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]

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.

[totalwildcard]

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.

[hasaknightjob]

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.

[totalwildcard]

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.

[hasaknightjob]

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.

[totalwildcard]

He could be, and he should be.

Harley let her top half relax back against the bed - for a certain level of 'relax' that was still achievable while getting all keyed up, anyway - and looked down her body at him.

(Noted the bits of her skin that were just a bit more reddened than usual. It didn't take much, with her skin as white as it was, and he'd been putting in the effort.)

"Just take it all off."

Where 'all' was her pants (standard stuff, a button and a zipper) and the perhaps surprisingly sensible pair of briefs he was going to find underneath.

[hasaknightjob]

Well, if she was going to insist..

Literally, if she was going to insist Marc was more than fine not taking his time about this. Nothing so quick or rough that he damaged her clothing, but enough that she could tell nothing about his hunger for her had abated.

He would take a moment to appreciate the resulting view though.

[totalwildcard]

The view was significantly marked by yet more tattoos, because of course it was. The most eye-catching was likely to be the cursive Lucky You very low on her stomach. Next to it was a cartoony little dolphin in front of a rainbow, conspicuously more faded than the rest.

And then there were her thighs, where a couple of things were of note: first, whereas the tattoos on the rest of her body looked to be of varying professional quality, these ones where amateurish, simple, more prison-made stick-and-poke than smooth and steady lines from a machine.

Second, from Marc's current perspective, they were all upside down, clearly meant to be looked at from Harley's perspective.

And then there was what they actually were. Some more diamond shapes and hearts, a few random bits of text (Let me tell you a sekret on one leg, I'LL WAIT FOREVER on the other), a skull with a joker cap that had been crossed out, a heart with P+H also crossed out, a big bunch of tally marks, and finally not one, not two, but three separate references to pudding cups and Harley apparently loving them?

That was, if he could actually make out any of it upside down. But they were there, and they were so far the one thing that Harley felt a twinge of awkwardness about, so... "Hope you don't mind a bit of bush," she said brightly. "'Cause I am so over the full Brazilian, so trimmed and neat is gonna be where the menu stops."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took in all those tattoos. Some, like the Daddy, he was filing away as important information but nothing he was going to bring up on his own. Obviously he didn't know anything about Harley's nickname for her ex, but the P showed up often enough Marc figured it had to relate to the guy's last name or something.

Others Marc was going to react to, but he was starting to get a sense of when Harley went bright when what was really under there was uncertain. So he took that last comment first, moving up to give her a slow kiss on the mouth, then saying, "I prefer women who look like adults. You're fine, Doc. And beautiful."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I looked plenty adult back in those days, too," Harley assured him with one of those wicked smirks of hers. "You woulda blushed."

No, but it was fun to say. Especially when her hand snuck up to cup his cheek.

[hasaknightjob]

"I strike you as a guy who blushes?" Marc asked, smirking right back at her.

He didn't move away from her hand on his cheek. Wasn't the same as the clinging or the fingernails she was doing earlier but it was, yanno, whatever. Warm or something. Maybe even fine.

[totalwildcard]

Good. Then he wouldn't mind Harley brushing her thumb back and forth just the tiniest bit, either.

"Maybe not," she mused, "but a gal's gotta have dreams."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't move away when she did it. Just don't ask him to acknowledge that maybe he leaned into it a little instead.

"That's the dream?" Marc asked, quirking his eyebrows up in bemusement. "Me blushing?"

Marc, technically that would mean you had a facial expression. Of course it initially sounded like a pie in the sky idea.

[totalwildcard]

Way Harley saw it, he hadn't gone in on how her body was a half-vandalized shrine to a past relationship, so the least he deserved back was her not calling him out for accepting a little bit of affection.

Besides, it was nice. The little lean. She kept at it.

"Could be!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc settled down on top of her, his hands resting on her sides. This had the advantage of her body being pressed against his (albeit with his clothes still in the way, but that didn't mean all her softness and warmth didn't feel still feel nice). And if that meant it was easy for Harley to keep going with that touch, that was probably coincidence.

"I thought you were the one with imagination."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I am," Harley confirmed, smirking. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna share everything, now does it?"

Was that her other hand brushing up the side of his neck? What a coincidence!

[hasaknightjob]

"Wouldn't dream of asking you to," Marc assured her.

He tilted his head to give more room for her hand on his neck. But that was just being polite or something.

[totalwildcard]

So polite! Politeness Harley was going to take advantage of, brushing fingertips down along his neck, then dragging nails up the other way.

"But do you wanna know what I'm imagining right now?" she teased. "'Cause that I can tell you."

[hasaknightjob]

Those fingernails got a much warmer look out of Marc. He shifted against her. "Do tell."

[totalwildcard]

"What you got going on under all those clothes, for starters," Harley shared, gladly, keeping up the brush-scratch cycle of her fingertips for now. "I'm imagining muscle, and so much more of your pretty skin, and judging by the real insistent bulge in your pants, something that won't disappoint..."

[hasaknightjob]

Look, Marc didn't shiver so that definitely wasn't happening in response to what she was doing with her fingertips.

What he did do was give her a look of invitation. "One way to find out."

The clothes, the muscles, all of it.

[totalwildcard]

Oh but he had shivered, and Harley made note of it for future reference, to boot.

But in this moment, she chirped, "True!"

It was a very short trek for her hands to slide down from his neck and cheek to begin shoving his button-down off his shoulders.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had no problem with that. And since he wasn't on his back it was easy enough for him to move his arms if she was looking to get that shirt off of him entirely.

"Feel free to keep going," he told her, since she'd been so kind to give him the same all clear earlier.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was indeed looking to get the shirt fully off him. And then the one underneath it, too, in short order.

After which she promptly got distracted by running her hands along his chest. "Oh, pretty," she sighed, positively adoring in tone.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had no problem with Harley looking or touching. He even held himself up enough so she could have a good angle for it.

Depending on how observant she was it might be the first time she noticed that the necklace he and Steven always wore was a silver Star of David, given that it tended to naturally fall under their shirt collars. Not purposefully hidden, just often not easy to see other than the chain peeking out.

As for Harley's view, there were those muscles as well as smooth, completely bare skin. No tattoos anywhere, but also no scar tissue. The only marks on him were any that Harley had made that afternoon.

"Better than you imagined?" he asked. Not insecure. Genuinely curious.