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]

Marc leaned back in his chair to watch her. Again just enjoying the view.

[totalwildcard]

The ridiculous, unicorn-y view.

Leaning back was a great instinct, though, because Harley swiftly moved closer, and gave his chair a little nudge with her foot. Suggesting getting it a little further from the table rather than actually achieving it.

[hasaknightjob]

"You want my seat?" Marc asked. Not really thinking that's what she was going for. Teasing, if anything.

Regardless, he did push his chair back from the table.

[totalwildcard]

"Nuh uh, nope," Harley replied, resting her hand on his shoulder only so that she could immediately use it for support as she unceremoniously seated herself sideways onto his lap. "What do I want your seat for when I can get you instead?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc put his arms around her waist once she was settled. You know, so she didn't slip and bump into the table or something.

"Didn't know I was that comfortable."

[totalwildcard]

Always so thoughtful!

Harley's arm ended up resting over his shoulders, clearly just for support. And since that left a hand free, well, think up your own excuse for why and how that ended up cupping his cheek.

"What, you're warm and sturdy," she teased. "Good solid thighs to sit on, what's not to like!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Good thing you added that last part," Marc said, a smile playing across his lips. "Otherwise not much difference between me and the chair."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's thumb found the edge of his lips. Traced just said edge of the bottom one.

"Plenty difference between you and the chair, I promise," she told him, oh so seriously. "Chair can't hold me like you do, for one thing. Chair's not gonna kiss me, either."

Wait.

"I hope not, anyway, couldya imagine?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't wanna know where the lips would be," Marc said.

He did hold her tighter though, because it felt like there was an unspoken request there.

[totalwildcard]

Sure wasn't something Harley minded.

But that wasn't why she skickered. "Some places could be more fun than others!"

[hasaknightjob]

"More for you," Marc said. "That happens, you can switch with me."

[totalwildcard]

"And you try to play things like ya ain't nice," Harley teased, with another snicker. "Getting to be a mighty big secret I gotta carry."

Like the way she was all cozy on his lap, brushing her thumb over his chin, wasn't as much a secret, if any of this was.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc leaned in to her touch. "You've got strong shoulders. You can handle it."

[totalwildcard]

"All those lessons in gymnastics really comin' in handy," Harley agreed, amused. "Got the muscles for it."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved one hand to her arm to feel where her biceps were. "Not bad."

[totalwildcard]

So of course Harley had to let go of him for just the moment so she could really flex that arm.

"Oh, I'm strong," she said. "People never seem to see that coming. Like those guys from last night!"

To be fair, they hadn't seen any of that coming.

[hasaknightjob]

"Bad idea to underestimate you," Marc agreed. Once he was done feeling up her arm, he slipped his hand down her side to rejoin the other one in being wrapped around her.

[totalwildcard]

"Real bad," Harley agreed, her hand returning to idly brush along his jaw and cheek. "And you don't do that, do ya? Underestimate me?"

Was that a little softer in tone? Maybe.

[hasaknightjob]

"Never have, Doc," Marc told her. He tilted his head to make it easier for her to reach whatever she was going for.

[totalwildcard]

"Never?" Harley found herself asking. "Not even when you met me?"

Whenever and however that had been. The details were already a little fuzzy.

[hasaknightjob]

"Had to know you to estimate you," Marc pointed out.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh," Harley said.

And then her head tilted a little.

"I don't think that's usually how people go about it?" she offered, her nose wrinkling a little, with a thoughtful frown to complement it. "I think they just jump to conclusions and snap judgements, both of which my entire look offers ample starting-off points for."

At least she was self-aware.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shrugged. "Don't take it personal but I've seen weirder? You're pale and you've got tats. So?"

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, that 'so?' is usually where people stumble," Harley clarified helpfully.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc leaned in to place a kiss right on the Rotten. "Their loss."