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"I can't believe we got away with all that," Harley marveled at the money bags piling high, as though seeing them for the first time. She hefted the last bag she'd been lugging in, whirled it around her axis and tossed it in a lofty arc on top of its fellows. It landed with a satisfying plink. "This heist was so much fun!"
"What did I tell you?" Ivy stood up straighter, tall and proud and beautiful.
Harley pounced into Ivy's arms, snuggling close. "We're a team, Red!"
Just as Ivy relaxed into the embrace, Harley twirled them both around, giggling with glee. They crashed into the burlap bags, landing somewhat uncomfortably on jewels, coins and paper money.
"Ah," Harley stretched out as though swimming in them and reached for a bundle of bills. She held it under her nose and flipped through it like a flicker book, taking a whiff. Her expression soured. "Ugh, this stinks like an old man's perspiring palms!"
"You are a handful," Ivy said, the fondness coloring her tone at odds with the predatory glint in her eyes. "And pretty cute, too."
"Um," Harley answered without her usual sass. Ivy used her surprise to lean over and press her soft lips to Harley's. Harley squeaked, but melted right into the kiss. Ivy's tongue was slick and hot and perfect against her own. Time ceased to be of consequence; she could do this forever.
"Okay," Harley said afterwards, a little breathless. "That was even more fun."