#*|| .・。.・゜TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE・゜・。.HARVEY/TWOFACE

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[cardiomnis FROM TWO FACE] “ what the fuck is that?”

“....art?” the woman wagers as they both stand there staring at the odd sculpture that is supposedly the key piece of the silent auction that was happening later this evening. It’s rather abrasive on the eyes to look at. All lime green mixed in with this odd fushia color. Not to mention it’s vague resemblance to a pile of spaghetti.

“Actually I have no idea what the fuck that is. We should get it and mail it to Wayne.” 

[daedalcs]

[Cardiomnis from Harv!!] [ eat ] your muse eating mine out. Harv! Eating! Jean! Out! Hell! Yeah! Look! At! That! Face!!

sinful || accepting

[ eat ] your muse eating mine out

One hand tightly gripping the hem of her blush pink sundress and wadding it up just under the swell of her breasts, it would wrinkle for sure, but that wasn’t anywhere on Jean’s mind at the moment. Her other palm is pressed firmly against her mouth, stuttered little gasps taken through her nose as a high little whine sounds behind her hand.

Looking down just enough to see the man knelt before her as he looks up Jean catches Harvey's gaze and the avarice there sends a jolt through her. Breath catching just as she peels her fingers away from her mouth. 

“H-Harvey we’re in public.” Jean’s plea is weak. She had been the one to instigate this. All the teasing and subtle presses of her warm body against his own as they were out together. Sitting in his lap like it was a throne just for Jean when she could, and it had culminated in the brush of glossy red lips against his ear as Jean whispered that she didn’t have anything on under that pink sundress that was the same color as her lips when Harvey kissed them. 

Now Jean’s back is pressed against some copy of the David statue that was deep in the Gotham Park hedge maze that seemed to stretch on for an entire city block. One of her knees thrown over his shoulders as a strong hand grips the other thigh to widen her stance. Lips brushing along the inside of Jean’s thighs just to watch her squirm Harvey nips the spot just to feel the twitch.

Feeling the scratch of Harvey’s stubble against the sensitive soft flesh of her inner leg Jean breathes out a curse as her fingers dive into his hair, massaging his scalp as the flat of his tongue dips between her legs. 

Thighs twitching and wanting to close around his head are kept apart by a commanding hand, thumb rubbing slow circles as his tongue does the same on her clit. Head tipped back and mouth open in a silent exclamation that’s caught somewhere in her chest Harvey drinks in the sight of her like this feeling himself grow hard. 

Harvey ate Jean out with a single-mindedness that had her head reeling and the carefully constructed hold she had on all the noises she wanted to make very quickly falling apart. Jean wanted to scream his name, and fingers that tighten almost painfully in Harvey’s hair must tell him this. The slow draw of his mouth from her entrance back up to her aching clit has Jean quaking in Harvey’s hands. 

“I’m... god Harvey.” Her voice is quiet but the shudder in her chest along with the subtle bow of Jean’s back forward tells him so much. A guttural groan rumbles past the DA’s lips and against Jean’s core before he goes back to his task with renewed zeal. 

A high broken moan is the most that escapes Jean’s throat as her vision blacks around the edges, orgasm enveloping her and making every muscle taught with the intensity of it. Whispered ‘oh fucks’ follow as the man beneath her doesn’t let up for a few moments after. Finally leaning back and pressing a hand to Jean’s lower stomach Harvey looks at her with a smugness that’s only amplified by the sheen of her wetness across his mouth. 

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