[Harley presses against him, leaning into the kiss but also, embarrassingly, because her knees have gone a little weak. She can't believe she's weak in the knees for a man who wears more sequins than she does and may have done this before but not recently by any means. But it's not as if she keeps high standards anyway, and if it's bad they can keep practicing. She pulls away with a slow drag of teeth over his bottom lip.]

I like you too. And doing this, with you.

[She finishes with the buttons on his shirt and slips her hands over bare skin. A palm pressed over the hard flutter of his heartbeat.]

But this, right now-- This is just sex, okay? If you want it to... To like, be more or mean something, then we should. Probably stop? Are you okay with that?

[Please don't want to stop.]