Sneaky Fluff | RP with sweetcandygirl

[blueberry_bamf]

[This is insane. He is not a teenager--not that he would have done this as a teenager. Or had a stable place to live as a teenager. But whatever; Kurt Wagner, you are behaving exactly like an adolescent boy-child, sneaking a girl into your room. And he can't bring himself to care. He grins over at Harley, offering her his hand.] Shall we, my lady? I can teleport us inside in a second... Or we can scale the walls to my window. Either way...

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[sweetcandygirl]

[Harley is dressed in appropriately suitable clothes for sneaking around. A comfortable pair of black leggings, a long black T-shirt that falls to her knees, and a pair of neon orange suspenders. Okay... maybe not everything is suitable for sneaking]

Ohhhh. I wanna scale the wall. [What? She is obviously going to go for the route with a little more danger]

[blueberry_bamf]

[Her outfit is only proof to Kurt that Harley looks amazing in anything and everything. He grins and nods, pointing to a third-story window.] Last one up there is a rotten egg! [With that he leaps up, sticking to the wall with ease. His mutations come in handy occasionally.]

[sweetcandygirl]

[Harley doesn't have a handy mutation that allows wall sticking. She quickly does the math in her head... before running towards the wall, and vaulting off it. Then as she did on their first date, she vaults and leaps higher and higher off the wall to reach the third-story window]

That is the best you can come up with?

[blueberry_bamf]

... [Kurt stares up at his date in awe. How does she keep getting more attractive? It should be mathematically impossible! He quickly follows her up, opening the window with a bemused smile.] Ja, ja. I am the rotten egg, mein Libe. Please, come in.

[Kurt's room is just as unique as the man himself. A lofted bed stands in one corner, accessible by a ladder built into the wall. Beneath the bed is his closet, filled with an assortment of colorful clothes collected over the years. The floor space is relatively clean, with just a large comfortable armchair tucked away in one corner-- because it's the ceiling and walls that are cluttered. A hammock hangs beneath a skylight for sun-soaked naps, almost obscured by the web of bars and rings that create an intricate space for someone of Kurt's unique build to take full advantage of. The walls are covered with shelves piled high with books and various odds and ends, as well as posters of all sorts, including one of the Incredible Nightcrawler himself. There's also a framed picture of Logan hanging next to the door, because of course there is. He leaps down to the bed, trusting Harley to follow.]

[sweetcandygirl]

[Harley takes a moment to study Kurt's room in awe. It is so cool that most of the clutter is on the ceiling and the walls. She takes a moment to check out some of the book titles. And she smiles at the Incredible Nightcrawler poster]

[She follows him to his bed, settling in with a smile]

Who is the eye candy by your door? A boyfriend?

[blueberry_bamf]

[Many of the books are either Biblical commentaries-- or books about pirates. There are classics mixed in there as well, including three separate copies of The Three Musketeers, all obviously heavily read and annotated. Kurt laughs at her question, tail flicking over to turn on the lights. His room is mostly illuminated by small lights scattered across the walls to resemble stars-- Kurt doesn't need the light to see in the dark, after all, but he likes the aesthetic.] A boyfriend! Ah, that is rich! No, that is my good friend Logan. For one of my birthdays he gave me a framed picture of himself as a prank; so I hung it up in a place of prominence in my room. You do not know how long it took me to get him to lighten up enough to begin making jokes like that!

[sweetcandygirl]

[Harley makes herself comfortable, laying close to him. One of her hands stroke up and down his arm. Her eyes brighten at the small lights that resemble stars. She has something similar at her place.]

One of those stick-in-the-mud types?

[blueberry_bamf]

One of those too-serious-for-his-own-good types. But I got him to loosen up. [Kurt stretches out beside her, chuckling.] I think it has done him good. [He loves it when she pets him like that. After all, he works hard to keep his fur velvet soft. He turns over to pull her close.] ...Can I ask you something, Liebchen?

Before, when we were exploring the factory... You spoke as if you had experienced the Joker Toxin first hand. Yet Henry tells me that it is lethal... always.

[sweetcandygirl]

Mmmmm I know one too many serious-for-his-own-good types.

[Harley reaches up to run a hand through hair when he pulls her close]

Not always.

Like I explained before... I thought that I could solve the mental mystery of the Joker. I served as a psychiatrist for a year in Arkham... working close to him. And he used all his knowledge of me to slowly seduce me.

Once I was so heads-over-heels in love with him, Joker used my position of power to stage a break-out. He asked me to go with him. I did.

He took me to one of his factories. Held a gun to my head. Asked me if I would die for him. I was so naïve... that I said I would. He handed me the gun and turned me to face the vats. He asked if I would live for him. I said I would.

I jumped... [Harley closes her eyes] I remember the chemicals taking over my body. My mind. Laughing myself to death.

Then waking up in his arms, still laughing.

[She holds up one of her arms] The Joker Toxin is why I am so pale. It changed me. It altered me. And I still live with the side effects of having it in my system to this day...

[blueberry_bamf]

[Kurt listens, his rage towards the Joker growing greater with every passing minute. When she holds up her arm, he catches her hand and draws it close to nuzzle at her palm.] ...I am sorry, Harley. I am sorry that such men exist in this world. I cannot even imagine what you went through...

[He kisses her fingers, her palm, her wrist, working his way slowly up her arm. It's the only way he can think of to convey how he's feeling-- protective and passionate all at once.] And I cannot imagine how you have managed to move past it...

[sweetcandygirl]

[She feels a tingle of excitement travel all the way down her arm, as he kisses her fingers, her palm, her wrist. She bites her lip to not gasp. There is a reason why she hides her excitement, and Kurt is about to learn why.]

I was trapped in my naïve delusions for a long time. Joker never cared for me. I was broken and beaten so many times. He actually tried to kill me... several times...

[She feels a wetness at her eyes] One of those times... I ended up in the care of Poison Ivy. Don't know if you heard of her. But Red... she saved my life. She gave me one of her special chemical treatments.

And it is because of her that I have most of my special abilities. The immunity to toxins and poisons. The enhanced agility. Enhanced strength. Healing factor.

We were good together. But I just kept going back... [Harley sighs] Until the last time. When he tried to kill me again.

I just... I had to break free. For me.

[blueberry_bamf]

...I will send Poison Ivy a thank-you gift at some point. [He says earnestly as his kisses reach her elbow before looking up to meet her gaze.] You are one of the strongest women I have ever known. To be able to get free of something like that-- I know it is not easy. I have only ever experienced a fraction of that sort of manipulation... [He pulls her close, wrapping his arms and tail around her. ] And pulling myself away only happened because of outside intervention. But you did it on your own, somehow.

[sweetcandygirl]

[Harley clings to him tightly. A weight feels like it has been lifted now he knows about her past. A little more about her darkness]

It was incredibly satisfying to beat the snot outta him before I left Gotham.

And until now... I sort of thought that I had to do everything on my own.

[blueberry_bamf]

I would have paid to see you do that. [Kurt can't help a proud little smile on her behalf.] But I probably should not be allowed anywhere near the Joker... I fear I will break the sixth commandment should we be allowed within five miles of one another.

You do not have to do everything on your own, if you do not want to. I am more than happy to share whatever burden you have. I cannot promise that I will always be able to offer more than emotional support, but whatever I can do, I will. [His smile turns flirty.] Even if it means becoming your fuzzy blue teddy bear to cuddle. I will just have to suffer through it.

[sweetcandygirl]

[Harley closes her eyes to remember her sketchy Bible studies from childhood] Um... I sort-a have broken that commandment more times than I would like to remember.

[Harley runs her hand down his chest] My own fuzzy blue teddy bear? Do you growl if I stroke your fur the right way?

[blueberry_bamf]

...I am not innocent of it either. [Kurt has spent his whole life fighting to not kill... Because he had to do it once. Even without his beliefs and core desire to preserve life, that incident alone had been traumatizing enough to turn him off the idea entirely... But that was a thought for another time. Harley was not the only one with darkness in her past.]

[What is more fun to talk about was being her teddy bear. He grins, raising an eyebrow.] There is even a spot where if you scratch it, my leg kicks.

[sweetcandygirl]

Yah? [Her fingers start to slide underneath his shirt] I wonder how long it will take for me to find that spot.

[blueberry_bamf]

[He really should stop her... But Kurt is a glutton for punishment, apparently. He shivers, that little ripple rolling down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail.] Not very long, if I had to guess... You are a very smart woman, after all.

[sweetcandygirl]

[She is very content to let her fingers explore the soft fur of his chest. To study every inch of the well-toned body]

Tell me why you choose to have lights mimicking stars in your bedroom? [Her voice is soft and alluring]

[blueberry_bamf]

Mmm... [Oh, he likes that... Likes that quite a bit.] When I was young, my older brother made up constellations for myself and my sister in the stars at night. Then, when I was older and afraid, I would look up at the stars and feel that, somehow, I was not alone. It gave me courage. Now when I look at the stars, I cannot help but be awed by their beauty. Since I do not need much light to see, I thought it might be nice to set up my room so that I could see the stars even when clouds cover the sky. [He's a hopeless romantic. Can she tell?]

[sweetcandygirl]

[He is playing with fire right now. He knows that right? And Harley is now using the guise of conversation to distract him enough to slip his shirt completely off him.]

I have fake stars in each of my apartments. [She has several hide-outs. Just in case she has to immediately leave one]

They remind me of how empowering one can be. Each of those tiny lights represents a sun so bright... so powerful... that it reaches our eyesight.

[blueberry_bamf]

Apartments? You have multiple? [Of course he's playing with fire--and really, he should stop this from going any further. But... just a few more minutes won't hurt, right? He flexes slightly for her, showing off just a bit.]

I remember the first time someone told me that looking at the night sky was like looking back in time. The light that reaches us is already so old that the star emitting it might not even exist any more...

[sweetcandygirl]

Apartments. Safehouses. Same thing. [Harley shrugs. She rests her head on his bare chest. And continues to stroke her hand up and down his chest. When he flexes for her, Harley smiles and runs her fingers over his flexed muscles]

I know a few people who are from other planets. I always wonder if the light from our own star is strong enough for them to see at night.

[blueberry_bamf]

[Oh, he likes that. She may or may not feel something like rumbling deep in his chest. If anyone accuses him of purring, he'll deny it forever.] You, too? I wonder the same thing... [Kurt's tail creeps up to wrap around her lower leg, squeezing gently.] I am sure it is.

[sweetcandygirl]

[The purring... er rumbling... is very soothing. Harley could almost let herself fall asleep right now. And actually have a good rest, instead of one filled with anxiety and bad memories]

[She smiles at the sensation of his tail wrapped around her lower leg]

I think it is part of my histrionic personality. To always want to be noticed. To feel unique. Needed.