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]

"Something like that," Marc said. He held her closer. Just because. "Not like I'm big into baths."

For a random example.

[totalwildcard]

"Well of course you're not," Harley scoffed, "you're the kinda guy who'd have to look up 'self-care' in a dictionary, only to probably decide it doesn't apply to you, somehow, like ya don't got a self that could use a little care!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was going to joke that of course he did, Steven was great. But that was a little too much accuracy for how things worked so he dropped it.

(Not that he thought Harley didn't know. Just wrong kind of vibes for the moment.)

"Good thing I've got you," Marc said. Which was a different kind of accurate. One with some hints about "got" maybe meaning a little more than usual.

[totalwildcard]

"And my vast knowledge of how to take care of someone in a bathtub?"

Just checking.

[hasaknightjob]

"Came in handy," Marc replied.

Just 'cause.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's snicker was as delighted as always.

"Oh, good one."

[hasaknightjob]

"Could say the same," Marc replied with a grin.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's smirk had an element of preening to it. "See, I knew a nice hot bath and gettin' handsy with myself always works for me," and he was welcome for that mental picture, "and I'm real glad to find out the wondrous effects aren't just limited to my anatomy."

And then she waggled her eyebrows, because she had no issue with being a little ridiculous.

"Though if ya ever feel like finding out how that works and repayin' me with some quality bath time..."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'll keep it in mind," Marc said. Which he would, since that was in fact a nice mental image which he was going to save for later.

He leaned in to kiss her. Light. Nothing fancy. Enough that it could come off as general when he said, "Thanks" even though it was about some parts of the night specifically.

[totalwildcard]

"For the hand job?" Harley teased, in a murmur.

If she'd thought about it for longer than a second, she probably wouldn't have joked at all.

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah," Marc said. Because it wasn't not for the hand job.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's lips quirked. "My pleasure."

Weirdly enough, that went for more than the hand job. Maybe that bled into the way her fingers brushed along his cheek right after.

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty sure it was mine," Marc said, because there needed to be a little joking there to help him stay balanced. He leaned into her touch. Which ended up making him glance upward. "Huh. Books stayed in place."

[totalwildcard]

"See, 'cause I solved the problem!" Harley replied, with her own upward glance.

And she was going to look happily smug about it, too!

[hasaknightjob]

"If you had neighbors who shared that wall they'd be thrilled," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

"Now it's just gonna have to be between us," Harley replied - which was how she preferred it, because any such neighbors might have hated him coming over, anyway. "And not getting books raining down upon us!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Guess there can be something between us," Marc said, shifting against her as a reminder that currently there was nothing between them and that worked for him. "Just once."

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered, but it had a breathy quality because that was a pretty welcome reminder.

"Oh, we just gotta have the things we like between us," she said. "And nothing else."

[hasaknightjob]

"Got it," Marc said. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her along so that she was now on top of him if she was amenable.

"I'm good."

[totalwildcard]

Harley was very amenable!

She also immediately sprawled all over him. It was a gift, particularly from someone so slight. And she did so with a happy sigh, too.

[hasaknightjob]

Harley want the only one who enjoyed a personal blanket. Marc kept his arm around her as he started to drift to sleep. Nit so strong as to force her to stay if she was going to do her usual moving around, but enough to indicate he liked her where she was.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was settling down against him, too, her head against the top of his chest, almost in the crook of his neck. Impossible to tell just yet how much she would roll around, but there was a calm in her right now that couldn't be ignored.

It had been kind of a long night that they'd had, hadn't it?

[hasaknightjob]

In terms of actual time and how it felt it was a long night. Sleep felt good right now. At some point there might be getting under actual blankets, but regardless a Harley shaped blanket worked for Marc.

[totalwildcard]

There were actual blankets eventually, tugged over them by hands commanded more by force of habit and reflex than any conscious thought.

And yes, Harley did roll around a lot again. Maybe not as much as she often did? But there was no one awake during it to say for sure. But at some point she'd again also rolled back to him, and stayed.

... With her face smushed against his side and her body at some weird twisted sizeways angle, one foot almost hanging over the side of the bed, sure, but still!

It was morning, and there she was.

[hasaknightjob]

It was morning and there Marc was. As per usual, he hadn't moved much during the night other than to adjust to if Harley was close or not. When close, his arm did end up going around her even though he wasn't conscious to do it.

Less usual was that he was still asleep. Normally he woke up earlier than this regardless of where he was. Not today though. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing heavily in the way that only came with sleeping.