Mask or Menace IC Contact

[itistolaugh]

"Harley here! Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Or I won't.

Don't be boring."

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[itistolaugh]

[ That swat certainly gets her attention. She jumps with a squeak that turns into a giggle, and half-turns to flutter her eyelashes at him. ]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[ She lies back down and stretches, and if that lifts her hips a little and if those hips happen to wiggle a little, so be it. ]

It's a compliment.

[pushtheboundaries]

I'll admit it's not the goal. [but if it happens- he's, well, he's not sure he's against it. he's not awkward like he'd be before The Thing, but there's still that whole very-not-used to all this.

...he thinks he likes it, though. or, well. is getting used to liking it.

have a little side-tickle while he can, though.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She giggleshrieks and rolls away onto her side, curled in on herself protectively. ]

That's cheating!

[pushtheboundaries]

[VICTORY FOR CALLAGHAN. must follow up with MORE TICKLING, and some definite laughter.] You'd do the same to me, don't lie!

[itistolaugh]

[ 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.

Probably.

Soon.

Eventually, definitely. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[there's a tiny bit of fighting her grip, but it doesn't last long; he was trying to relax her and now he's got her all riled up, shame on him. still, he's grinning as he looks down at her, though when his eyes glance down there's a bit of red in his cheek before he glances back up to her face. right.]

Where'd you toss your shirt?

[itistolaugh]

Your shirt.

[ He did say she could help herself to anything. ]

And I dunno. Or care. Why, don'tcha like the view?

[pushtheboundaries]

My shirt, temporarily yours. And it's a very nice view but that's entirely the problem.

[itistolaugh]

Is it?

[ She releases his wrists. ]

A problem.

[pushtheboundaries]

[......this is a trap, isn't it. Robert's smile falters slightly, but he keeps his gaze on her face. when he does break it, it's only to lie down next to her with an exhale]

It's not.

[he's not a hundred percent sure he'd be much for following up with it, though. even if there is a hint of visible interest from elsewhere

he'll settle for keeping his eyes on her. look who's not running away, even if he's not exactly running forwards? he's still got a bit of a smile, anyway- a real one, not forced.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She smiles and cuddles up to him again, tucking her head against his shoulder and throwing an arm over him. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[Robert will absolutely take cuddles, and if she's shirtless for them? he'll deal. he'll also curl an arm around her, sighing in contentment.]




...you're going to have an awful revenge, I can feel it.

[itistolaugh]

Yeah. But you'll like it.

[ She throws a leg over him and waggles her eyebrows. Heeeyyyy

... But that's all she does. Look at her! Being good! ]

[pushtheboundaries]

Maybe. [you're only good when you're hoping you can be bad. but he does give her an amused little look, and leans to give her a little peck on the forehead.

she really is cute, he won't argue that.]

[itistolaugh]

[ SHIT, HE'S ONTO HER.

She returns that with a peck on the lips. ]

Get some sleep. I'll be here if you have a nightmare.

[pushtheboundaries]

[Harley, Harley. he was trying very hard to forget about the chances of those, and up until this moment, was doing a very good job. the whole massage and cleaning and tickling and everything else did a wonderful job of grounding him until his grip on Harley briefly, briefly tightens.

there's a few moments in which he just looks at her, smile fading; there's something in his eyes, because he's not sure if he should try and shrug it off and insist he'll be fine, or damn his dignity because...well...

in the end he sighs and closes his eyes, resting his chin against her. it's probably a mark of how much he's grown to trust her that he doesn't try and put up a mask.

instead, there's just a quiet-] All right.

[itistolaugh]

[ She runs her fingers over his hair. The nightmares would come without her saying it or not. She knows what Crane's toxins do to people. Frankly, she's amazed he didn't wake up screaming the first time. ]

You're okay. You're safe now.

[ Until the next time he does it, anyway. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[there's something to be said about being scared silent. screaming is inherently a call for help- but why would you scream when you know there's no help coming?

when you know you're alone?

he swallows around the lump in his throat, and forces himself to slow his breathing. if he's still holding Harley tight, well...at least it's not a painful grip.

that'll only come when the dreams do.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She drifts in and out of a light doze, and when he shows signs of bad dreams she rouses and starts rubbing his back and cooing soft, gentle reassurances. ]