One of these days, Harley was actually going to put stuff on the ceiling, to amuse her on her nights alone, but she really wasn't thinking about that now, with the teeth and the tongue against her skin like that. Even with her issues with focusing, im general, it was very easy just to focus on him.

She made more of her noises. Repaid him with some more scratches, extremely proud of herself for at least having gotten him out of his shirt before they landed in bed. "Ooh, keep that up..."

Yes, there was a pun in that.