Harley looked good everywhere, obviously, but Ivy had a mind that she looked even better in the places that she considered hers. Amongst the plants and soil was just a very attractive look on Harley.
There was no not flooring it at this point; Ivy wasn't going to stop something that she'd been thinking about since she got here, not if Harley was on board. She simply followed along when Harley leaned back, climbing on top of her so that she was straddling her hips and then hooked her thumbs into the space between waistband and skin when they got to that point. If Harley's look was suggestive, Ivy's response was resolute certainty.