totalwildcard | Causeway Parking Lot to the Mainland; Later Tuesday Afternoon

Judging by Harley's wistful "mmh" he probably wasn't far off.

"Maybe next time someone's leaves one lying around."

'Cause, yanno, that was how she ended up with these things. People just leaving 'em lying around.

"Or a Ferrari," Marc said, now that he was thinking about it. "Something that says sporty instead of muscle."

He looked at her, considering. "Also red."

"Why red?"

Asked the woman who occasionally adhered to the same red-and-black color scheme that was also currently on display in the tattooed diamonds on her arm.

Batting her lashes.

"Looks faster," Marc said, giving her a grin. He might've been leaning into her personal space a little when he said that.

And here was Harley, so concerned with her personal space that she was leaning up a little bit.

"But then there's no element of surprise."

She looked proud of herself for that one.

"You are constantly surprising," Marc had to admit. While leaning closer still.

All the excuse Harley needed for reaching up to curl her hands into his shirt, so she could just pull him in to meet her for a kiss.

They'd never gotten around to that at the house! It was a travesty!

Gross oversight on someone's part, clearly.

Marc had no problem making up for it though. He put his hands down on either side of Harley, blocking her in as he kissed her back.

One of Harley's hands stayed tangled in his shirt. The other strayed all the way up to his cheek.

She could devote a moment to making up for the oversight. Not with too much heat, but...

Well, a little bit never hurt anyone, right?

Hopefully not, because Marc moved his hands to cup her hips next as he leaned in to get a better angle.

Mutual oversight meant mutual making up, of course.

Very mutual. Harley made a happy, pleased noise in her throat and held on to him just a little tighter.

Like he was going anywhere.

Marc wasn't going anywhere - again the multiverse could note that not being the norm for him. But also in much the same way Harley didn't mind being pulled closer, he didn't mind when she held him tighter. Very possibly for similar reasons.

And oh look, he was pulling her closer now.

Were they supposed to be going somewhere?

Harley made another one of her exclamatory noises, clearly happy to be pulled in. So, not thinking ahead much.

Were they in a rush? Marc - well, the body didn't have anywhere to be until tomorrow night, so...

Now that she was closer Marc moved his hands up to the small of her back. Not that he minded her hips, but there were other parts he could be getting familiar with again too.

Harley's hand that had been so tightly clutching his shirt had abandoned it now.

Which meant that, sorry, whatever he'd been doing with a comb was about to be rendered retroactively futile, as his hair was where those fingers slid next. Sorry not sorry.

Well, if she was going to ruin perfectly combed hair - to say nothing of wrinkling his shirt - then he had no option but to move one hand up to the back of her neck and start lightly massaging it.

That would show her.

Oh yes, turning her into putty, surely that would show her!

And, well, in some respects Harley was much like a toddler: shouldn't leave anything within her reach that you didn't want her to get her grubby hands on or into.

Because that was quite the grip she already had on the hair at the back of his head.

Which Marc absolutely hated. You could tell by the way he deepened the kiss while the hand still on her lower back held her tighter.

Tons of displeasure here. So much. Oodles, even.

Just practically wafting off him, the displeasure! Palpable!

Must've been why Harley kept at it. And yielded to the deepening like she was greedy for it, too.

Being eager was something she could be counted on for.

Any second now Marc might remember where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. But in the meanwhile he could be tangling a hand in her hair and adding some light bites on her lips.

Harley did have a habit of making him forget things in favor of just doing.

It was the lack of impulse control, it was contagious. Between the two of them, they did have a fair bit of smarts, it was just that they kept throwing it all right out the window in moments like this.

Bites and tangling were good. Harley responded by hooking one leg around his. Just trying to bring him closer, that was all!

(Smarts, window.)

If Harley was going to be thoughtful enough to move her leg like that then Marc was going to take shameless advantage to use that hand on her back to haul her closer and get rid of pesky room in between them.

Windows? What windows?

That did not make Harley ease off with the clinging and the everything else in the slightest.

Like sure, the hand in his hair was kind of tugging on his hair now, but it didn't seem like the goal was to move him any further away from her.

That was good. Because the result was him kissing her harder, which did require him being very much in her space.

The hand on her back started to move to her side and then up and okay then he had enough memory of where they were to at least stop that before it went too far.

Aw, but it pulled such a disappointed sound from Harley!

Whose hooked leg and the ensuing lack of space between them, specifically between their respective hips, was also beginning to approach 'too far'.

She would've blamed him, for being too enticing.

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