AN: Girly and Indiana - not much to say but thank you! -passes out cookies-
And here we go...
The heat emanating from him grew along with the Cheshire grin on his face as she leaned low over his shoulder, both pairs of eyes tracing anxiously over the details in the morning paper.
Dent was in critical condition; she frowned, hands that usually strayed beyond the boundaries of his fair skin knotted behind her back, contemplating the physics of their dilemma. Her breath slipped, concern wrapped up in the whisper, an aching sigh that all but alluded to the growing malcontent she felt in his embrace.
Poor Harvey…
Silence reigned for a moment, during which the absent sounds became apparent to her, the sounds of it clicking in his mind and eagerly dissecting her shattered psyche on a plate. Twisting around, he peered up at her.
"You don't seem yourself today, Harl'..."
Her lip quivered, a forceful bite squelching emotion and drawing blood; he would break Harvey, he was good at what he did, he was the best. The light in his eyes proved devastating, an electricity she had many times learned not to fight, but instead she offered her atonement – a slick kiss, a pressing touch that mingled delicious heat and the red gracing the insides of her mouth, a stinging purchase and promise of pain in place of devotion and sick submission.
Scars like these only looked as captivating when they promised so much more.
