[ Harley appreciates the fact that Carver shows her the knife and sets it aside, even if the sight causes a brief shiver to run up her spine. She briefly recalls the feel of cold steel running down the length of her spine, feeling the sharp sting and the warmth of the blood pouring out over her pale flesh, her clothing falling away in tattered pieces. But that isn't to be thought of right now. So she puts it away and puts on a smile. ]
That's okay. Maybe it'll be more fun sober.
[ She's one to think on the bright side. Or at least she tries to most of the time. She can tell Carver's a little uneasy, and it means something that he admits that aloud, even though she has a feeling before he says anything. ]
Then come over here and fuck me.
[ Harley bites her lower lip. Sure, it won't just happen like that--all at once; but they have to start somewhere, so Harley pushes herself to her feet and if Carver approaches, she'll meet him halfway and tangle her fingers in his long hair before pressing her mouth to his. It's slow at first, but fiery. Less tenderness and more ferocity. ]
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That's okay. Maybe it'll be more fun sober.
[ She's one to think on the bright side. Or at least she tries to most of the time. She can tell Carver's a little uneasy, and it means something that he admits that aloud, even though she has a feeling before he says anything. ]
Then come over here and fuck me.
[ Harley bites her lower lip. Sure, it won't just happen like that--all at once; but they have to start somewhere, so Harley pushes herself to her feet and if Carver approaches, she'll meet him halfway and tangle her fingers in his long hair before pressing her mouth to his. It's slow at first, but fiery. Less tenderness and more ferocity. ]