[ the tattoo shop in question does sort of look like cupid threw up all over it already — in part because harley's a little weak for the holiday as it is, but she's also never going to say no to the idea of decorating the place in more red and pink, which are two of her absolute most favorite colors. she's actually in the process of putting up some streamers, having hopped up on a smaller ladder to reach the ceiling since hellboy is currently nowhere in sight for her to use his shoulders. (she has her own sneaking suspicion that he's planning on surprising her later, so she can pretend to be the patient girl she isn't for now.)
still, the sound of the bell above the door jingling is what alerts her to someone walking through it, and she glances back over one shoulder, still perched on the ladder, and grins brightly when she spots majima standing just inside. ]
Hey, you. You here to finally lemme add onto that ink, or what?
[ He's been holding these things for a while, he is already a little itchy. But then, he's always a little itchy. It's not even worth noting most of the time, until it really starts to overheat and spiral out. That's when he'll start looking for trouble. At the moment, he is about as calm as one might expect him to be. He smiles up at her work amiably, there's a part of himself that is very in to the gaudy pink throwup of Valentine's Day. He'll let her out later. ]
Lookit this gal, always lookin' for a chance t'stab me. I like it.
[ He's not even being facetious. ]
Brought ya a little token of my esteem, an' all that shit.
[ Ta-da, flowers. He thought the pink ones suited her big girly grin best, so that's what he picked up. ]
[ she affects a shrug of one shoulder, her mouth tilting upward with the same easy crookedness, but at least he's not holding the circumstances of their first meeting against her — which would be a shame, especially since it had seemed like they'd both enjoyed themselves at the time. still, she doesn't want to necessarily dwell on the past when he's clearly here for a new reason, and her eyes widen in surprise when he produces the bouquet from behind his back and holds it out to her. ]
Really? For me?
[ she doesn't descend the ladder so much as jump down from it, pivoting to face him and reaching out to take the flowers with a visibly flattered expression on her face. ]
I'd say you shouldn't have but this is really doin' it for me, so you absolutely should've. [ she sticks her nose into the center of the roses, breathing in — they're real, alright — and when her gaze lifts to his face again, something shifts in her eyes, a subtle dilation in her pupils but it's still something taking effect. ] Hey, you wanna come back in the office with me real quick? Help me find somethin' to put these in?
[ Funny that'd cross her mind. She'd given him exactly what he needed. It's why he likes her so much. He trusts her in a particular way, obviously why he's here with flowers trying to make nice. She's good people in his mind. He gives her a sideways grin, intrigued by the invitation and not a small amount affected himself. A chuckle, ]
Sure, babe, anythin' ya want.
[ So he ambles in closer to her, looking right into her face with that slice of a grin. He motions smoothly, ]
Lead th'way.
[ She will get her cute little ass papped when she turns. ]
[ harley just beams brightly, all white teeth and bright red lipstick, and spins on her toe to pivot in the direction of the back office, the rubber sole of her sneaker squeaking against the linoleum flooring. if she happens to glance back at any point and notice him sneaking a look at her butt, she might even put an extra wiggle in the natural sashay of her hips, swaying them just a little more for the benefit of his view.
the office is a space she technically shares with stiles, a real smart kid who works here and sometimes does the books for her — because harley can't be bothered to figure out the numbers side — but it's empty now, and she leads them both into the room, looking for a vase or anything resembling it.
it's a scant space, one desk and a small sofa pushed up along one wall, and harley starts rummaging through the closest cabinet, rising up on tiptoe to reach a higher shelf. one more look back at majima, though, and her smile only gets bigger. ]
[ Hey, he gets that. He sure likes to play like he isn't smart enough for the books, make it someone else's problem. He misses having his herd of guys to do all the boring shit for him. He is not suited for day to day life -- civilian life -- and he does everything he can to avoid the dull face of it. Like bringing flowers to pretty gal and sliding into her back room. Or drinking himself stupid or picking fights in the Down all day. Anything but trying to pretend he's a regular guy.
What was a mild itch in the back of his mind has made itself into more of a push. The toothy smile of flirtation does not help, not that he's ever in much of a mind to ignore is baser instincts. They're the fun ones.
He ambles up alongside her, grinning lazily himself for a moment before he scoops her up at the waste and dumps her over his shoulder. He doesn't care if those flowers end up strewn all over the floor. That might even be the best effect possible, what does he know about romance? In the meantime, she gets deposited onto the desk with the yakuza between her knees, leaning in on his hands. ]
That can wait.
[ He pulls her in by the cute, pert ass so she's flush up against him. Catches that bubblegum scent with a grin and leans in to bite at her throat. He's mouthy dog, he'll those teeth just about anywhere. ]
[ it's not like it takes much for harley to get that distracted from what she's supposed to be doing at work — but when days are slow and people aren't looking to get tattooed or pierced, it limits what she can do to entertain herself, so in the long run, it's a good thing he's come along to break up her day, even if she wasn't expecting flowers in the process.
something ripples through her, an awareness but also a heat, when she glances back at him and their eyes meet again, but she's not even given that much time to process what it means or where it's actually come from, and the flowers slip from her hands, the bouquet hitting the floor as he hoists her up and carries her across the room, prompting a soft squeal from her throat. ]
What are you — ohhh.
[ suddenly she's right-side-up again, wisps of blonde hair drifting in front of her face and him standing in between the spread of her thighs, hauling her to the edge of the desk until she's balanced right on it, and when his mouth drops to her throat her head almost lolls back instantly. her neck's always been one of her telltale sensitive spots, and that he goes after it right away means she's more and more likely to turn into butter than could melt right under his mouth.
even if he bites, she won't mind, although the occasional scrape of teeth does make her hiss sharply, and she wraps her legs around him, hauling him in closer to her with a squeeze of her thighs. ] Mmm, is this really why you showed up to see me?
[ He just keeps grinning, a hyena slice of a smile. ]
Dunno.
[ He... really didn't, but he's perfectly happy to be a disgusting dog of a man. It's his brand and it works for him. And as long as she's not complaining about getting tossed around a little, neither is he. He squeezes her ass, firm almost to a pinch. She's giving him some mad cute aggression, he can feel it. One gloved hand runs up her back until he hits her neck, cupping her head as he turns his own to catch his mouth in a teeth-clacking kiss, inhaling deep. He speaks close to her mouth, ]
Just had an itch, what can ya do.
[ Then he just pulls her back in to it by the back of the neck. ]
Well — [ she only manages to get one word out before his mouth comes on hers again, a kiss that mashes lips and teeth together but doesn't prompt her to do anything but give voice to a soft little squeak instead, a sound of excitement and pleasure rather than surprise or disinterest.
it's not as if they'd spent a lot of time getting around to the kissing part last time, so this is almost something new to learn right from the jump — and he kisses her in one of the many, many ways she likes, hauling her in with his hand gripping hard through the denim of her shorts so she can feel the squeeze of his fingers digging into her ass. ]
You scratch that itch however you need to.
[ she feverishly gets out the rest of what she'd been planning to say, and this time, when they swerve into each other for another kiss she's more prepared to give as good as she's getting, biting on his lower lip and tugging out before letting it snap free, her hands already roaming in search of the best way to start peeling off some of his clothes. ]
[ His grin tightens at the edges in response her squeaking and breathlessness. What an amiable gal, he's a big fan. He lingers there on her mouth, enjoying the pull of her teeth with a purr, but he has a mind to put his own to good use. He's relentlessly fixated with his mouth, the kind of man who will stick it any disgusting place and bite all over. He pulls her hair as he tilts her head to the side to bite against her throat, hands wandering up her hips and sides to palm an also very cute breast. Rougher than he would be with one of the softer girls he knows, but then that might be the flowers having their input too. He's not going to think about it too hard. ]
[ any attempts she makes at undressing him now are going to be waylaid big time when his fingers snag that hold in her hair, using it to all but yank her head to one side so he can bare the long pale exposure of her throat — something that's practically begging all on its own to be marked. harley's never really made a secret of the fact that she's weak for any attention given to that spot in particular, but it might still come as a surprise to him when he sets his teeth there, earning a higher sound from her that sounds an awful lot like a needy whine. ]
Oh — [ she almost sighs it, squirming at the edge of the desk, her knees thumping on either side of his thighs, and she instinctively rocks forward, trying to align them further in any way she can, her head lolling a little too when his hand cups and kneads over one of her breasts through her shirt. she'd gone braless today, so there's no doubt he'll feel the telltale outline of her piercing with its barbells nudging against his palm, the bud of her nipple joining the party too as his bites on her neck steadily drives her more and more wild. ]
[ He finds this bump of metal with his gloved thumb and smiles, rolling it with thumb and forefinger in a way that makes little twists in the fabric of her shirt. He'll have to get rid of that in a minute. In a minute, in a minute, his tongue is busy licking over the red mark he's left there on her throat. She has a good skintone for marks. ]
Your guy like it when ya come with bruises?
[ He'd rather be contributing to their relationship than causing a mess, although neither answer is really going to stop him from rocking against her. The squeeze of her legs at his sides is an easy, inviting pleasure. ]
He might get a little growly about it, but don't worry. S'not like he's gonna come after you or anything.
[ truth be told, harley kind of likes it when hellboy displays some level of possessiveness over her, if only because it's not the same degree of claiming that her ex used to live by — going so far overboard that she had to get permission to do anything on her own. not to mention any guy who even so much as looked at her too long was always potentially at risk for losing at least the one eye, maybe both.
so even if big red decides to take it out on her later, it'll be in the way they both enjoy, when he can leave his own mark on her, or thumb over the ink she's sporting on her ass just for him as a reminder that she'll always come back to one bed in particular over the rest. not that she's in a bed now, her thighs gripping at majima's hips and her lips parted for a soft sigh when he soothes over the bruise he's left with his tongue. ]
How d'you want me? Face-to-face, bent over? Start one way and then flip me over to the other side?
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still, the sound of the bell above the door jingling is what alerts her to someone walking through it, and she glances back over one shoulder, still perched on the ladder, and grins brightly when she spots majima standing just inside. ]
Hey, you. You here to finally lemme add onto that ink, or what?
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Lookit this gal, always lookin' for a chance t'stab me. I like it.
[ He's not even being facetious. ]
Brought ya a little token of my esteem, an' all that shit.
[ Ta-da, flowers. He thought the pink ones suited her big girly grin best, so that's what he picked up. ]
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[ she affects a shrug of one shoulder, her mouth tilting upward with the same easy crookedness, but at least he's not holding the circumstances of their first meeting against her — which would be a shame, especially since it had seemed like they'd both enjoyed themselves at the time. still, she doesn't want to necessarily dwell on the past when he's clearly here for a new reason, and her eyes widen in surprise when he produces the bouquet from behind his back and holds it out to her. ]
Really? For me?
[ she doesn't descend the ladder so much as jump down from it, pivoting to face him and reaching out to take the flowers with a visibly flattered expression on her face. ]
I'd say you shouldn't have but this is really doin' it for me, so you absolutely should've. [ she sticks her nose into the center of the roses, breathing in — they're real, alright — and when her gaze lifts to his face again, something shifts in her eyes, a subtle dilation in her pupils but it's still something taking effect. ] Hey, you wanna come back in the office with me real quick? Help me find somethin' to put these in?
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Sure, babe, anythin' ya want.
[ So he ambles in closer to her, looking right into her face with that slice of a grin. He motions smoothly, ]
Lead th'way.
[ She will get her cute little ass papped when she turns. ]
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the office is a space she technically shares with stiles, a real smart kid who works here and sometimes does the books for her — because harley can't be bothered to figure out the numbers side — but it's empty now, and she leads them both into the room, looking for a vase or anything resembling it.
it's a scant space, one desk and a small sofa pushed up along one wall, and harley starts rummaging through the closest cabinet, rising up on tiptoe to reach a higher shelf. one more look back at majima, though, and her smile only gets bigger. ]
See somethin' you like?
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What was a mild itch in the back of his mind has made itself into more of a push. The toothy smile of flirtation does not help, not that he's ever in much of a mind to ignore is baser instincts. They're the fun ones.
He ambles up alongside her, grinning lazily himself for a moment before he scoops her up at the waste and dumps her over his shoulder. He doesn't care if those flowers end up strewn all over the floor. That might even be the best effect possible, what does he know about romance? In the meantime, she gets deposited onto the desk with the yakuza between her knees, leaning in on his hands. ]
That can wait.
[ He pulls her in by the cute, pert ass so she's flush up against him. Catches that bubblegum scent with a grin and leans in to bite at her throat. He's mouthy dog, he'll those teeth just about anywhere. ]
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something ripples through her, an awareness but also a heat, when she glances back at him and their eyes meet again, but she's not even given that much time to process what it means or where it's actually come from, and the flowers slip from her hands, the bouquet hitting the floor as he hoists her up and carries her across the room, prompting a soft squeal from her throat. ]
What are you — ohhh.
[ suddenly she's right-side-up again, wisps of blonde hair drifting in front of her face and him standing in between the spread of her thighs, hauling her to the edge of the desk until she's balanced right on it, and when his mouth drops to her throat her head almost lolls back instantly. her neck's always been one of her telltale sensitive spots, and that he goes after it right away means she's more and more likely to turn into butter than could melt right under his mouth.
even if he bites, she won't mind, although the occasional scrape of teeth does make her hiss sharply, and she wraps her legs around him, hauling him in closer to her with a squeeze of her thighs. ] Mmm, is this really why you showed up to see me?
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Dunno.
[ He... really didn't, but he's perfectly happy to be a disgusting dog of a man. It's his brand and it works for him. And as long as she's not complaining about getting tossed around a little, neither is he. He squeezes her ass, firm almost to a pinch. She's giving him some mad cute aggression, he can feel it. One gloved hand runs up her back until he hits her neck, cupping her head as he turns his own to catch his mouth in a teeth-clacking kiss, inhaling deep. He speaks close to her mouth, ]
Just had an itch, what can ya do.
[ Then he just pulls her back in to it by the back of the neck. ]
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it's not as if they'd spent a lot of time getting around to the kissing part last time, so this is almost something new to learn right from the jump — and he kisses her in one of the many, many ways she likes, hauling her in with his hand gripping hard through the denim of her shorts so she can feel the squeeze of his fingers digging into her ass. ]
You scratch that itch however you need to.
[ she feverishly gets out the rest of what she'd been planning to say, and this time, when they swerve into each other for another kiss she's more prepared to give as good as she's getting, biting on his lower lip and tugging out before letting it snap free, her hands already roaming in search of the best way to start peeling off some of his clothes. ]
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[ His grin tightens at the edges in response her squeaking and breathlessness. What an amiable gal, he's a big fan. He lingers there on her mouth, enjoying the pull of her teeth with a purr, but he has a mind to put his own to good use. He's relentlessly fixated with his mouth, the kind of man who will stick it any disgusting place and bite all over. He pulls her hair as he tilts her head to the side to bite against her throat, hands wandering up her hips and sides to palm an also very cute breast. Rougher than he would be with one of the softer girls he knows, but then that might be the flowers having their input too. He's not going to think about it too hard. ]
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Oh — [ she almost sighs it, squirming at the edge of the desk, her knees thumping on either side of his thighs, and she instinctively rocks forward, trying to align them further in any way she can, her head lolling a little too when his hand cups and kneads over one of her breasts through her shirt. she'd gone braless today, so there's no doubt he'll feel the telltale outline of her piercing with its barbells nudging against his palm, the bud of her nipple joining the party too as his bites on her neck steadily drives her more and more wild. ]
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Your guy like it when ya come with bruises?
[ He'd rather be contributing to their relationship than causing a mess, although neither answer is really going to stop him from rocking against her. The squeeze of her legs at his sides is an easy, inviting pleasure. ]
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[ truth be told, harley kind of likes it when hellboy displays some level of possessiveness over her, if only because it's not the same degree of claiming that her ex used to live by — going so far overboard that she had to get permission to do anything on her own. not to mention any guy who even so much as looked at her too long was always potentially at risk for losing at least the one eye, maybe both.
so even if big red decides to take it out on her later, it'll be in the way they both enjoy, when he can leave his own mark on her, or thumb over the ink she's sporting on her ass just for him as a reminder that she'll always come back to one bed in particular over the rest. not that she's in a bed now, her thighs gripping at majima's hips and her lips parted for a soft sigh when he soothes over the bruise he's left with his tongue. ]
How d'you want me? Face-to-face, bent over? Start one way and then flip me over to the other side?