redrighthanded | IC; Duplicity Inbox

Hm. [ Hellboy makes a little show of thinking about it as he drains a quarter of the beer in a single swallow, his right hand drifting down the back of the couch until one stone fingertip skates almost idly across Harley's shoulder like he's a teenager trying to make a move on a cute girl. He's definitely got the butterflies to go along with it, a pleasant tremble running through him whenever she looks his way and gives that little smile.

After a moment he rolls a shoulder in a shrug and clears his throat, trying to recapture some nonchalance. ]

Let's, uh. Go for the action first.

Mmm. [ she’s mid-swig on her own beer when he finally picks, even if she’s only taking a small pull next to his draining. good thing she’d went and bought that extra six pack for a rainy day, but now that she’s here on the couch with him, his warmth seeping outward along her side where they’re gently pressed together, she doesn’t want to get up again for a while.

it’s a title she’s never heard of and she thinks it might be vaguely porny because it’s duplicity and everything they do is designed to cater to at least one thing, but she snuggles in against him anyway, shifting so her back is tucked into the corner of his arm, one of her arms gently draped on top of his leg as her empty fingers trace invisible letters and symbols on his knee. ]

Oh, shit, I know what this reminds me of. Die Hard. [ even though this thing is only loosely following some sense of plot. ] You ever heard the debate about how some folks think it’s a Christmas movie?

Yeah, I mean. It takes place at Christmas, right? [ He waves vaguely at the screen with his beer bottle, falling back into an argument that's been going on between himself and Abe since the movie's release. ] It's a Christmas movie.

[ As exciting as the movie already seems, especially given the director's apparent love of both explosions and gratuitous semi-nudity, the way Harley's curled up against him proves to be far more interesting. He finds his gaze wandering from the screen to where her hand wanders idly over his leg, delicate and pale against his knee, sending tiny shivers through him as she draws on his skin. ]

I, uh -- have you ever done anything like that? [ He gestures at the TV in an effort to drag his attention away from the reaction her touch is getting from his body, watching their heroine perform some very impressive stunts as she takes down some brawny guys who crumple like paper the moment she gets close. ]

[ she considers that assessment with a slow tilt of her head, fingers stilling against the inside of his knee closer to his thigh. ] Yeah, that makes sense. Couldn’t even tell ya the last time I saw that one, but that’s a good pick if you wanna watch things go boom.

[ this flick, the name of which she’d forgotten almost as soon as they’d hit play, seems to be focused on showing as much skin as it does action scenes, and she takes another sip of beer before leaning forward to fish a handful of snack popcorn out of an open bag. ]

Wha, thaa? [ she’s more than willing to talk with her mouth full, but she chews a few times before pointing to the screen. ] Totally. S’all about usin’ their strength against them, especially if you have to fight dudes that are like twice your size. You wear ‘em down and then take ‘em out.

[ Hellboy grunts thoughtfully at that. It doesn't sound much different from what he tries to do, though the times that he's fighting guys twice his size often means fewer backflips and more indiscriminate destruction of nearby buildings. He drinks more of his beer as he considers the problem and the mental image of Harley performing the tricks onscreen. ]

I usually just hit them until they stop moving. [ He lifts his right hand a little, stone grating against stone, to demonstrate why that might work so effectively. ] Pretty sure you could run rings around me if we ever get into it. [ He doesn't sound particularly displeased with that idea. ]

Well, yeah, that'd do it. [ she chuckles, tossing one kernel of popcorn up into the air and unsuccessfully trying to catch it with her mouth; it bounces off her chin and then lands somewhere she isn't tracking, because she's aiming a sidelong look in his direction. ]

What, you sayin' you wanna take me on sometime? [ based on her tone, she doesn't seem against it, switching her beer to her far hand as she uses the other to playfully prod fingers against his chest. ] You're solid, though. Betcha could keep me from squirmin' around too much and then, y'know, if I got pinned...

[ her gaze trails up to his face and her lips part for a toothy grin. ] Game over.

[ Swapping his beer to his right, Hellboy reaches up to capture that hand as she trails it over him. He rubs his thumb over her palm as he meets her eyes and bright smile, his craggy features softened a little by an air of playful curiosity. ]

Yeah? [ He lifts her fingertips to his mouth, kissing them gently, tasting artificial popcorn butter and the cool side of the beer bottle. ] You'd give up that easy?

[ it's almost unfair that he can do that, she thinks, manage to make her consciousness screech to a stop when he reaches down to snag her hand in his, and her gaze is helpless to follow it up to his mouth, feeling the warm press of it. suddenly, she's never been more aware of how her fingers feel than when he's kissing them. ]

N-no. [ the declaration leaves her more hushed than she plans on, and her smile is already twitching wider, but she doesn't yank her hand free, doesn't do anything to worm out of his grasp. ] I'd still have one or two ideas left in my back pocket for findin' a way back on top. The trick... is waitin' until you think he's startin' to let his guard down, and then —

[ she springs forward, sprawling herself into his lap with a laugh — but once she's there, she just situates herself comfortably across his thighs, leaning into the strength of his chest. ] Sneak attack.

Hey! [ The sneak attack surprises him pretty effectively, though he manages to keep from spilling his beer and his exclamation is more out of habit than anything else. He's definitely grinning by the time she crawls up onto his lap, wrapping his left arm around her to make sure she can't wriggle away, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head. ]

Yeah, okay, I think that'd work pretty well. [ Shifting slightly to give her a comfortable seat, he rubs his big left hand over her stomach, reaching around and leaning over a little to set his drink on the coffee table before leaning back into the sofa again.

Once settled, he lets his touch start to drift down a little. ] Comfortable?

[ the movie’s half-forgotten as she snuggles into his chest with a giggle, tucking her head beneath his chin and then sighing when she feels the weight of his kiss pressed to the top of her head. she somehow hasn’t managed to spill her beer, although it’s mostly empty by the time she’d scrabbled into his lap. ]

Uh huh. [ she doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her feel impossibly tiny but safe too, like she could just curl up here and sit all night long, and she shifts her weight so that she’s reclining back into his body, her head tipped back to rest on his shoulder and her hand dropping to his arm as it settles across her belly. ]

Y’know, I think I like this a little more than fightin’. [ her fingers strafe over the back of his hand, skimming light and repetitive, and she turns her head so her cheek nudges into his jaw. ] Us bein’ friendly.

[ It's a good job the movie doesn't have anything like a real plot because he's definitely lost the thread of whatever's going on onscreen amid the explosions and the gun fights. Most of his attention is on the warm weight of Harley settling in his lap, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing underneath his arm and the way they fit together.

He rests his cheek against her head and strokes her gently, his fingertips finding the hem of her top and the smooth skin underneath, skimming the waistband of her shorts. ]

Yeah, I like that too. [ His voice is low and soft, the admission easy. ]

[ as far as she can tell there’s no real plot to this thing, and this is coming from a woman who can’t ever tell a story in sequential order. but she’s comfy right where she’s at, finishing the last of her beer with an idle swig and leaning forward to set the empty bottle down before resuming her original seat in the cradle of his body. ]

There. [ and she’s not even going to do anything to pull away, not even extricate herself to order pizza yet — although she thinks they might do plenty to work up an appetite eventually.

and then she squirms on him, shrinking from his stroking fingers across her abdomen with a chuckle in her throat, finally offering that explanation as she tips her head back and looks at him from a slanted angle. ] Tickles.

[ Hellboy's already sure he could stay here for a long time indeed, even without the beer and the snacks, just enjoying Harley cuddled up to him. He hitches up a private smile to himself when she settles herself down, though the movements of her ass and thighs in his lap are having a very predictable effect that's not at all soft.

When she squirms away from his touch he raises his eyebrows a little and glances down at her, his grin returning at her explanation. Though he's more than twice her age, his years on Earth have little to do with anything besides how long he's been around, and in many ways he's still young at heart. Young enough to enjoy tickling a girl he likes just to hear her laugh. ]

Yeah? [ He wriggles his fingers again. ] Should I go higher? Or lower?

[ it’s a sign that she’s even this comfortable to begin with that she’s letting him learn where she’s ticklish, because that’s a vulnerability that not everyone gets to see from her, a weakness she doesn’t want just anyone in possession of.

but she isn’t convinced he’ll exploit it or do anything beyond tease her a little here, even if she does wriggle against him slightly harder when he moves his fingers against her. ] Well, pick one, if you’re gonna.

[ she lifts her arms to twine them up around him, arching her shoulders to make it possible, a small sigh working its way up from her in that lazy stretch. ] There’s no wrong direction, really.

[ The way she lifts her arms back up around him puts her curves at an advantage, enticingly, and maybe that's what she wants but Hellboy's already made up his mind about where he wants to take this. He dips his hand down to deftly work the fly of her shorts, experience and a decent amount of muscle memory making it easy, then pushes his hand down into the tight space between fabric and skin.

As he does so he ducks his head a little to nuzzle the side of her neck, the movie pretty much forgotten. ]

How's this?

[ if he wants her to essentially melt against him, taking a breath that draws her stomach in slightly as his hand shoves down the front of her shorts, he's on exactly the right track; she doesn't have any hesitation in giving voice to the slightest, softest sound when he touches her, and it won't take very long at all for her to respond to that hand there. ]

That's... that's nice.

[ her head is a lolling weight too, readily shifting to one side when he presses his nose to the side of her neck, and she lifts her own hand to strafe fingers along his face, another hum in her throat. it feels like they're two horny teenagers sneaking this from mom and dad right upstairs and she can't let on to the fact that her boyfriend's got his hand down her pants. ]

Way more interesting than that flick we picked.

[ Hellboy never got to be a horny teenager in any way besides the very literal use of the word, the couple of years which could be called that passing too fast and on a military base besides, where the only people permitted to know about him were adult agents and staff with their own lives, who mostly avoided the gawky half-demon. But now he gets some of the sense of it, getting away with something naughty, even though there's nobody there who would really stop them.

He smiles against the side of her head, taking a breath in the warm space behind her ear, her hair tickling his face as her fingertips stroke his bristly cheek. There's not much room between her shorts and her underwear, his hand's really too big for this, but that's not going to stop him. He parts her soft folds with his fingertips, stroking gently downwards, making a low noise at the feeling of her heat against his skin. ]

Mm. Keep watching the movie. Lemme know what happens.

So you're sayin' I should — oh, that's just mean. [ she honestly won't care if he tests the strength of the stitching on these shorts by shoving his big hand underneath them, because the denim almost traps his touch against her regardless, keeps that warm cupping palm and exploring fingers from being able to drift around too much, and one stroke sends her curving back into him with a quiet sigh on her lips, dropping her hand down to rest on his forearm while he rubs between her thighs. ]

You know there's not even gonna be much of a plot. Barely anythin' for me — [ her breath hitches when his fingers brush over her clit, but she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed about how wet she is already, how much more he's building her up just with this, turning to nudge her forehead against his jaw. ] — to recap.

[ but she's not being that loud, really, keeping her sounds to a minimum, soft little whimpers that emerge every now and then; the most obvious reaction is how her breath quickens, how her fingers clutch onto his arm a little harder. ]

[ He's content to tease her a little, enjoying and awed by the trust she has in him, so willing to fold herself into his lap and arch into his hand. Each moment they have together feels like he's learning something new about her, even if it's just the slightest change in tone to her sighs when he strokes a fingertip over her clit. ]

Mm. Still. Wouldn't wanna miss anything.

[ He turns his head to kiss the top of her head, keeping his mouth there, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as he starts to rub up and down over her cunt, spreading that slick wetness over her, the tightness of her shorts around his hand almost making it better, the constriction of her clothing making it feel somehow daring and risky. It's a strange thing to be turned on by, given their history of doing far filthier things in far more public places, but it's working on him nonetheless, his cock growing hard under the tiny movements of her shifting over his thighs. ]

[ she likes how small she feels, how all-encompassed; he’s so big in comparison that her feet don’t even touch the ground when she’s in his lap like this, dangling in the air by a good number of inches, which means she can only get so much leverage when she needs it and right now she’s more dependent on him to control the pace and pressure of his hand between her legs, straining the fabric over her skin when he starts to rub between her outer lips. ]

God, babe — [ her head lolls against his chest and she’s like a squirming, restless girl who can’t sit still, digging her nails into his arm before she smooths out her grip again. the sound of the movie blaring from the speakers isn’t deafeningly loud, but she is whispering to him beneath it, more of that sneaking act like she needs to make sure they’re not overheard. ] That’s it, touch me like that. You feel how wet I am for you?

[ of course it’s not going to escape her notice that he’s reacting to her either; how could it, when he’s big enough for her to distinguish even the slightest swell of his cock through his shorts, feel that length nudging the curve of her ass? maybe she’s retaliating a little when she purposefully rocks her hips back against him, but only because she likes knowing he’s starting to get turned on too. ] What if we had to do it slow just like this? All quiet while I’ve got your dick in me?

[ She doesn't have to wriggle around very much to have that effect on him, not when she's planted right there in his lap, entirely at his mercy. He lets out a short breath as she softly describes that fantasy, his imagination picking up the rest, negotiating those delicious lines of tension and need and propriety. ]

Yeah. Yeah. [ He breathes the words beside her ear, his fingertips finding her clit and drawing circles around it, the movements stiff and constricted by the space he's got in her shorts and not really all that slow. ] Pretty sure I could lose it without even moving like that. Think you can stay quiet?

Maaaaybe. [ she hums once, light, like a sigh, drawing in a breath and then a slightly shakier one; her head drifts against his shoulder and she spots the edge of a blanket peeking out where it's been stuffed into the opposite corner of the couch. ] Wait, here.

[ she reaches out for it, only having to strain a little for her fingers to grip a corner and tug, but then she's spreading it out across their laps, shielding everything they're doing from pretend view. but that's not the end of her plan; she braces herself to his chest and lifts her hips up while she thumbs her shorts down, shucking them past her knees until they slip down her calves and hit the floor. now he's only got her panties to contend with, fabric already damp as his knuckles stretch it, but she can spread her legs wider now beneath that blanket cover. ] Mmm, but I might have a little trouble not makin' a peep. You're gonna have to — [ she swivels back to look at him, delivering a peck to his jawline. ] — keep my mouth busy.

[ There's nothing about the plan that unfolds around and on top of him that Hellboy doesn't like. He feels the corner of his mouth hitch up when he realises what she's doing, letting her go with a little reluctance so she can lift and shimmy herself out of her shorts before settling back down in his lap like they're the picture of innocence.

He lifts his eyebrows a little at her proposal like he's thinking about it, letting his hand slip back down between her thighs under the blanket and the thin wet fabric of her underwear. Finding her wet and spread out for him is enough to send a spike of desire arrowing down into his dick no matter how many times it happens. ]

Yeah? [ He doesn't need to be told twice, ducking his head a little to meet the mouth in question with his as he slides two fingers up and down over her clit, a little faster and harder now that he has more room to move, almost boyishly eager to see how quickly he can wind her up to the point of no return. ]

[ it's almost a shame there's really no one else in this room — well, no one else but bruce, but the hyena in question, having finished his efforts on his gifted bone, is now passed out in his designated chair, oblivious to anything that might be happening on the couch nearby.

but subtlety is the name of the game they've decided to play, as she arranges herself so that her legs are spread wider, thighs draped across the both of his with his knees keeping hers open; beneath the blanket, there's plenty of suggestive motion happening to make it obvious what's going on but his mouth seals over hers and manages to at least partly stifle the whimpers he's eliciting when his fingers start to move faster, more definitively.

trying to stay quiet means she can pick up on other things, including the sound of slickness as he rubs over sensitive flesh, and she's kissing him deeply now, parting her lips for her tongue to stroke over his, tasting beer and popcorn salt. ] Mmmph — oh, Red, oh — [ the movie's long forgotten now, and he can probably tell he's winding her up plenty from the way she starts to breathe harder, tensing in his lap when that coil of heat inside her starts to wind tighter and tighter. ]

[ He leans into that kiss, sliding his tongue against hers and relishing the feel of her desperate panting breaths against his cheek, the wet rhythm of her cunt and the way she breathes his nickname, a plea or a warning, either way he's never heard it sound so good.

It's a little tempting to slow down again, to see how long he can drag her out along this edge and really get her going before he finally lets her find release, but there's a greediness to it too, a desire to make her come hard and fast, to surprise her with how much pleasure he can give -- for the first time at least.

So when she starts tensing up, he goes with her, almost pushing her back down again when her hips rise, the noise of his hand working over her becoming louder as he speeds up. ]

Good girl. [ He almost hums the words against her mouth, an edge of amusement as well as fondness, knowing by now how much she likes hearing that kind of praise, and how much he enjoys giving it to her. ]

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