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]

Once she was safely out, Marc immediately pulled her into his arms to kiss her. Nice, long, and soft.

He'd been waiting a while to do that. He didn't see a point in waiting any longer.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's pleased hum said she had no objections. Well, that, and her immediate lean right into it, too.

And every other response in kind.

[hasaknightjob]

Normally having a wet and naked Harley right up against him would've sparked immediate passion inside of him. And it didn't not. Marc was very much enjoying it as he kept kissing her. But with everything that had happened that night the heat and hunger right now was different. Not red hot flame. Rather a deep and all over need. Like there was something missing only she could provide.

[totalwildcard]

Harley couldn't read minds but he could read vibes, and there was something here that put a shiver in her spine.

Her arms settled over his shoulders. She kissed him like he was... precious, somehow.

Like there was a reason she'd tried so hard to relax him back into his body.

[hasaknightjob]

Meanwhile Marc was kissing her with all the words he didn't have for how she'd done that for him - hell, that he'd let her.

This was whole new territory for him. He didn't even know what you should say for something like this. But he could do actions. He could kiss her like she was nothing he could've ever imagined and he wanted every part of her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley wasn't expecting him to say a damn thing. Harley was kissing him like he deserved all her attention.

And also like she was trying to fill whatever void had been created by not kissing him all evening long.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was happy to help give Harley whatever she was looking for. He held her tight against him, one hand around her shoulders, the other on her backside, as he kissed her nice and deep.

She wasn't the only one with an empty tank.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave a hum and sighed right into it, relaxing a little further in his arms. Going boneless wasn't really an option right here, but the response to feeling like she was being really held still willed out.

He really had a way of making her a little light-headed.

[hasaknightjob]

The time spent working on the body had to be good for something, right? Sometimes fighting, sometimes holding up the woman you were kissing like if it was the last thing you did you'd be okay with that.

If Harley wanted to lean on him, Marc was more than okay with that. She'd let him feel what it was like to lean on somebody else. He didn't mind giving her that in return.

[totalwildcard]

Harley had spent a lot of her life trying to lean on people who let her fall onto her face, instead. That wasn't lost on her. As much as she wasn't letting it get anywhere near her conscious thoughts, it still wasn't lost on her.

"Missed ya," came murmured out of her mouth, somewhere in the middle of things, soft and nonsensical.

[hasaknightjob]

Nonsensical or not, Marc kind of got it all the same.

"I always come back," he replied in kind. Which in this particular case had been new but that'd been thanks to her. So still seemed worth repeating.

He'd had vague thoughts about grabbing a towel and helping her dry off. But in practicality that meant letting go of her and he didn't want to do that. So instead he went the opposite directly entirely and tried to hike her up so he could carry her over to the bedroom.

[totalwildcard]

Tried and succeeded! Harley was Harley, so she was sparing no thoughts at all to drying off or to how she could or should have left the tub draining. The first sign Marc gave of what he wanted to do and she practically hopped up onto him.

She didn't want him to let her go, either.

[hasaknightjob]

Now Marc had all the more reason to hold her tight. Good thing he'd been at Harley's place enough by now that he knew the way from the bathroom to her bed fairly well. That way he could navigate it while devoting some of his attention to still kissing her.

If it was any other time he might've stopped along the way to press her up against a hard surface the way she liked. But right now what Marc wanted was them both lying down full on next to each other. Close was the word of the moment. He wanted to be very very close.

[totalwildcard]

So they agreed, because Harley was hoping to stay as close as she could get to him. And sure, she was clinging to him like she was because she didn't want him to drop her, but it was also the perfect excuse.

And she really was being very clingy.

[hasaknightjob]

Clingy was okay. Marc liked her holding on to him on the best of occasions and tonight - well tonight had been tonight. Extra clingy was more than okay.

(It sort of tied into the whole thing where Marc had physically and mentally stayed instead of leaving, and how he was dimly aware she'd wanted him to stay through all that, and how he had some kind of feelings about that combination on both their parts. But that was a lot of thinking and instead they could just be holding each other and holding each other was better.)

Marc navigated them to Harley's bed and moved to set her down, taking no time in going with her so he could be on top of her as they both laid down and got comfortable.

[totalwildcard]

Harley welcomed his weight on her again. Might have even gone as far as to say she craved it, like it was something that could settle her. Explained why she was so willing and eager to keep all four limbs around him, too.

Above them, the little shelf had been fortified with some police tape across the front, to keep things from falling over the edge. (Why did Harley have police tape? Why wouldn't Harley have police tape?) And as for the headboard? Some thick romance paperbacks had been duct taped to the wall to act as a cushion.

Harley was great at simple and effective DIY.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc would notice the updates to the decor later. Right now he was focused on Harley under him and around him and how right that felt.

He settled in between her legs, resting his hands on either side of her, and kept kissing. Longer, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world.

[totalwildcard]

One of Harley's hands settled at the middle of his back, idly rubbing slow circles into his skin. The other brushed up into his hair, playing with his curls.

Her lips parted further, giving him more. As much as he wanted, really.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wanted her. Not purely physical, though there was that. Something more. A feeling of connection that had flickered into being at several points during the night. Marc wanted that, but more.

So when she offered, he kissed her deeper. At the same time he moved one hand up to her cheek to caress it, touching her like she was something priceless.

[totalwildcard]

Harley smiled. Sort of, anyway: it was in the little twitch of her cheek under his hand. A little pull of her lips under his.

And less directly, it was in the way her fingers rubbed at the back of his neck, too. Still mostly in his hair, high enough to steer clear of the chain.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't tense right now - not even for Marc - but even so that movement at the back of his neck relaxed him.

He melted into her, gently rocking against her as another way to make their bodies fit together with almost no space between.

[totalwildcard]

Harley liked that. She let him know by hiking her legs just a little further up his hips, as if her intention was to curl around him in every way that she could.

Which it probably was. Trying to become just one thing, pressed all flush together, was an attractive prospect.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc rocked into her again when she did that, like she'd been asking a question and he was giving his answer.

He moved the hand on her cheek down, caressing her neck and shoulder with his fingertips. Between kisses he murmured "Beautiful" in a way that wasn't entirely about her looks.

[totalwildcard]

It didn't feel like it was, either. If there'd been any real room for Harley to shiver in, she might have.

Instead, she found herself breathing, haltingly, "God, I want you a stupid amount." And it didn't sound purely physical, either. That was a part of it, of course, but it felt to Harley like --

Like maybe a tool towards whatever unnamed thing she actually craved, deep down.

[hasaknightjob]

That got one of those exhales that sounded like laughter out of Marc. Also a bemused grin for the phrasing.

He kept moving his hand lower, fingertips skimming along the sensitive skin of her side. "Sounds like the right amount when it's me."