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]

It did not! And Harley, for one, was extremely glad of that fact, making a happy little noise while arching her back again, pushing her chest up, because far be it from her not to facilitate his efforts.

"Oh, biting's a good choice."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc could take requests. He bit again, harder, timing it with a likewise harder squeeze of his hand.

[totalwildcard]

"Fuck," Harley said, in that sighy, shivery way that made it sound like a much sweeter word. This time, pushing her chest up and out was more impulse than anything else.

Shifting on his lap was likewise somewhat involuntary. Good, though.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had no objection to that shifting in his lap. It was nice positive feedback that told him he should keep going with his teeth and his hand.

And maybe shift up into her in return, since verbal feedback on his side wasn't happening.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's hands had found their way onto his shoulders, like she needed the support. It was one kind of feedback, too.

But so was her little "Yes yes yes yes" as she squirmed to properly meet his shifting. For a given value of proper?

Actually it was pretty improper. The white-hot thoughts that went with it certainly were.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc grinned. Harley's reaction was... charming. He was going to go with charming instead of any other words with more complicated implications.

(Endearing, for example.)

As for encouragement, Marc stopped kneading her breast. He moved his mouth over to replace his hand so she wouldn't be entirely bereft. His hand he moved lower, over her stomach, the front of her pants, and then pressing lower still to get between her legs.

[totalwildcard]

"Oooh."

This time, when Harley shifted just a little, it was to make sure he had the room to do just whatever the hell he wanted. Anticipation was immediately boiling over.

[hasaknightjob]

What Marc wanted was to cup her through her pants, then start providing some direct friction.

Well, he wanted a few more things than that. But for right now with the limitations of their location and position, using his hand to amp up her sensations would work.

[totalwildcard]

Harley had zero problem with the wants he was able to follow through on right now. Absolutely none.

And how did he know that?

Why, by the whimpery noise and the way Harley's hips immediately tried to buck against his hand, of course!

[hasaknightjob]

Those were some nice noises. So much so that Marc moved back up to kiss her so she could be making them against his mouth. At the same time, he applied more pressure with his hand, moving it in a circular motion as the heel of his hand made sure all of that was hitting Harley in the right spot.

[totalwildcard]

And just like that, Harley was muffling a groan against his lips, while her fingers dug a little tighter into his shoulders. Which just provided her the added bonus of feeling the movement of muscles under one of her hands while his hand moved.

Turned out she'd had more than enough time to get all kinds of sensitive, and now damn near all of her attention was being drawn down to that.

[hasaknightjob]

That was good, because Marc wanted to keep that trend going for her. He shifted his hand so that he could take advantage of the seam in her pants to help provide even more friction. He kept a steady pace, wanting to build the heat she was feeling before getting her to the peak.

[totalwildcard]

Excellent way to keep Harley all noisy and restless in his arms, too!

"How are you so --" she started, breathlessly, against his mouth, but didn't even find the right word to end on. Another whine, equal parts deeply needy and happy, would have to do.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't mind the lack of closure on that sentence. Right now he was enjoying taking in Harley enjoying herself. She was gorgeous and the view and her movements built heat right where she was most restless.

(The idea she trusted him enough to let him do this and to come apart in his arms meant nothing. Not a factor. Don't worry about it.)

Marc increased his pace, trying to get her to that point of no return, and savoring every indication that she liked it.

[totalwildcard]

How was Harley supposed to not trust him with this, anyway? Lemme take care of you lived in her head rent-free and had done so since he'd first said it.

His pace increased, and just about everything about Harley followed suit. Her nails harsher in his shoulders. The restless movements, twitchy and needy and yet curiously controlled enough not to interfere with what he was doing. The noises, getting louder and more keening, a 'please please please' quality to them even when there were no words.

And, after a moment of all that, a telltale tremor starting up in her thighs. Just that last bit of tension building up. Soon.

[hasaknightjob]

As that final tension built, Marc kept his speed and movement right where it was doing it for her. At least with his hand. At her mouth he kissed and bit. Though his own heat was very much building, he was still able to say words like, "That's it. I gotcha, Doc. Fuck, you're gorgeous." and so on.

[totalwildcard]

And what was a girl to do with so much reassurance?

Apparently respond with a very whimpery, "Marc, baby, plea--" that dissolved fully into a loud cry mid-word as the tension came to a head in a way that left no doubts about her level of enjoying herself, between how she shuddered and how her hips bucked against his hand one last time and stayed there.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc kissed and rubbed her through it, paying attention to make sure he was giving her what she needed for the high and subsequent come down. He kept murmuring things like "That's it, I've gotcha" between kisses.

[totalwildcard]

It definitely added an extra layer of fluff to whatever Cloud Nine Harley was currently floating on, while she panted and gasped her way through the rest of the pleasure he drew from her body, even as the tension in the rest of her body slowly fell away.

Eventually, she slumped against his shoulder, with a drawn out "Fuuuuck" on a dreamy sigh and a little chuckle.

[hasaknightjob]

"That'll be when we get back to your place," Marc said. Since again, pants. In the meanwhile he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. And maybe tried to think some cooling thoughts for himself.

[totalwildcard]

Harley chuckled. It sounded a little hoarse.

But she also turned her head so that she could press a few lazy little kisses against the side of his neck. While otherwise staying all slumped on top of him. "Oh, you wanna wait, do ya?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc tilted his head to give her better access. "I didn't say that..."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, you didn't?" Harley purred, taking the invitation and using it for a little nip or two. Playful and light. "Then what did you say?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Just the fucking," Marc said. He moved one hand up and down Harley's back, encouraging her to keep doing what she was doing. "Whole lotta other stuff still available."

[totalwildcard]

"That's more like it," Harley agreed, with much approval in her tone. She shifted just a little, so she could grace his neck with several more bites and kisses with more ease. "There's more hand stuff," she murmured, "and mouth stuff..."

The timing of the lick right after that was no accident.