Needful Things Building; Monday

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The Dream House was gone by morning, replaced again with the antique store and the apartment above it, both with all four walls intact, and the color scheme decidedly less pink.

And in said apartment, late in the morning, Harley woke up with a start. Like fully bolting upright and everything, with a gasp.

"... Barbie looks like me."

She couldn't believe it. She brought her hands up to her face, smooshing her cheeks.

"Like me."

This jaw! These cheekbones under her skin!

Something about it was making her eyes well up.

At least, until something else about the weekend came back to her. "Bruce!" Oh, God, he'd been eating something obviously plastic, all weekend long! Harley scrambled out of bed to find him - only to, yes, find him curled up in one of his usual spots, seemingly right as rain.

She still ended up taking him on a long walk around town. It took a while for her to be convinced that just as magically as he'd turned into a toy dog for the weekend, whatever the plastic stuff he'd been eating (and, to be fair, pooping out at what seemed like an alarming rate for a fully functioning gastric system) had just as magically turned into actually edible stuff in his guts when he'd turned back. He seemed fine! He was leaving behind dog shit that was the usual level of disgusting!

Still, between the long walk and then breakfast for both him and herself, the morning had already turned into the afternoon by the time something occurred to Harley, and sent her bolting down the stairs into the store.

There, she found the display of dolls of varying ages and kinds.

And there, tucked near the back, was a Barbie. Harley carefully pulled her out from between a Victorian-ish porcelain doll and a fairly creepy 1950s baby, and smiled down at her.

It was a little watery, but there was no one here to see it, was there?

"Oh, there you are."

Something in her chest ached a little.

(expecting one!)

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[hasaknightjob]

"I do have you," Marc said, using the hand in her pocket to pull her closer. "Better than dairy."

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"Better than lotsa things," Harley mused, snickering (also pretty close to his ear, so thankfully quietly) as she helped him move her with a little shift of her own. "But if we start listing them all, we'll be here all day."

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"Got something better in mind?" Marc asked.

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Harley nodded, which doubled as nuzzling the side of his head. "Something worth more than a nickel, too," she said. "So you'll owe me."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc used his free hand to start tracing random patterns along her thigh. "A dime?"

Because he was hilarious.

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"Think bigger," Harley replied, not at all amused (very amused, actually). "Think... attention."

Hey, she'd just remembered she could move, too! What a convenient time to shift on his lap a little.

[hasaknightjob]

It was good she specified attention because he absolutely would have suggested a quarter next.

"From you?" Marc asked. "Because that would be worth more."

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"That's what I'm sayin'." And she'd blocked his attempts to just keep naming coins on purpose, as well. "Devoted, hot attention, too."

Extra valuable, obviously, given her track record of distraction.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let his hand rest on her thigh, his thumb moving back and forth along the inside of it. "Devoted, huh?"

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"De-vo-ted," Harley confirmed, enunciating the hell out of every syllable as she pulled back just enough to properly see him again. "I mean, that's a good word for something where ya get on your knees, right?"

General 'you'.

Meaning her.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a warm look. He moved the hand on her thigh up to caress her cheek. "That would be worth a lot more than a nickel."

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Harley smirked at him, bright and happy. "But is it something you want?"

She had a guess, but it was fun trying to get him to state wants outright!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc hadn't started with any strong opinions about specific things to do once Harley had woken up again. Mainly the company had been the thing with the doing being extra.

But her being in a good mood with that offer did affect his choice out of a lot of other available options. He brushed his thumb across her lips. "Wouldn't mind."

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"Not minding is not exactly wanting, sweetie," Harley told him, like the great big smartypants she was.

Before the tip of her tongue flicked out for a little lick at his thumb. Because. Reasons.

[hasaknightjob]

"Didn't know I was unclear about wanting you," Marc said. He slid his thumb just past her lips. "Guess I gotta fix that."

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Harley could have made some kind of point about how she always craved even more clarity - but when she was presented with the opportunity to very gently bite his thumb instead, she was going to take it.

And then swirled her tongue around it a little while smirking, because she wasn't a monster.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc smirked back. He used the rest of his hand to cup Harley's chin and draw her closer, pulling her in for a kiss.

He could use words for clarity but, well, it was Marc. He did better with action.

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And as he well knew by now, as much as Harley liked words, she could also work with action.

She wasn't subtle with the heat she brought into the kiss with her, either. Or in how she shifted on his lap, putting the promise of friction on a better spot.

[hasaknightjob]

It wasn't so much action as reaction, but Harley's shifting would give her another indication that Marc was into it. As did the way he kissed her back. He let her lead, wanting to see where she would go with this, but was not shy about matching her heat.

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Harley was pressing him back into the couch without even meaning to, again. One hand cupped his face, the other had a hold on his shoulder, fingers digging in.

He had a habit of kissing her breathless, and she was just repaying the favor.

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Marc moved his hands to her back, holding her close as he returned those kisses. He rocked up into her, letting her know she was having an effect on him. On the odd chance the appreciative noise he made wasn't enough.

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"Pretty noise," Harley gasped, because one of them has to be a babbler, and it wasn't going to be him.

Of course, that was also accompanied by a noise of her own, as she dove right back into the kiss, grinding down to meet his rocking. If that also meant taking advantage for her own self of the seam in her cutoffs, so be it! No one claimed she was being selfless here.

[hasaknightjob]

It wasn't as though Marc minded her grinding against him. He moved a hand to her hip to hold her as he repeated that rocking, doing it much more deliberately now that she was finding her own rhythm against him.

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Harley groaned into the kiss, a sound that was both needy and pleased all at once. She didn't get any less squirmy on top of him, just found a better sense of purpose to how she moved, complementing his.

And that was why they made such a good team.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc dig his fingers into her in response to her groan. He kissed her harder as well. Letting her know he was enjoying himself beyond what she could feel against her pant seam.