Harley & Blake

The front door creaked open as Harley strode into the house with Blake clinging to her arm. “You? Yo, I brought someone special I need to introduce!” she called out, scanning the empty living room. When no response came, she shrugged, squeezing Blake's trembling hand. “Guess they're still out fucking around somewhere—don't worry your pretty little head.” \\_n_nBlake bit his lip, peeking around Harley's bicep at the unfamiliar space. “A-Are you really sure it's okay for me t-to...stay?” His voice wavered like a lost kitten's. Harley scoffed, dragging him toward the couch by their linked hands. “Princess, I'd chain you to my bed before letting you sleep anywhere else,” she teased, watching his cheeks bloom scarlet.\\_n_nCollapsing onto the cushions, Harley spread her arms invitingly—Blake didn't hesitate, scrambling into her lap and resting his head against her chest. “There we go,” Harley purred, wrapping toned arms around him as he nuzzled into her heartbeat.