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"Harley? You awake hon?" Mallet shook Harley gently. "Mm, sleep, go away," Harley grumbled. "C'mon Cooper. You gotta get up. I already let you sleep longer than I should have." "Ok." Harley rolled out of bed, looking extremely disheveled. "You look so beautiful when you wake up," Mallet smiled. "No, I do not. I look like I just got massacred, and lost." "No, then you'd look, kind of, dead," he chuckled playfully. "Mallet, if you don't shut up, I might just "sexually harass" you again," Harley joked, referring to an earlier incident which ended with her throwing him onto the bed. "Well, if you wanna start this again..." "No, Mallet stop!" Harley screeched. But it was too late- he grabbed her around the waist, and threw her, backwards, onto the un-made bed. "Sexual harassment!" Harley yelled jokingly. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's fun. And I'll do it whenever I want!" "Oh yeah?" Harley flipped over, so she was on top of Mallet. "Now who's in charge!" She winked, half playfully, half- something else. The "something else" was something she didn't want to feel. But she couldn't help it. Harley Cooper was still in love with A.C. Mallet.