Ivy looked so gorgeous on top of her. That soft, red hair tumbling down over her shoulder, that look in her eyes. Harley could have melted into the floor that very second.. if it weren't for the pressure upon her hips. Harley playfully nudged her own body up, causing Ivy to bounce, just a little. Just enough to bring a touch of friction between them.
Hopefully, no one would need to come into the greenhouse for the next half hour or so.. Hopefully, those fogged windows (and Harley's noisy mouth, honestly) would give away what was happening inside the small glass house. Because Harley had no intention of stopping. And clearly, neither did Ivy.