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Every atom in the air is dancing, shivering, vibrating just like her. There's not an inch of her skin that's not tingling, as though every electron in her body is rushing to her core. Droplets of sweat slide down her neck, her breasts, her shins, and it's like gasoline, lit up and consuming her. A thermonuclear explosion waiting to happen.
She'd like nothing more than to shout her enthusiasm, babble about how she likes it, how she needs it, because they've left the realm of 'like' far behind and veered into the 'give me anything but give it to me fast' territory. But she's wound tight, spasming and panting, and not a sound makes it past her clenched teeth.
The pressure in her core abates and Harley whines, drawn-out and needy. Livewire chuckles and her fingers ghost over Harley's stomach, producing tiny sparks that make Harley jump. Her tongue flicks over a nipple and an electric current shoots straight to Harley's clit.
"Please," she begs when her jaw relaxes enough to let out more than a gurgle. "Please, I'll—"
"Save it, girl. Nothing you can offer is sweeter than this."
There's a flash of blue and then Livewire's inside her skin, teasing her ions, and Harley's prickling all over, convulsing and so, so close. Yes, almost there.
Just before Harley can finally, finally let go, the devilish woman materializes again.
"Oops, ran outta juice."
At this point, Harley's about ready to cry.
"Guess I gotta do this the old-fashioned way."