[ As excited as Jesse is to be on a real date with Harley, something with flowers and chocolate and going out together and not just fucking, he's glad they're not sticking to some of the more traditional first-date conventions. Like not kissing until the very end. He thinks that might've felt fake with Harley, anyway. Waiting to kiss when they've done so much more together already.
But he keeps it pretty chaste, a sweet, soft press of his lips to hers instead of a full-on makeout session. There'll be plenty of time for that later. For now, Jesse pulls back after a moment, smiling down at Harley and then looking up as the lights start to dim and the screen flickers to life. ]
Oh shit, here we go.
[ He hadn't really known what to expect - the announcement hadn't said what movies were playing, just that it was a marathon. Jesse had been vaguely hoping for action, or maybe horror. He could see settling down for a slasher marathon, Harley screeching and burying her face in his chest as blood splattered onscreen and Jesse put a comforting arm around her...though knowing Harley, she'd probably be more likely to giggle and shout advice at the hapless victims than cower in fright.
But he'll have to wait to see. Because it's not action-packed adventure or horror that starts playing. It doesn't take too long to see which way the wind is blowing, and Jesse laughs in mingled delight and disbelief as the characters onscreen quickly lose both their clothes and their inhibitions. ]
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Date: 2022-07-03 07:01 am (UTC)But he keeps it pretty chaste, a sweet, soft press of his lips to hers instead of a full-on makeout session. There'll be plenty of time for that later. For now, Jesse pulls back after a moment, smiling down at Harley and then looking up as the lights start to dim and the screen flickers to life. ]
Oh shit, here we go.
[ He hadn't really known what to expect - the announcement hadn't said what movies were playing, just that it was a marathon. Jesse had been vaguely hoping for action, or maybe horror. He could see settling down for a slasher marathon, Harley screeching and burying her face in his chest as blood splattered onscreen and Jesse put a comforting arm around her...though knowing Harley, she'd probably be more likely to giggle and shout advice at the hapless victims than cower in fright.
But he'll have to wait to see. Because it's not action-packed adventure or horror that starts playing. It doesn't take too long to see which way the wind is blowing, and Jesse laughs in mingled delight and disbelief as the characters onscreen quickly lose both their clothes and their inhibitions. ]
Holy fuck, it's porn.