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]

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.

[hasaknightjob]

"You've got imagination for the both of us," Marc replied. While turning his head to make his cheek easier for her to reach. Because he wanted to.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, works out well that way," Harley replied, with a few more little kisses and a little nuzzle to boot, "don't it?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Happy to leave it to the experts," Marc told her. He gave her a quick kiss before letting her get back to what she was doing.

[totalwildcard]

More kisses, up his cheek and over his temple.

"And you can always ask for demonstrations," she teased. "I'm real big on show and tell."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his hand up to brush his fingertips along the back of her neck. "You do put on a good show."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's eyes fluttered closed again, as she nuzzled into his hair just a little bit.

"Oh, is that what I do?" she murmured, on a quiet chuckle. "Good, ya noticed. You got a favorite so far?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty much the whole package," Marc said. But he knew she'd probably ding him for not being specific enough so he added, "Anytime you're having a good time."