Needful Things Building; Monday

[totalwildcard]

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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[totalwildcard]

So he was!

Harley smiling wider was not a coincidence.

She untangled herself from his leg, and pulled her hand out from under his shirt - after one last little rub against his chest - before taking his offered hand and the help that came with it.

[hasaknightjob]

It was slightly selfish help. He used the momentum of her standing combined with the hold on her hand to pull her in for a kiss.

Did a kiss count as selfish at this particular moment in time? Eh, he was doing it no matter what it counted as. He wanted to and there she was.

[totalwildcard]

Irrelevant, Harley would have said. All she knew was she was getting kissed, and so she was kissing him back.

Happily, complete with a little noise that suggested as much!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was still enjoying a nice buzz so there wasn't anything too heated or hungry about it. But it was long, and warm, and in no particular rush to stop.

She'd worked hard after all. He wanted to show his appreciation.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was feeling real appreciated, and wasn't in a rush to stop, either. She slid her arm around him, which seemed to suggest that too.

There was something happening in her chest again, but it felt pleasant, so why worry?

[hasaknightjob]

Marc got his arms around her and held her nice and tight. She could breathe. Just, yanno, secure. No question on being held, if she'd had any doubts in that area.

Along with the kissing. Which involved a little lip sucking now too.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave another pleased hum. Almost a purr, really.

Her other arm ended up in its rightful place around his shoulders. Only thing better than being held by him was getting all tangled up again, see.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't mind being tangled with her. Which was why he leaned back and pulled her with him until he was once again sitting on the couch, ideally with her in his lap once more.

Yeah, there was a whole pants situation going on but that wasn't nearly as important as reacquiring a lapful of Harley.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley was even less concerned with his pants situation than he was, so he was absolutely getting a lapful of Harley right now!

And he was getting kissed like that had been a great idea, and one hw should be rewarded for.

[hasaknightjob]

Arguably having Harley in his lap was its own reward, but Marc wasn't going to turn down her enthusiasm. Besides, he had other things he could be doing. Like letting his hands roam over her back while he kept kissing her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley just leaned more into him in response.

She was in one of her thin t-shirt type situations, and his touch felt nice.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved one hand up between her shoulders to encourage that lean. The other traveled down her side to her hip to press her closer there as well. Getting her nice and flush against him as he kept kissing.

[totalwildcard]

That was some easy guidance and encouragement to follow, so Harley did so gladly. Both her arms were around his shoulders now, just to help things along with that goal.

Her chest pressed against his as she nipped at his lips a little.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc nipped back. Both in kind and to show appreciation for how close she was. Since her chest against his wasn't exactly a downside of their position. Neither was the way it was easy for him to move the hand on her hip down to her backside for a squeeze.

[totalwildcard]

It brought out another amused and pleased noise from Harley.

"Handsy," she breathed, like his hands hadn't already been roaming a bunch before that. A squeeze was different, alright?

[hasaknightjob]

"I could stop?" Marc offered, oh so helpfully.

[totalwildcard]

"Like me sayin' that is a complaint?" Harley retorted. "Me?"

She put her hands on everything, all the time!

[hasaknightjob]

"Good point," Marc said. He gave another squeeze.

[totalwildcard]

"Better," Harley said, almost immediately, and pressed a quick kiss on one corner of his mouth. "I want you all over me, and I don't want you getting confused about that."

[hasaknightjob]

"Or under you?" Marc asked, indicating their position.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, anything where you're real close to me," Harley assured him with a little smirk. "Over, under, in front of, behind, anything else you can come up with, all good."

[hasaknightjob]

"Behind, huh?" Marc said, and gave her ass another squeeze.

Look at him with the jokes.

[totalwildcard]

Harley obliged him with a snicker.

Also this joke of her own: "Yeah, that's where I've got my back facing your front, you might've heard of it!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I dunno," Marc said, pretending to think about it. "You know my memory..."

[totalwildcard]

"You know ya don't need to just remember or imagine everything, right?"

She was being helpful!

While pressing a kiss or two against his cheek because it was there and she wanted to.