Causeway Parking Lot to the Mainland; Later Tuesday Afternoon

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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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[hasaknightjob]

Marc turned his head to give a light bite at her lips. "Good. You're the one I want doing it."

[totalwildcard]

"I wasn't gonna hand you over to someone else," Harley promised against his lips. "'Got mine, someone get this guy his.'"

[hasaknightjob]

Yeah, that was going to get Harley a full on kiss that lasted for a bit. Marc wasn't going to spend any time thinking about why, he was just going to do it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley wasn't going to ask, either.

Granted, a lot of that was because she was far too busy kissing him back. She even righted herself a little more from her slump to properly do so, her hand sneaking up to cradle his cheek.

Whatever the latest unexamined impulse was rooted in, it may have been a little bit mutual.

[hasaknightjob]

Eventually Marc pulled back enough to look at Harley. Kind of studying her, but for what he couldn't say.

"Yeah, that's nice."

He couldn't fully define the that there either. Just that it felt appropriate.

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"Something's gotta be, since you won't," Harley replied, but for a quip it was a whole lot of soft around the edges.

[hasaknightjob]

"I got a rep to maintain," Marc said. Also far too tossed off to remotely be a real quip.

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"Your rep is safe with me."

Maybe she'd shake off some of the softness if she stole another quick kiss?

Or maybe she was stealing one just because.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let her steal it. Which possibly meant it wasn't really stolen if it was freely given but, yanno, whatever. Vibes.

"I knew I was in good hands," Marc said. Just for her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's delighted snicker said the set-up was appreciated. "Not yet you're not," she said. "But real soon."

As soon as she'd find the energy to move a bit. Which she was rapidly gathering!

[hasaknightjob]

"Not like I mind what I've got," Marc told her, kissing along her jaw.

It was a lapful of Harley. There were a whole lotta worse things in the multiverse.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, was that you not minding, what you just did?" Harley teased, while tilting her to make his kissing easier. (She liked it, because let's face it, anything that put his mouth near her ear was apparently a hit.) "Coulda fooled me!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc quirked his eyebrows up. Which was possibly difficult to see while kissing his way back towards her ear, but there was tone of voice as well. "I struck you as having a problem?"

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"Oh yeah, big problem," Harley replied, with a happy little shiver because she was predictable like that sometimes. "Fumbling around with your armful of broad, completely unsure what to do with her..."

Patently untrue and laid on too thick, to boot! Because she was hilarious.

[hasaknightjob]

"I didn't mention I was a virgin?" Marc replied.

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And now sorry to his ears, because Harley's laugh was as loud as it was sudden (as it was bright).

She let her head flop against his shoulder, and still mid-snicker, informed him, "That woulda been pertinent information!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Kinda trying to picture what you would have done with that now," Marc admitted.

He may have also been smiling at her laughing. Shhhh.

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"I woulda taken you to school," Harley assured him, once she could breathe properly again. "Starting with where the most important nerve endings are, and then working things out from there! Vulva Pleasure 101, and a treat for every successful orgasm."

[hasaknightjob]

"Guess I could've suffered through it," Marc said. He moved his hand up to idly toy with the hair at the back of her neck. "Sorry to disappoint you coming in way too late to try."

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Harley's hand was just as idle about slowly trailing down his chest.

"Oh trust me, I am just fine with the skill level I showed up to," she told him. "Like please, if I didn't know how great your dick feels, I'd be tryin' to put you on rubbing duty only!"

[hasaknightjob]

That got a chuckle out of Marc. "I aim to please. For the right person."

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"And I'm a right person?" Harley asked. Her hand slid from his chest down over his stomach. "Well lucky me, 'cause I feel thorougly seen-to, and you didn't even get me out of any of my clothes! Or go under them! That's skill."

And finally down over the bulge in his pants. Harley was absolutely planning a more direct approach, and soon, but no harm in reminding him of how her touch felt like this, first. Cupping him firmly through the fabric.

[hasaknightjob]

"We've got a whole night," Marc replied. "'course if you want one and done - "

Whatever the punchline there had been got left off when Harley's hand was far more deserving of his attention. As the movement of his hips also indicated.

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"I didn't say that!"

Anyway, hello. Harley's clever fingers and palm found their way to apply pressure and friction much more precisely than her restless hips ever could have. Because of course she needed to give him even more reason to be moving.

[hasaknightjob]

How about more reasons to be kissing? Because Marc pulled her in for that as reinforcement for what she was doing. Just in case feeling him get harder and moving into her hand wasn't enough indication.