Apartment Above Needful Things; Later Friday

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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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"I'll keep it in mind," Marc said, nudging her so he could do the same on the other side of her neck.

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"Good," Harley sighed, happily.

While, yes, offering up the other side. She didn't want it to feel neglected, after all!

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Neither did Marc. Though after some of those bites this side did get the benefit of some light sucking. So fairness would need to be restored in a moment.

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"Ooh," Harley hummed, her fingers curling in his hair a little tighter again.

Not a protest, not even a little bit.

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Neither was the way Marc sucked a little harder in response to that hold. Not hard enough to leave a - ahem - mark yet, but starting to get closer to the idea to be sure.

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Harley snickered, although it had a slightly breathless note to it.

When had her pulse started racing again?

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Maybe when he ran his tongue over it? Or when he moved his hand toward the bottom of her shirt and tried to see if he could get under it to get more skin to skin contact? Because he was doing both of those things.

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Both certainly helped!

It was also his lucky day, because Harley's very relaxed tee hung loose on her and wasn't really tucked into her pants or anything.

Her fingers tugged on his hair some more. No real reason except that it was fun for her.

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Marc was going to take that tug as a cue to move up and lay claim to her mouth again. He slipped his hand under her shirt and ran it, flat palmed, over her abdomen. Not going any higher or lower just yet. He wanted to appreciate things as he went after all.

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Harley was going to keep letting him set the pace, for now.

Though she was also going into the kiss with a whole bunch of playfulness, mixed with zero hesitation for urging him to get all hot and deep right off the bat.

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Marc didn't need much encouragement there. After all, only one of them had had the edge taken off while the other had very much enjoyed the view. Marc could control himself - technically this was still that earlier asked for demonstration - but, well, a guy did get hungry.

So he kissed her, harder and hotter, and started pulling up her shirt if she let him. There were so many parts of her he wanted to enjoy with nothing in the way now.

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If she let him? Harley immediately squirmed a little in a way meant to help him drag the shirt up without it getting stuck between her back and the bed.

Yeah, she had feelings about clothing and skin now, and she knew which she'd prefer.

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In which case there were two layers of clothing that Marc wouldn't mind getting out of the way. Yanno, since she was being so helpful. So he slid his fingers under her bra to drag that up and off as well.

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It was a tougher case than the shirt, given how close to the skin it clung, but Harley sacrificed her hold on his hair to help him out there and get it up past her breasts.

And yes, all of this meant they were going to have to actually stop kissing, at least for a bit, but in juuuust a moment...

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Just a moment. Because there was a view here now and Marc wanted to enjoy it.

"Gorgeous," he told her. Or called her. Maybe both.

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"Oh, you're too sweet," Harley teased, full of mischief, and used his attention as plentiful reason to very gracefully (it was not very graceful) fully rid herself of the shirt and the bra.

Of course, this meant more of her tattoos were suddenly visible, aside from the red and black harlequin diamonds on her right arm he'd already been able to see before: closer to him, under her left collarbone, the one that said Daddy's lil Monster with a tiny heart dotting the I. And further away and thus harder for him to see rig ht away, on her right upper arm, a sizable, solitary J.

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On the plus side it wasn't like the thing Marc was paying attention to right now was Harley's grace.

He was still leaning to her left side more than right, so he hadn't clocked the J yet. All the other mentioned tattoos he could see. He knew the various possible implications of that Daddy one and filed them all away as things to keep in mind about Harley.

Nothing he was going to stop either of them to ask about now, though. Instead he leaned in to give her a warm kiss on the mouth, then start kissing and lightly biting his way down and around her neck.

When he got near the Daddy tattoo Marc bit and kissed around it but not on. Not in any kind of disgust. Rather what was hopefully a clear sign he got that it was marking something that mattered to her and as such he wasn't going to touch without permission.

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Odds were he was going to be doing that sort of thing in more spots than just the one. Harley... was doing her best not thinking about it much.

And the kissing and the biting helped with that, which her happy little hums attested to. "Good teeth," she sighed, equal parts joke, and appreciation, and reassurance that she wasn't about to start explaining her choices in ink.

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Hey, if anybody understood no go areas, it was Marc. In this case Harley's were thoughtfully labelled.

Plus there were still more fun things to focus on. So Marc kissed and bit his way lower, starting between those very nice breasts before moving his mouth to the right one and his hand to the left, deliberately mirroring the warmth and massage he'd been doing over her clothes not that long ago.

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So considerate and fair of him!

And of course Harley had to immediately arch her back just a little more to really make her chest be all on offer for him. Or maybe that just went with the little noise she made when she felt his mouth directly on her breast this time?

Or both. Probably both.

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Both was good. Likewise enjoying what was on offer and those noises Harley was making meant Marc was going to amp up that heat again, sucking and pulling harder on her nipples before adding in a scrape of teeth and fingernails as well.

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Harley had been watching him, keenly, but now she had to give up on that in favor of her head tipping back, with one of those groans he'd liked so much earlier.

"Fuck, that's good."

Yeah, that too. Her nipples were stiff peaks again, just selling the same sentiment.

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Marc did indeed like her noises. Which the answering groan that he made possibly indicated. Not the least of which was because his mouth was still on her so all those vibrations went right back into her skin.

At which point Marc switched the positions of his hand and mouth on her so that both of her breasts could have some appreciation.

Didn't stop with using his teeth and fingernails on her though. Again, he liked the noises.

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He'd really picked the right hookup there, because if there was one thing Harley didn't know how to do, it was being quiet. Whether it was shutting up or just not making noises, she absolutely couldn't do it.

Which meant that most of those scratches and nips drew out a little something. A gasp, a hum, a curse. Another groan when he really got her good.

Her breathing was decidedly a little bit heavier and louder all in itself, too.

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You know Marc had noticed that about her? Funny how that worked.

Once he'd had his - well not fill by any means. But at the very least enough time for a proper introduction to that area, Marc gave a last bite and squeeze, then started kissing downward again. He kissed and nipped at the exposed skin of her abdomen, lingering near the waist of her pants because, yanno, he could be going lower.