If she could tease Helen into chasing her down, she was defenitely able to coax her best friend to repeat a less drunken response to her.
What she did not expect was the intensity or the heat or the way her face flushed. She was playing, but she was also....she also felt something. Her body was pressed between the wall and Helen and her hands dug deeper into the woman's hair. Her mouth was pliable against Helen's, shifting to eagerly accept. Her eyes closed and she sank into the moment.
Yeah, thank god she was pressed against the ice wall, though they'd probably melt it with the heat that was being produced.
Winning the maze at breakfast speed totally took a backburner to initiating a confirmation of their in between awkward state of Friend and uh...Something more.
Harley was pretty sure they were now in the 'something more' category then friends.
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