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Harry and Alice - Backdated to Saturday
Harry and Alice take a break from all the sex to go have dinner, and then another break when they belatedly hear about Pietro's outing.
Alice had felt a little silly, leaving the school for a weekend in the City with a small suitcase. But she didn't know what they were going to do, and despite the fact that most of her was definitely hoping it wouldn't involve that many clothes, she wanted to have at least three outfits, depending on what they felt like. Casual, a fancy night out, and something in between.
She'd been really happy about that when he'd offered to take her to a restaurant she definitely wanted to dress up for. She'd been dying for an opportunity to wear the open-backed mini-dress with cutouts down the front, one of many she could never have pulled off in her original body. A few bracelets and rings, and the black highlights in her hair, served to give it a more rock'n'roll feel than it otherwise would have had - not to mention, of course, the boots Harry had loved so much last time she'd worn them around him. Definitely any chance to wear these babies, and if it meant she was playing dirty... yeah, she was fine with that. His own outfit was definitely not playing fair, given what the pants did to his hips. And that jacket...
All in all, it was a small miracle they'd made it to dessert at Daniel, but the place, and the food, were worth it. The other miracle was what was in her plate, the Warm Guanaja Chocolate Coulant. The caramel saltiness was just to die for, honestly, and the only way this could've been better was if she'd been eating it off of Harry's chest.
Which was exactly what she'd just told him, silver eyes sparkling happily - and hopefully very promisingly - from across the table.
"The dress was unfair," Harry said in reply, looking very much like he'd rather leap across the table to eat her her for dessert. He supposed it was good policy to get out of the room for a meal--they were both more-than-capable of a marathon weekend like this one, but it didn't mean they couldn't benefit from a little bit of public flirtation thrown in to up the tension. But it was driving him even madder now that they'd screwed than it had done before he'd so much as kissed her. Which was saying a lot. "The boots were cruel.
"But that, Alice, is just evil." He grinned. "Maybe we should get some to take back to the room..."
"Like I'd ever say no to that," Alice retorted with an absolutely unrepentant smile. "But let me finish enjoying this one first." Hell no she wasn't going to cut this short. As proved by their entire... acquaintance, that was a wonderfully neutral word for it, anticipation really did things for her. "Promise I'll make it up to you," she added, shifting a booted foot forward under the table to rest it against his. Promise.
Harry sighed with overblown helplessness. "I really thought that skirt you wore to class on Thursday was torture." Hence the text messages about it. Hence her replies. Hence the closet in the music room... next up, grand piano. "But this is extreme.
"Who knew I had a little bit of the masochist in me." It wasn't even a question, though.
It really wasn't, as far as Alice was concerned, and she smiled again, broke another small bit off of the coulant, then held her spoon out to him, elbow halfway across the table (which, of course, meant that she was leaning forward, and the cutouts in her dress had to give him an even better view). "Come on. Enjoy the present, right?"
He licked at the bottom of the spoon quickly once, smirked, then took the bite and hummed, "Mmm..." He turned his foot slightly to rub against her calf through those sinful boots.
How could she not think of his mouth on her when he did something like that? Alice was pretty sure it was impossible, and she leaned her leg into the stroke of his foot, smiling and feeling far too warm, especially considering how little she was actually wearing. "Good?" she asked as she pulled her hand back, although she wasn't really talking about the coulant.
"Is it too much if I say something like, 'Probably even the best?'." He licked his lips.
Of course he did. Of course. Alice breathed in deep, savoring the way the arousal laced through her lungs in the best of ways. "I think I've long since proved I like it when you say things that are too much," she replied, doing nothing to keep the way he was affecting her from her gaze.
The really sad thing about these boots was that you couldn't slip them off to play footie under the table. But it was their only flaw, really.
"Possibly because we appear to have similar definitions of 'too much'. Impossible ones." Harry smirked and stole another bite with his own spoon. "Thanks for spending the weekend mostly naked with me, Alice. And for coming out to dinner, I guess, but the clothes put a damper on it in some ways."
Alice smirked; she couldn't, or wouldn't want to, help it. "My pleasure." Partly literally. She nudged her foot against his under the table, gathering another small bite of cake and caramel sauce onto her spoon. "I could be convinced to have all of our remaining meals naked, before we head back to school." And now that she'd put the image in her own mind, to eat part of them off of him.
"Remember that thing I said about throwing you over my shoulder? That's like two seconds from becoming a reality." Harry laughed silently, nudging back with his foot again.
Alice tsked playfully. "Not in public, Harry." She closed her lips around her spoon for the last bite of her dessert, then pulled it slowly out, watching him with bright eyes. Worth. Every. Bite, that thing was, and getting to use it as foreplay of sorts... even more worth it.
His gaze was utterly fixed to her mouth, of course, until the spoon abandoned it entirely. Then, finally, Harry looked up and met her fascinating silver eyes again... and smirked some more, still. Obviously. "Some things are fun in public, though. Maybe not that thing, all right, I'll give you that, but..."
"I'd go down on you right now, if I thought we could get away with it," Alice agreed, smiling brightly at the thought. Of course, there was absolutely no way they could get away with it here and now, but it didn't take anything away from the image.
Harry sighed. "Fuck, that would be so amazing. I can't even think of a comeback. Too excited. Good god, woman."
Alice chuckled delightedly. "And my job here is done." Usually it took actually screwing to make him unable to think of a comeback; she was getting better. "Wanna get out of here?" she asked, pulling her leg back. Now she had every intention of going down on him in the limo, and the sooner the better.
"Yes." Harry shifted in his seat and grimaced. Right so... not walking anywhere just then. He laughed and cleared his throat. "Just, uh, gimme a minute."
"I'll give you five. Be right back," she told him, fond amusement very clear in her eyes.
She didn't really need to go to the bathroom, but fixing up her make-up if it needed it wouldn't hurt. Mostly, she just wanted him to watch her walk away, short dress, boots and all.
Seriously, they couldn't be in that limo soon enough.
* * *
Way, way later in the night, Harry swung by the phone on his way back from the bathroom--thinking it was time for a nightcap--but heard the word 'mutant' on TV in the bedroom. He poked his head in. "More on the GDA?"
Alice had just wanted to see if she could find anything on that, yes, but instead... "Not exactly," she answered without looking away from the screen. She was still in bed, a sheet wrapped around her, and clearly more focused on the news than anything on the GDA would warrant. "Pietro - he saved a kid. There's footage."
Room service forgotten for the moment, Harry crawled back onto the bed to settle beside her. He had on boxer-briefs, which was about as dressed as he'd cared to be since their arrival. "And precisely no one is surprised that if he was going to go public, he'd do it with a splash..."
Alice smiled and leaned slightly against Harry, thankful for his presence - and his habit of making light jokes out of absolutely everything. Best way to deal with anything, if you asked her - and it was much better than hearing about this on her own, or worse yet, at school. Being away from everybody's reactions worked just fine for her. "Response seems positive - obviously," she added. He'd saved a freakin' kid.
"I'm sure if we turn it to Fox News, he'll be accused of kidnapping," Harry said, shifting to put an arm over her shoulders and watching the news intently. She was right, though. "Well-timed. A little positive publicity in the wake of the GDA vote--not even X-statiX could've engineered that."
"God, Lydia's day must've been crazy," Alice stated. She leaned against him a little more heavily before stretching away to grab her phone. Definitely texting her, and Pietro, even as she kept listening to the TV commentary.
"I should issue a statement--ostensibly unrelated, of course--from Oscorp Foundation tomorrow morning. Maybe we could name our mutant-scientist incentive or something..." Harry mused, making no move to do anything of the kind. He'd get to it, but frankly he was comfortable now.
And, all right, interested in what Alice's friends might have to say on this new development. The things you missed when you spent all day in bed or eating absurdly expensive food... or getting spectacularly blown in the back of a limo.
"On a Sunday?" Alice asked, somewhat distractedly, as she typed out a How tired are you feeling right now? to Lydia (which asked a lot more than that, of course, in context), and a You outdid yourself hon. to Pietro (which, being Pietro, he would know not to take anywhere near as flippantly as it sounded). She looked up from her phone and settled back against Harry, hooking a leg over his as one of her hands naturally came to rest on his hip because, well, touch. Always, all of it, thank you very much, even when most of her focus was back on the TV screen.
"I'm Harry freakin' Osborn, I can get a story rolling on a Sunday, nooooo problem. Hell, I'd love to get those old bastards out of bed early." He laughed and gave her a squeeze, then leaned back on both hands, crossing his legs at the ankle in front of him. "This accidental bastard got one rolling on a Saturday, after all. Oh, great, a panel of 'experts'..."
Alice laughed at the idea of any of them being an expert on, well, Pietro - even funnier than them being experts on mutants, let's be real. A couple of sociologists, a geneticist, whatever. "I wonder what their actual credentials are, when it comes to mutants," she stated under her breath, but listened as one of the sociologists started going on about 'the mutant agenda'. "Really."
Amazingly, it was Lydia who texted Alice back first, with: Speedsters are nothing but trouble, are they?
"My guess: trolling forums where people post Worthingdock fanfic," Harry said with a snort as the sociologist said something about emerging, shared cultural experience. "Or just total speculation, obviously. How the hell would they know anything about mutant shared experience--we keep them all a secret." He looked incredibly amused, though.
Part of Alice had been hoping - but not exactly expecting - that Lydia would be asleep after as long a day as this had undoubtedly been. Tough luck, obviously, and she smirked at her reply, then looked up at Harry when he spoke up. "He might just be talking about Jean-Paul's calendar," she remarked, looking at the guy and picturing him getting a kick out of the pin-up photos.
Why do we bother with them again, she texted back, still smiling in amusement. And then, Let me know when you want to go have a drink and not talk about PR.
"A cultural experience to be proud of," Harry admitted with a grin, reaching out for a bottle of water on the table nearby. "Even if its coming-out party was slightly overshadowed by crazies. Good spin on that, though."
ASAP, Lydia typed back. Until then, enjoy the boy-toy.
Almost simultaneously, Alice's phone lit up with a message from Pietro, too: So NOT how I imagined this going. Good news is Wanda has not killed me yet!!!!
"It was the week for speedsters," Alice confirmed with an amused purse of her lips, and quickly typed a Will do. And then some. to Lydia, before holding out her hand for the water. Yeah, everything they'd been getting up to was definitely thirsty-making.
A couple long drinks later, she turned back to her phone and smirked in amusement when she finally read Pietro's reply. Yet. Try and survive the weekend. Lmk if you need me! <3 She put her phone down and leaned back on her elbows, watching Harry and listening to the running commentary.
Boy-toy. Completely appropriate, and yet really not.
"We're at the beginning." Harry said, the so-called experts' chatter fading into nothing much on the screen, for him. He was already thinking of all the things he could do, once he had Oscorp more firmly in his grasp.
He wasn't sure if he wanted Norman to die right now, or hang on for a year or two, sometimes, just for the sake of how easy it'd be to grapple with the board--and Menken and Ratha--for control. "I'm impressed with how much and how well our own have already taken control of the situation--as much as they could.
"But I have to wonder how long this secret solidarity can last."
Not all of it was that secret - X-statiX wasn't - but Alice could see his point. She couldn't help a small smile - so much more than a boy toy - and tilted her head to the side slightly. "Well, we're still a relatively small community. And there's already been some pretty harsh divergence of opinions. If we keep expanding at the same rate, we'll be more than numerous enough to blow all chances of solidarity out of the water in a couple of years at best."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, scooting back up to settle against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankle. "And the more public our sense of community goes, the bigger a target it is to people on the outside, too. Divide and conquer: the straight, rich, white, cis man's motto."
Alice grimaced at that, and just rolled onto her side so she could lay a hand on his leg, her face back to the screen for now. "Yeah." It didn't exactly make her want to stick around, or at least not believing in that community of theirs. But at least she had a pretty obvious exit strategy, if she ever needed it; she just hoped she'd never have to resort to it.
She listened to one of the sociologists drone on about shit they knew nothing about, then rolled her eyes and reached for the remote. "Okay, this is way too much bullshit for a weekend of sex, good alcohol, and better food."
"Well, there are shows about how to fry a turkey on Food Network all month long, Which is--gross. Who fries a turkey?" Harry wrinkled up his nose. "Check HBO or something?"
Alice chuckled at the fried turkey thing, but shook her head. "I was gonna go for -" and she turned off the TV, "actually. We don't really need the entertainment, do we."
Harry smirked. "I've mentioned how much I like the way your mind works, yes? Once or twice?"
"Once or twice," Alice echoed, smirking right back as she moved to straddle Harry's legs. Pietro didn't need her, or he would've said. (Besides, she was pretty sure he was in good hands. Hopefully literally, at some point; he was too much like her that sex wouldn't help him wind down.) So she felt free to go back to her own weekend plans, aka lots of screwing. "Feel free to mention it again, though," she kissed him, "and again," and again, "and again..." And again.
Harry hooked his arms beneath her legs and pulled her up until she was wrapped around him, all while progressively deepening the kiss. More and more, lips sliding, tongue flicking. Then he grinned and said, "I can do that."
Alice had felt a little silly, leaving the school for a weekend in the City with a small suitcase. But she didn't know what they were going to do, and despite the fact that most of her was definitely hoping it wouldn't involve that many clothes, she wanted to have at least three outfits, depending on what they felt like. Casual, a fancy night out, and something in between.
She'd been really happy about that when he'd offered to take her to a restaurant she definitely wanted to dress up for. She'd been dying for an opportunity to wear the open-backed mini-dress with cutouts down the front, one of many she could never have pulled off in her original body. A few bracelets and rings, and the black highlights in her hair, served to give it a more rock'n'roll feel than it otherwise would have had - not to mention, of course, the boots Harry had loved so much last time she'd worn them around him. Definitely any chance to wear these babies, and if it meant she was playing dirty... yeah, she was fine with that. His own outfit was definitely not playing fair, given what the pants did to his hips. And that jacket...
All in all, it was a small miracle they'd made it to dessert at Daniel, but the place, and the food, were worth it. The other miracle was what was in her plate, the Warm Guanaja Chocolate Coulant. The caramel saltiness was just to die for, honestly, and the only way this could've been better was if she'd been eating it off of Harry's chest.
Which was exactly what she'd just told him, silver eyes sparkling happily - and hopefully very promisingly - from across the table.
"The dress was unfair," Harry said in reply, looking very much like he'd rather leap across the table to eat her her for dessert. He supposed it was good policy to get out of the room for a meal--they were both more-than-capable of a marathon weekend like this one, but it didn't mean they couldn't benefit from a little bit of public flirtation thrown in to up the tension. But it was driving him even madder now that they'd screwed than it had done before he'd so much as kissed her. Which was saying a lot. "The boots were cruel.
"But that, Alice, is just evil." He grinned. "Maybe we should get some to take back to the room..."
"Like I'd ever say no to that," Alice retorted with an absolutely unrepentant smile. "But let me finish enjoying this one first." Hell no she wasn't going to cut this short. As proved by their entire... acquaintance, that was a wonderfully neutral word for it, anticipation really did things for her. "Promise I'll make it up to you," she added, shifting a booted foot forward under the table to rest it against his. Promise.
Harry sighed with overblown helplessness. "I really thought that skirt you wore to class on Thursday was torture." Hence the text messages about it. Hence her replies. Hence the closet in the music room... next up, grand piano. "But this is extreme.
"Who knew I had a little bit of the masochist in me." It wasn't even a question, though.
It really wasn't, as far as Alice was concerned, and she smiled again, broke another small bit off of the coulant, then held her spoon out to him, elbow halfway across the table (which, of course, meant that she was leaning forward, and the cutouts in her dress had to give him an even better view). "Come on. Enjoy the present, right?"
He licked at the bottom of the spoon quickly once, smirked, then took the bite and hummed, "Mmm..." He turned his foot slightly to rub against her calf through those sinful boots.
How could she not think of his mouth on her when he did something like that? Alice was pretty sure it was impossible, and she leaned her leg into the stroke of his foot, smiling and feeling far too warm, especially considering how little she was actually wearing. "Good?" she asked as she pulled her hand back, although she wasn't really talking about the coulant.
"Is it too much if I say something like, 'Probably even the best?'." He licked his lips.
Of course he did. Of course. Alice breathed in deep, savoring the way the arousal laced through her lungs in the best of ways. "I think I've long since proved I like it when you say things that are too much," she replied, doing nothing to keep the way he was affecting her from her gaze.
The really sad thing about these boots was that you couldn't slip them off to play footie under the table. But it was their only flaw, really.
"Possibly because we appear to have similar definitions of 'too much'. Impossible ones." Harry smirked and stole another bite with his own spoon. "Thanks for spending the weekend mostly naked with me, Alice. And for coming out to dinner, I guess, but the clothes put a damper on it in some ways."
Alice smirked; she couldn't, or wouldn't want to, help it. "My pleasure." Partly literally. She nudged her foot against his under the table, gathering another small bite of cake and caramel sauce onto her spoon. "I could be convinced to have all of our remaining meals naked, before we head back to school." And now that she'd put the image in her own mind, to eat part of them off of him.
"Remember that thing I said about throwing you over my shoulder? That's like two seconds from becoming a reality." Harry laughed silently, nudging back with his foot again.
Alice tsked playfully. "Not in public, Harry." She closed her lips around her spoon for the last bite of her dessert, then pulled it slowly out, watching him with bright eyes. Worth. Every. Bite, that thing was, and getting to use it as foreplay of sorts... even more worth it.
His gaze was utterly fixed to her mouth, of course, until the spoon abandoned it entirely. Then, finally, Harry looked up and met her fascinating silver eyes again... and smirked some more, still. Obviously. "Some things are fun in public, though. Maybe not that thing, all right, I'll give you that, but..."
"I'd go down on you right now, if I thought we could get away with it," Alice agreed, smiling brightly at the thought. Of course, there was absolutely no way they could get away with it here and now, but it didn't take anything away from the image.
Harry sighed. "Fuck, that would be so amazing. I can't even think of a comeback. Too excited. Good god, woman."
Alice chuckled delightedly. "And my job here is done." Usually it took actually screwing to make him unable to think of a comeback; she was getting better. "Wanna get out of here?" she asked, pulling her leg back. Now she had every intention of going down on him in the limo, and the sooner the better.
"Yes." Harry shifted in his seat and grimaced. Right so... not walking anywhere just then. He laughed and cleared his throat. "Just, uh, gimme a minute."
"I'll give you five. Be right back," she told him, fond amusement very clear in her eyes.
She didn't really need to go to the bathroom, but fixing up her make-up if it needed it wouldn't hurt. Mostly, she just wanted him to watch her walk away, short dress, boots and all.
Seriously, they couldn't be in that limo soon enough.
* * *
Way, way later in the night, Harry swung by the phone on his way back from the bathroom--thinking it was time for a nightcap--but heard the word 'mutant' on TV in the bedroom. He poked his head in. "More on the GDA?"
Alice had just wanted to see if she could find anything on that, yes, but instead... "Not exactly," she answered without looking away from the screen. She was still in bed, a sheet wrapped around her, and clearly more focused on the news than anything on the GDA would warrant. "Pietro - he saved a kid. There's footage."
Room service forgotten for the moment, Harry crawled back onto the bed to settle beside her. He had on boxer-briefs, which was about as dressed as he'd cared to be since their arrival. "And precisely no one is surprised that if he was going to go public, he'd do it with a splash..."
Alice smiled and leaned slightly against Harry, thankful for his presence - and his habit of making light jokes out of absolutely everything. Best way to deal with anything, if you asked her - and it was much better than hearing about this on her own, or worse yet, at school. Being away from everybody's reactions worked just fine for her. "Response seems positive - obviously," she added. He'd saved a freakin' kid.
"I'm sure if we turn it to Fox News, he'll be accused of kidnapping," Harry said, shifting to put an arm over her shoulders and watching the news intently. She was right, though. "Well-timed. A little positive publicity in the wake of the GDA vote--not even X-statiX could've engineered that."
"God, Lydia's day must've been crazy," Alice stated. She leaned against him a little more heavily before stretching away to grab her phone. Definitely texting her, and Pietro, even as she kept listening to the TV commentary.
"I should issue a statement--ostensibly unrelated, of course--from Oscorp Foundation tomorrow morning. Maybe we could name our mutant-scientist incentive or something..." Harry mused, making no move to do anything of the kind. He'd get to it, but frankly he was comfortable now.
And, all right, interested in what Alice's friends might have to say on this new development. The things you missed when you spent all day in bed or eating absurdly expensive food... or getting spectacularly blown in the back of a limo.
"On a Sunday?" Alice asked, somewhat distractedly, as she typed out a How tired are you feeling right now? to Lydia (which asked a lot more than that, of course, in context), and a You outdid yourself hon. to Pietro (which, being Pietro, he would know not to take anywhere near as flippantly as it sounded). She looked up from her phone and settled back against Harry, hooking a leg over his as one of her hands naturally came to rest on his hip because, well, touch. Always, all of it, thank you very much, even when most of her focus was back on the TV screen.
"I'm Harry freakin' Osborn, I can get a story rolling on a Sunday, nooooo problem. Hell, I'd love to get those old bastards out of bed early." He laughed and gave her a squeeze, then leaned back on both hands, crossing his legs at the ankle in front of him. "This accidental bastard got one rolling on a Saturday, after all. Oh, great, a panel of 'experts'..."
Alice laughed at the idea of any of them being an expert on, well, Pietro - even funnier than them being experts on mutants, let's be real. A couple of sociologists, a geneticist, whatever. "I wonder what their actual credentials are, when it comes to mutants," she stated under her breath, but listened as one of the sociologists started going on about 'the mutant agenda'. "Really."
Amazingly, it was Lydia who texted Alice back first, with: Speedsters are nothing but trouble, are they?
"My guess: trolling forums where people post Worthingdock fanfic," Harry said with a snort as the sociologist said something about emerging, shared cultural experience. "Or just total speculation, obviously. How the hell would they know anything about mutant shared experience--we keep them all a secret." He looked incredibly amused, though.
Part of Alice had been hoping - but not exactly expecting - that Lydia would be asleep after as long a day as this had undoubtedly been. Tough luck, obviously, and she smirked at her reply, then looked up at Harry when he spoke up. "He might just be talking about Jean-Paul's calendar," she remarked, looking at the guy and picturing him getting a kick out of the pin-up photos.
Why do we bother with them again, she texted back, still smiling in amusement. And then, Let me know when you want to go have a drink and not talk about PR.
"A cultural experience to be proud of," Harry admitted with a grin, reaching out for a bottle of water on the table nearby. "Even if its coming-out party was slightly overshadowed by crazies. Good spin on that, though."
ASAP, Lydia typed back. Until then, enjoy the boy-toy.
Almost simultaneously, Alice's phone lit up with a message from Pietro, too: So NOT how I imagined this going. Good news is Wanda has not killed me yet!!!!
"It was the week for speedsters," Alice confirmed with an amused purse of her lips, and quickly typed a Will do. And then some. to Lydia, before holding out her hand for the water. Yeah, everything they'd been getting up to was definitely thirsty-making.
A couple long drinks later, she turned back to her phone and smirked in amusement when she finally read Pietro's reply. Yet. Try and survive the weekend. Lmk if you need me! <3 She put her phone down and leaned back on her elbows, watching Harry and listening to the running commentary.
Boy-toy. Completely appropriate, and yet really not.
"We're at the beginning." Harry said, the so-called experts' chatter fading into nothing much on the screen, for him. He was already thinking of all the things he could do, once he had Oscorp more firmly in his grasp.
He wasn't sure if he wanted Norman to die right now, or hang on for a year or two, sometimes, just for the sake of how easy it'd be to grapple with the board--and Menken and Ratha--for control. "I'm impressed with how much and how well our own have already taken control of the situation--as much as they could.
"But I have to wonder how long this secret solidarity can last."
Not all of it was that secret - X-statiX wasn't - but Alice could see his point. She couldn't help a small smile - so much more than a boy toy - and tilted her head to the side slightly. "Well, we're still a relatively small community. And there's already been some pretty harsh divergence of opinions. If we keep expanding at the same rate, we'll be more than numerous enough to blow all chances of solidarity out of the water in a couple of years at best."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, scooting back up to settle against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankle. "And the more public our sense of community goes, the bigger a target it is to people on the outside, too. Divide and conquer: the straight, rich, white, cis man's motto."
Alice grimaced at that, and just rolled onto her side so she could lay a hand on his leg, her face back to the screen for now. "Yeah." It didn't exactly make her want to stick around, or at least not believing in that community of theirs. But at least she had a pretty obvious exit strategy, if she ever needed it; she just hoped she'd never have to resort to it.
She listened to one of the sociologists drone on about shit they knew nothing about, then rolled her eyes and reached for the remote. "Okay, this is way too much bullshit for a weekend of sex, good alcohol, and better food."
"Well, there are shows about how to fry a turkey on Food Network all month long, Which is--gross. Who fries a turkey?" Harry wrinkled up his nose. "Check HBO or something?"
Alice chuckled at the fried turkey thing, but shook her head. "I was gonna go for -" and she turned off the TV, "actually. We don't really need the entertainment, do we."
Harry smirked. "I've mentioned how much I like the way your mind works, yes? Once or twice?"
"Once or twice," Alice echoed, smirking right back as she moved to straddle Harry's legs. Pietro didn't need her, or he would've said. (Besides, she was pretty sure he was in good hands. Hopefully literally, at some point; he was too much like her that sex wouldn't help him wind down.) So she felt free to go back to her own weekend plans, aka lots of screwing. "Feel free to mention it again, though," she kissed him, "and again," and again, "and again..." And again.
Harry hooked his arms beneath her legs and pulled her up until she was wrapped around him, all while progressively deepening the kiss. More and more, lips sliding, tongue flicking. Then he grinned and said, "I can do that."