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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After the week before? 'Surprise' almost seemed like an understatement.

"Oh, a long damn time?" Harley purred, working him over a little more through the fabric. A little more pressure here, an insistent brush of her thumb there.

See, she could drive people a little batty in good ways, too!

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Marc leaned in to grin against her lips. "Feeling longer by the second."

No pun intended.

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Harley bit at his grin just because she could.

Then her hand slid away from playing with him - but not far: she just needed both hands for starting to push his pants and boxer briefs down. "These need to go now," she announced, "I'm tired of them."

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Look, if there was the tiniest sound of disappointment when her hand moved away you could not blame a guy.

It was for a good cause, though, so Marc moved and assisted as needed to help in getting the rest of his clothes off. The resulting view was like the rest of him: no tattoos, no scar tissue.

Though this time there was now the benefit of also seeing that Marc was enjoying himself, and he was enjoying himself very much.

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And that was just --

"Beautiful," Harley sighed, with the sort of an admiring gaze that looked like she wasn't just saying that. And also like she'd unlocked at least five new things to think about later just by looking at him.

Though of course now she had to turn her attention elsewhere, but that too was for a good cause. She turned and reached (well, stretched, even) for the little bedside table. On top were a few books, an abandoned sex toy, a box of tissues - you know, the usual! - but she opened the drawer to rummage around in it, not really being able to see into it, but she didn't need to.

"Hold on, got some rubbers right here -"

Which may or may not have been pilfered from Atton. She hadn't really had much cause lately to keep stocked up.

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"Glad you like," Marc said. Again, not that his own looks were ever something he gave much thought to. But that didn't mean it wasn't nice to know the person you were getting naked with enjoyed the view.

Marc appreciated Harley being prepared here because not like he'd had the foresight to bring something. (Also the awkwardness of having to ask to get some from Steven's stash if he'd had.) Plus her turning and reaching meant he was getting more of a view of Harley's back. So Marc showed his appreciation for both things by starting to kiss along what parts of her there he could reach.

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It was in Harley's best interest that the back of the shoulder that had perhaps the most incriminating tattoo of all was pressing into the mattress in a way that concealed said ink. She didn't need to be thinking about that, not right now, especially not when Marc was kissing new parts of her body and she was under dire risk of getting distracted into trying to bait more of that.

And then her fingers closed around the right thing, and she pulled her arm back, flopping back down onto the mattress, triumphantly holding up a few foil packets between her fingers. "Got 'em!"

Yes, a few. Better to be prepared for whatever happened than to have to go fishing for more if the need arose!

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"Good," Marc said. Looking at her expression the whole time, he slid his hand down the middle over chest, over her stomach, then turned it around and dipped lower to see if he could get a feel of how much she was enjoying herself. "'cause if we're talking things I'd like to stop thinking about..."

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Harley was smiling up at him, and shivered happily under his touch before he even made it all the way down her body. And yes, once there, he would find it was easy to tell just how much she was and had been enjoying herself.

Hope he enjoyed slippery fingers.

"Didn't get these out for blowing 'em into balloons," Harley sighed, distracted.

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Marc possibly deserved a medal for not getting too distracted by the idea of Harley blowing anything. Then again lack of distraction here did have its own rewards. Because he didn't mind what he was feeling at all, which he indicated with a circular caress of his hand before trying to see if he could slip one finger inside her.

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And Harley hadn't even phrased it like that on purpose! This time.

Anyway, she was unsubtle about parting her legs just a little further for him. And that finger sank in nice and easy, and also please excuse Harley's happy little whimper, it was only because she was feeling all kinds of sensitive.

[hasaknightjob]

Unsubtle was fine. Because that made it easier for Marc to go to slide another finger in while the heel of his hand got near, but not on, where it would feel really good.

What? She wasn't the only one who could tease.

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It was a great way to draw another noise of pleasure out of Harley - followed directly by a whine of protest (as much as it still had a note of something amused). Because she could see the position his hand was in! And the position it could have been in! Marc, rude!

"Oh, come on," she protested, and tried to buck her hips against his hand.

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Did Harley possibly mean come here? Because that was the gesture Marc was now making with his fingers as he did press down where she wanted with the heel of his hand.

Why hit a spot in one place if you could get it in two?

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He was just real keen on demonstrating how he'd kept that marriage of his together for ten years, huh?

Not that Harley was thinking of anything except his hand, all of a sudden. "Fuck, that's the stuff," she breathed on little full-body squirm, which very carefully and deliberately did not jostle his hand.

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Marc repeated the gesture since, yanno, pretty. Then he moved in to kiss Harley and said, "Wanna help me out here, Doc? Got my hands full."

With another repeat in case it hadn't been clear what he was busy with.

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Harley was supposed to remember she had hands? And how to use them? When clearly he should just take over all hand stuff for her, or --

Oh, she was still clutching the condoms like they could steady her somehow. "Right, right right right..." The extras got dumped somewhere else on the bed as she tore the wrapper on the one that remained. Doing her best to give it the usual amount of care, even under the... circumstances.

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Appreciation of hands was just going around today. Tonight? What was the current time anyway? Very unimportant, that's what it was.

More important was kissing Harley to thank her for that help. Then to unfortunately remove his hand because Marc needed to feel her around him. So hopefully it helped that she didn't need to wait long for a bigger and more solid replacement for his fingers.

Amazingly he was able to do this fairly - well not slowly but also not as hard and fast as he very much wanted to. That way she could have time to adjust if she needed.

Or for whatever else she might want to do.

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Even knowing full well what was about to happen, Harley still managed to make a practically heartbroken noise at losing his hand. But, yes, that was then followed up with a soft, pleased coo when he pushed in - yes, his fingers were fantastic but the stretch and weight inherent in this were better after the long, long wait.

"Finally," she sighed, her hands settling on his shoulders for the moment. Didn't necessarily need an adjustment period, but it was a nice thing to have, if only to fully appreciate the sensation. And to kiss him, just because.

[hasaknightjob]

Kissing just because was okay. Especially since it gave Marc something else to focus on besides that heat which felt amazing but was nothing he wanted over too soon.

Since she was fine with it, he did rock forward, starting a motion not dissimilar from when he'd helped her out earlier. Firm, but not fast.

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Harley's moan got muffled against his mouth. She shifted, just a little, to echo another thing from earlier: getting her legs around him. Not in a way that would stop him from doing whatever he felt like, but in a way that got them that extra little bit more entwined and interlocked.

(Remember how weirded out he'd acted around the idea of her hugging him?)

Oh, and it didn't take one of her hands very long to slide around to his back, either. A demonstrative drag of her nails soon followed.

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There was some mutual groaning here. Marc certainly hadn't lost his taste for the feel of Harley clinging to him (what? She'd earned it. Or snuck past all his defenses which was effectively the same thing) or for her doing things to him with her nails or anything else she might feel later inspired to try.

Marc helped her out by grabbing her by her hips, pulling her up to meet him as he thrust harder and faster, his strength and intensity possibly making her think more and more of that truck she'd mentioned earlier.

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It did, yes! And Harley was already congratulating herself for clocking that possibility in advance. She also immediately scratched harder at his back, because one sort of upped intensity deserved another.

And if that wasn't enough to communicate her approval... "That's it, baby, don't be shy," she told him breathlessly, "show me what you got."

She could take a pounding, and would in fact love one.

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That permission broke the last bit of holding back Marc had in him. Forget three rooms, there was two years' worth of hunger (not the body's, but Marc's) now demanding to be sated.

He kissed Harley hard and rough, moving into her firmer and faster in a way that suggested perhaps truck had been an underestimation for how - ahem - driven he could be.

It was clear he was chasing his own moment of letting it all go. But he snuck one hand down between them, fingertips dancing where she was sensitive and slippery, because the goal here wasn't to take but to have.

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He'd been so concerned about losing control, and here was Harley with all her noises growing louder and happier, her body all wrapped up around his like she wanted every last bit he could give, even before his hand snuck to where it would make sure she unraveled properly - and likely in short order, too.

And as for Harley's hands, they were all over him now, back, sides, chest, arms, doing their level best to leave reddened welts behind. Anything she could reach was getting its share of her nails.