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]

Harley inhaled through her nose in response - not sharp but deep, like she was savoring the feel of him against her, all hard and heated for her. Just her.

It was a heady feeling, one that made her give a slow squirm up into him. Trying to communicate something similar.

[hasaknightjob]

It communicated encouragement, that was for sure. Marc adjusted what he was doing to let her keep feeling that hardness and heat moving against her. Which meant he was feeling her against him at the same time and that was... not a little distracting. But in a good way. A feedback loop that had his breath hitching as he kept kissing her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley absolutely sighed an eloquent 'fuuuck' somewhere in the middle of those kisses. It was a tiny noise, but full of wonder, somehow. Like she couldn't quite believe her luck, almost, or that he felt so good just rubbing against her.

The hand on his cheek slipped back into his hair, for something to hold.

[hasaknightjob]

That got an answering groan out of Marc. He kissed her with greater hunger. Not demanding. More that he was currently unsated and the only thing that could fill that yearning inside of him was her.

[totalwildcard]

It was always fantastic when he got all hungry on her. Not that Harley wasn't also meeting him with more of the same, oh no: she wasn't demanding, either, but she was very greedily taking everything he was giving her.

And feeding it all right back to him.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was going to take everything she was freely giving. He kissed her deep and firm, looking to make them both breathless. He moved faster against her. Not rapid, but a pace that was more about chasing those more intense sensations that were just out of reach.

[totalwildcard]

Breathlessness was happening. So were more of Harley's little noises, all muffled against his mouth. A couple may have been words, but that was just... oh well.

Her hand was tight in his hair, not to hurt but to hold.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc sighed at the hold. Not unhappy. Rather like she was telling him something he needed to hear. He shifted position, changing so he could give attention to her other breast, not wanting parts of her to go untouched - both for her pleasure and for him to feed more of his senses.

He massaged her, his thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple as he kept moving into her.

[totalwildcard]

When he moved, Harley's other hand finally slipped away from his hand. It wandered a bit, before sliding its way onto his shoulder, for another point at which to hold him. Rubbing his skin, getting a little more restless.

And then she rocked up into him a little again, and whoops, that was a whine.

[hasaknightjob]

That whine sent heat through Marc directly down to where he was hard and aching.

"Want me?" he asked between nipping at her lips. Not a taunt, asking permission.

[totalwildcard]

Harley whined again, in response --

Only this one took the shape of words: "Need you."

[hasaknightjob]

Damn if she didn't have a way of distracting him from goals. Because her saying that made it impossible for Marc not to kiss her deep and hard, drawn in like he was magnetized and incapable of being anywhere else.

[totalwildcard]

This one wasn't Harley's fault! It had been intended to very, very much keep him on-goal! But it was hard to object when her head was suddenly just so swimming with him, like she was helpless to do much except kiss him back. You didn't fight a tidal wave, after all.

Least of all when it felt this good.

[hasaknightjob]

Finally - okay admittedly when moving against her felt particularly good - Marc was able to get back on task. Though this did involve him trying to look for where she'd left the condoms in between kissing here.

Comparatively on task.

[totalwildcard]

Good enough!

Also, the box of condoms had returned onto the bedside table. Harley was yet to come up with a way to do anything to it to make it less easy to topple onto the floor, but there it was, and that was the important part.

Harley was trying not to be a distraction. Sort of. She was still kissing him, though.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was at least able to stop kissing constantly in order to keep a better eye on the box and reach for it.

It still tumbled to the floor but he was able to grab a loose packet before he did.

Now he just needed to concentrate enough to put it on. Any second now. There had to be victory kissing first, right? Right.

[totalwildcard]

See? There had to be a way to keep the damned thing in reach without accidentally knocking it off the thing!

But that was a concern for later. Right now was for Harley impatiently groaning "Come on, come on" against his lips while also doing nothing to contribute to him not being distracted by some rather heated kissing.

[hasaknightjob]

"Pain," Marc muttered, but it was absolutely said like that was a good thing. He gave her one one more quick kiss before focusing on taking care of things. Once he finally had, he moved to finally get inside of her.

Nice and slow though. He wanted to savor it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was craning up and trying to nip at his neck the entire time he was dealing with the condom, sorry not sorry. She was just earning being called a pain!

But then there was the push, of course, or the beginning of it, and the best Harley could do was exhale a pitiful little moan somewhere in the general vicinity of his lips.

[hasaknightjob]

That moan did things to him. Marc slid all the way in, holding the position so he could feel Harley wrapped around him. He smiled into that kiss and murmured, "Gorgeous."

[totalwildcard]

Harley shuddered, ever expressive with her entire body. And exhaled some random, nonsensical curse. Guess those two things were just what happened when she finally got her fill of him.

So to speak.

Another inhale, just feeling the way she was enveloping him, and on the next exhale, "Oh I love it..."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't saying anything like that. But the way he was looking at her indicated she wasn't alone in appreciating the moment. He took a second to look at her, drinking in the sight of her expressions. Then he bent to kiss her as he slowly began moving back and forth inside her.

[totalwildcard]

For all that Harley liked to rush headlong into things, slow seemed just right in this moment. Like she could feel more of him that way, which was answering some of that need she'd whined about earlier.

She might have even told him so, but... There was important kissing to do, while her arms found themselves looping around his shoulders again, just holding him all close.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc liked Harley being close. He moved his hands to her thighs and encouraged her to wrap as tightly around him as she liked with legs and arms together. And as long as he was holding her he used the leverage to pull her up towards him as he thrust forward. He wanted no room between them in every way he could close that distance.

"Damn you feel good," he managed to say. Breathless, but understandable.

[totalwildcard]

Harley didn't need much encouragement. Her ankles hooked together behind his back like she was locking him in, leaving him his freedom of movement but no extra space between them. Skin on skin wherever they could be.

"I know," she responded, equally breathless, but it wasn't smug, it was just agreement. "Feels right, don't it? When ya get all up in me."