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

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.

Harley snickered and smirked, but even with the obvious heat in it, it wasn't sharp in any way. More... warm.

Made the corners of her eyes crinkle.

Of course, right after, she caught his bottom lip again and worried it between her teeth a little longer. Just to give him a little more teeth, something sharper.

Marc made an appreciative sound. Then he murmured, "Gorgeous" against her lips. Since she was and she had been.

"Compliments'll get you anywhere," Harley teased.

In a mumbling fashion, distracted into another kiss.

In which case Marc added a "Sexy" and "Beautiful" into the mix. Because those were also true and were words he could currently manage.

And they made Harley laugh, which was rarely a bad thing! Or at least she made some kind of amused noise, her mouth being occupied the way it was.

Whatever, clearly the best way to show appreciation she had at her disposal right now was another purposeful grind of her hips down against his. Or maybe she was just seeking more proof he wasn't just saying those things?

Either worked.

Marc was not just saying them. A situation that was - ahem - harder to ignore now that he didn't have her pleasure to focus on. So that kiss got a little greedier as she ground down, with some light bites of his own.

He might have felt her lips pull into a smirk again. As much as they could, anyway. It was only because the one grind was followed by another.

And that one drew a gasp.

The hand at the back of his neck slid down to his chest. The one in his hair? Was staying there, thank you.

"Think you don't have an affect?" Marc asked her. He rocked up into her as much as space allowed. "Pretty fucking distracting, Doc."

A deliberate word choice there, of course.

"But feels like fucking attention," Harley retorted, on another gasp since a taste of her own medicine was always going to have that effect.

"Feels electric."

He was not losing to the car.

That hand on her backside gripped her tighter and yanked her good and close, holding her in place right at the apex of it so she could get a full picture. So to speak.

"You've got my attention."

"Ah!"

Look, you try getting yanked into something as wonderful and not make an embarrassing noise! Not that Harley found it embarrassing.

Especially since she followed it up with a laugh-whined, "Your attention is why clothes shouldn't exist!"

"You started it," Marc replied. Very maturely.

But grinning so clearly not mad about either. If anything it was in that weird area where it wasn't so much blaming Harley as complimenting her.

Harley pressed her forehead lightly to his. It was there, what better reason did she need?

"Oh, did I?" she asked, clearly offended by this entirely correct and flattering accusation, just look at the smirk. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Anybody else and any other situation Marc might have made a joke about leaving her frustrated. But since that had a high likelihood of still being a tender spot, Marc avoided it entirely.

Instead he rocked up into her and again held her at just that position for a moment. "Something'll come to mind."

His reluctance to go there was understandable, but really he just robbed himself of seeing Harley make some over-the-top faces.

Though this one, slightly more genuine, where she bit her own lip with an 'mmmh!', was pretty good too.

"Oh something better come, all right."

She could also make her own jokes about it! She was self-sufficient like that.

Dumb as it was it still got a laugh out of Marc. Which made him briefly turn his head while he did it. Which turned out to put him in a good position to place a light bite on her neck, so he did that as well.

Whether that was punishment or reward for the joke was up to her really.

Harley was the sort of person who could sometimes thrive on funishment, so why not both, as the word suggested?

Made her hiss a little, then laugh. That worked.

"Oh, do that again."

She could entice him with another grind, trying to mimic the way he's yanked her to him, as best as she could.

Marc could take a request. Though he licked at the spot he'd just bitten before biting again, a little harder this time.

Hey, no fair! Harley's eyes fluttered closed with the lick, and then she gasped loud for the bite.

... Wait, no, definitely fair, actually.

Marc followed that up with sucking and licking at the spot. Nowhere near hard enough to leave a mark even on her pale skin. Just enough to soothe any lingering pain from the bite.

And Harley was feeling real soothed, of course. It did not at all send a shiver slithering down her spine.

Promise.

Her hand rubbed idly at his chest. Well, 'idly' - sorta feeling up his muscles, really.

Something about the vibe of it all didn't ease Marc's hunger exactly, but did make it less sharp. More of a thrum in his pulse than a single, keening need.

Marc slowly trailed his lips back to Harley's mouth. He kissed her again, but this time long, and wet. A slow stoking of an existing fire instead of exploding it with gasoline.

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