msharleyq asked: Harley watched as he knelt to drag the zipper of her body-suit down to its end; resting just below her naval. "Ya like Christmas, don'tchya, Puddin'~?" she spoke in a croon, shrugging her shoulders out of her one-piece outfit.
“I do Harley. It’s my favorite holiday. Especially when you come and offer yourself to me as a present, thought I am glad you are not one of my presents that I give to people. Those particular parcels pack a punch, where as your bodice…” He gestured along her hips, watching as she shed her clothing, “is packing so much more. Hahahahahehehehahahahahahaha.”
msharleyq asked: "Well, Puddin'," she crooned, tilting her head to nip at his neck, "Ya got 19 questions left~" a giggle found its way up her throat and she ran a hand up the back of his neck, toying with his hair.
“Nineteen questions hmm?” He said with a smile, staring into her eyes. “What to ask, what to ask…” His fingers played with the zipper of her jumpsuit. “Hmm, what sort of lingerie are you wearing under here?”
msharleyq asked: Arching a brow at him, she stepped closer to him and ran her index finger up his neck to rest beneath his chin. "How can ya call it /hurtin'/ if I'm enjoyin' it, sweetie~" she giggled lightly.
“Harley…” He said with a grin. “You have quite the point there.” He pressed against her and smiled down at her. “And you enjoy every. little. bit. don’t cha dear?” He laughed in her ear.
msharleyq asked: She grinned at him and leaned on her hip as she listened to his joke. Somehow, Harley liked the idea of being a Christmas present. "Izzat so~?" she cooed and shimmied her uniform down until it was around her ankles and she could step out of it. "Ya gonna leave me all wrapped up..?
“I think that particular passage has come and gone Harls. You seem to have lost most of your wrapping already.” He laughed manically and stared at her body. “Mmm, well, I must say, I could unwrap you time and time again, you are a gift that keeps on giving.”
msharleyq asked: "Why don'tchya find out~?" she cooed, looping her fingertip through a minuscule loop that hooked to a zipper running--partly concealed--down the front of her bodysuit.
He stared down at her and cocked his head with a smile. “Hmm, it’s like Christmas and you are the present. Then again…you are always a fun present to unwrap.” He chuckled darkly and leaned down to take the zipper in his mouth and pulled it all the way down to its end. “Oh look at that, I found the end of the line.”
msharleyq asked: Tilting her head back, a giggle chirped its way up her throat and when she tipped her chin back down, she cocked her head at him. "Nothin' but lace an' perfume~"
“Lace and perfume eh? Well, what color lace? Is it matching to your normal red and black harlequin theme my dear lovely?”
msharleyq asked: Her fingers walked over his shoulders and she pressed back against him, folding her hands behind his head. Cocking her head and smiling in a beguiling way at him, she held down a breathy giggle when his breath hit her neck. "Ya hafta ask~?"
“Well, I have to ask because I never know what answer might come out of you Harley.” He chuckled in her ear and stroked along her hips, “Besides, this is much too much fun, it”s like playing twenty questions with your body.”
msharleyq asked: "Yeah~" she winked at him. "Yer right, it is /a lot/ o' fun watchin' a burly, one-armed guy in clown makeup bash the big, bad bat's head in with a sledge-hammer~"
“Isn’t it though?” He said with a laugh, “Then again, nothing is as fun as doing it yourself. But I wouldn’t want my Harley to get hurt now would I?” He grinned, “Well, unless I am doing the hurting myself.” He winked.