Somewhere on the Mainland; Sunday Early Evening

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

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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!

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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?"

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

She sounded almost impressed.

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

"Monday?"

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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."

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"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.

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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?"

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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?"

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"Oh, like a baby."

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

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

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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."

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

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"The what now?"

The answer was no.

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

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It got a chuckle out of Harley, a lot on the soft side.

"What's that for?"

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"You were there," Marc said.

Obviously.

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Harley snorted.

And pressed a quick peck of a kiss against his chin.

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"What was that for?" Marc asked. Because she'd started it.

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"I wanted to."

So there.

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"You got me there," Marc admitted. Then he leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips. Light. Just saying hi.

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Harley's lips curved into another smile, under it.

And she whispered, "Good morning." A greeting again, or maybe just stating her opinion?

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"Morning," Marc replied. Because why say more words than necessary? He did put his other arm around her though, so that indicated his opinion on some matters.

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Harley draped one of her legs over him. That said something, too.

And then there was the way words fell out of her mouth, without too much thought behind them. "Like that you stayed."

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"Nice that you wanted me to," Marc replied. He rubbed her back absentmindedly. He wasn't saying "after everything" but he was thinking it.