His murmur received the response of a high-pitched whine of "Maaaarc" for no real reason. It certainly wasn't an objection to what he was doing! They were both moving, and if anything, Harley was just putting everything into it. Her hips, the hands on her chest, the feverish kiss, everything.

Weird how that 'I gotcha' always sort of felt like permission, even when neither of them actually thought it was meant as one.

She mumbled something breathless and incoherent into the kiss. Just straining now, towards her goal.