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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[hasaknightjob]

Could you laugh proudly? Because Marc was laughing proudly.

"Keeping up with you, Doc."

[totalwildcard]

Harley just beamed harder in response to the laugh. "Well, cut it out!" she said, on a laugh, while certainly not wanting him to cut it out. She'd seen him on the couch, and she much preferred this. "We can't both be pains!"

They most certainly could.

"Ya gotta provide some contrast."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc held up their entwined hands, turning them to show Harley's pale skin against his own. "This isn't enough?"

[totalwildcard]

"Ya know what I mean," Harley replied, with the most purely-for-show eyeroll possible.

If it ended in Harley just watching their hands and how the warmth in his skin tone made hers look extra pale, so be it.

[hasaknightjob]

"That we look good together?" Marc said, as though that's what she meant, "Guess you're right."

No, he was not done being a pain in the ass yet. The eyerolls were basically a reward.

[totalwildcard]

"Of course we look good together," Harley retorted, "that goes without sayin'."

She flexed her fingers between his. Suppose that was meant to be demonstrative.

The squeeze she gave his fingers, however, was just... a squeeze. For fun. Definitely fun rather than affection.

"But I should kick your ass outta my tub for tryin' to -- trying to out-menace me!"

[hasaknightjob]

The squeeze Marc gave back was obviously out of instinct or something. Everyone knew he didn't have fun or feel affection.

"You like my ass too much," he replied.

[totalwildcard]

"But I like lookin' at it walking away, too," Harley retorted.

[hasaknightjob]

"Can't fault you there," Marc said. "I've watched you plenty."

And would keep doing it if at all possible.

[totalwildcard]

"As you should." That included keeping at it. "My ass is fantastic. But you've known that for a while."

[hasaknightjob]

"Had worse views in my life," Marc said. "Your front's pretty good too."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, is it?" Harley teased, with a big grin. "I hadn't noticed ya enjoying it."

She'd noticed it plenty.

[hasaknightjob]

"I'd look at you in the reflection in the faucet but some asshole's sitting in the way," Marc replied.

He did have something of an uncanny ability at spotting reflective surfaces.

[totalwildcard]

"Hey!" Harley objected, although with a snicker. "That asshole's just fine where he is!"

Not refuting the 'asshole' part of things, of course.

"So guess you'll just have to wait to get any friendlier than this with my front."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc may have had a hint of a smile at her saying he was fine where he was. Maybe. could've been a trick of the light.

He shifted a little bit against her, since that was where any contact with her front was happening. "Guess I'll make do with what I've got."

[totalwildcard]

"And you can just daydream about what ya wanna do after," Harley suggested, oh so helpful. While responding to his shifting with one of her own, as if to say that why yes, that was her whole chest all pressed up against his skin. "If it still counts as daydreamin'."

At whatever hour it was by now.

[hasaknightjob]

"Instead of a wish list?" Marc said. He wasn't not enjoying the feel of her back there, that was for sure. "Goals?"

[totalwildcard]

"An extremely wet wet dream?" Harley offered.

Because she had to.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc groaned. But he sucked at acting so it was obvious he didn't fully mean it.

[totalwildcard]

"What?" Harley asked, laughing, clearly pleased with herself again. "Ya can't tell me it's not accurate!"

[hasaknightjob]

"We ever go swimming, I'm dunking you," Marc said.

The odds he would remember the reason were small. The odds he'd try dunking her anyway on general principle were larger.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh! I don't know how to swim," Harley informed him. Brightly, like it was no big deal. "So we're not going swimming."

[hasaknightjob]

"Really?" Marc asked. Not judgemental, but surprised. She was so good about other physical stuff he'd assumed. "Do you wanna learn?"

[totalwildcard]

"I meant to?" Harley replied, shrugging. "After I almost drowned?"

No, not that time, another one!

"But then I went straight to jail, and yanno how it is, I just never got around to it."

[hasaknightjob]

"No indoor pool in jail?" Marc asked. "Next time get pinched for white collar crime."