Was it also the pillow Harley often used the night after he'd stayed over? Maybe.

Harley was smiling down at him, wide and bright, like a reward for getting comfortable. What, she liked seeing him like that! She also liked being a little smug about being able to coax him into relaxing a little, these days.

Anyway, she scooted back a little bit before settling mostly onto his thighs again. Free and unhindered access to his dick was paramount, after all, as she was about to demonstrate when her hand moved down to wrap around him.

There was yet more open admiration in her expression. "And look at you," she said, and yes, he needed to get used to her adressing parts of his body directly. "So proud."