[ for the moment, the only one at home is harley herself — bruce has tagged along with the big guy to work at the spread eagle, which means she would normally feel a lot more stir-crazy than she does right now, but the thing about inviting friends over is that it can help a lot with that cooped-up mood.
naturally, harley glances up with a big grin from where she's currently hauled the tattoo machine downstairs into the living room, launching herself over the back of the sofa and then making a beeline straight for drake.
hope you're ready for an armful of harley, mister, because that's what you're getting, as harley throws herself at him for a big hug that sends her up onto her tiptoes to compensate for their height difference. and maybe she ends up hugging him a little longer than she needs to, squeezing him tight (and squeezing her body against his own). ] Mmmm. Hi, sweetie.
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naturally, harley glances up with a big grin from where she's currently hauled the tattoo machine downstairs into the living room, launching herself over the back of the sofa and then making a beeline straight for drake.
hope you're ready for an armful of harley, mister, because that's what you're getting, as harley throws herself at him for a big hug that sends her up onto her tiptoes to compensate for their height difference. and maybe she ends up hugging him a little longer than she needs to, squeezing him tight (and squeezing her body against his own). ] Mmmm. Hi, sweetie.