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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Marc rolled onto his back. He kept his hand on her hip to encourage her to come with him, and put his arm out in case she wanted to use that as a pillow instead. "By the way, I'm not arguing."

If that sounded like a non-sequitur, that's because it kind of was.

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Well, if he was offering such a nice arm, of course Harley was going to shift with him and gladly switch pillows.

While also giving him a quizzical look. "Not arguing about which part?"

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"This one," Marc replied, and he ran his fingers lightly over that tattoo across her abdomen. The one that said Lucky you.

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The touch was light enough that some of the muscles under it jumped a little. Harley looked down, and her confusion melted into a smile that was a little too warm to be smug.

"Oh," she said, with a breathy chuckle. "No false advertising there, hmh?"

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Marc made note of that physical reaction for future reference.

"Pretty accurate from where I'm sitting," he said. Or lying down. Whatever. He moved the hand that was behind her up to lightly trace those idle patterns on her shoulder, since that was easier to do than reach her hip from this position. "'course I've been told you're pretty clear about who you are and what you want."

By her specifically, in fact.

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It was rare that Harley left anything unsaid, but in this moment she didn't say anything about what some of her other tattoos may have communicated about who she was.

"Uh huh," she said instead, gaze drawn back up to his face. "You're catching up! Especially to the fact that I'm a catch to bring to bed with you."

And yes, of course she was going to get distracted for just a beat, then add, "Or a wall. Kitchen table? A nice secluded back alley somewhere..."

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By this point Marc had clocked that J on her arm, but he was ignoring it. He figured she'd talk about it if she wanted to. In the meanwhile, he'd give her whatever space about it she needed.

"I'm not fucking you in a back alley," Marc told her.

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Harley pouted at him. It was very exaggerated and thus didn't read that serious, sure, but still a pout!

"Not even a tiny quickie?"

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Marc gave her a dry look that said the pout was not getting to him. "You deserve nicer than a back alley."

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"I think I deserve whatever I want," Harley retorted.

Not that that had always worked out for her, in life, in general.

"And I said 'secluded', is that not nice enough?"

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"'scuse me for thinking you're worth more than getting screwed next to a dumpster," Marc said. Exasperated more than anything else.

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"It doesn't have to be next to a dumpster!" Harley returned, with an easy 'duh' sort of tone. "I don't have any particular love for dumpsters! Except sometimes they're good for breaking a fall."

Of course she'd have experience.

"And anyway, if you don't wanna fuck in an alley then that's fine, but that's not on me."

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"Thanks for letting me have a preference," Marc said, again largely with exasperation.

Ignore how it was being taken as a given that there'd be situations where this opportunity - or others - might come up. Marc certainly wasn't thinking about that too closely.

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And Harley wasn't going to make him think about it! Largely because for Harley this was just yet another bout of fantastical thinking, with the setting stuck on 'dirty'. If things happened, great! If they didn't, well, she could still think about them happening anyway.

So she just nodded sagely, then considered something, and added, "But if you have a problem with the kitchen table, I am gonna have to kick you out."

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"Depends on how sturdy your table is," Marc replied without missing a beat.

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"It's like me!" Harley replied, also pretty fast - and with her lips pulling into another grin. "Sturdier than it looks."

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"I prefer you to the table," Marc said. Just so that was clear.

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"And that's why no one's expecting you to screw the table, sweetie!"

Hilarious.

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"Hilarious," Marc said, echoing the narrative. "The comedy skills are extra, right?"

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Harley rolled her eyes at him, although possibly as a distraction from her prodding at his chest again. "You're so lucky that you're hot enough to be this grumpy."

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"Who's grumpy?" Marc asked. "If I was grumpy I'd leave."

Which he'd have to do at some point, but that was more a shared schedule with Steven thing than a specific desire to go.

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"Leaving's leaving," Harley retorted, "grumpy's grumpy."

Yes, excellent description, Harls.

Also, in fairness: almost everyone appeared grumpy next to Harley, which definitely colored her point of view.

"But I do notice and acknowledge that you're not leaving yet. As a separate thing."

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"Not leaving yet," Marc confirmed. He rubbed her shoulder in something like reassurance. "And when I do it's not gonna be because I had a bad time."

Not unless one of them really screwed this up before then.

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"Mm hmm," Harley agreed, drawing random shapes onto his chest. "It'll be just... normal leaving."

And the odds of them getting to that were looking pretty great.

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"Comes with sharing a body," Marc told her. He stretched, coincidentally giving her fingers more room to work with. "Lotta scheduling."

Not as much as there once had been, but still there all the same.