I carry all I need to grow inside - give me light, give me warmth
"From employer to prison warden, I like it," he laughs. It's not like he leaves the Halenani often anyway, ironically enough it would probably be not much of a difference from his daily life. Not that Harper minds; working at the Halenani has given his life much more purpose and direction. "Hey, just means the penises will be lovingly painted by your real family." Mischief alight in his eyes at the idea of showing up at Remi and Ronin's house, signs and paint cans in hand, asking them to drop their pants and put some dick prints to good use.
"Sounds like a great plan," he agrees, content to use the two at-odds companions as an alarm system of sorts. Harper would, at the very least, hover behind Phoebe's shoulder like an angry hawk if the man put his nose past the doorway again.
But for now, it's not something to worry about. Phoebe is tangled up in his arms in bed, relaxing after the events of the day. Harper doesn't want anything ruining that. His hands idly play with the silky material of her gown, knowing he'll abandon his shirt eventually when it's time to sleep but still holding back from promoting anything too sexual. It's their first day together, he's uncertain how quickly either of them intends to move. "You're welcome," he murmurs through his smile, practically beaming at the confirmation that he'd turned the day into such a success. Dropping a kiss to her halo of golden hair and pulling her closer, legs tangled. One hand resting on her outer thigh, thumb tracing the hem of her nightgown, incapable of ever staying completely still as his head tilts to lean against hers, eyes closing as he savors the moment.
"Sounds like a great plan," he agrees, content to use the two at-odds companions as an alarm system of sorts. Harper would, at the very least, hover behind Phoebe's shoulder like an angry hawk if the man put his nose past the doorway again.
But for now, it's not something to worry about. Phoebe is tangled up in his arms in bed, relaxing after the events of the day. Harper doesn't want anything ruining that. His hands idly play with the silky material of her gown, knowing he'll abandon his shirt eventually when it's time to sleep but still holding back from promoting anything too sexual. It's their first day together, he's uncertain how quickly either of them intends to move. "You're welcome," he murmurs through his smile, practically beaming at the confirmation that he'd turned the day into such a success. Dropping a kiss to her halo of golden hair and pulling her closer, legs tangled. One hand resting on her outer thigh, thumb tracing the hem of her nightgown, incapable of ever staying completely still as his head tilts to lean against hers, eyes closing as he savors the moment.
and watch me come alive
