"Yes." That word was out of her mouth way too fast. Ivy could have been asking her anything at that point and she probably still would have said the same thing. Because Harley had no impulse control. It was jump now and look later. Which was.. risky? Maybe too risky?
But Ivy didn't seem upset. Or like she wanted to run away. And even though Harley was at the point where she wouldn't stop, if Ivy appeared uncertain in the slightest, she'd slow down.
..but until then, Harley would absolutely floor it. She didn't care that they were in a public space. Public enough that she could have heard people walking and talking in the distance. If she were actually listening. Harley had reclined herself completely against the greenhouse floor - careful of the plants, of course - and had tugged Ivy on top of her. Dirt in her blonde hair, dirt on her clothes. She did not care.
She took Ivy's hands, kissing the tips of her fingers before guiding them both down over her chest, all the way to her abdomen. Only then would she bite her lower lip and give the other woman a rather suggestive look, curious to see just how far Ivy would allow this to go.