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Carrie watches the door fall shut with amusement. Girl can't leave off the antics. She gives Harley a minute.
Thirty seconds in, the door cracks open and Carrie is yanked inside. There's a weight against her buttocks and front; Harley's on her knees, arms wrapped around Carrie's waist, and burrowing her face into the sliver of skin beneath her top.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," the girl babbles, pressing kisses up Carrie's navel, "your brownies are the most delicious things on the planet."
Carrie smiles and pats Harley's knotted hair. "It's fine. I like the excuse for baking, you know."
Aghast, Harley peeks up at her, face half-buried beneath Carrie's top. "Why'd you need an excuse?! Bring your goods to me if you don't want them."
"And contribute to the pounds on your hips? I'm not sure your fans would appreciate that."
Harley grins. "Special interest."
Carrie's world teeters as the girl slumps to the floor like a puddle of goo, dragging Carrie with her.
"Cramps," she answers Carrie's frown.
"I take it you have no special interest shoots booked this time around."
Harley shakes her head. "And glad for it. Couldn't have popped enough pills to make it the least bit comfortable." Hugging Carrie close, she murmurs, "'sides, I've got somethin' better to do now."
"Eating cookies while I make us some tea?"
Harley nods, brushing strands of hair from Carrie's forehead. Uncharacteristically gentle, she cups Carrie's face. Breath tickles her lips. "And lovin' the freck out of you for doin' all that."