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#frustration

❝Finally❞

There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

How to Play:
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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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Didja? [He smiled, that bite stirring something beneath where she sat.] I missed ya too, baby. You're gonna see just how much when I get you home to that bear skin rug I got waiting for ya.

[They weren't alone in the van, but he didn't care, never had, and with a tug of those gloves, his pale hands were exposed and attracted to her thigh and waist like magnets. He kept his face close to hers, eyes meeting hers and flickering down to her lips, wanting to stay attached and kiss her endlessly.]

Mmmm- We're not leaving the house for a week.

[They played a dangerous little game, the pair of them. They both would flirt with others, or play the flirting game, but that's all it was. A game. They knew that there was only one jagged half that fit their shattered self so perfectly, pricks and all. Just like with that idiot at the club. He'd play at giving her to him, she'd play at being given, but it was just a game that predators played with dumber, slower prey.

They were like two pit vipers -- they certainly resembled that now, what with her twisting around in his lap to try to get both legs around him, eyes never leaving his face, like he'd disappear if she blinked.]

You got me a bear skin rug? Aww, puddin'. I didn't get you nothing.

[He had stayed loyal to his love the entire time she was gone. Not a day went by without her invading his thoughts; she had been all that had mattered. Still, even if she had been able to play with one of those guards or inmates, just for fun and her own pleasure, he wouldn't be mad at her for it. Rather, he'd be far more angry at anyone who would think they could deny her what she wanted.]

[Of course, he also knew why no one would play with his dangerous little minx in her cage.]

I bet...you'll think of something to give me... [His eyes grew smaller when his grin became wide again. His own hands wouldn't leave her, not after losing her to that fall from the helicopter. They had quite a trek off of the remote location, but just watching her with his eagerness to reach home would pass the time rapidly.]

[So maybe her idea of 'playing' involved a little blood and guts when it wasn't with her puddin'? So what? Not her fault they couldn't handle her.

Her fingers crept in a walking motion up the vest, finding the tabs to tug at to get it to release. She wanted hands on skin, wanted to see dark ink on pale skin, tugging at it as she let her teeth drag down to nip at his jaw.]

Give, take, it's all the same. I was hoping to get you a bat skin rug, but that'll have to wait until Christmas.

[Their audience, for lack of a better word to describe the other cronies he'd gotten to come bust her out, became nothing but black blobs in her mind. Non-entities when she had her Mr. J here. For real.]

Glad you didn't get dead, baby.

You know I'll live forever, doll face. [A mentality that he truly had and could back up with two flawless escapes from death.]

[There was certainly a new fire of hatred ablaze for the Batman seeing that he was the reason Harley had been taken from him in the first place. Granted, he also blamed Harley herself for not being quicker at escaping that car, but he had also been at this lifestyle for far longer than his lover had.]

[He'd never stop her mouth from being on him and his own stray hand had found its way to the worn out waistband of her thin pants and slipped easily down those prison issues panties, the tips of his fingers touching her sweet spot. His other hand found itself holding the back of her neck while pressing down to keep her heavy on his lap.]

Ooooh- you're going to get daddy really excited, baby- [He purred the words as his head tilted back for her mouth, his breathing growing heavy.] He's gone too long without you.

[Hey, what could she do? She couldn't swim. Not that she held that against him. He did what he did and she'd gone along for the ride. She knew full well what kind of guy she'd shacked up with, and she didn't regret a damn moment of it.

She felt his fingers like little sparks over her skin, arching with a purr at the touch and laughing against his ear before she bit the lobe.]

Is that what's poking me in the butt? And here I thought it was just another gun.

[A shiver sparked down his spine when she bit his earlobe, releasing a loud exhale from his red lips. She knew his sweet spots and a lesser man wouldn't handle half as well as he did. Hell, that was why watching her play with men was so entertaining and arousing to watch.]

It hasn't been so long that you've forgotten that I don't have many guns that size. [He laughed with his comments, not giving two fucks if he was actually well endowed or not, he was far more entertained going along with her jokes. A man like him didn't need to impress anyone, especially not the woman who'd followed him out of Arkham.]

[Pulling back, he looked at her, his face close to hers as he spoke with a tilted, curious head.]

Do you need ta get your pretty little mouth around it to remember?

[She thought about that, about the weight and taste of him on her tongue, and she squealed a little and squirmed against him, both hands gripping his hair and pulling his head back so she could bite her way down that long, exposed throat.]

Such a romantic. Offering me the first taste and everythin'. And people say you ain't got no class.

Ooooh- baby- [ The words rolled off of his tongue when he felt her mouth on his neck, exhaling a groan as he felt himself fully harden.]

[His own hand down her pants began to massage her before two fingers slid deeper and teasingly stroked her slit, feeling if she was wet. With her angle on his lap, it was difficult to do much, but he didn't want her moving.]

Ah! [His eyes suddenly went wide with the word "romantic".] I knew I forgot something! The flowers! [He growled, this time an irritation with himself.] I'm sorry, doll.

[She was moving against him just as much as he was trying to find his way into her, feeling the touch of fingers that hadn't touched her for far too long. As to her being wet, hell, she'd all but started the moment she'd seen him in her cell. Her Puddin' come to rescue her was the hottest thing she'd ever seen, whether it was in a jacked chopper or through a blown open wall. He was hers and that was all the foreplay she needed.

She squirmed a little, one of her hands leaving his hair and moving down to tug at his pants.]

We'll drive by a store and snag a bouquet later. I don't need no flowers when I got you, Puddin'.

[Feeling the hot wetness between her legs only made him crave her taste. Dipping his fingers inside of her, he coated them with her arousal before putting them away, teasing her while also fulfilling his own urges by bringing those fingers to his red lips. A taste he had been aching for.]

[He had heavy layers on, but he was more than eager to get out of them the moment she began to tug. No one was going to stop her if she wanted to take it right there.]

Oh, you're a sweetheart. [He wet his fingers completely then, with anticipation to penetrate her, but then waited to see what she was going to do for him first.]

No, you are.

[She watched him taste her, slipping those fingers between his lips and she let out a soft little keen of need.]

Baby, you got me all tangled up inside. I don't know what I want first.

[She kept tugging at his pants, though. Pants, vest, shirt, anything that was between her and him. Her tongue came out to lick at his lips, tasting herself on them as she let out a shuddering sigh.]

Feeling kinda greedy. I want it all.

You can have it all, darling. I'll spoil you... [He leaned in then to kiss the black inked letters along her jaw before reading the word.] Rotten. [Whispered words with a long drawn out lick as his dragged his tongue along that slender jawline, ending at her ear.]

[He was more than pent up himself and all of this teasing was pushing his very shallow amount of self-control. He inhaled deeply before exhaling words as his mouth twitched with anticipation.] First...I want ta pin you ta that rug and make my baby scream as she takes it.

Yeah?

[A smile, her cheek rubbing against his as she felt that tongue lick over her.]

Then you better tell whoever's driving this hunk of junk to step on the damn gas!

[Her head twisted then, her yell directed towards the metal sheeting blocking her from the driver. There was a chuckle as one of the heavies in the back seemed to be amused at the pair's frustration. She snapped her head around to glower at him.]

You know what'd make us go faster? Less weight.

[Oh, how he loved this woman. When she wasn't doing something dumb like getting caught by the Bat, she could spit out some genius ideas. His grin was wide as he caught on to her suggestion.]

[Turning to the crew that had shared their space, he lifted the slender woman from him, picking up his machine gun and pointing it at the men, gesturing for the door to open. It didn't matter that they were still moving.]

You heard the lady- Tuck and roll, boys! [As if they weren't already motivated by the gun pointed at them, he began firing before any one of them could grab for their own weapons. It had the desired effect to clear out their audience and left him cackling at the display.]

[Her feet kicked a little in sheer joy. God, she'd missed this. Cooped up in that cage for the most part, then let out and almost with him again, only to think she'd lost him, then crammed back in that little cage... it just wasn't fair. He'd been all alone out here, with no one fun to play with.

Leaning closer, she wormed and worked her hand down the front of his pants, finding his cock and giving it a squeeze.]

I love it when you get all gentlemanly on me. Gets me all hot.

[Dropping the gun, the doors slammed shut and he felt her hand go where he'd been wanting for it to be all this time.]

Oh, yes- [Her touch was enough to bring a man back to life. Turning to face her, his armor still partially on, he moved in to kiss her deeply. His hand went to her throat, fingers spread wide as he moved to grip her. He didn't squeeze to choke her, but his pressure pushed her back to the hard metal of that wall between them and the drive. Pressing his body against her, he started to frantically remove his jacket. He had to have all of him on her, skin to skin, feeling her heat.]

Foreplays over, sweetness.

[She felt the metal at her back, not caring much past the need to help him get the rest of what he had on, off. She wanted him, needed to reassure herself he was real. She knew better, for the most part, but there were those moments where she needed a pinch, a reminder that this was real life.]

Foreplay's overrated. Get your damn clothes off. I need to make sure you still taste the same.

[With her aid, the armor and layers would be pulled off and clunk to the floor. The boots and pants discarded until he was left in front of her in only his pale flesh and tattoos. His cock was a rock, aching for its long-awaited reward that stood in front of him. His eyes turned far more predatory and his hands reached for her, grabbing and abruptly tearing through the thin rags of a prison uniform.]

[He silently need confirmation as well- that this was the woman he had put in so much damn time to get back into his arms. This was his Harley.]

[He was back on her as soon as he was free of clothing constraints, kissing her passionately and aggressively before growling his words.]

Taste me, baby-

[The one and only. She wouldn't let the guards break her and she wouldn't fall patsy to some mental witch trying to take over the world. She'd tell Amanda Waller where to shove it, and she'd do it all because she knew in the end, this was where she belonged. This was her home.

She let her eyes flick over the laughing faces on his chest, the Hs and As jagged and almost haphazard before he moved in and grabbed at her. She felt her body jerk with the tugs to her clothes, laughed as she heard and felt the flimsy material shred under his hands, her own sliding over him, touching, remembering, claiming as she leaned in and nipped at his chest when his kiss ended. Her tongue licked a trail down the marks on him, her own hands eager to push him back against the floor.

Her life had been so dim and normal before she'd met him. How could she ever go back to that?

Small puffs of laughter left her to brush over his skin as she moved lower down, her hand finding his cock before her mouth did.]

Hold on, baby.

[Then her mouth became a little too busy to talk or laugh.]

Oh- I'll hold on- [He crack as his hands went to the two buns of hair high on her head. He didn't have a moment to say another word before the warm sensation of her mouth overtook him and left him temporarily speechless. She would certainly taste his salty excitement that had been waiting for her.]

[How many nights he had ached for her again. She knew where to squeeze, where to bite, and certainly every one of his sweet spots- never would he find another like this one. Not as devoted and beautiful. Or this talented with her mouth full.]

[His head fell back in a loud groan, fists tightened on those buns when he felt himself hit the back of her throat. His hips rolled forward despite enjoying her taking the lead on this one; he was just far too eager with this reunion.]

That's it, baby, give daddy what he wants-

[Her nails dug into his thighs, her hands holding on to him, pulling him in even as her eyes watered at the feeling of him hitting so far down her throat. She gagged around him, swallowing to lessen the sensation, letting her teeth tease up the underside of him before she pulled him back in, sucking hard.

It wasn't just the sex, though that was sure a part of it. It was just... him. He'd won her heart when she'd been on one side of the table, and then he'd tried to push her away, to twist her into something different. She'd looked at it as setting her free. No more lab coats and playing by the rules for her. And he'd stayed. That's what had done it. He could have walked away, let her drown, let her become nothing but a memory. But he'd stayed and he was hers and that made her his and she was okay with that.]

Mmmmm! Yesss- beautiful.

[He enjoyed that little pinch of pain that he got from her nails that would leave small marks in his skin. Looking down at the sight of her, feeling the contracting of her throat muscles as he pressed deeper, it was perfect. Even when her eyes watered and she looked like she might be crying, he loved it. She was everything he had wanted in a true partner in crime.]

[Now that she was back and on her knees, he felt a surge of dominance. He may have been fine with her taking care of herself in prison with other men, but now he wanted her all to himself. She was his to have and play with for hours on end and she wasn't going anywhere. While the want was strong, he certainly hadn't reached a point of admitting that he needed this woman like he needed oxygen. He couldn't give up that kind of control.]

[He might be feeling possessive, but she could reassure him later that she hadn't gotten to have that kind of fun. She'd attempted to lure a few in with the promise of it, but the rage had taken over and she'd wound up breaking a few necks. After that, seems she couldn't be trusted -- even for that. Whoops.

But who cares what the guards thought? It was what her puddin' thought that mattered, and she sucked at him like it was the last grip on sanity she had. Still, she only kept that up for a few more moments before she drew back, teeth grazing over that ridged head before she flicked her tongue at him, lifting a hand to wipe at watering eyes as she smiled at him.]

Tastes like the real thing. But how about you show me how pent up you've been?

[He exhaled a long, low groan with those teeth sending a shiver through him. That roughness always made his skin prickle just a little more.]

You wanna feel it, baby? Oooh, I'll make you feel it - I'll show you- [ He grinned down at her before moving in. The hard metal floor was all they had to work with so it wouldn't be soft for her when he got down on her level. He was fast, hungry for his long awaited meal and his hand went back to that slender throat of hers; a grip he would often take when he didn't want her moving away.]

[He had her on her back, grabbing a thigh to spread her legs that he didn't need much force to open. His mouth went to hers, ready to swallow any sound she made as his free hand guided his hard cock to her hot sex, penetrating abruptly and deeply. The kiss only broke when he felt his cock slide in nearly to the hilt and he could absorb the pleasure of quenching his thirst for her. He moan against her, mouth falling open as he looked down over her body, ready to conquer it. His eyes only glanced to hers before he planted those red lips and teeth into the crook of her neck to accompany his hips starting to rapidly thrust.]

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