#i can guarantee you that blamore's heart feels like its about to explode rn in this LOL though i mean that in a good way OFC

[lususnatura]

[ trace ] — sender traces up receiver’s stomach/chest

the storm had come out of nowhere that night, blamore thought, as there was a very low chance of it raining. but regardless of that fact — there he was with harley while they were out on a day trip he'd suggested they go on... a torrential downpour soon making it so that they couldn't return home because the roads they needed to take to get back to gotham were flooded. and this left blamore with virtually no choice but to get them a nearby hotel room to stay in as they were stuck in ocean city now. despite that, however, blamore tried not to fret about their situation.

though they were greeted by a rather interesting sight of there only being one bed in the room once they opened the door. the woman up front must've thought that they were a couple, or something, blamore had told harley at the time. so it resolved to share the bed with the other once the both of them were tired and did his best to just stay on his side of it. upon cracking its eyes open in the morning, blamore discovered that somehow, it had ended up in harley's arms and vice versa.

his breath hitched then but he noted that he didn't feel any signs of discomfort surface in him; all of the blood going to blamore's head instead. with a newfound dizzying feeling forming in its brain, all it could focus on was that harley looked really beautiful. the rays of sunlight streaming into the room did seem to be hitting her at just the right angle. blamore leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on her lips without thinking after, and this caused him to immediately want to apologize to harley. but the distinct sensation of a hand tracing up his chest made blamore realize that perhaps she actually liked the kiss.

tingles ran through its body as the bones within its ribcage were being touched by harley. as he swallowed thickly, the thumb of the hand he'd already used to cup her cheek when he kissed her gently caressing her skin, ❝ oh. i was about to say i'm sorry, but i don't think you'd be doing that if you hated the kiss. though correct me if i'm wrong, ❞ a chuckle slipped through his lips as the top of its cheeks were now ever-so-slightly rosy. ❝ would you... like for me to kiss you again, harley? ❞