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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Marc nipped at her lips to encourage her to keep going. He moved his hands down to her thighs then back up again to try to slip under her shorts. When he rocked up, he tried to hold her so that there was extra contact between them.

He could want too, in his own way.

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And Harley could take suggestions, too, like the one provided by his hands getting under her shorts. Helped that extra contact was absolutely in her interests! As her ensuing groan so eloquently put it.

She'd had a coherent thought or two about how she wanted to play this, a moment ago. Maybe she could regain it through nipping at his lips, in return?

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Marc was happy to let her take lead if she liked. He was just distracted, as always. She did keep having that effect on him. As the way he ran his thumbnails along her inner thighs perhaps attested.

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Harley shivered, and broke off from the kiss - barely - for a breath. And since her mouth wasn't occupied... "God, what is it about you?" she whined, breathlessly. "How do you make me feel like I just wanna get outta my clothes? Instead of whatever I thought I wanted to do to ya."

A very serious complaint, clearly.

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"My bad," Marc said, in an oh so serious apology. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

He wasn't removing his hands though.

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Harley would probably have complained about it, too, if he had.

She shook her head and pressed her forehead to his. Make him deal with how unsteady her breathing was, or something. While going for another grind against him. "You're distracting."

Yeah, yeah, pot, kettle.

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Marc held her in place while he ground up into her in turn. It was clear she wasn't the only one enjoying herself.

"Look who's talking."

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That was worth another shiver, apparently, and a little noise in her throat.

"I'm always talkin'," Harley retorted in a sigh, though yes, that also meant she was admitting to always being distracting. "It's what I do."

Though right now she also hooked two of her fingers under his jaw, tilting it up a little.

"But at least I'm not unsure about whether ya want me, anymore. Downstairs tellin' me loud and clear."

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"I want you," Marc said, looking up at her. "In case it wasn't clear enough."

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Harley would have lied if she'd claimed it didn't make her smirk both wider and warmer to hear in words.

Especially since he could see it happen.

"Every part?"

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"What? Like I'm only interested in your pinkie?" Marc asked. "Yeah, every part."

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Harley snickered, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before shaking her head.

"Didn't think pinkie'd be your first choice, anyway."

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Marc took advantage of that closeness to lean up and give her a longer kiss. When he leaned back - not far - he said, "I want the whole package, Doc."

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So rude, how that put something in Harley's chest. Weird, too. Not off-putting, though, as much as she didn't really know what to do with the feeling.

Her expression faltered, just for a second, in the wobbly way he'd seen already just today, before she pulled it together into a smirk. "Oh, I'm gonna make ya regret that."

A weak joke, and an even weaker lead-in to what she actually planned to do.

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"Promises, promises," Marc said.

Ignore how he placed a light kiss on her cheek, right where some of her makeup was still smeared. No meaning to that at all.

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Weird how it still felt meaningful, huh. Harley's chuckle had a flustered quality to it.

"Oh, just like you to think threats and promises are the same."

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"You do know a lot about my life," Marc pointed out in his defense.

Well, she knew more than most people did at least.

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Harley tapped his temple, feather light in her touch. "Uh huh, and know a few things 'bout how you think, too."

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"I try to warn people not to go in there," Marc said.

Kidding. Sort of.

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"And I don't care about warnings."

They were more like suggestions to her.

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"I have noticed that's a habit with you," Marc said.

He was starting to admire it in a way.

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Harley shrugged, like it was no big deal. "Miss out on a lot of fun, listening to too many boring warnings."

That explained it, sure.

"And I don't wanna miss out on you."

She was beginning to pull away, though, but he could rest assured it was for good, fun reasons.

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Marc might've done something to keep her from going. But he had a sort of feeling in his chest when she said the part about not missing out on him. It was enough of a distraction to let him let her go and watch to see what she was going to do next.

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Harley would've let him stop her, probably. But as it was, she slid off his lap with a smirk, and sank onto her knees on the floor in front of him instead.

But of course, the movement caught Bruce's attention, which in turn caught Harley's attention, and she gestured him towards the door.

"Go on, baby," she told him. "Mama's gonna do some stuff that's not for good boys like you to see."

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"Glad I'm not the only one who would've found that weird," Marc admitted. Though most of his attention was on watching Harley.