it shouldn't feel this good. it really shouldn't. she feels as if though she has offered her soul to the devil every time she allows harvey dent to have a piece of her again. her stay at gotham city was for terrasave business but it has embarrassingly been less than forty - eight hours since her arrival that harvey dent was on top of her. its been seconds after he climaxed inside of her, wishing she was somewhere else. her gaze is fixated on the light above them in the small office of the half moon club. their encounter had been in a hurry — it was that look he gave her that lured her into the office, and their lips had met in a rushed eagerness that she hadn't had in a while. she closes her eyes to regain her breath, glad she didn't take her top off. her jacket was thrown on the chair when he lifted her up onto the desk, desperate for some connection.
her mouth feels dry as she tears her gaze away from the light above as both of their breathes slowed down. once he was away from her, she bend down to pull up her pants, cheeks flushing red as she pulled and buttoned her jeans. she forces herself to keep her view above his chest. at least she knows where he is now, right? ‘ that was one way to say hello again, ’ she chuckles, wanting to turn the conversation to a lighter note, but there was something about his presence that was sending red signals to her brain. tilting her wrist to check the time of her watch, an idea springs to mind. ‘ i gotta go. ’ she says, spinning around to grab her jacket. ‘ i'll see you around? ’ she hopes not. this was a mistake. the whole encounter was a mistake. anyone but harvey dent. ‘ sorry, i’m late. '
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