Causeway Parking Lot to the Mainland; Later Tuesday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

It might not have ultimately been too much of a surprise which car in the parking lot was Harley's current ride. At least if you happened to know the Chevy Impala was Dean's provided it was even present on Tuesday. The funky 1970s green Chevy Chevelle sedan (four doors, see what she'd said about the back seat?) was of course Harley's: a classic look, but not so flashy as to attract too much attention and immediately get her in trouble as soon as she'd grabbed it from where the very unfortunate previous owner had left it.

Although the main hint that it was hers was still probably that she'd parked her butt on the hood of the thing as she waited for Marc to get there.

Call it a freebie.

(for that guy, continued from here!

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[totalwildcard]

Harley hadn't been curious about how he'd take her driving, beforehand. That didn't mean it didn't delight her how he took to it.

The actual parking - into a spot towards the edge, away from the other cars, yet another reason for strangers to be grateful - went surprisingly smoothly. Like, sure, even with her slowing down a little, the speed with which she came at the spot was perhaps still excessive, but she pulled it off without incident! In the end, they were parked!

Harley snickered. It sounded a little breathless.

[hasaknightjob]

"I was gonna say you owed me a ride, but..."

Marc let that trail off, a free gift to her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley laughed some more, turning to face him again, finally.

"What, you figure that left you satisfied?"

[hasaknightjob]

Since Harley was turned in his direction, Marc leaned over to give her a kiss. Not too long, but not a quick peck either.

"No, actually. That'd be you."

[totalwildcard]

Harley enjoyed every second, and maybe swayed after it a little once 'not too long' was done.

"I don't follow," she sighed.

[hasaknightjob]

"You leave me satisfied," Marc explained. "Not a car."

Or as satisfied as Marc ever got about things anyway.

[totalwildcard]

"Ah," Harley said. "It was a compliment."

And look at her not getting caught up in tangents about how it mattered that it was still her driving the car!

[hasaknightjob]

"That was the idea," Marc said. "Guess I haven't gotten any better at those since the last time."

[totalwildcard]

Harley brushed her hand along his cheek, and raised her eyebrows.

"Trust me, it's a good one."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc leaned into that touch without fully realizing he was doing it. "Good. It's true."

[totalwildcard]

Harley noticed, of course, but much like with the smiling, she knew to keep her damn mouth shut about it.

Just made the touch firmer. Cupped his cheek more fully.

"Good," she decided, half jokingly. "I think I like bein' satisfying."

[hasaknightjob]

Which was wise of Harley once again, since that meant he kept leaning into the touch.

"'course right now there's a problem," Marc said. Very serious.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh is there?" Harley asked, clearly taking it very seriously. Hers was a very serious smirk indeed. "What's the problem?"

[hasaknightjob]

"This," Marc said. He reached over with his free hand to rest on her right hip and try to see if he could close some of that space between them on the bench.

So potentially really good choice for her not to wear a seat belt.

[totalwildcard]

Did he not realize just how lightning-fast Harley would have been getting out of the seat belt even if she had been wearing one?

Odds were she would've been just about as fast about scooting closer to him as she was now!

[hasaknightjob]

"Better," Marc said, once they were both closer. Then he went to kiss her again, this time in less of a rush.

She had put in the request, after all.

[totalwildcard]

The parts of Harley's brain that never shut up may already have been calculating how much of a pain - or not! really, focused on the not - it would be to just climb into his lap.

The rest of her was firmly in the present, kissing him back as good as she got, her hand still cradling his cheek.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was very much focused on the present. Not thinking about anything but that exact moment and what it felt like to kiss her. His hand moved over to her back to help keep her close, but that was as far as any planning went. The now was good as far as he was concerned.

[totalwildcard]

The present was a good one! Harley's hand slid up into his hair again, sorry, she couldn't help it.

Clearly she just needed something to grab onto.

[hasaknightjob]

Just as well Marc had forgotten to try to fix it from before getting into the car?

He should probably run a hand through it or something before they went into the diner. But that was a problem for the future. Sure, maybe mere minutes into the future, but not now was the main thing.

Now was about things like moving his hand up higher to the back of her neck and massaging while continuing that kiss.

[totalwildcard]

That was such an unfair move, because it made something in Harley go all lax, this time with a little whimper in her throat.

It didn't sound like an objection.

The way her free hand landed on his thigh for balance as she continued her heavy lean into his space? Also didn't seem like much of an objection to anything he was doing.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't mind her hand on his thigh. If anything, the way he kissed her a little harder indicated he was pretty okay with it, all things considered. He kept up with that massage on her neck since she seemed to be enjoying it. Oddly not heated though? More... comfortable.

Probably not worth thinking about.

[totalwildcard]

It did mean Harley was feeling the two faint but warring urges of climbing into his lap, on one hand, and just curling up in his lap like a kitten, on the other.

Her fingers in his hair were curled in there tight again, though. He kissed her harder (which she was happily taking and reciprocating), she grabbed his hair harder, that was clearly a rule of some kind!

[hasaknightjob]

Perhaps picking up on Harley's urges, perhaps possessed of similar ones of his own, perhaps both, Marc didn't stop either of what he was doing. Neither the kissing nor the comfortable touch. Though he did add a little pressure on his hand to indicate she could come closer if she wanted.

Mind you, that wasn't offering much insight as to which type of closer it should be.

[totalwildcard]

Well, hope he was ready to potentially get more than he'd bargained for.

Because that little nudge was all that it took for Harley to go to actually try and climb her way into straddling his lap. Without breaking the kiss in the process too badly, either.

There was decent leg room in the car, making movement easier than in something more cramped, so she was probably even going to make it without too much damage to the interior of the car or to herself, provided he didn't find it within himself to stop her!