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]

"I dunno, that sounds like something that would get ignored 'cause of sexism."

She was now trying to picture it anyway, yes.

[hasaknightjob]

"When have you let that stop you?" Marc asked.

[totalwildcard]

"What, you think I perform exorcisms?" Harley retorted. "That I wouldn't need to get a professional for that?"

You know, since her home so clearly screamed 'I get professionals to handle things for me' and all.

[hasaknightjob]

"Could if you wanted to," Marc said.

He had no idea what was involved with an exorcism.

[totalwildcard]

Neither did Harley, but she did know this:

"Well, I don't."

[hasaknightjob]

"Maybe it'll get the hint and leave anyway," Marc said. He started bringing plates and everything over to the table for something to do.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley gave his ass a pat before he was out of reach.

What?

[hasaknightjob]

"Better not have been Bruce," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, no!" Harley replied easily. "Unlike some people, I own my desire to touch butts!"

[hasaknightjob]

If she was going to be like that about it, Marc was going to come over and pull her into his arms using one hand on each side of her ass.

"You were saying?"

[totalwildcard]

Oh, Harley couldn't have smirked any harder up at him in response.

"Better."

[hasaknightjob]

"I can take requests," Marc told her.

Then he leaned in for a kiss since why not? Nothing too much, just taking advantage of her proximity.

[totalwildcard]

'Nothing too much' was hilarious in the context of Harley, who was lazily winding her arms around his shoulders in response.

Look, he had a handle on the food thing, so she could focus on just being a distraction.

[hasaknightjob]

Technically the delivery person had a handle on the food. Which did free them up to kill time while waiting for a sign it was downstairs.

As for kissing, well Marc did say he could take requests. Silent ones communicated through action counted.

[totalwildcard]

So Harley pulled him back against the counter with her. Sure, that probably meant he was going to have to move his hands, but it did also help with her urge to have him all plastered against her, so...

Win some, lose some.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his hands up to the small of her back to make room. He leaned in, letting her feel his weight right up against her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a pleased noise.

"Hi," she sighed against his lips, impossibly sweet and soft.

[hasaknightjob]

"Hi," Marc said. It was a short word, even he could manage it. He nuzzled her cheek as long as they were pausing.

[totalwildcard]

It made Harley smile even more than she already had been.

She also nuzzled his face back, of course. "You smell good."

An idle thought making its way out as soon as it hit her brain, as usual.

[hasaknightjob]

"You look good," Marc replied.

Just in case she was still feeling self conscious about the clothes.

[totalwildcard]

Honestly? Harley had mostly forgotten all about that already. But that just meant she could just focus on being happy about the compliment, instead!

"Why thank you," she replied, with the slightest hint of preening. "So do you, although you're cheating by bein' half-naked." Because he was extremely hot naked, you see. But he also had his terrible sense of humor, so: "And don't offer to go put on a shirt, that's not what I meant."

[hasaknightjob]

"Wasn't gonna," Marc said. He ran his hands up along her sides. "Though you might have to get the food when it's here."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, this gun show isn't free, either?"

Was that just an excuse for her to paw at his biceps? Yes.

[hasaknightjob]

"You seemed to have opinions on the subject," Marc reminded her.

He had no problem with the pawing.

[totalwildcard]

"Did I?"

Feigned confusion or a genuine lack of a memory? You decide!

A bunch of pawing, though, rubbing her hands up his arms to his shoulders and back again.