"You're pretty cute," Harley says. She grabs two fistfuls of Courtney’s hair and holds them up to Courtney’s head like pigtails. “You know who you sort of kind of remind me of?”

Courtney tries to shake her head, but her hair pulls against Harley’s fingers. Her staff is across the room; she can see it glinting gold from underneath a table. She thinks about how easy it would be to kick Harley away and grab it and escape... except that whatever Harley’s poisoned her with makes moving away seem like the hardest thing in the world.

Harley grins at her. She takes out the pink bottle again and sprays it into the air, and now it’s hard to focus on anything at all except for how good Harley’s hand feels against Courtney’s scalp. The heat of her thigh against Courtney’s own. Harley runs her thumb against Courtney’s temple; Courtney closes her eyes and moans.

Harley leans closer. “Me!” she says, her breath rushing over Courtney’s lips, and Courtney can’t do anything except close the last inch and kiss her.