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]

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.

[totalwildcard]

Something seemed off, when Harley swam back into consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open - or at least the one not being squished into Marc's ribs did, and squinted suspiciously at nothing in particular.

Until she figured out what was weird, anyway:

Marc was still asleep. It was later than the unwashed ass crack of dawn and Marc was asleep.

She was meticulous about keeping her surprised expression quiet. And no, that wouldn't have been much of a feat for other people, but it was to her, since as he'd already well noticed, she was almost always making noise.

[hasaknightjob]

Harley was quiet, though she did register as somewhat awake to Marc's unconscious. So the arm that was already around her did move, but only to hold her closer. Marc didn't show any signs of wakefulness otherwise.

[totalwildcard]

For whatever reason, Harley kind of wanted to squeal like a kid on the morning of literally any gift-giving holiday. But she kept quiet.

And she was veery slow about turning her head, and slower still about pressing a little kiss against his side.

Just a soft little thing.

[hasaknightjob]

The kiss didn't get much of a reaction out of Marc. Maybe a twitch of his eyebrow but the timing of it was just off enough it could have genuinely been coincidence.

[totalwildcard]

Harley couldn't even see his face, anyway.

And really, all she was doing was trying not to give him too much of a jarring wakeup. So she moved slowly, pressing a few more soft, light kisses up along his side.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc began to stir. Not yet awake, but it was clear what Harley was doing was starting to register.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley kept at it, too, creeping her way up to his chest with her kisses.

And hey, now she could actually see his face!

[hasaknightjob]

Said face was now turning in her direction. Marc's eyes weren't open but there was a light that suggested they weren't fully closed either.

"Timesit?"

[totalwildcard]

"Later'n you'd think," Harley told him, in a hushed tone.

She sounded almost impressed.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc rubbed his free hand over his face. He did an internal check.

"Monday?"

[totalwildcard]

The little pause that followed was just Harley having to think back on what day the previous day had been. Please, like she kept track that closely!

"Yeah, not that much later."

[hasaknightjob]

"Just checking," Marc said. He reminded himself that things had to be okay with Watts back home because he would've heard a notification for any messages that came through on his or Steven's phones. Not that Marc wouldn't still double check when he got up, but at least he didn't have to rush about getting up.

To that end, he wrapped his arm tighter around Harley. "Morning."

Hopefully it was still morning.

[totalwildcard]

It was still morning.

Harley scooted herself a little further up in his embrace, so that she could better face him.

"Morning," she replied, sunnily. "Sleep well?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc adjusted his hold on her to accommodate said scooting.

"Yeah," he said, now that he was awake enough to make that judgement call. "You?"

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, like a baby."

No, like a restless toddler who nevertheless somehow managed to get quality sleep.

[hasaknightjob]

"Cool." Marc used his free hand to brush at Harley's hair, tucking any stray strands back, if there were any.

[totalwildcard]

There were many. Whatever hairdo she'd been sporting was pretty much gone now.

(Unfortunately the same couldn't be said for her makeup. Although for having been fought, had sex, and slept in, it could've been worse!)

She swayed into the touching a little. "Always sleep best when there's been violence and sex."

[hasaknightjob]

"Ever tried one of those white noise machines?" Marc asked.

[totalwildcard]

"The what now?"

The answer was no.

[hasaknightjob]

"Didn't think so," Marc said. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Just because.