Harley's eyes had been on Ivy's legs. Way, way too focused on her legs. Those pretty legs that Harley was more smearing the dirt around on rather than actually cleaning off.
She hadn't seen the kiss coming. But boy, when it hit, Harley was gone.
Harley was forever a woman of extremes. This would be no different. She'd pull Ivy closer, never breaking away; zero second-guessing, zero hesitation. Briefly dizzy, she'd fall back on her ass into the dirt, dragging Ivy with her. But she really, really didn't want to stop kissing her. Only when she was out of breath, only when she realized she was holding on to Ivy's arms a little too tight, would she lean away, halfway trying to force oxygen back into her lungs, halfway silently asking permission to keep going..