Maybe he'd get lucky and Harley wouldn't call any attention to things out loud.

She made a noise in her throat that definitely wasn't a word. It was something pleased, though. Both for the sensation of her hand on herself (because duh, of course) but also for the feel of his. It was - well, here was that word again: nice.

She got a little bolder, with the kneading and the tweaking. Not more rough, just more... more. And not only that: her uncovered hand on the other side got back to work too.