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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Harley was resting her arm on his knee while she watched Bruce move, after a little bit more encouragement with her other hand.

"Even pets don't need a free show," she said, as the hyena made it out the door. They could hear him start to go down the stairs, clearly heading for his favorite spot to keep watch over the whole building.

Satisfied with that, Harley turned her attention - and smirk - back to Marc. "Now, where were we?"

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"I was in your hands," Marc said.

He said it that way just for her.

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The way Harley's lips curved and her eyes crinkled said she appreciated the wording, even if what she actually said was, "Not yet you weren't."

Ever mischievous, she rested her head against her arm on his knee, but used her free hand to nudge his other knee a little further out. And then slid her hand slowly up along the inside of his thigh.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc would be lying if he said a lick of heat didn't go through him when she did that. He moved his leg where she wanted, focusing even more of his attention on watching her.

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Harley smirked up at him like a cat with a canary.

Maneuvering his legs a little further open meant her hand had enough room to easily slide all the way up his thigh, and then right on over the bulge in his pants. Light, at first, then a little firmer as she cupped him through the fabric. Just saying hello.

Watching his face. His eyes, in particular.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's eyes were dark and watching Harley without distraction. He shifted up into her hand when she cupped him, saying hello back in a way.

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What had that thing been about heat going through him?

Yeah, Harley felt something similar, right then.

Her hand rubbed over the shape of him. Not quite a tease, just a little too firm for that. "Help me out a little, woncha?" she purred, her hand sliding up to where her fingers could flick demonstratively against the button on his pants. "Hard to operate all this with just the one hand."

Sure, she could have picked up her head off her other arm and then had the use of that, but then she would've lost out on looking all relaxed the way she did. Plus, they were in this together.

[hasaknightjob]

"I gotta do all the work now?" Marc said, but there was a look of amusement in his eyes. He undid the button and the zipper as long as he was at it. "Better?"

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"Selective hearing ya got there," Harley snarked, although not without brushing her fingertips all over the back of his hand while he was working with the button and the zipper. "I say 'help' and you hear 'do everything'?"

She made a great big 'pfft' of a noise.

It just happened to be while she worked her fingers past his fly, was all.

"Mister, I should be makin' you do more just for that."

[hasaknightjob]

"Whole zipper by myself," Marc replied in kind. "I'm exhausted."

He did have energy enough to brush his fingers along her hairline though, moving any stray strands out of her face.

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Convenient that Harley was just about always disheveled enough for there to be an errant strand or several.

Harley tsked again. "Guys, always so weak."

He didn't feel particularly weak through his boxers when her fingers found him again, now with one layer less of fabric in between.

[hasaknightjob]

"Never said you weren't better than me," Marc told her. He moved into her touch, the fewer layers in the way providing a benefit for the both of them. Possibly more him than her.

[totalwildcard]

Physically, absolutely. But Harley's joy in making him enjoy himself should not be downplayed, either.

Her cupped him again. Caressed, teased, her palm providing one sensation and her fingertips another a little lower.

"I know when to nap."

Because that had definitely been planned and not a combination of various circumstances, not the least of which was feeling safe with him.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc tried moving with her, in case the ever hardening response under her hand wasn't enough indication he was enjoying what she was doing.

"My bad," Marc said. He caressed her cheek now. "Didn't know I needed to carbo load before I got here."

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"You wanna order lunch?"

Joking or genuine? Could be both!

Her hand didn't stop, either way. His movements were encouraging, after all.

[hasaknightjob]

"Maybe later," Marc said. There was a hitch in his breath as she was having an increasing effect on him. "Little busy now."

[totalwildcard]

"Aw, not up for multitasking?"

That was not even half as clever as Harley's smug face made it seem like she thought it was.

But she was the one with her hand down his pants getting him nice and hard, so maybe that was a factor.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shook his head at her. The fact that he didn't stop trying to move into her hand indicated he wasn't as upset or distracted by her joke as his eyeroll tried to imply.

"Some of us didn't have a nap," he replied.

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"Well if ya wanna have one now, we can stop," Harley suggested brightly.

Vexingly?

Either worked!

While she didn't stop.

[hasaknightjob]

"Pain in the ass," Marc said.

Funny how it sounded like a compliment even if you didn't count the way he rocked up into her.

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Harley clearly took it as one, by her grin.

"That's what I thought!" she said, like the pain in the ass she truly was. "Now, how put upon and oh so weak are you gonna be if I ask you to stand up? 'Cause I can do this either way."

[hasaknightjob]

"Dunno," Marc said. "I gotta walk too?"

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"I'm fantastic at blowjobs," Harley informed him, after a beat, "but not that fantastic, so no."

[hasaknightjob]

That got a sound like a laugh out of Marc. He gestured at their current positions. "Gonna have to move if you want me to stand."

That was a downside, to be sure.

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Harley was probably going to have to get her head (and arm) off his knee either way, huh? She did that, though not without dropping a quick kiss against said knee for no good reason, before looking up at him again.

"Do you wanna stand? 'Cause I don't wantcha toppling over me if it turns out to be too much for ya."