It was definitely a Galentine's thing to do. Add some mimosas or bloody marys and it was basically an ideal way to spend the day. Or, maybe it was an ideal way to spend a normal day, but everything felt a little off today, and it just kept on...building.
Ivy didn't think she was the only one having that problem either. She let out a long, slow breath when Harley got her hands on her thighs, and it had nothing to do with being annoyed about an empty pot breaking (she wasn't) or dirt getting rubbed into her thighs (who cared, it was just dirt). The touch just felt sort of --
electric.
Terrible.
Impossible to not enjoy.
"I--" And really, that's about as far as Ivy got, sine she was leaning in to press an uncoordinated kiss to Harley's lips. She already knew the dangers of glitter, and did not for a second care.