#332: Are you more childlike or childish? rp post for lolitapulido

[osborn_heir]

OOC: Backdated to the night they agreed to meet.There are days when Harry feels much older than twenty-six. He's currently juggling finals for his final semester of grad school, being a father to three kids, a husband to his wife, a volunteer at the clinic, preparing for medical school, and worrying about how Bruce will get out of prison. The

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[lolitapulido]

Talia just smiles, she waves for the check, and she keeps her other hand right where it is - if his whining repulsed her a little then his sweet little flush has the opposite effect. He's adorable, so sweet and earnest and wanting everything all at once.

"I'm aware - I hope you make the most of it, a partnership should be a powerful thing - it should give you strength you never knew you had."

She's not sure if Harry's marraige does that but it isn't her business. It's his problem.

"I'm not in the business of seducing men who don't wish to be seduced, Harry - It would be a waste of time and talent don't you think?"

Another smile.

"But you don't kiss like a man who is opposed to a little seduction."

[osborn_heir]

That's the rub right? Not literal, though there is a literal rub going on as well. It's a good thing he's not wearing the Gucci swag. Those pants would be damn tight right now

[lolitapulido]

She takes it, of course she does - and she leads him down to the marina where the boat is moored - the Sweet Sally. It's a little yacht, nothing fancy, not the sort of boat the Bruce Wayne's and the Harry Osborn's usually play in.

"Should we take her out?" She asks. "It's peaceful out there - you strike me as a man who needs some peace and some quiet."

[osborn_heir]

It's not the type of boat Harry owns at all, but he likes it. It's different. The way the restaurant was different. The way Talia is different.

For a moment he compares her to Max. Back when he left things behind for a little while, left Connor behind, and did his own version of running away. He found himself a museum thief to come with him, and in exchange for cash, she taught him to drive a motorcycle and what it was like to stay in places that didn't have five stars and room service.

Not the kind of adventures that Talia and Bruce were on, but Harry isn't anything like them. He's essentially still very sheltered from the world. He's not sure how much of his innocence remains, but he's not thinking about that right now.

"Yes, please. The city hasn't been peaceful in awhile." Maybe ever. He isn't sure. On the boat, he presses against her, cupping her face in his hands and leans in to properly kiss her. She tastes like good wine, coffee and sin. It's quite the combo. "You're so beautiful."

[lolitapulido]

Five Stars and Room Service - Talia isn't opposed to that in the slightest - she's had more than her fair share of luxury in her time. But the Sweet Sally suits her for now - and in a way she knew Bruce would like it, he's never been opposed to slumming it after all.

"Slow down, slow down."

She tells Harry.

"You kiss like a starving man - there's plenty of time."

She pulls away and leads him downstairs where she pours him a glass of wine before returning to the top to take the yacht out to the harbour. The weather is warming up, it's nice out here - and even so she misses fires and wild dogs and everything that came before. She misses home, she supposes. But home hasn't been the same for a long time now.

[osborn_heir]

He feels a bit like a starving man. Or maybe a dehydrated one. There's a smile though when she tells him to slow down. A slight duck of the head, a bit of color from a blush, but the cool breeze from the water seems to take the heat out of his cheeks. He follows where she leads, like the obedient puppy she thinks he is, and he accepts the wine.

Harry's never been a social drinker. He's also never used wine as his poison of choice. Scotch has been his favorite indulgence since he was very long and had to fake liking the taste of it. He doesn't have to fake liking the taste of wine though. This is very good.

He's sipping the wine when the boat begins to move, so he heads up to see where she's taking them. Gotham is definitely warming up. The only slight chill in the air is from the sea breeze, and it doesn't linger.

His eyes linger on her for a moment before he looks up to the sky, checking for the bat signal. Gotham's been more dangerous than usual lately. Harry's starting to wonder if Batman is sleeping on the job.

[lolitapulido]

Oh, fuck the Batman. The Batman is just the manifestation of Bruce's repressed.... no, not quite repressed... fantastical self. The self that can say and do the things that even Bruce at his most fantastical cannot.

She's so over the fucking Batman.

Her hand takes hold of her hair and she pulls him towards her with more than intent - it's a demand.

"Harry,"

She says.

"Just take your fucking clothes off."

And there it is. Dominant and without pretence or excuses. That is who she is.

[osborn_heir]

It's what he reacts best too. Dominance. Harry's instincts have always fallen on submission first. With age, experience and circumstance, he's discovered his more dominant side. He's slid into those roles with mostly ease. There's always stumbling blocks here and there, but he's handled those the best he can.

He's missed this. This ability to let it go, and let someone else take control when it comes to sex. Harry honestly hadn't realized just how much he missed it until he was looking at her with hunger and desire as his hands quickly went to work removing his clothes.

She's so fucking beautiful, and while he still is in awe she is older than Bruce, the way she handles herself says it's true even if her features scoff at it. That must be some family secret when it comes to preserving age and beauty. Harry's a little jealous.

Once his clothes are removed, he pulls her close and kisses her.

If you're going to hell, you may as well go down in flames.