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 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.

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"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."

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"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."

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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."

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"Thought you liked me on top of you," Marc replied, quirking his eyebrows up.

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Harley huffed.

"Are you tryin' to vex your way out of getting to put your dick in my mouth?" she wondered, raising her eyebrows right back at him.

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"No, ma'am," Marc said. "I just like seeing the look on your face."

He motioned for her to move if she wanted him to stand.

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"Better," Harley decided, pleased. She pulled her hand away (just for now, promise!) and straightened up a little - only to find she was actually pretty close to the coffee table. So much so, even, that she couldn't really move back without doing something about it.

So with an immediate look of slightly annoyed determination, she did something about it. Namely, put her back against the edge of the table and shoved the whole thing further away. An empty can fell over, a fork and knife made clinky noises against a plate - but nothing fell on the floor! Success!

Not that Harley would have cared, probably. Her expression went right back to a pleased one, as she scooted back a bit to make Marc some room to stand up in, and gestured for him. "Come on, then."

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Marc's eyes drifted half closed at the loss of touch - and the cool air that came with it. Then she shoved the table and he was shaking his head again. A smile playing about his lips though, so not a bad reaction.

He judged how much room was between them and pushed himself up off the couch. "There. How's that?"

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Harley's hands were sliding up his thighs to the top of his pants almost immediately, which was an answer all by itself.

Of course, she still said, "Perfect," as she went to peel said pants and his boxers down and out of her way.

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Once she did, it was clear Harley had Marc's attention. So to speak.

"Now where?" Marc asked. He caressed her cheek - the right one, with the tattoo.

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Harley nuzzled into the caress a little, like she couldn't help herself.

But she said, "Right here, baby."

Her fingers closed around the base of his length, helping to guide him when she leaned in for a teasing lick or two, or three. Still looking up at him, and kind of hoping his hand wouldn't pull away too soon.

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His hand didn't pull away. It cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheekbone as it did.

"Yeah you are," he murmured. Yes, she'd been talking about him being right there. But she was there, and her tongue was warm, and he liked her where she was.

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It was funny: there had been a time in the not too distant past where Harley had sworn to herself she wouldn't be getting on her knees for any guy again. It had already turned out a while ago, now, that the kneeling wasn't actually the part that mattered most, but whether the guy could be counted on to offer her a hand up after. Metaphorically or physically.

There was trust here. Again.

And Harley was smiling up at him, as the licks turned into kisses, first with her lips together, then parted, letting different parts of him feel how warm her mouth was, how wet, a promise of something that would soon follow.

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Marc smiled down at her. Not ear to ear, it was Marc. But pleased. His eyes were dark as he watched her. He continued to caress her cheek with his thumb. A rasp could be heard in his breathing as she got him warmer and warmer.

"Looking good," he said. It wasn't about her being on her knees. There was a lot of trust going both ways here.

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"Not half bad, huh?" Harley teased. Would she have (correctly) attributed the increase in her own pulse to the simple, reassuring pleasure his hand on her face? Hard to say.

A longer lick along his skin followed, getting it wet.

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"At least half good," Marc replied. Then there wasn't much talking as she elicited a grunt of pleasure from him and his hand tightened on her cheek.

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Both of those things made Harley smirk. Best she could under the circumstances, anyway.

There was a bit of a swirl of her tongue at the end of the lick. Followed by her going for another one along a different strip of his skin - though that one didn't end in another swirl.

Well.

Not until after she'd guided him right past her lips and into her oh so welcoming mouth, anyway.

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That warmth and wetness got a much more pronounced groan out of Marc. He moved his hand back to her hair since it was an easier angle for the both of them to work with when her mouth was full. Not grabbing or pushing. Just resting. Still watching her.

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His noises were the best, and Harley would have told him so had she not been so invested in trying to draw more of them out of him. She didn't get too deep just yet, choosing instead to lave some sensitive spots with extra attention with the tip of her tongue.

And, hey, she still had a hand free, too! That one ended up sliding up, and underneath his shirt. Seeking to touch more skin.

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"Want that off too?" Marc asked. It'd require taking his hand off of her for a few seconds but hey, there wasn't too much reciprocity he could do from this angle. Couldn't hurt to offer what he could.