Welcome to Gaia! ::

Harley paused a moment in thought, looking back at the other woman who was...still on top of her. It looked as though she had thought of something, but quickly dismissed it. "Well...aside from getting to relax a bit, not really anything. We just pulled a rather nice job, we should be set for a bit" she replied.

"Well..." Harley began, thinking. She wanted to tell the girl to leave earlier, didn't she? Why was she allowing her to just sit here and...talk.
What was the question about...? What she did for fun besides robbing, right?

......

Harley blushed a bit. Well, more than a bit, but it was rather short-lived. "Well...just about anything I guess. Play with my babies, Bud and Lou. Make up new little gags. Practice my flips. Watch T.V. Just....stuff." she replied.




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Meanwhile, someone was very stealthily hunting around the far doorway. Vice was back in the living room section of the home, hunting around on the ground for something with a scowl. How could he have lost that expensive gift he'd just swiped for Gossamer? Ghosted everything through the walls but that he guessed. He wasn't thinking about it when he came in. Where WAS it? It wasn't on the roof, was it? Or back in the bedroom?

"Well...I don't really get to get out of the Gotham area a lot." Harley replied. Suddenly she blushed as the other woman wrapped her arm around her. Her eyes met the other woman's and her blush darkened. Her heart began to speed up. Part of her wanted to push the woman away and show her her favorite little boxing-gun.

But...the other part of her....for some very, very strange reason...just wanted...to...

"I....um....." was all she could say.



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Meanwhile, Vice was still rooting around for the jewel. He tried retracing his steps at a slow pace, inching his way back towards the bedroom. Completely oblivious to what or who all was inside of course. He'd be moving much faster if he knew.

Oh HELL... Harley thought to herself as he heart began to race even harder.

This was...not right. On SO many levels. This woman just broke into her home, snuck past everyone, put her freaking claws in her face, pinned her on the bed, played twenty questions, has a job to kill Joker, and now she was...this....she should just flip off the bed and kick her in the face. Or....something. This was definitely not what she should be doing with someone that broke into her home and waltzed into her bedroom. Should not be doing.

....or thinking.

...or.....what was she thinking about? Being angry. But....well...maybe...
Joker was always so rough with her. Or he just ignored her completely.
It....might be nice if it actually felt like....

Hesitantly, Harley leaned forward and gave the stranger her reply.



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Vice, still oblivious to what he as causing, was growing frustrated. He huffed, spun around and plopped himself against the wall. Or...what he thought was the wall. He really wasn't paying attention.

The bedroom door 'THUMPED' as his back hit it, and he immediately jumped forward. He winced and looked back at the door, waiting to see if he'd just woken...oh, that was the clown chick's room. Oops.

Harley gave one of her little squeaks and leaned closer to Yuriko, pulling her close.



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Vice waited for another moment, then hesitantly walked over to the door. Was she still sleeping? Maybe she was. Good. That means... he thought to himself as he phased his upper half through the door.

.......oh....heeeeeellllllll.....

And just stood there for a long moment, thanking those of higher powers that he as already in ghost mode....and that he had such AWESOME powers that just...did their own thing.

Harley moaned and leaned deeper into the cyborg's kiss, curling one leg around the others and resting her hands on the shoulders under her. Any thought of being angry or wanting to toss the woman out the window were completely gone by this point. She just....for whatever reason....didn't care. At all.




Vice had ghosted himself the rest of the way into the room, and was staring wide-eyed at the pair. He licked his lips and absently glanced at the floor a few times. Diamond...diamond....needed to look for what he dropped. Needed to.....his eyes fell back onto the two women....then back onto the floor as he swallowed hard.
Oh damn...if he actually focused his powers, he could probably slip right in between them and neither of them would care.

....no. No, no, nonononono. Gossamer found out, she would kill him. Kill him dead. Like a...very...very dead thing.

.....shiiiiiiiiiitt....

Harley moaned again and began searching the front of the woman for the zipper she was talking about. When she found it, she gently and slowly began pulling it down.


Vice had forced himself to turn away and literally bend over to try and find the diamond. To his relief, he found it next to the door and quickly moved to grab it.

...then he heard the zipper. He put the knot of his finger in his mouth and bit down as he picked the diamond up and shoved it into his pocket. Rage, sloth, killing, gluttony, old socks, dead cats, no sex, noooooo sex. Nope. No, no. Not happening. No participating.

...watching never hurt anyithing though, right?