"Don't make this worse than it has to be Harley." he breathed and if she would have been able to, she would have scoffed. She wasn’t sure it could get much worse. "I'm going to get you out of here, but if you cause too much trouble, they'll kill you before I can." He sighed as he picked her up and she hated that even as much as she hated him at the moment there was no denying the magnetic heat between them.
She really wanted to believe that he could get her out of there and that he would, because when it came down to it he had more sway then any of the other Bloods. However, she was still a Saint and she always would be and Bloods and Saints would always hate each other. In the end if the situation was swapped she knew no matter how much she begged and pleaded, Jaxon and Elijah would still end up killing Ben whether she wanted it or not. It had nothing to do with whether or not they loved Harley, it was strictly a gang thing.
Harley fought her tears, because she didn’t want them to see her crying. The drive was long and they were pretty much sending her to her death. Even if Harley managed to escape on her own in the middle of the night, she already knew they were taking her deep into Blood territory and she’d never get out alive by herself. She’d finally managed to normalize her breathing and when she did she only had one thing on her mind and that was making Ben feel like absolute shit, until she ran her mouth to the point of pissing him off and pushing him over the edge because that was what she was best at.
“So Benny, what’s daddy going to think when you only show up with one Delgado?” she finally spat bitterly breaking the silence in the car. “You’re a fucking failure, I’m pretty sure that’s what he’s going to think.” She smirked wickedly. “By the way, I don’t need your fucking help…and I don’t want it.” She said referring to his comment earlier about getting her out of there. She turned her attention to Dean then. “I bet you feel pretty good about yourself, you fucked all the information out of this stupid blonde.” She hissed and Dean just rolled his eyes.
“What can I say Kitten.” He lend in close and her jaw clenched, but she forced herself to hold his eyes. “You were easy, now I know why Benny can’t stay away, you’re a great fuck…but stupid as shit.” She smirked grabbing her jaw and kissing her roughly, she bit his tongue hard, drawing blood causing him to recoil and slap her across the face and as bad as it hurt, se pretended it didn’t even faze her.
Elijah smirk as she moaned into his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back and he was relieved that she was going to try and fight him. Only they’d heard footsteps and as quickly as she’d pushed him off he’d pulled away. She smirked up at him and he already knew what she wanted to do. He let her pull him into an empty room and push her up against the door, before she kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, closing what little space was left between them because he need to feel her body against his.
He knew it was beyond fucked up that he was about to fuck her when Harley had just been kidnapped and Tommy was possibly dead. But, he couldn’t help, he need her to feel okay. Without her he was a fucking nut case out of his mind obsessing over her, when he was with her he could function, he could breath, and he felt alive.
He slipped his hand to the of her neck making her pull away and he held her eyes for a moment, before spinning her around so that her back was facing him as he unzipped her dress. The heat between them was intoxicating, something he never had with anyone else. I had only really been a few days since they’d been together last, but to him it felt like a fucking eternity and he both hated and loved that he needed her that much.
His lips moved slowly along her shoulders as he moved her hair to one side and his lips moved up her neck. On hand pushed her hips into his, his hand moved down to her upper inner thigh, rubbing it roughly, while his other hand slid into her dress and to her chest as he moved his hand slowly across her upper chest making every movement fluid and rough, leaving her want more. He slipped off her dress and shoved her against the wall roughly as he unbuttoned his pants his lips moved up the back of her neck.