Re: quicklog: mj & harry; her place
[MJ was a worried mess ever since Harry's father died and he, Peter, and Gwen fell off the face of the Earth. She had no idea what was going on, and the first person who reached her? Harry. She hadn't looked at the journals, even after Harry had spoken to her, just twisted her hands around each other. Her red hair was back to its natural vibrance, and she had left behind the dirty clothes of zombie-land in favor of a snug sweater and a pair of jeans. When the knock came to her door, she padded over in socked feet and opened the door to see the rumpled mess that was Harry Osborn. A maelstrom of emotions always raged whenever she saw his face, but she was such a sucker for him. Her heart ached when she saw the state he was in, and she touched his cheek gently.] Oh, Harry. [She took his hand and tugged him past the threshold so she could close the door and pull him a little closer.] Oh god, Harry. [Her small hands cupped his face, running through his hair and then down his neck. Sliding down the front of his shirt and careful not to snag those loose buttons. And then suddenly she pulled him into a tight hug.] Fucking Christ, what happened?