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At least three. [ Hellboy reaches up to touch one of those wisps of hair with a fingertip as Harley turns her head, wondering idly, in the sleepy post-orgasm haze, how she manages to tame it at all.

He's speaking for himself mostly, the gaps between the times he's fairly certain she found release becoming increasingly blurry as they'd continued, working each other up and down over those edges with a familiarity that seems to be getting easier with every encounter they have. He knows where to touch, now, and how hard she likes it, and which angles she prefers, and is perfectly willing to use all of that knowledge to their mutual advantage. Though there still seems to be something new each time they fall into each other's arms, something else for him to take away and hold close to his heart.

This time it's the way she looks as she gazes over at the windows, a mixture of amusement and fondness and wistfulness that softens his tired smile even further. As she sets her chin against his sternum, he raises his eyebrows at her, studying her in silence for a moment before he answers. ]

Was just thinking I'm glad you found this place. [ He lifts his left hand to brush the back of one blunt finger over her cheek. ] It's good seeing you comfortable.

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See, I thought so, but then there was one of 'em where it almost felt like it turned into two, 'cause they were stacked on top of each other, and — [ she stills, falling silent, as one of his fingers grazes the curve of her cheek, a warm touch that she tilts her head into, prompts a soft hum from her throat. she's definitely basking in the afterglow here, her body more than a little sensitive than it would be normally to even the slightest brush of fingers across her skin.

the reason she'd lost track is how often they'd changed positions, but it had all ended up in her riding him, digging the half-moons of her nails into his chest as she'd ground her hips down hard, in a way that would be punishing if she hadn't been watching him throughout, checking to make sure it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. sometimes she needs it just this side of rough, and it doesn't mean anything sinister. it just means she gets to collapse on top of him, jelly-limbed and thoroughly sated, her legs splayed across his thighs. ]

Mmm, me too. Feels better than bein' up there. And I know I got some work to do on it still, although I might outsource a little in case anyone feels like wieldin' a paintbrush. [ but she's clearly excited for the chance to put her own touches on the space, her head bobbing up and down against his chest as she talks, smile instinctively widening when his finger nudges her cheek. ]

Plus, it's not like we gotta worry about any noise complaints. [ she waggles her eyebrows in a dramatic fashion. ] No next-door neighbors.

[ The dark red of his skin looks even deeper next to her paleness and the light curls of her hair, but it's unmarked by her hands, the small scratches and bruises she'd made disappearing almost instantly, their brief presence adding a heightened note of frantic energy to the way she'd ridden him. He hadn't objected and could, he figures, take more of that kind of thing, it just being a matter of asking for it. It's all the better to see the way it makes her come harder, trembling and crying out, wetness running down between them to soak the sheets, until she subsided on top of him.

He echoes her smile down the curve of his chest, brushing some idle strands of hair back behind her ear. It's been enough that even he feels warm from it, their bodies slippery and sweaty, but he can't find it in himself to want to move an inch.

And he hadn't missed that note in what she'd said, including him like his presence in her life is a known quantity, expected and wanted, a small casually used word that makes something in his chest ache as his heartbeat kicks back up a gear. ]

Yeah, that's gonna be pretty good. [ He's distracted, a little, by the thought that keeps occurring to him, the idea he hasn't been able to shake for a couple of weeks. He clears his throat around it, letting his hand drift down to rest on the curve of her back. ]

Can I ask you something? About what we're.. what we're gonna be doing here?

[ she'd honestly been a little disappointed when she'd discovered she couldn't mark him — at least, not long-term, nothing she could inflict on him even lingering for the span of them going at it. but that doesn't stop her from trying to find ways to enjoy it, however brief it might be, whether she's scratching her nails down his back or sinking her teeth into the meat of his shoulder. she'd been worked up enough to drag lines down his chest when she'd finally come hard enough to leave that wet spot in the sheets, and she can still feel where his come is gradually trickling out from between her legs.

and she's definitely not moving any time soon, turning her head to rest her cheek on his chest so she can hear his heartbeat steadily thumping beneath the skin; she sighs again, when his fingers sweep her hair back, the contact so casually comforting that she'd melt again if she wasn't so boneless from the sex. ]

Mmhmm. [ she hums again, inquisitively, when he broaches the potential question out loud; her brows knit together and she lifts her head again, forearm sliding across his stomach so she can prop herself up higher, but she still hasn't vacated her position draped on top of him. ]

Well, I'd think it'd be pretty obvious what we're gonna be doin' here.

[ she smirks, head tilting from one side to the other in amusement at her own joke, and then leans down to kiss him, her hair slipping forward over her shoulders to briefly shroud their faces while she grazes her mouth against his. ] 'Less I need to give you another reminder.

[ He lifts his chin a little to chase her mouth with his, the soft heat of her breath on his lips making him move underneath her, a slight involuntary lift of his hips as the banked coals of arousal turn over. Even drained and sleepy as he is, he can always count on Harley to bring him back to that space of wanting her again, insatiable for her touch and her presence on and around him.

Her hair tickles the side of his head as he draws a fingertip down the warm damp curve of her spine, distracted for the moment, a low pleased rumble rolling through his chest. ]

Mm. Wouldn't turn it down. [ Another soft, brief kiss, then lets his head fall back again, his hand settling with familiar warmth on the curve of her backside. ]

I mean. I was thinking.. [ He lets out a short breath, trying to figure out how to phrase it, finding himself suddenly unexpectedly nervous. His tail ticks back and forth on the bedsheets as he considers it. ] Since Jacob's gone and you're here in the Down now, maybe I could.. y'know, come and stay more often. Maybe, um.. maybe all the time. If you wanted that.

[ she selfishly likes clinging to this, these tender exchanges of affection in the aftermath that she doesn't always get — but at the same time, she doesn't pursue them with just anyone either, intentionally maintaining some distance between herself and those she hasn't opened up to enough or considered a person she can trust. the fact that he's lying in bed with her right now is proof that he's one of those few for her, and sure, part of the reason he's here is because she's super into him, but some of it also has to do with the part where he's never touched her, looked at her with anything but respect and admiration. turns out that kind of thing goes a long way with her.

she can feel the places where she's still sweaty, where that stickiness hasn't dried to cool on her skin yet — and it might not, fully, until she extricates herself from his embrace. too bad she doesn't want to yet. ]

Just gimme a minute or two to get my second wind. [ she giggles lightly, tipping her chin down as she looks at him with a more serious expression — but then that smile reappears soon after, hopeful and spreading. ]

Well, sure. You know how I feel about those apartments, they suck. And not nearly enough space for a guy like you, even when you're not crammed in there with someone else. And... I'd like that. [ her voice softens, and for a second she sounds more vulnerable besides. ] Havin' you here with me.

[ He doesn't realise how afraid he was that she might end up turning him down until she doesn't, until those words are being offered into the small space between them, undeniable, giving him something to hold on to in hope when he sees that tender light in her eyes. They're not words he's fully used to yet; even Kate and Abe and the others had never been in a position to offer him more than friendship through the hard times, a place where he could be when they didn't have any place at all.

It means a lot, that she offers it without even thinking that much. Enough to make his breath catch, so he has to release it in a low exhale. ]

Yeah? [ He lifts his hand back to push back her hair, settling in a curve around her head for a moment, his gaze locked on hers and his heart full of something he can't define. ] You wouldn't get sick of having a big lug like me around?

[ some of her response is still a result of her hastiness, her tendency to act first and think later, but then that small piece that wants to be more honest with him about what she thinks sneaks in at the end, her voice softer and smaller than it normally sounds. but she also realizes at the exact same time that he might want, even need that honesty from her too, might need her to be upfront and not joke around in this instance.

in this moment, he looks nearly as vulnerable as she's ever seen him, and that includes the time he'd been laid out on her bed with a bandage wrapped around his injured middle. ]

Sick of you? [ she repeats it almost incredulously, and now she really is finding a burst of strength, pressing her hands to his shoulders to scramble up the length of him so their faces are closer. ] Sweetie, I want you here. As often as you wanna be. And look, it's not like I don't have the space for it now down here. You could get your own room and everything.

[ It had started out as a joke in his head, but somewhere between that and saying it out loud, he'd realised he meant it, the very real concern rising up to grip him. But she does the right thing, the thing he needs, sliding up so they can be face to face. His arm automatically goes to drape up and over her, his big hand spread between her shoulder blades, thumb stroking gentle curves over her skin. ]

My own room, huh? [ Now there's definitely a smile caught in the corner of his mouth, some of the tension relaxing back out of him. She's close enough that it doesn't take much effort at all to lift his head and kiss her, so he does, intending it to be brief at first, but melting into something softer and deeper before he pulls back again. ] Glad I helped you get this bed down here.

Well, if you want. M'not expectin' you to be in here shackin' up with me the entire time. [ maybe she's joking about it, or trying to mostly keep things light-hearted, or she doesn't want to hope that he might say no and just want to sleep in her bed most of the time instead. so she scoffs lightly, but she can't keep herself from instinctively curving up into the touch of his hand, palm and warm fingers spread across her skin. ]

Then again, there's... plenty of space in here too. [ she says it dreamily, a little deliriously after he kisses her with so much warmth behind it, and it's hard not to feel really good in this moment, like nothing bad can touch them here while they're together basking in the shared afterglow. she's already chasing his mouth again, needing more, feeling like she can never have enough. ] Bed big enough for the both of us.

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