[ Harley shrieks again and, it's true, she can't lie. Mostly because she's laughing too hard to speak. When she can't take it anymore, she grabs his wrists and holds him at bay while she catches her breath. She's all flushed face and heaving bosom and definitely not sleepy anymore. She should ... probably put a shirt back on.
no subject
Probably.
Soon.
Eventually, definitely. ]