totalwildcard | Causeway Parking Lot to the Mainland; Later Tuesday Afternoon

"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.

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!

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

Marc did not try to stop her. In spite of the movement, Harley may have been able to feel his reaction (not that one) (but not not that one) which was to smile against her lips as they kissed. Almost as if he'd half expected this because it was very her.

And, yanno, maybe Marc considered things that were very Harley to be a feature of her company and not a bug.

And he wondered what Harley got out of time with him! Maybe it was what she didn't get: constant messaging about being too loud, too big, too eager, too much just by being her.

Harley settled into her straddling, her knees on either side of him, with a happy hum against his lips. She didn't have a ton of extra headroom by any stretch of the imagination, but that was fine. She was much more concerned with how close she could get her hips to his like this (very, like squarely on top of them) and how well she could kiss him head-on like this (extremely well).

For his part Marc didn't have a lot of room to move, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to help her. He put one hand on her back to hold her close. The other moved up from her neck to her head to protect her from that too close roof.

All the while kissing. She'd done them both a solid with the positioning there. Made it very easy for Marc to show his appreciation for her way of thinking.

Really was easy, wasn't it, kissing like this? Harley had one hand in his hair, the other at the back of his neck, cradling him close in every way that she could.

And doing a little bit of that claiming he liked to do, for her own part. Getting all kinds of familiar with his mouth, deepening the kiss.

Marc definitely had no problem with that. If Harley wanted to get bold with him in that way he was more than happy to encourage it.

He let her claim as much as she wanted, moving his hand on her back to hold her tight against him so she didn't have to worry about anything but doing what she was doing.

He knew so many ways to protect, didn't he? Even if it was just making sure she had all she needed for kissing him thoroughly and not bumping her head against the ceiling in the process.

He was rewarded royally with how alive Harley was in his embrace. Gripping his hair and using that to tilt his head just so for the right angle at which to just devour him. Deeper, harder.

Something about steaks and breakfast sandwiches, right?

He did, yes. Marc might have a hit or miss record on the how when left to his own devices, but that didn't stop the urge. Particularly when it was someone who had found their way into getting Marc to give a shit about their well-being.

Not that Marc was thinking about that now. Very little thinking at all, actually. Not when he could keep that tight grip on Harley and do whatever he could to return that kiss and show he didn't mind being a meal for her. He did understand that hunger after all, and Harley hadn't stopped feeling like a big, juicy steak.

Which just led to Harley making more happy little noises, one of which was just a straight-up breathless "God you're so hot" somewhere in the middle of things. Just speaking even more to just how little thinking was happening, when she was devoting so much of herself to the devouring.

Very sincere, though!

And even with the grip he had on her, she was still finding ways to be a little squirmy on his lap. Not much thought there, either, just an instinct for friction and pressure.

Tossed off though the compliment might be, Marc still heard it and made a huffing sound not unlike a laugh. Not at Harley. More that it had been yet another way she managed to surprise him and as distracted (and also breathless) as he was that was the only verbal response he was able to produce to indicate the surprise had been a good one.

The squirming, on the other hand, he was able to help out with more. After all, she'd put them in a good position for him to still be able to move his hips. Not by much, but still enough to try to meet her where she was going.

Harley would have considered it a tragedy and a travesty that he found anything surprising in her saying that.

But she was a little more concerned with just acting on that same sentiment. Squirminess turning just a little more into purposeful grinding against him, sparked by his own movement. Because him being hot got her all hot and bothered, see?

Marc responded by dropping his hand down to her backside - which, yanno, was frankly was a benefit for him no matter what the purpose. But in this case it had the additional benefit of letting him hold on to her and help give her extra pull and pressure as she moved.

There was an element of this that was rapidly going to a place of pleasure/discomfort giving his position and clothing situation but it was fine. He was enjoying the full sensory experience of Harley enjoying herself, and that was a pretty nice thing to focus on.

It was an issue that Harley was gleefully making worse, too! Although by putting his hand on her rear and helping her, he was taking a lot of the blame off her.

And it was not something Harley herself needed to contend with, blessed as she was with anatomy that didn't suddenly need much more room. Which may have shown in the noise of pleasure she made as she hips managed to press into his at just the right angle.

Right before she snickered, breathlessly (that was going to remain a thing), and nipped on his lips a little.

Marc nipped back. Only polite when she'd given such a nice view. In fact he was enjoying drinking in the sight of her like this, or at least as much as he could from this angle. Definitely something he was committing to memory as best as he was able.

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