♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
It had been a relatively long day for Owen. The two of them hadn’t been doing so well lately in terms of having enough, especially since Harley had been sick for nearly a month and only just recovered. As a result, he’d gone to find work on a temporary basis. While he’d been just fine at bagging groceries, it really wasn’t what he was used to doing, and he was more than relieved to go home at the end of the day.
Opening the door to their apartment, he closed the idea with a sigh, looking around the place. “Well, I survived working. You should thank me for making up for what your sorry ass hasn’t been able to do recently.”
At that moment, his petite roommate decided to show her face. Normally, Owen wouldn’t give a second thought to seeing Harley’s legs, but it was then that he noticed what she was wearing. “Stealing my clothes while I’m out, are you?” He folded his arms, though she made her way over to him, looking very pleased with herself.
"It’s just that you were working so hard today,” her tone was incredibly sarcastic, and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. “So I figured I’d lighten up your evening.”
Stepping forward, he reached down so that his hands went to her waist, bunching up the fabric of his shirt slightly. “I’ve seen worse things,” he conceded.
Rolling her eyes, she smiled at him, clearly not ready to give up on gaining the upper hand. “Did I remember to mention that your boxers were too big for me, so this is all I’m wearing?”
They would never admit they did it on their own time, even if they had ended up doing so enough times to deny the possibility. But this was different; this was very strategic.
Robbing a jewelry store was nowhere near as simple as stealing stuff from, say, a convenience shop. Still, they were determined, and had planned it out very thoroughly, including a large amount of research concerning the store’s security and employees.
When they walked in, they were laughing together about a rather inappropriate remark Owen had whispered, and it helped with their overall air of being a happy couple that couldn’t stand to be without one another for even a second. With their hands clasped together, they browsed the store a little bit before heading over to where the diamond necklaces were.
"Hello. May I help you two?"
Owen grinned enthusiastically at the woman behind the counter. “Yes, please. I was hoping to find something to give my fiancée here for her birthday. May we see what you have?”
As the woman nodded and bent down to open the case, Harley leaned up onto her toes and angled her mouth toward Owen’s ear, acting like an ever loving significant other, but in reality confirming the doors to the back rooms were exactly where they thought.
Jumping out of windows was never normally that bad of an idea for Owen. He didn’t like to do it, and it didn’t happen frequently, but in their attempts to escape, it had happened a few times.
This occasion, however, hadn’t ended so well. There had been a stupid planter hanging from the outside of the windowsill, and he’d caught his foot and fallen on his arm the wrong way.
Harley had already helped him push it back into place - a gross yet necessary endeavor. Now she was caring for the large cut that sliced up his forearm from how he’d scraped the edge of the box upon his decent.
It didn’t feel good, and he cringed as she rubbed it clean. “Growing weak on me?” she smirked up at him for only a second before looking back to what she was doing. Harley knew better than to try to multitask with something like this.
"Oh, shut up. Just because you’re unscathed, doesn’t mean you can pick on me."
"I can do whatever I want."
"Alright, Wolfie. Will you just fix me? You can be stubborn later."
She frowned dramatically. “You’re no fun.” Nonetheless, she continued to clean his cut until she figured it was in good enough condition to bandage. They were smart enough once upon a time to steal some useful things, like gauze and surgical tape. What smart meant was that when Harley had gouged herself, they’d been in dire need and so Owen had slipped some into his bag while at the pharmacy.
Soon, he was all bandaged. He continued to bleed, but they tried to act as if it wasn’t happening. “You’re alright sometimes, I guess,” he smiled, reaching out with his unharmed arm and pulling her to him before she could get up to put away any of the supplies.
"Going to thank me?" There was a smile on her lips that said she already knew the answer.
"Absolutely not." But even as he said it, he pulled her closer and gave her a kiss.
♤: Taking a bath together
The bathtub they had was old and crappy, with a shower head that made suspicious sounds every time they turned it on for even a few seconds. A lot of the time they would sneak into the nearby gym and choose to clean up there instead.
Feeling lazy after a long and rather successful week, Harley announced that she was going to take a bath. Not normally one for bathing or caring enough to tell him her plans, Owen recognized the point of her comment and nodded, telling her to go enjoy herself.
However, after the bathtub had finally been filled over much too long a period of time, he pulled his shirt over his head and wandered into the bathroom. Harley looked very content with herself, having even thrown in a few bubbles she’d found at the back of a Bed, Bath & Beyond too long ago that he couldn’t remember when it had happened.
Once he’d given his boxers a shove down, he stepped in and sat down facing her, laughing knowingly at how he was much too long for the thing. “If we ever eventually move, we’re going to need to find a place with a bathtub and a mattress that can accomodate all of this,” he gestured down his body and toward his legs. Of course, they didn’t have the money to buy a place, let alone one with such amenities, but it was still a nice thought.
She ended up splashing water over his legs since she insisted that was pretty much the same thing as him having them in the bath. He interrupted her by reaching into the water and grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward him with a smirk.
Their old record player was slowly dying, so they tried their best to make use of it while they could. Though Harley didn’t know why, she remembered that today was a particularly hard day for Owen each year. She knew better than to ask, because the first two times she did so, he snapped and insisted that he was ‘really fucking fine.’
In truth, it was the anniversary of his brother’s death, and it felt harder and harder to bear as each year worked its way past. The whole week was a time of general moodiness for the young man, and he tended to do nothing more than lazy around the abandoned apartment and slip off to places only he knew.
It was while he was laying on their mattress and staring up at the ceiling, doing absolutely nothing of note, that she finally walked over and told him ‘go get his lazy ass up.’
His response was reluctant, but he finally did so. When she reached out her hand, he looked at her in confusion, the fact that she had started playing a record only beginning to register in his mind. With a sigh and no enthusiasm whatsoever, he took her hand with his own and stepped in closer.
Despite how he bent down, they were still rather far away, and so she just wrapped her arms around his middle to remedy the situation. It evoked the faintest of pleasant looks in his eyes, though still he didn’t smile. Reaching down, he drew her two him, placing one hand on her back, and the other around her shoulders. Though they stepped around, swaying slowly, he wasn’t paying attention to anything but how warm she felt against him, the faint pattern of her breathing beneath his grasp.
Even as the music faded, they continued to circle around, not ready to let one another go.
