Apartment Above Needful Things; Later Friday

[totalwildcard]

It was not as dusty in the upstairs apartment as it had been the last time Marc had been up there. Like, sure, it was still dusty in places because Harley and her attention span had prioritized the spots that she actually used on a daily basis, but still! The living room slash kitchen space that they entered into from the stairs was actually looking lived in now, with stuff like cereal packages and coffee on the kitchen counters and some empty takeaway cartons littering the coffee table Harley had hauled up from the store.

Hey, the narrative had said it wasn't that dusty anymore, not anything about there being no mess. It wasn't too bad, anyway, there was just a little bit of clutter!

So far.

Whatever, Harley had put some personal touches in. Some eclectic decor pieces around the place, a pop art style painting on one of the walls, that sorta thing. (And a taxidermy beaver in a tutu on the counter, but Beaver wasn't decor.)

"Well, here we are!" Harley announced. "I promise this place isn't as much of a sneezing hazard anymore."

(for that guy, continued from here! NSFW)

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[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't going to push Harley to be any more exposed in this moment than she was ready to be. After all, Marc of all people could understand how what you were wearing could offer a level of protection if you were in a situation where you might get hurt, even if said protection in this case was mostly symbolic.

If Harley indicated she wanted her clothes not to be in the way, Marc would happily accommodate though. It wasn't like he didn't want to see her. He was letting her set the pace there was all. And if she wasn't ready for that yet, he could do this whole thing without removing a stitch of her clothing. It was no problem either way.

As for getting familiar, Marc appreciated that offer. He was definitely not limited to one location as far as all the parts of her he wanted to get a literal intimate understanding of. He kneaded her breast, matching the pressure of her hand on his, and brushed his thumb over her nipple to see how that worked for her.

[totalwildcard]

Well, the smirk against his lips said something for sure. And the little hum. And if he kept at it, it wasn't going to take much at all for that nipple to begin becoming more of a peak.

So yeah, it worked.

Harley gave his hand another squeeze, and then hers slid away. She needed it elsewhere: namely, for sliding onto the leg he had between hers. Not to stop him from doing what he was doing, but rather to make it more of a... mutual effort.

Meaning that gripping his thigh gave her an anchor for grinding against it every time he moved, hips canting upward to meet it yet more firmly.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc encouraged that peak, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger as he continued to knead at her breast.

As far as her movements went, Marc was happy to help. He took his cue from her grip, applying more pressure of his own and moving his hips to help add extra sensation every time she rocked against him.

And, since she seemed to be enjoying herself, Marc took that as a cue to bend down and start mouthing over her left breast. Just enough that she could feel the heat of his breath through her clothes.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh!" Harley gasped, with enough surprise that even she thought it might send the wrong message, and she had to stop that thought in its tracks as quickly as possible. "No, not a complaint," she babbled, "you just stay... right there, doin' whatcha doin'."

'Cause the heat was working damn near as well as his thumb and finger were.

And then of course there was the grinding that she was just... really giving her all, now, to some great effect. She seemed to find a particularly good motion, angle, something, just then, judging by the whimpery moan that escaped her.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc hadn't been in a ten year relationship with a woman who needed some reason to put up with all his bullshit without learning a thing or two about how to satisfy in the bedroom. So when Harley seemed to be finding her groove in the way she moved against him, Marc knew damn well better than to change a single thing about what he was doing down there. Not unless she gave him a clear sign she wanted him to.

Elsewhere, though - well there was that nice chest of hers. So he applied more pressure with his fingers and hand, and then added in his tongue along with that warm breath she was enjoying. Doing his best to add more nice sensations with everything else she was feeling.

[totalwildcard]

Harley really wished she'd thought to at least her take shirt off, earlier, or preferably just everything up top, but she also sure as shit wasn't going to disrupt anything to do it now.

Besides, there was something to be said for the sensation of the two layers of fabric between his mouth and her skin slowly dampening. She wondered idly whether he could or would be feeling something similar against his thigh. The heat of her, at the very least.

Which, yeah, she'd found her groove with, and it was rapidly taking up every bit of focus she had. Just the repetition of rocking, pressure, pleasure coaxing her right out of thinking about anything at all except riding his thigh right to orgasm.

And if the way she was panting and getting more noisy moment by moment were any indications... It wasn't that far off, either.

[hasaknightjob]

Oh Marc could feel that heat. And on the odd chance there'd been a worry before her rapidly narrowing focus, there was a clear sign against Harley's leg of just how much Marc didn't consider this centering of Harley's needs to remotely be a sacrifice.

Picking up on how much closer she was getting, he added a little pulling to that one nipple. And then murmured, making sure there was a lot of that warm breath going through her clothes on her other breast as he said, "That's it. I've got you."

[totalwildcard]

Oh.

Harley was only human (well, mostly), and more to the point, a human who did not have a ton of experience hearing those words, either. So what else could she do but take the extra permission slash encouragement to just chase what she wanted, with wild abandon?

Somehow, she found one last notch to kick things up to, pure unselfconscious want and need in how she moved, gripping his thigh hard as she kept grinding and grinding and grinding until her hips stuttered a little, her breath caught, and --

She just squeezed his leg between the two of hers like she needed one last anchor as she came with a series of shudders and loud noises, both of which honestly paled next to the pulsing and clenching she actually felt. Hey, when your time building up to something involved stuff in three separate rooms...

[hasaknightjob]

That was really nice. Harley like that, lost in her own pleasure, sent a heat through Marc's body that was almost as good as if they'd been going back and forth all this time. This was a sight Marc definitely wanted more of in the future.

It was still Harley's moment though. So Marc kept at touching her, increasing his efforts as she got closer and closer to the edge, then easing and transitioning to soothing as she rode out the high for as long as she liked as he murmured things like, "That's it. I've got you. Beautiful."

[totalwildcard]

It took what felt - to Harley, anyway - like a long moment for the biggest peak of the rush to pass. She was still definitely feeling a little something even as she slumped fully into the mattress again, letting go of the last remnants of tension in her body.

And sighed, "Wow."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc settled next to her, propping his head up on his hand. He left his leg draped over hers so she could feel the weight of it. His free hand rested flat against her stomach. There was a warmth in his eyes that suggested even now he was enjoying drinking in the view.

"Doing okay?" he asked. Hey, just because the answer looked clear didn't mean it hurt to check.

[totalwildcard]

It took Harley a good second or two to break out of her daze enough to turn her face towards him.

"I can't even remember when I last did that," she said, which was not an actual answer to his question, no. "But it must've been... high school? Early in college?"

Either way, she shook her head very seriously, eyes big.

"They do not give grinding on thighs and coming in your pants the credit it deserves."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc caught that lack of answer but didn't press, instead going with trying to keep an eye out for signs that she wasn't okay at all.

"Helps take the edge off," he said. "Besides, why stop if something's working?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley had barely registered the question, honestly. Hopefully her general excitable (yet lazy, in an afterglow sort of way) beaming would help reassure him?

"Yeah," she sighed, almost wistful again. "And it worked. Holy shit."

[hasaknightjob]

It would as Marc saw that's what was going on. He idly caressed his thumb against her stomach, not even fully aware he was doing it.

"Guess we'll keep that in mind for next time."

Oh look, he could be taught.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley was very glad!

Even if that also meant she was giving him an obnoxiously smug smirk: "Oh, now there's a next time?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You tell me, Doc," Marc replied, meeting that smugness with faux casualness. "I mean if something there wasn't doing it for you..."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's hand happened to just so casually slide onto his on her stomach.

"Then I probably wouldn't've immediately added your leg onto my list of things to think about next time I gotta rub one out real quick," she retorted, with slightly more cheer than smugness, though some of it remained, too.

Also, after a beat, she added, "Oh and that's an invitation to think about me doin' that."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's hand stayed right under hers, his thumb still doing that idle caress.

"I'll add it to the rest of the things I think about you," Marc replied, with a look in his eyes that suggested he might not have been polite enough to wait for an invitation.

[totalwildcard]

The look in Harley's eyes just said she was pleased. "Well, I shared," she decided, "so now you've gotta share something too! About what you think about. It's only fair."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc considered the various options and then picked, "How it might've gone if I'd tackled you against that fire escape."

Okay, it'd taken him a while to realize that was a thought he wanted to have, but he'd gotten there eventually. Before dancing with her at the very least.

[totalwildcard]

Oh look, the smug was back! With a little bit of preening, this time around.

"Ooh, tell me more."

[hasaknightjob]

"Or I could show you," Marc pointed out.

[totalwildcard]

"Or you could show me," Harley was quick to agree. "In fact, I'm welcoming you to give me a grand demonstration!"

Was it a litle extra of her to take her hand off his to make a sweeping gesture down along her body?

No, it was just Harley.

[hasaknightjob]

Yeah, but turned out Marc liked a little extra. She would, indeed, not be Harley without it.

"I mean if we're making a list here..." Marc said. And this wasn't exactly a demonstration of what he'd do if he tackled her but it did give more answers about what he thought about. He moved his hand across her stomach. "There's this."

Then he brought his hand up towards her breast, giving it a light squeeze again. "And this."

Then he leaned down to kiss her, but not before saying, "And this..."