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]

"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."

[totalwildcard]

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."

[totalwildcard]

"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.

[totalwildcard]

"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.

[totalwildcard]

That worked, too! Smart of him to get some more kissing in now, anyway, because in a while, her mouth was going to be... occupied.

Harley was happy to throw herself into it, while her hand continued to work to get him to a point of really needing to get out of his pants.

[hasaknightjob]

Which was not that - ahem - difficult to do, since Marc had been banking a lot of desire since all the way back at the island's parking lot. Let alone what watching Harley lose control had done to him. Now that all he needed to focus on was the feeling of what Harley's skilled fingers were doing to him, it didn't take long before he was saying a heated "Fuck - " against her mouth as he jutted up into her hand.

[totalwildcard]

"Not until we get back to miii-iiine," Harley sing-songed in response, in that very special happily smug tone of hers, with a giggle after it. Because vexing loved a callback, sometimes.

[hasaknightjob]

"Damn it," Marc said, but it was about how he had to break away to laugh. Not far. But far enough he could look at her in a way that suggested there were very few people who could get that kind of reaction out of him and she was holding a very significant spot on that list.

(Maybe there were other words that could apply too, but these worked. These he could handle.)

[totalwildcard]

"You brought that on yourself," Harley informed him, absolutely unrepentant in the face of his look (just ignoring the warmth in her chest again) as was right and proper, and ducked in to give him a smacking kiss on the cheek.

Like the pain that she was.

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm blaming you anyway," Marc said, with nothing remotely serious behind it. Particularly since he followed it up with another kiss that indicated even if there was blame, it was a fine line between blame and credit where due.

[totalwildcard]

As it so often was.

Harley kissed him back, but did not forget about her hand in the process. Hey, for all that she'd been an ass about it, she'd loved hearing him sound like he had.

[hasaknightjob]

This time she got a groan out of him. He moved his hand down her back to hold her tight. Not so close that she couldn't move. More that his grip was tighter, making it clear he liked where she was and what she was doing. Not that the reaction she was getting under her hand was leaving a lot of room for doubt.

[totalwildcard]

Harley grinned against his lips, so safe to say she was getting the correct idea about his thinking!

Not to mention how perfect he felt under her fondling hand, sparking thoughts for later that she then fed into the kiss. Happily dirty, if that was a thing.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was having thoughts of his own about later, which the movement of his hips was probably giving some indication of. He kissed and sucked at her lips, muttering in between, "So fucking distracting - " in a way that was clearly a compliment.

[totalwildcard]

"Thank you," Harley whispered in return because yup, clear compliment.

Her free hand slid off his shoulder, finally.

[hasaknightjob]

Which got another laugh out of him. Not so much he had to move back. More it was a sound against her lips as a brief interruption of the kissing. She was just so -

Charming. The word of the moment was going to be charming.

Also the distracting was still in effect which was why it didn't take long for Marc to get that kiss back to heated again.

[totalwildcard]

Which in itself was, ironically enough, a little distracting!

But Harley had already proven her stellar multitasking skills earlier, so it was no surprise she could pour a little mutual heat into the kiss and still manage to get both her hands to undoing his pants.

[hasaknightjob]

On the plus side Marc's distraction made him highly motivated to help her, so he moved as needed to make her job easier.

Still hungrily kissing her though. The heat had to go somewhere while the rest of him was being helpful.

[totalwildcard]

Harley managed to get the button undone, the zipper down, before getting distracted into a brief detour of feeling him up through his boxers. Just taking advantage of the little tease inherent in almost skin on skin.

"Oh yes," got sighed against his mouth, the appreciation evident.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc groaned. First with relief when the pressure of his pants was finally out of the way. Then with the good kind of frustration when Harley's hand made contact again.

"What you do to me..." Marc murmured back between kisses. His tone implying that she was a marvel.

So to speak.

[totalwildcard]

"Makes ya get all kinds of keyed up?" Harley supplied, biting at his lips again, with one of those particularly clever moves of her hand. Putting friction on sensitive spots.