"Hey, Red," Harley said, her lips inches from Ivy's ear and her warm breath sending goosebumps rising up Ivy's skin, "I'm back."
Her only reply was to grab her, to tighten her arms around the other woman's waist and to hold her tightly; all those months without her were rough, most nights sleepless and quiet. If she could, she would keep her with her forever, hold her tight and never let her go.