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

And did he really want to vex someone with her hand on his junk, anyway?

"Blame I will accept happily."

"Blame, credit, close call," Marc said. He moved his hand to cup the back of her neck in more of a massage. That wasn't too distracting for driving, right?

If anything, it was contributing to Harley's desire to get them back to the island quicker. Which, considering she was already taking the fastest route she knew instead of the 'looking for a good place to eat' meander of the way out, she was already well on her way to accomplishing.

Also her own hand could find ways to be a little more insistent in return.

"All of the above," she sighed.

Marc had no problem with the speed.

For the car. Other things could take their time. But those were more enjoyable when there was more room to move around in.

Not that he'd fully ruled out the back seat before dinner...

"Kind of a theme with you," Marc said. This was said as a compliment. "Being all of the above."

Would've been silly of him to rule out something he hadn't tried yet, anyway!

"Anything else would be boring," Harley declared, her good mood bolstered by the drive and the reactions under her hand enough to be comfortable being all happily smug about herself. "Keeps things interestin', doncha think?"

Harley could be very smug about herself as far as Marc's reactions were concerned.

Also Marc himself but shhhh.

"You're not boring, that's for sure," Marc said.

Still a compliment.

"Betcha say that to all the gals with their hand on your dick," Harley quipped.

Or at least was in the process of quipping when she spotted something up ahead that caught some of her attention.

Amazingly, Marc noticed her divided attention. "Something wrong?"

Harley didn't look concerned, so that was a good sign at least!

"I know you weren't into alleys --" At least under the specific circumstances she'd proposed in the past "-- but what about when it's a car in an alley?"

Look, she'd realized they were in a pretty quiet part of town and had spotted some promising, secluded alleyways coming up, so the 'instant gratification' part of her brain had to at least make the offer.

"I could see my way to a compromise," Marc said.

After all, in theory making use of the back seat had sort of been a vague item on the agenda. Plus her hand had felt good. He was only human.

Harley grinned, instantly at full wattage.

"Great!"

And she actually took some care slowing down a bit to see into the alleys, because while she didn't have much of a problem with dumpsters otherwise, she didn't want to crash into one or anything. The first alley got dismissed as looking a little too cramped, but the next one? Could easily swallow up the car and still give them a little cover.

Her hand came off him so she could make the turn, but considering why she was making it, he'd live.

Which was fortunate because there were certain things you really didn't want to have to talk about with the god whose service you'd pledged yourself to when it came to explaining why you needed to come back from the dead.

"The things you talk me into," Marc said. Not that he'd needed huge amounts of convincing.

Yeah, no, Harley laughed loudly at that as the car pulled to a stop.

"One question," she objected, "and a little bit of hand! But hey, just say the word, we can still back out!"

"You could take it as a compliment," Marc pointed out.

The engine stilled again. Harley turned more towards him.

"You could phrase it as one," she teased. "Or better yet, you can show me."

She leaned in to kiss him. It had been ages since the last one, anyway.

Marc was better with doing than talking anyway. So he had no problem kissing her back. The car being parked meant he didn't have to worry about at least one of them keeping an eye on the road either. Instead he could make up for lost time since the last round in the front seat.

Exactly what Harley wanted him to be doing. She went into it with a familiar kind of eagerness and hunger, like her heartbeat had quickened almost instantly.

And she had both hands free now, so one could slide up to the back of his neck to tell him just how welcome he was to kiss her back as hard as he liked, and the other could go back to reminding him how she'd really convinced him into this.

Since there was nothing they even vaguely had to be mindful of now, Marc didn't hesitate on kissing her harder. He also had some hands free, a problem he fixed by reaching to pull her over into his lap. Possibly a position that could affect how easily she could be using one of her hands but, well, she was clever. Marc was confident she'd figure something out.

It did affect how effective Harley's more... gropey hand could be, but she had a will, so there would probably be a way, too.

She made a noise against his mouth at being moved. It did not sound like an objection.

Good. Because now that getting her onto his lap was out of the way, Marc was going to wrap his arms around her and hold her nice and tight while he deepened that kiss. He got to feel her right up next to him, she got to feel him using his muscles. Win/win?

It wasn't even just the muscles (and make no mistake, the muscles were fantastic) but the tight hold he had on her itself. Something in Harley just went a little liquid at it, languid and safe in a way that she would not have dared to speak out loud.

She could just put the sentiment into returning the kiss, yielding again to just how much he wanted to deepen it.

Whatever he wanted, she wanted to give.

These weren't the sorts of things Marc could articulate by any means. But something in him could pick up on the way Harley responded to him holding her. It brought up an innate sense of rightness and wanting to keep going that Marc was in no way inclined to examine and possibly never would.

Regardless, he rocked her up closer to him. Not a movement without heat, but largely about that closeness. One hand moved down to hold her around her waist, the other moved up to cup the back of her neck, both gestures about keeping her secure and near.

As for what he wanted, he wanted to kiss her like he had the ability to do so whenever he wanted and without hesitation. Like there were no barriers to letting himself have her. Which was how he was kissing her now, if that was what she was giving.

Harley was often bad at picking up where he had walls (even as she walked right through them), but she did notice the moments when there weren't any, and he was like a tidal wave rushing at her.

Perfectly intoxicating.

And it just made her cling to him more, her hand finding his hair again, reminding him she could hold on tight to him, too.

Marc made an approving sound. Harley holding on meant she wasn't going anywhere, and right now Marc liked that very much.

He wasn't going to worry about examining why. It was much better to keep going, acting and feeling and not much else.

Marc moved the hand on her back to start showing his wants there, same as the kissing. And what he wanted was to touch. To move his hand from her back to her hip to her thigh, then up her side to cup at her breast if she let him. Appreciative, but again about letting himself have what she might want to give.

Oh, as soon his hand was sliding upwards, Harley's back arched in a way that pushed her chest forward, towards the touch. He was very much in the clear with her, there.

The nails of her other hand scratched at the side of his neck, like a promise.

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