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Pale eyes rolled up at her from where he was kneeling at the edge of the bed, one hand cupped against the side of a shapely calf, the other holding a cotton ball that was turning pink with the little pricks of blood he was dabbing up. "Well, it wasn't on the agenda going into the fight, but I can't leave you all bloody. Now can I?" It all sounded very matter of fact, and he smirked up at her as he set back to the task at hand.

"You'll get spots all over my nice clean sheets." It was a subtle reminder of what else he had in mind, but at least for the moment he seemed perfectly content with cleaning up the damage left from her charge. He'd started at her ankles, and his intentions were to hit every last dainty pin p***k of crimson he could find on his way up.

She had very long legs, it would probably take some time.

Warm fingers slid along her skin as she drew her leg out of his grasp to poke dainty toes into his chest, and finally he looked up at her again. She was devilish, utterly and completely. "Because," he drawled out as he reached up to wrap a hand around her ankle so he could remove her foot from his chest. "They tend to frown on the doctors feeling up their patience in the examination rooms." Which was true, but that had never actually stopped Zeke from doing it. Not that Harley needed to know that.

He used his grip on her ankle to drag her closer to the edge of the bed, settling her calf on his shoulder. He'd cleaned away all the blood below her knees, and was moving up to her thigh, though not before he lay a small kiss to the side of her leg.

"And why wouldn't I want you on your stomach?" He chose to bypass the innocent act altogether. "So much easier to nibble on your shoulders that way."

"I wasn't worried about you tattling," he countered smoothly, dabbing at another small bloody spot just above her knee. "You're not exactly quiet." She was still sticking to her innocent game, but Zeke wasn't playing now. It created an interesting exchange I conversation.

"And it is all about me. Meaning," he went on, rubbing the stubble along his cheek against the inside of her lower thigh. "If I want you on your stomach with my teeth leaving lovely little marks in your back and shoulders, than that's what I get. Right?" And maybe he would have more to claim that now, except he enjoyed her banter, and he enjoyed doctoring her up, and he would enjoy making her squirm when he got to her stomach and chest.

He wasn't buying that shame, either. Nice try. He did have to hand it to her, she was persistent. It was part of her charm, really, even when she put it to nefarious purposes. Like now.

He kept up the slow rub of his cheek against her thigh, eyes rolling up to watch her now. "You like my oral fixation." Where she was trying to play innocent, Zeke had clearly decided to proceed on the most direct path of bluntness. It was forever a balancing act between them.

"And no, not here." Smirking, he turned his head again, as if he meant to repeat the soft kiss from before. Instead, though, his lips parted, and it was teeth pressing in against soft skin.

She deserved it.

That startled Yelp was fairly satisfying, and the truth of that was reflected in the smug smirk he turned up her as released the bite on her thigh to look up at her with brows arching. Slender fingers running through his hair had him tipping his head up, eyes drifting close. Content. If it was an apology, he'd take it. If it wasn't, he'd still take it.

"And if it was?" A single eye peeled open, auburn brow climbing higher with the question. For a long moment he was still, letting her stroke a hand through his hair. Then he was rising up on his knees, leaning forward as he let her legs slide off his shoulders. The blood was gone from the waist down.

With a hum of what was meant to be concatenation, he slid his hands under the hem of her shirt to scoot it up over her belly. Baring more bloody little pricks.

"Is that so?" He said it with both hands resting low on her rib cage, tank top pooled over his wrists. The stubble of his chin just barely tickling her stomach just above her belly button. He punctuated the question with ghost of a kiss against pin p***k speckled skin.

"I could still make you do all those things after," he murmured matter-of-factly, not bothering to look up this time, and instead kept his eyes half lidded and directed down, warm breath easing out in a tickling sigh against her skin. "I mean I've got you at my disposal for the rest of the day, if I remember correctly." Had that been a part of the agreement? If not, he was certainly going to made a bid for it being amended now.

At the very least, it hadn't not been a part of the bet.

Zeke snorted against her side, thumbs falling in a thoughtless back and forth along the subtle rise of her lowest ribs. He was a tactile individual, always had been. Enjoying the run of his hands over skin, through hair. "I would that would be a matter of opinion, gingersnap." To him, spending the whole of the day indulging himself with every lovely inch of her slender body didn't seem like a waste at all.

Though they were both probably well aware that that wasn't how things would end up. Or at least not precisely that.

His hands shifted again, dragging the shirt a little harder, and he brushed his lips against the bottom of her sternum before drawing back enough to roll his eyes up to look at her. "You're being a pain on purpose." It didn't sound as though bothered him, more a simple observation. "You do realize that could come around to bite you in the a** later, right?" The bitterness wasn't acknowledged beyond the subtle twitch of his lips.