fortydust // j. // brockhampton

𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔵

Harley pulled up to Joba's apartment complex feeling completely different than how she'd been the first time. Initially, she didn't want to think about what was to come but now...well that's all she could think about. But it also wasn't just the sex she was excitedly awaiting. It was the small, caring glances from Joba, making her feel like she was the only girl in the world. It was the soft caresses and affectionate kisses. And it was especially the fact that he'd asked her on a date. A real date at a restaurant. And after yesterday, a night full of passion and sexual tension, Harley was eager to get her hands on him.

Harley casually got out of her car, glancing down at the dress she was wearing. It was a pink and white criss-cross plaid pattern that hugged her every curve. She wasn't wearing a bra because of the spaghetti straps, heart-shaped neckline, and the way that the cups clung to her chest. It was one of her favorite dresses with the perfect mix of casual and sexy while still being elegantly formal. On her feet were plain white sneakers and her hair fell down at her shoulders, two white clips on each side of her hair.

After she'd been buzzed in, Darcey waved to her. "Every time you come in I get excited. I'm glad you both are hitting it off." This time Harley didn't deny it. "Yeah...yeah we are." Darcey's answering smile was blinding as she leaned in closer, her elbows on the desk. "So where are you guys going all dressed up like that?" "Some restaurant." Harley shrugged, trying to act casual.

"I hope it's fancy," She giggled a little, "I've always wanted to be taken somewhere really nice. With pretty lighting and a fancy menu." "We might be eating more casual." Harley rubbed the back of her neck. Wait, was she dressed too fancy? No. Her dress was for moments like these.

"I'm just getting ahead of myself, now." Darcey signed, leaning back in her seat. She self consciously tapped a stack of papers against her desk, seemingly needing to keep herself busy. "Don't worry about it," Harley turned around, ready to leave but then she thought better of herself, "I'll see you in a few." Darcey's face lit up again and then she waved eagerly. "I'll be waiting to see you beautiful kiddos together."

Harley eventually made it up to Joba's room and knocked zealously. At first no one answered and Harley shuffled uncomfortably. Joba had been pretty quick to answer the last few times so she wasn't used to waiting in the hallways.

Harley's hands were behind her back as she glanced around, taking in the white walls and similar brown doors surrounding her. "Hey sorry." Joba whipped open the door and she jumped back a little, startled. He was still fixing his hair, running a hand through the short strands in the front.

Joba was dressed in black pants, a black turtleneck, white socks, and black shoes. And he looked amazing. Her eyes roamed across him with an open mouth, practically entranced. When she looked up, his eyes were doing the same. "You-" They both began and then they stopped, laughing lightly. "You look-just gorgeous, Harley." "T-thank you." She stuttered slightly, not even recognizing her own voice.

"I'm serious." Joba was looking deeply into her eyes and she reached over slowly. Placing a soft hand onto the back of his neck, she pulled him in to place a tender kiss on his cheek. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her mouth and she pulled away to get a good look at his blushing face. "My handsome date tonight, huh?" "Just tonight? I was hoping we'd make this a more frequent thing." His tone was teasing but Harley knew the question held some true curiosity in it.

"If it goes well," Harley shrugged, "I might dislike some stuff about you." "Like what?" He raised an eyebrow. "Oh I don't know...you chew with your mouth open." "I don't." "You're rude to the waiter." "I'm too scared to ever be rude." Harley smiled in silent agreement. "You don't tip 20%." "I tip more than that." He blushed.