"Heh heh, don't say that till we find out what's playing. Remember the Capitol loves it's mental and emotional torture.

Then without further provocation, without even a warning! Harley drew closer pressing her lips to Elsa's.

The older woman's lips were warm and softer then the black lipstick would suggest. There's a hot of sugar cookies and the scent of cotton candy.

A drawn out kiss, to the tune of polka music.