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]

"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.

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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.

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"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.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's breathing got quicker as he again bucked up into her. Or as much as he could in their current position. His hand on her back tightened as something far nicer to hold on to than the front seat.

He flashed her a warm grin. "I'd say you drive me crazy, but..."

If they couldn't joke like that with each other, then who?

[totalwildcard]

"Too late!" Harley snickered. "But I can make you all kindsa other things instead."

Which she would continue kicking up a notch in just a moment, after this heated (but warm, too, in a different way) kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc kissed her back, heated but also warm in its own way. He was smiling into it for a start. With his other hand he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin in silent appreciation.

[totalwildcard]

See, this was exactly the sort of thing to skew Harley's understanding of how often and how easily he smiled. She lingered with it for a good long moment, making sure there wasn't a single bit of his smile left unkissed before she pulled back a fraction. Her hand gave him one last thorough fondle through the fabric, then moved to the top of his boxers.

"Come on now, time to unleash the beast!"

... This was who you chose to spend time with, Marc. In her purest form.

[hasaknightjob]

The thing about that was that it took a lot to surprise Marc. If it had been just the chaos it might not have done anything for him. After a lifetime of his own, chaos was chaos. It didn't move him.

But Harley's brand came with such joy that it didn't matter if it was crude, or blunt, or any of the other things that might bother other people. Her way of finding unfiltered delight in things was what kept surprising him and leaving him wanting more.

Well, one of the things about Harley that left him wanting more. Her hand was doing a really good job there as well. Which was visually apparent as soon as she got his underwear out of the way.

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And took up all of Harley's focus as soon as she had. Complete with an utterly sincere dreamy little sigh. "Oh, there you are, gorgeous."

And of course her hand was already on him again. Skin against skin at last, for a light stroke that may have been more about Harley's desire to feel her hand properly around him than about anything else.

But it would've been difficult to argue there was nothing in it for him.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't arguing. Marc wasn't saying much, actually. There was a hitch in his breath and a sigh of pleasure of his own, but right now his world was rapidly narrowing to the feeling of Harley's hand.

It was a good world, for the record.

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So was Harley's. Her figurative field of vision was always a little on the narrow side, focused on whatever happened to be in front of her in any given moment, and yet it felt like a lot of stuff had just... fallen away, unimportant.

Including distractions.

She was smiling at him, equal parts smugly pleased and just warm, while she gave him a few more slow strokes, like the goal was to make him ache.

[hasaknightjob]

It was working. Marc's head fell back against the seat. There was no headrest so he shifted down so he could still look at Harley, albeit with half lidded eyes.

He took advantage of the shifting to push up even more into her hand. Not demanding anything in particular like speed. Just more, in however she wanted to define it.

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"Oh look at you, gettin' all comfy," Harley teased, her smile curving into more of a smirk, as if she hadn't just shifted with him to accommodate things better.

And as if she didn't read that more in his hips and respond by making sure her thumb in particular moved where it had the most impact, dragging along the underside, brushing over the head.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc could tease her back or he could kiss her. Kissing required a lot less words, so he went with that one. Though there was still feedback to be had in the way he groaned and nipped at her lips whenever she touched in him just the right way. Also in how he grew more restless underneath her.

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At least Harley was kind enough to lean into it so he didn't have to abandon what she'd just been teasing him about?

Of course, Harley managed to also get a wet lick or two in, against his bottom lip. A tease and a promise all in one.

While her hand kept moving, and clearly taking in the feedback on what he liked.

[hasaknightjob]

Some might even say Harley was nice. Though Harley wasn't the one who made a habit of trying to deny that.

Marc moved the hand on her back up to tangle in her hair, holding her close for kisses that got hungrier the more her hand around him did its thing. The kiss also suggested that what thoughts Marc had at the moment entirely involved things he could do to her, or she to him, and what they didn't get to in the car was going on the list for when they were back at her place.

Maybe they wouldn't have time for all of them, but they could certainly try.