Trying to take in her scent as his head lowered towards her own, Harold managed to do that simple task, despite the fact that he was still trying to catch his breath. He felt her figure take form against his own, knowing exactly how good it all felt. Such motions weren't common by all means, however, when they sprang up unexpectedly it was best to simply enjoy them for all they were worth. He knew that tomorrow would return to what most of their "relatinoship" was as a whole, which was bickering. Not that he minded anything that dealt with Kegg. It probably didn't shine across his face, but he enjoyed everything that they had done or said towards each other. Harold almost took pleasure in it all as well. Even though he knew if she didn't stumble over a piece of broken cobblestone, they possibly could still be chasing after each other, at least a few more moments.
Harold knew fully well that Veronica would have beat him to the ground for pinning her up against the wall. It was almost a shock that she didn't push him away, breaking their slight moment. Maybe if he was another, not a moment would have passed that she would have shoved that particular person away. A few thoughts pushed into the front of his mind, but he shurgged them off and deemed them unimportant. The situation occurring in front of him was though. He felt her against him and for a split second Harold wanted more of her. Beautiful eyes, long hair, and a body that would cause any heads to turn to take second glances; anyone would have apparated directly in front of Kegg without hesitation instead of chasing after the woman.
Running was indeed far better. A great idea by Kegg, even though he wouldn't exactly tell her that.
He felt their bodies try to regain normal breathing stature, adrenline corsing through his system. It was easy to feel that a leg slide slowly up against his own, as Harold's hand reacted instinictively and ran down her body, along the outter part of Veronica's thigh. "I'm quite fast in some things, but not in others," he replied, allowing the smirk to remain plastered to his face. He knew that his words hinted on a certain event, but it was something he said purposely. Feeling her nails against his own body, he couldn't resist pressing his own hips against her own more firmly. Maybe it was obvious to see what he was yearning at that moment, but honestly, could anyone blame him? Other guys would have taken advanage of Veronica in such a compromising postion, but he had more morales than that. He couldn't help but tease her inch by inch in a subtle manner.
"I know," he responded to her words with a sense of biting his bottom lip. Harold exhaled a breath of hair and brushed his cheek along her own just he felt her teeth across his skin. That certainly would wake up just about anyone, especially perking him up southernly in the process. They had been in such a postion before, however, Veronica hadn't made him feel in such a way before quite easily. Allowing his fingers to freely move around the woman's bare skin, he tilted his head slightly towards her own and ran his tongue along the smooth skin before him. Harold's motions aimed for her ear, trying desperately to calm the heavy breathing. "You should tell me more often when you're feeling this friendly."