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]

Harley's mouth pulled off him with a faintly wet gasp.

But whatever desire for getting her breath fully back she had, it could wait, as she did in fact sit up, eager to meet him for a kiss.

Her lips felt a little puffy and like they were ever so slightly stinging, but that was really just extra spice for her.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc still felt a little hazy, so right now all he wanted to do was kiss her like it was muscle memory - and maybe by now it sometimes was. Whatever the reason, the kiss was soft, with gentle sucking at her lips, and even something like nuzzling at her cheek a little.

[totalwildcard]

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Harley could respond in kind, keeping it gentle and soft with a little something else around the edges that they didn't need to talk about. Her hand cradled his cheek.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not bad, Doc," Marc murmured when he was finally able to make words again. Not lots of words, but you had to start somewhere. Hopefully him kissing her and massaging the back of her neck helped convey a bit more.

[totalwildcard]

It did, and anyway, Harley also chuckled all soft and hoarse.

"Not bad, huh?" she teased, and nipped gently at his lips. "Good thing your body speaks more elaborate, sweetie."

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty good?" Marc offered now that the blood was going back to other parts of his body. He kissed her between each suggestion. "Hot? Sexy? Fucking distracting?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered into one of the kisses.

"Yes, go on, keep goin'."

[hasaknightjob]

"Pain in the ass," Marc said, but both tone and the fact that he was still talking between kisses made it clear that was not a complaint. He kept going. "Beautiful. Nice. Fun..."

[totalwildcard]

Harley wore 'pain in the ass' like a badge of honor anyway! But getting continued kisses was better.

"See," she murmured, a smile in her voice, "now you can say you have fun."

Sex with her counted, since she was fun!

[hasaknightjob]

"I have you from time to time," Marc said, still with the kissing. "That count?"

[totalwildcard]

"That's what I was sayin'!"

So, a resounding yes.

And a bite or two on his lip. Gentle and playful, more than anything.

[hasaknightjob]

Given her overall demeanor Marc felt like he could guess the answer. But even so he did take a second to look her over and ask, "You good?"

Couldn't hurt to be sure.

[totalwildcard]

Yeah, Harley just laughed.

"I'm great!" she said. "I mean, you might have a problem with how smug I feel over what just happened, and I got things goin' on downstairs like I could go for round two, but really those just add to the great."

[hasaknightjob]

"Good," Marc said. He moved his hand to idly toy with the hair at the back of Harley's neck. "Because I've got some ideas about rounds two and three."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh yeah?"

What, like she wasn't going to at least try and prompt him when he said that? With a happy sigh for how he was touching her hair, too.

[hasaknightjob]

"Somebody said something about pie," Marc said. Because he could remember some things with the right motivation.

[totalwildcard]

"I did say somethin' about pie, yeah."

And just look at that smirk on her.

[hasaknightjob]

"Then after I'd like to remind myself what it feels like in places beside your mouth," Marc said.

Not that her mouth had been in any way disappointing.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I was gonna say," Harley said immediately, eyebrows as comically high as they would go, "if we get back to mine and you don't find the time to toss me on the bed and have your way with me however you like, we're gonna have a problem!"

Why say 'I'd like that' when you could say all this instead?

[hasaknightjob]

"Or up against a wall?" Marc asked.

Again amazing how the memory worked with the right motivation.

[totalwildcard]

"Either," Harley assured him. "Or both! We got time!"

She was pretty sure they did, anyway!

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm not objecting," Marc said. Steven didn't need the body back until tomorrow and Watts already knew Marc wasn't planning on coming home tonight. "All of that's probably better at your place. Only so much room even in this car."

[totalwildcard]

"It doesn't have the walls for it," Harley had to sadly agree. Or at least with a wistful sigh.

And she patted a patch of seat beside her. "But it sure has proved itself good for something."

[hasaknightjob]

"Not how I expected the drive to go," Marc admitted.

Not that he was complaining.

[totalwildcard]

"Rougher ride than you were expecting?"