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[ when harley quinn dreams, her dreams are probably the stuff of nightmares — but most of the time, she forgets them as soon as she wakes up, like a memory that sloughs off in her subconscious and never emerges to torture her when she's awake. her thoughts are scattered enough that this isn't anything she really worries about, most of the time.

but tonight, maybe she's tired enough — or maybe she manages to be soothed enough — that she doesn't dream about anything at all, curling in a little tighter every so often and readjusting her hold on his hand. at one point, she rolls over to burrow into him more closely, knees tucked up so she's in more of a fetal position with her shins docked atop his thighs as she nestles beneath the casual sling of his arm across her middle.

when she wakes up, closer towards the afternoon now, she can hear the tv on in the living room — cass is probably watching some objectively terrible home improvement show again, his favorite pastime — and it takes her an extra second to remember how she'd fallen asleep, pressed against a warm wall of big and red, and she doesn't fully open her eyes yet, too cocooned and content to want to ruin the moment.

she can't tell if he's awake yet, but she can feel her way by touch, and it's how she ends up tipping up just enough to press her nose to the hollow of his throat, nuzzling along the dark line there before pushing her lips to that same spot, soft hums emerging because she can't help herself. the scent of him, pleasing, like roasting chestnuts, is even stronger right now, makes her needy for him without any hurry in it. right this second, she just... wants to enjoy this. ]

[ He drifts again for a while, untethered in a warm dark sea, content and comforted in a way that's been out of reach for so long it's almost become unfamiliar to him. Then gentle movement against his chest brings him back again, the stroke of careful hands over him before soft breaths and the light touch of lips find that place between his collarbones and he remembers, all over again, where he is.

He makes a low pleased noise in the back of his throat, not wanting to speak yet and admit to being fully awake, wanting to stay in this moment between dreaming and the world they need to get back to. His eyes still closed, he smiles sleepily as his palm slides down over her back, over the rumpled softness of her sweatshirt, warmed by his body heat and the depths of sleep. That searching touch finds the hem and slides underneath, along the waistband of her leggings and up until he can feel the smooth softness of her skin, spreading his fingers over her back. ]

[ she’s so warm she doesn’t even really need her sweatshirt either, but she’s bare beneath it, nothing but skin meeting his fingers when he slips his hand underneath it, the delicate curve of her spine that arches as she simultaneously leans back into his touch and strains up in order to reach his face too. lying on the bed like this, she can make her way up the length of his body easily in spite of their height difference, and now she’s too motivated to keep kissing him, little soft presses of her mouth to his neck, his jaw, wherever she can reach without craning too much.

she doesn’t know if he’s awake yet — she hasn’t opened her eyes fully to check — but he sound he makes, that low rumble, seems to be a fair indication that she’s roused him a little and she finally inches her way up the bed until their faces are closer to level, until she can find his lips with hers, fitting them together in something slow and gentle. there’s nothing rushing in it, nothing impatient — and nothing working inside her other than her own appreciative want for him, now that she’s woken up to him still here in her bed with her. ]

[ Hellboy lets out a breath as her mouth finds his, a slow sigh of pleasure at having her curled up against him, his hand up under her sweatshirt gently caressing her back, thumb drawing a line down between her shoulderblades as they kiss, letting their contact spool out slow and lazy and sweet.

As he draws more towards wakefulness and becomes more aware of Harley so close, the softness of her skin and her small noises, his body responds, already half-hard in his shorts as he surfaces from sleep. But there's no insatiable hunger this time, only a gentle heat and warmth building between them, so he's content to just stay like this, enjoying the fact that she's in his arms, letting the life of the city and everything else happen without them for a while.

Opening his mouth a little into the press of her lips, he slides his hand down over her side and around to her front, up over the warm weight of her breast, the metal beads of her piercing against his palm a counterpoint to that softness, drawing a soft groan from him. ]

[ well, now she knows he's awake, considering his hand is taking a very direct path from the small of her back to the front of her body, his heavy palm cupping over the slight swell of her breast; his hand is so big his fingers are spreading out across her chest, and if she tucked her chin down she could probably even see one or two tips peeking out from the collar of her sweatshirt, but right now she's too caught up in the feeling of his mouth on hers to let herself be distracted.

she chuckles when he groans like that, a sound that manages to leave her huskier than normal since this is the first time she's used her voice all morning — especially after a long night at the clockhouse and staying up for who knows how many hours before that.

so her first instinct is to keep this slow, lazy, unhurried, even in the way she finds his mouth with hers, slips her tongue in to let it tangle with his, and presses herself more firmly into him, rolling her shoulders so her breast nudges more into his palm, so that it's clear she doesn't mind where his hand is going. ]

[ The soft way she laughs at him is satisfying in ways he can't really define while mostly asleep, except that it sends a pleased thrill through him and all he knows all he wants is to make her happy like that as much as he can.

He squeezes her gently, softly, as he tastes her, no tequila or pancake syrup this time, just the uniqueness of her own body. The soft warm breaths against his skin are as thrilling as anything else they've done. Part of him, mostly the part starting to push against the front of his shorts, wants to roll her over and kneel between her legs, kiss his way down her body and fuck her with his tongue or his fingers. But at the same time he wants to stay here, exactly like this, not even speaking but letting each other's touches guide them. Either way he's full of gratitude for her, for what she's been to him over these last few weeks.

Lifting his right arm, he encourages her as close as she can get, a low quiet rumble of sound indicating how much he likes what she's doing. ]

[ it's so quiet and slow between them that she almost wonders if she's actually drifted off to sleep again and might be dreaming this, that she's unconscious and the sheer presence of him next to her is just making her mind conjure up images of kissing him now, letting her curves meld to his unyielding frame and enjoying all the ways in which he's hard against her.

but when he moves her, she can't ignore the need she has to take this further, to initiate something more, and when he guides her close and closer still she decides to hitch one leg up, bringing her thigh up across his hip. it has the added benefit of pressing her even closer to what he's packing at the front of his shorts and she instinctively rolls into it, enjoying the increasingly thick length that juts against her now.

she's awake enough, beyond alert, and her impulsiveness prompts her to give his shoulder a gentle shove as she hooks herself up with a squeeze of that leg; she wants the movement to roll them together until he's on his back with her straddling him, looking down at him, her hair a muss from sleeping but her sleepy gaze shining when she bends low to reach his mouth. ] Hey, you.

[ Once she's pressed against him, he figures, distantly, that the jig might be up when it comes to pretending to still be asleep. Not that he minds, though he knows it means having to accept that at some point they're going to have to leave this bed and is already mourning that small loss. But he's more than happy to make the most of it while they have this time together.

He smiles against her mouth, then groans softly when she throws her leg over him and rolls those talented hips, his palm slipping down her front and around to her ass to encourage her. She clearly doesn't need it, and he lets himself get shoved over with a low chuckle, ending up on his back in the soft warmth of the bed, blinking up at the glorious sight of her sitting on top of him, rumpled and sleepy and gorgeous as any sunrise.

His palm caresses her ass through the satiny fabric of her leggings as he looks up at her, feigning a little surprise, as if he hasn't been playing a significant part in all of this. He makes a soft noise as she leans down to kiss him again, rolling his hips upwards a little, almost lazily, underneath her. He's still smiling, edges softened, when she pulls back. ]

Hey. Sleep okay?

So good.

[ she doesn't pull back very far, at least, even if one hand sticks to bracing against the mattress adjacent to his head; the other one's running over his chest and then out to his shoulder, his upper arm, savoring the feeling of all his heat just emanating outward through his clothing like she can leech it into herself the longer she keeps their bodies this close together. ]

But now... [ when she veers down again, she pretends like she's going to kiss his mouth and diverts at the last-minute, a quiet chuckle preceding the press of her lips to the side of his neck, one spot and then another, trying to keep him laid back and pliant beneath her while she lavishes him with this slow and gentle attention. ] M'wide awake.

[ her kisses trail down lower, over the bones of his clavicle and then the breadth of his chest through his shirt, and she finally ventures a peek up at him from there, tilting her head slightly. ] Are you?

[ He's definitely got no cause to protest with Harley perched on top of him, stroking her hand down over his chest like she can't stop touching him. The low rumble of the TV in the other room drifts against the edges of his senses, making him wonder how much the other occupant of the apartment can hear what goes on and whether he ought to try to stay quiet. Weirdly enough, that idea is almost as much of a turn on as the way Harley's moving around on top of him. He tries not to think too much about it.

He grunts with amusement when she toys with him, tilting his head back a little to give her more room to kiss his throat, drawing gentle circles on her hip with his fingertips. When she starts heading lower, his response becomes more meaningful, tension starting to build up, then a huff of breath when she stops.

Looking down his body at her, he raises his eyebrows. ]

What do you think? [ He doesn't always have full control of his tail, especially first thing in the morning when he's still a little sleepy, but he makes an effort now and pulls it up to poke her playfully in one butt cheek with the blunt point. ]

[ even if the television wasn't cranked up so high they could hear it from down the hall, chances are cassidy would be paying too close attention to it to notice any damning noises coming from her room — that, or he'd tell them to be louder so he could enjoy the show from the couch. but she's not thinking about her roommate, her submissive, one of her arguably closest friends right now; she's thinking about the sight she's got sprawled out across her bed, and the way she can feel him tensing up in anticipation beneath her as she kisses down his body.

and then he pokes her with something from somewhere and she whirls around with a gasp to find the offender, her mouth dropping open in mild astonishment when she finds his tail hovering in the air behind her. ]

Hey. [ she directs her own playful swat at his upper arm, then retaliates by leaning down to bite a grip on his shirt and worry the fabric playfully with her teeth — though not enough to tear it. in fact, she's not going to be deterred from her mission to keep going, although she does sit up in order to reach for his tail, watching him out of the corner of her eye as she gently runs her fingers along its length. ]

What's it feel like?

[ Hellboy laughs at her reaction, a throaty rumble of noise, barely registering the swat to his arm. He watches her worry at his t-shirt before going back to the task at hand, admiring the way she moves inside the loose folds of that sweatshirt, increasingly distracted by the needs of his dick.

When she takes hold of his tail, he blinks at her, then waves his right hand in a vague sort of motion suggestive of a shrug. He lets his head fall back against the bed, gaze wandering over the ceiling. ]

Mmm. Like you're touching it. It's just like a.. limb I guess. Like if I touched your ankle or your arm. [ His breath catches slightly as her fingers travel further along it and underneath, a little surprised at how sensitive it feels when it's touched with gentleness like that, rather than the rough treatment it usually gets. His hard-on twitches in his shorts. ] Though maybe a.. a little different.

Uh huh. [ she’s listening, she really is, but she’s also focused on the sensation of his tail sliding through her fingers, or maybe that’s just the way she’s touching him there, stroking it along the gap between digits rather than circling a grip on it instead. it’s fascinating, the way it reacts to her, the way it seems like an extension of him, and she likes doing anything that can make his breath snag like that.

besides, given her perch across his lap, it also means she’ll feel his hard-on against the inside of her thigh, that subtle twitch that clues her in on this kind of gentle contact being a welcome one. ]

Every time I touch ya, it’s... you’re so warm, everywhere. [ she softly hums it, sliding her fingertips a little higher along his tail toward where the end of it disappears beneath him — and then she scoots down to sit more across his knees, dropping her hands to the front of his shorts. there’s a mischievous, crooked smile on her lips as she leans forward to mouth along the angle of his hipbone, that pelvic line that stretches below the waistband, and then she gently nips at his abdomen, below his navel. ] Kinda makes a girl never wanna get up and outta bed.

[ It's nothing like he's felt in a long time, maybe longer than he can remember, these gentle attentive touches, going further than just lust or need, an exploration of his body that's just about sharing pleasure. He's spent so long being touched only in violence, with fists or feet or the necessity of salving wounds, and each pass of her fingertips over his skin feels like it's erasing those long lonely decades.

He arches up a little under those kisses, against the soft brush of her palm against the underside of his tail, a short exhale when her teeth graze him. ]

Good, 'cause I don't.. don't wanna leave either. [ He crooks his left arm back up behind his head and lifts his right hand, one big stone finger gently brushing a curl of that flyaway blond hair behind her ear, a sweet kind of ache in his chest as his glowing eyes study her. ] Don't wanna leave you.

[ it's something she's never gone for between the two of them — it's not that she hasn't been curious about how much he can feel through his tail, but just reaching out and grabbing it has always struck her as being a little rude, at least until now when they're both relaxed and warm and comfy in each other's presence. she makes a mental note to spend some time with it in the future, maybe see how far that sensitivity goes along its length, but now she's more motivated to get to what twitches thick and heavy beneath his shorts. ]

You don't have to. Not if you don't want. [ there's a gentleness in feeling that big carved finger sweeping across her face with so much care, even though she figures that hand could do some damage along the lines of a mere afterthought, and she sinks teeth into her bottom lip, grinning silly around it. ] We don't haveta get out of this bed all day, even.

[ her fingers curl a hold in the hem of his t-shirt, sliding it up so she can mouth over those impressive abs of his she's come to be very well-acquainted with, and she licks over the lines between the individual muscles, defined curves that she would gladly trace every single one of with her tongue — while underneath, her fingers finally undo the front of his shorts and slowly coax them down over his hips. ]

Mm. Now there's a tempting idea. [ Hellboy studies what he can see of her crouched down over him, colorful tinted hair and the bright stripes of her leggings, the arch of one small bare foot. She's not like anyone he's ever known and sometimes he doesn't know how he's managed to end up here, but if he can, he's definitely going to stay for as long as he's allowed.

He finds it difficult to stay completely still as she licks his belly, small movements and the hitch of his breath giving away how easily and readily he's able to give himself over to her, hooking his fingers into his shirt to keep it lifted up for her.

Obediently, he raises his hips a little to help her tug his shorts down, already anticipating what she might have in mind and not wanting to waste a second. As is his habit, he's not wearing underwear, and already mostly hard, so she won't find anything in her way for whatever she wants to do next. ]

Thought ya might feel that way. [ her accent, strong even when she's fully awake, is even stronger now, but it isn't that exaggerated sing-song voice she puts on for dramatic emphasis sometimes. her natural voice is lower, deeper, even if the heavy gotham influence is still there, making her lazy with her syllables while she's stripping him down of that bottom layer.

and now, she's going to take her time, stroking fingertips up the underside of his cock — he's even hotter here, if such a thing is possible — and then swipes her thumb over the tip, circles the head, smearing what already drips back into his skin. ]

But all you gotta do now is lie back and enjoy yourself. I know I will. [ her resulting chuckle ends up muffled as soon as she parts her lips over his dick, but she doesn't try to go for it all at once; she's slowly sucking around the first few inches without bobbing for deeper, letting him enjoy the sensation of her mouth while she savors his taste, his heat. ]

[ It's an accent he's only passing familiar with, the unique Gotham rise and fall, not quite a Brooklyn twang but near to it, but he's already sure he likes it, especially when she's caught up in the throes of something passionate, enough to lose control a little and have it come spilling out as chaotic and unashamedly unrefined as she is.

He follows her touch with a twitch of his hips and a groan, unable to stop himself when she's touching him like that, a promise and the edge of what he needs. He doesn't need to be reminded to trust her, though, ready to be vulnerable and spread out for her. ]

No -- ah -- no problem. [ He grunts and grates the words out as she wraps her mouth around the head of his cock, now having to make an effort to stay still and not buck up into her, the sleepy heat of his morning erection already skidding him close to the edge. He reaches out to set his left hand carefully on her head, blunt fingertips stroking through her hair, petting her rhythmically as she works on him. ]

Mmhmm. [ she hums louder on purpose, knowing he'll feel it as much as hear it, the vibrations of that sound rippling against him where she has her mouth wrapped, and before she might've felt more rushed, more driven with that mysterious shot running through her but now she wants to really lean into her own laziness, spend time just on licking this gorgeous cock.

and anyone who knows her even a little bit knows how much she enjoys using her tongue.

but she's not quiet either, making soft whimpers and groans along with those quiet sounds of suction, cheeks hollowing out slightly with the force of it the further down she goes — and her eyes rise to find his face as his hand slips into her hair, which is when she manages to somehow grin even with her mouth full, tilting her head into that loose slide of fingers when their tips run across her scalp and make her shiver. ]

[ He does feel that vibration, and it's even better when it shifts into the soft noises of her own enjoyment around his cock. The sound of her getting off on having her mouth wrapped around him is a thrilling frisson under and around the physical sensation of her lips and tongue against him.

As much as he might want to, he can't quite stay still under her ministrations, arching up a little as she sucks down his length, a moan rising from his lips as his balls tighten, wanting more and at the same time wanting it to stay like this, gentle and lazy and slippery.

His hand drifts down the back of her head, splaying across her shoulders before he skates his fingertips back over the rumpled folds of her sweater, seeking something he can't quite reach. ]

Baby. C'mere. [ Words are difficult around the way she's making his breathing skip and the need and heat running in waves through him. ] Wanna.. touch you. Taste you. While you do this.

[ she pulls up, pulls off and there's a distinct pop as her lips release their tight wrap around his dick, a thin line of saliva breaking as she straightens up, and her mouth gradually slants into a grin when she realizes exactly what he's trying to tell her that he wants. ]

Oh, yeah? I'm not gonna say no if you want to get in on the action too. [ even if she is going to have to do a brief contortionist act to work herself out of these goddamn leggings. but she peels off her sweatshirt first, skin already blushing pink with need; once she has his mouth on her she's going to be too hot for it anyway. she doesn't even bother to separate anything, just slips off everything she's got from the waist down by hooking her thumbs beneath it all, and when she scrambles up to him she's a stretch of pale limbs, adorned with ink in every direction.

she's almost always been some measure of clothed around him so this is different, settling over his face with her knees on either side of his head; she might have to make the most of her flexibility in stretching out across his body but she wants to see what he does first, how he meets her, what his mouth feels like. she palms over his abdomen, drags her nails back up over red skin, light scratches that don't press hard enough to really do anything but add more sensation. ] Go ahead, big guy. S'all yours.

[ He almost -- almost -- regrets it when she slides up off his dick, the cold air replacing the heat of her mouth, but when she hooks her fingertips under the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls it off all doubts fly from his mind. He watches her with a sleepy hunger, gaze caught by the bounce of her pierced tits, the flash of her pale thighs as she wriggles out of her leggings, a teasing pink flash of her cunt as she manoeuvres around.

It's more than he's seen of her body all at once, and this time she's in the soft even sunlight coming through the windows, almost glowing, her tattoos dark brushstrokes over her skin. He drinks in the sight of her, his dick throbbing as she climbs up his body, almost unable to grasp the cosmic luck that's allowed him to be here.

He curves his left palm around her thigh as she settles over him, not to hold her down, but wanting to feel that smooth softness under his fingertips. He barely waits for her to offer permission, lifting his head up to bury his face between her legs with boyish eagerness, inhaling the smell of sleep and sweat and the unique note of her body that seems to sing through him. Groaning in the back of his throat, he licks a broad and grateful stripe over her clit and into the wetness of her cunt, lapping at her like he's determined not to let a moment be wasted. ]

[ she expects it to feel good — it’s a mouth on her cunt, when has it ever not felt amazing? but he almost doesn’t let her finish her sentence before he’s rearing up and shoving his face between her legs, making her rock forward with a stuttered gasp as she braces both palms against his chest. he’s licking her firmly, eagerly, like he can’t get enough of her already, and it manages to make her forget about what she’s supposed to be doing on her end for a few seconds as she idly rolls her hips. ]

Oh, God — [ she sucks in another breath, eyes squeezing shut, her lips parting for more of those gasps and whimpers, but when she looks down again and sees his cock laying hard and heavy she realizes having his mouth on her is only making her hungrier for him too.

stretching across his body isn’t the hard part; she has to splay herself over his broad front, shift forward a little so she’s not fully straddling his face, but she reaches him just fine, pursing her lips to gently spit down the hard line of his dick so she can slick the grasp of her hand around him before she reintroduces her mouth too. ]

[ It's easy enough to move with her as she shifts forward, leaning up to keep lapping at her cunt, wanting more of those soft noises, more of the taste of her as he licks greedily over her. He reaches up to spread his left hand over her ass, parting those soft curves with his thumb so he can get to more of her.

When she wraps her hand around his cock he arches into it instinctively, eager for her touch, and he curses under his breath, pulling back a little for a moment to groan and pant hot breaths against her to let the sensation roll through him.

With Harley sprawled forward across him angle is pretty good, but it could be better, so he shifts on the bed, more than capable of moving the two of them back until his head and shoulders are pushed up against a mound of pillows and he can resume his exploration of her body at a more leisurely pace. ]

[ she moans happily, a giddy sound in her throat, when she feels his thumb slide across the curve of her ass, spread her wider for him, and she’s more than ready to make herself accessible, but all of a sudden she’s being tugged back, lifting her head as her mouth slips off his dick and she realizes where he’s moving them.

it leaves her curved across him in that slightly sitting up position, her ass tilted up in the air behind her, and she likes it, likes being contorted into this angle so that they’re easily closer to each other’s mouths. ]

Lucky for you I’m this bendy. [ she grins, ducks her head to nibble the side of his cock, and then drags her tongue along the shaft again, long and slow licks that try to coat the entire length before she parts her lips to suckle at the head. ] Mmm, not that you’d be able to keep me away from this.

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