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

"No one," Harley replied easily, like it wasn't a rhetorical question. "'Cause kink shaming is stupid."

Marc shook his head, again just kind of marveling at Harley. "There is definitely nobody like you."

"Even I used to not be like me!" Harley declared. Her hand moved to where it could brush over his cheek --

And now his nose was getting booped.

"No one else stands a chance."

Now, whether she genuinely thought anyone ought to even try was a different matter entirely. It was easy to be like this about it when she was already feeling good in a whole handful of ways.

Marc had some suspicions about all that. But what he most figured was right now was not the time to go anywhere near them. Instead he indulgently shook his head at the nose boop, since that felt like the kind of show he was supposed to do in response, then leaned up to give her a kiss.

"C'mon. Lemme buy you dinner."

Harley snickered at the head shake, so he'd made some kind of a correct choice there.

Of course, she then made a theatrical show of making a keening noise of protest at what he said, far too over the top to be serious.

"If you want," she said.

The theatrics got another chuckle out of him, so there was that reward at least?

"I did just say so, yeah," he replied. But there was a smile playing about his lips.

There was a brief pout on Harley's.

And then she pressed kind of a loud smack of a kiss on his lips, and said, "Okay, but I'm gettin' every kind of pie they got for dessert!"

Truly a horrible price to pay.

"Not the dessert I had in mind but okay," Marc replied. With a grin, even.

"The dessert you've got in mind can't be enjoyed in a nice little booth in that diner," Harley pointed out, complete with physically pointing in the general direction of said diner.

Then she held for just a beat, before:

"Unless you're much more of an exhibitionist than I thought."

Marc gave her a wry look
"What do you think?"

"I think," Harley replied, really drawing it out as if it was something that needed some actual thought, "you wanna just have me to yourself."

A prospect she had zero problem with.

Marc nodded, because she wasn't wrong. Though he said, "I mean if you're offering - "

"Which part?" Harley asked. "I gotta know which joke to make."

Harley might not have been able to make the joke yet, but she got another laugh out of Marc anyway. He was able to manage, "The not sharing thing or whatever you said."

You know what suddenly struck Harley, right in that moment?

How nice it was that his laugh didn't sound like something that should have been written out in big block letters, a HA HA HA to make your skin crawl.

His laugh? Was just a laugh. It shook his chest, made talking a bit of an issue for a moment, and wasn't meant to intimidate anyone in any way.

There was a joke Harley was supposed to be making, but she'd forgotten all about it. She just looked... taken with something.

There might be a note of surprise in Marc's laugh, as though he himself didn't expect it to happen. Because, well, he didn't. But no, none of that other stuff. Not his style.

Marc saw Harley's look and had a curious one of his own. "You okay?"

"Oh, I am just peachy," Harley replied, but no, she wasn't going to explain what that look had been about.

Instead, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, no reason, then patted his shoulder and moved to finally - sigh - maneuver herself off his lap.

"Come on, big guy, you got dinner to buy!"

At least it had given more time so that Marc was physically able to - ahem - come on now?

"Yes, ma'am," Marc said. He let himself out on the passenger side. "With all the desserts."

She'd specified pies but it was Marc so frankly impressive he'd gotten the category right.

And would even Harley remember about stating such a big preference once it was actually time to do something about it? Remained to be seen!

But she locked his door behind him (she liked this car, she could be responsible sometimes!) and got out, herself.

"All the desserts," she agreed, with a happy sigh.

"Maybe some protein before we get there," Marc said, giving her a dry look which suggested he knew exactly what she might do with a setup like that.

In the meanwhile he came around to her side and automatically went to slip a hand around her waist. So much so he wasn't even fully aware he was doing it.

Well, his automatic and fully unexamined action saved Harley from actually going with hers (which would've been to offer him her hand), so hey!

"I was tryin' to!" she protested, like clockwork, leaning against his side.

"Later," Marc said, moving his hand to her hip since she was being so helpful by leaning in close that way. "If you're not too full."

For a guy not normally into word play he did seem to keep serving these things up for her on the regular.

Yeah, he just kept bringing this on himself.

Like so:

"Ha, nothing's gonna fill me up like you, promise."

"Might hold you to that," Marc told her. In the meanwhile he was holding the door to the diner so she could walk in.

"Can hold me any way you want."

Just maybe not right this second since she did need to get through this door now, which she did, happily swanning in.

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