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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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.

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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.

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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.

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Feeling Harley start to get there while wrapped around him, her nails sending bright and sharp sensations through him, was the final touch needed to send Marc over, his movements faster and harder until the climax hit, sending him over as he kissed her roughly, murmuring things that didn't really make sense but sounded complimentary.

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Harley's breathless, keening encouragement probably wasn't the most coherent thing either, so it was the thought that counted.

But the sensations were the most important thing, and between Marc ramping things up somehow one last bit further in his final moments, the fingering from earlier and the way his fingers rubbed and slipped against her now --

Yes, Harley followed him into unraveling only a few beats after, with a loud moan that may have had his name in it, clinging and clenching and shuddering again.

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Marc rode and kissed Harley through it, still feeling the rush of his own climax - and glad for the feeling of her to keep him from getting too lost in it.

But he was coming down enough that the things he murmured sounded closer to "That's it. I've got you. Beautiful." and the like as she went up and over again.

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It was all in her ears as she did.

And then all in her head once she had, as she was drawing deep, noisy breaths and slowly relaxing back into the matress. Still holding him, just a little less desperately.

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Marc didn't want to move, but there were practical matters to attend to. He did so as efficiently as he could - warning her with a "Just a sec" so she knew he wasn't going anywhere. He certainly wasn't going further from Harley than he had to.

Once done he settled down beside her, putting his arm around her waist, if she had no problem with that.

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Harley had such few problems with it that she responded by shifting onto her side so she could face him.

And draped her leg over his. See? No problem.

"You're really something, Marc," she murmured, still a little soft in her afterglow.

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Marc pulled her closer. Nothing strong. Just encouraging her to settle in where they could both enjoy plenty of skin to skin contact.

"You're unexpected, Doc," he replied. Not the most articulate of compliments, but blood flow wasn't fully back to his brain yet.

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"Surprising?" Harley teased, settling down with her head pillowed on her arm. "You've said."