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]

Enough strength to get a garbled moan out of Harley! "Oh I am -- real pleased."

And clinging. 'A little harder' clearly did something magic to her right then, kicking things up a notch in how good she felt.

[hasaknightjob]

It was possible Marc had noticed she seemed to like when he used his muscles. And he did like seeing her enjoy herself. So it was a nice feedback loop for him to keep working into her, letting her feel that strength every time he moved forward and pressed her down into the bed.

[totalwildcard]

Could Harley claim competence kink on this one? Regardless, she did also like it when he took things easy! She just also very much liked feeling as if there was going to be a Harley-sized and shaped dent in the mattress, after.

And the wall had been Marc-proofed, too!

Her hands pawed his back, his shoulder blades, for a good hold and to further enjoy some of those muscles in action, while she craned her head up to kiss him just a little more deeply again.

[hasaknightjob]

The nice thing was that in this case easy didn't mean it couldn't be hard. Marc could go slowly but slide in nice and firm, pressing her down again and again in a way that let her feel his weight and strength each time.

[totalwildcard]

Yeah, he was extremely clever like that!

And Harley loved it, giving him a muffled little noise with practically every thrust. A little keening thing here, a groan there... All the while kissing him, of course, breathlessly.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc loved every bit of it. He took each sound as encouragement to push harder, kiss deeper, even trust in a way that would make the headboard hit the wall...

Except it sounded different. Which distracted Marc enough to look up and finally see Harley's efforts in DIY. He stared, taking it all in, then his head fell onto Harley's shoulder as he laughed. Not a laugh that made fun. One that said she had again surprised him.

[totalwildcard]

Harley stared up at him like there should have been a question mark above her head. "Wh--?"

And then he was all against her again and laughing near her ear, and it filled her with such warmth that she couldn't have explained in words. "What?" she asked, a laugh in her own voice, like his was just that infectious. "What's so funny?"

[hasaknightjob]

"The books," he managed to say. He lifted his head enough to look at her. There was unmistakable fondness in his eyes along with the amusement. "You're something else, Doc."

[totalwildcard]

"What?" Harley squeaked, if on a laugh. "It works!"

Just making his point for him, no big deal.

[hasaknightjob]

"Something. Else," Marc said. Between kisses even. Such was the effect here.

Another laugh, sort of an aftershock of the first, overtook him. But he channeled that one into more kissing as he took up the rhythm again.

[totalwildcard]

Maybe at some point later Harley would ponder how much better this reaction to her ingenuity felt compared to getting berated for being silly, or worse yet, having it go entirely unnoticed. She'd take laughter and kisses any day.

Of course, she was too wrapped up in said laughter and kisses and the renewed rhythm of his movements to think about anything except the moment they were in. She snickered, nipping at his lips between kisses, while his hips pushed another noise of pleasure out of her.

[hasaknightjob]

If Harley had been so creative as to come up with a solution to the headboard problem obviously Marc had to be helpful by testing it out. He thrust harder. He wasn't making hitting the headboard against the wall the goal, but if it was a side effect of driving into Harley, well that was a benefit to the experiment.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh!"

Not a bad 'oh!' but a great 'oh!'

The kind that said he wasn't just hitting the wall with the headboard - though yes, just listen to how much softer the sound was there now! - but also hitting something real good inside Harley. He couldn't exactly see her toes curl, but trust her, that was happening, too. "Oh, yes!" she enthused, on another laugh that was nothing but pleasure and joy. "Come on, give it to me!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc could hear that change in sound. But he was much more interested in listening to Harley. Watching her as well as she got even more into it.

The feeling of her laughing wasn't lost on him physically either. He used that to fuel himself as he began to go faster, riding out the amusement they were both feeling and the bubbly pleasure that came with it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was practically grinning up at him, in that particular way where it frayed a little with some of his thrusts and the pleasure tugged on some of the muscles in her face.

And speaking of faces, her hands found their way to his, cradling both his cheeks in another unnecessary show of wanting to keep him where he was. It seemed to her like there was a lightness in him right then that she didn't often get to see, and she was just drinking it in.

Not that that was all she was doing. There was a serious effort going on on her part, for her to use the way her legs were locked around him to actually pull her hips up into his thrusts. Relatively subtle, but effective - and another very clear signal about how Harley felt about where he was.

[hasaknightjob]

Harley's movements elicited grunts and low hums of pleasure from Marc every time they connected just right. The lightness she sensed stayed, though Marc's eyes grew dark as he looked at her and his pleasure grew. He wanted to get them both to a climax now and he wanted that to start with her losing it.

[totalwildcard]

It was a goal he was successfully moving towards. Harley's lips stayed open on gasping breaths more often than not, with her head tipping back against the pillows just a little. Not enough that she couldn't keep looking at him.

She didn't want to stop looking at him. Not when he was looking at her like that.

And look at how much of a team they were again: she continued to work her body up against his, chasing the same goal.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc looked at her with greater hunger as Harley's pleasure was evident. It sent heat through him directly to where they were connected, driving his own pleasure higher than the feeling of her alone.

Not that he was complaining about the feel of her, mind you. Which was also evident as he said things about how fucking gorgeous she was like this.

[totalwildcard]

Harley wasn't so far gone yet not to manage to bite on her own bottom lip like she was playing coy in response, even if it only lasted for a second before dissolving into a breathless and gaspy laugh.

And then some of her own babbling about about how good he was, how good she felt, how hard she was going to come. Not that her face made any secret of where she was at, pupils all blown wide, skin all flushed.

[hasaknightjob]

"Come on," Marc said, encouraging but not demanding. "I gotcha, Doc. You're fine. Lemme see you."

He increased his pace as he thrust, adding a twist to his hips for a little more friction.

[totalwildcard]

Was that another thing he'd noticed worked for Harley? When he said things like that? Because boy did it ever! Not well enough to make her unravel on the spot, of course, but if he ever developed that talent, Harley was going to adore him forever.

Oh, and the twist wiped away the last remnants of Harley's grin - nothing but pleasure and a certain sense of urgency left on her face now. Doing her best to keep grinding into him, her best to keep her damn eyes open just so she could see him --

The whine was back, all high-pitched, a 'please please please' without the actual words.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc grinned down at her. He leaned in to kiss her. Not enough to ruin either of their views, he wanted to see her face as much as she did his. But enough to give a brief bit of more contact, more connection, before he got back to saying things like, "I've got you. C'mon. Lemme see, beautiful..."

[totalwildcard]

It was kind of a sloppy, breathless kiss from Harley's side - so just perfect for the moment.

She'd craned her neck into it, too, so now her head fell back again, and she panted all noisy and loud, her brow knitting together like she was about to cry as the tension built up...

But of course all she did was cry out when she finally got over that finish line. Loudly, with a groan of his name right behind it, like it was the sweetest possible thing on her tongue.

[hasaknightjob]

That was exactly what Marc was looking for, volume and all. It was Harley, if noise wasn't somehow part of the equation he'd guess she'd been replaced by a poor duplicate.

Marc watched as she hit her peak, taking in the view greedily. He'd already been only a little bit behind her. So between the sights and sounds and feel of her as she came it didn't take long before Marc went over as well.

No shouting on his part. That was never his speed. But he did gasp out a "Fuck - " while looking directly at her. Which for him was a pretty deep declaration.

[totalwildcard]

It was him, and Harley appreciated it - complete with a little "Yes yes yes yes --" chant as he joined her on this side of all the buildup, cradling his face with her hands.

A laugh bubbled up, and she didn't stop it.