Somewhere on the Mainland; Sunday Early Evening

[totalwildcard]

You asked Harley, it was a pretty good Sunday, so far.

She'd started out her day with no plan, and yet by happy accident (and it was definitely an accident, and not someone somewhere making room in a shared schedule to facilitate things, or anything deliberate on the part of anyone directly involved!) she'd run into Marc, and that had sparked a simple and easy plan after all: to drive him to the mainland for dinner, at a restaurant she'd overheard someone talking about on one of her off-island jaunts earlier in the week. It was supposed to be a family-run, no-nonsense little Italian place, and exactly the sort of thing Harley was in the mood for, especially right now with the company she had.

So life was indeed pretty good!

And Harley's mood wasn't soured even by finding out there was actually no parking available right by the restaurant. After some searching, she'd managed to find a spot some blocks away - which was to say, she'd sniped it from right under someone's nose with a truly reckless move. Which had led to some blaring horns from other cars. Which was all good in Harley's book! She had more important things to be thinking about, anyway!

"And the tiramisu's supposed to be amazing," she was saying, as they got out of the car. "Like, 'someone's 97-year-old tiny little Italian grandma made it' kind of amazing. D'you think they'd let me order that for an app and not just dessert?"

(NFB for distance, for the one modded with permission + some NPCs)

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[totalwildcard]

"Well look at you takin' the risk, then," Harley retorted, and pressed a kiss to his temple.

[hasaknightjob]

"What's the saying?" Marc asked. He cracked his eyes open just enough to look at her. "High risk, high reward?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley just snickered.

The sound was softer than usual.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc pulled Harley's hand down lower towards the center of his chest. Yes, that was over his heart but that was just because it was an easier spot for both of them to rest their hands. Nothing meaningful about it.

"Not where I expected the night to go."

[totalwildcard]

"Is that just a saying?" Harley wondered, as her hand settled again, fingers splayed against his skin like she needed to cover as much of it as possible. "Or did ya really have expectations?"

[hasaknightjob]

"We were going to a restaurant," Marc pointed out. "Felt like a reasonable expectation we'd get there."

Possibly unreasonable considering how often they got distracted in parking lots, actually.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, that's fair," Harley admitted in a murmur. "'Less we got stuck in the car. That coulda kept us from the restaurant, too."

Because the parking lot memories were good ones.

[hasaknightjob]

"Kinda would've expected that," Marc said. He indicated their current situation with a nod of his head. Because doing so with his hands would've meant letting go of her. Which was bad for reasons of both their comfort and nothing else. "Didn't expect bath."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, baths you should never try to expect," Harley teased, and nuzzled at the curve of his neck a little bit, as if that was making some kind of a point. "Baths will just come to you from the heavens when ya need one."

Joking? Joking.

[hasaknightjob]

That got a quiet laugh out of him even as he tilted his head to give her more room to work with.

"Pretty sure that's rain."

[totalwildcard]

So Harley obliged that bit of generosity with more nuzzling, with maybe a little bit of mouthing at his neck thrown in for good measure.

"Oh, you often find yourself relaxing in a tub when it rains? 'S not the most efficient way of filling anything up."

[hasaknightjob]

There was something about being with Harley like this. Her behind him, arms around him, nuzzling and joking with him - it did something not just in Marc's chest but deep inside. Something he couldn't define. Maybe he wasn't in a headspace where it would even be smart to examine it too closely right now. But he didn't want to move away, that was for sure.

"Don't often find myself in a tub," he told her. "More of a shower guy."

[totalwildcard]

Harley didn't want him examining a goddamn thing right now. She just wanted him to stay in the moment.

With her.

"'Cause you're so fuckin' efficient," she teased, burying it in a faux grumpy groan against his neck.

Harley was not efficient. Harley was... whatever word was defined by how there were three rubber duckies perched on the lip of the tub at the opposite end of it. (Modern ones, not vintage like the ones guarding his booze in the office.) Or how there were like four different shower gels on offer in the tray that housed such things.

"You complete tasks. Well not tonight, mister!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was also into staying in the moment right now. The with her was very much a part of it. If he'd been alone he'd have gone right for the booze and not looked back. Hell, he could have made himself alone by straight up leaving.

But he hadn't. It wasn't any of his usual ways of handling things but there it was. He'd opted to stay. And here he was.

With the woman with far too many shower gels.

"Not true," Marc said in mock protest. "Sometimes I black out."

If you couldn't mental illness humor with your fellow crazy person, when could you?

[totalwildcard]

"That's just an even more efficient way to get through things," Harley informed him, on a laugh, voice going just a fraction more squeaky, "so it doesn't count!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was proud of that laugh. He wasn't even going to hide it.

"Sometimes means I don't finish," he pointed out. "So it does count."

The so there was silent but fairly clear.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh God, I would hate it if you didn't finish," Harley replied - making a dirty joke, because of course she was. "Okay, okay, I'll allow it!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had possibly used that phrasing just for her.

"Makes two of us?"

In case his preferences about her finishing had yet to be clear.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I think you would be beside yourself," Harley teased with a smirk, because you know what? His preferences there had been crystal clear for a while. "If you couldn't make sure I finished."

[hasaknightjob]

"Not my fault you look good," Marc told her.

Okay he'd cared about that even before he knew what the results were like but shhhh. Meant nothing.

[totalwildcard]

"It's just for your own gratification?" Harley teased, pressing her lips to his temple. "So you can get yourself a hot visual to store up in your head and down in your dick for a rainy day? Good, that's a good reason."

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't keep my memories in my dick," Marc said. He unconsciously shifted his position enough to make it easier for Harley to kiss him like that. "Maybe I should. Can't be worse than my brain."

[totalwildcard]

"Maybe you should try it," Harley agreed, with this definitely not nonsensical proposition, while nuzzling at the side of his head. "At least for the dick-related memories."

[hasaknightjob]

"My dick related memories are pretty specific these days," Marc said. Because when there was nonsense sometimes you just had to lean into it. "But there's a lot of 'em. Might not be room."

[totalwildcard]

And like any time he chose to lean into the nonsense, Harley sounded absolutely delighted.

"Oh, you just gotta roll 'em up real tight in there," she snickered, right against his skin over the pulse point under his jaw. "Besides, there'll be more room while you're makin' new memories..."