totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday

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Needful Things Building; Monday

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 both couldn't and wouldn't. In fact, he would encourage her by moving the heel of his hand into place to give her something good and solid to rub against.

So that was what Harley was going to do. Was that one muffled noise a "Thank you"? The enthusiasm she exhibited about easing some of the pent-up sensations in her body sure seemed to suggest so, but she'd never tell!

She bit his lip again, and ground against his hand. With purpose.

Marc could say "You're welcome." Or he could opt for showing it by moving his hand back into her, meeting her movements with the right kind of counter pressure to help her enjoy herself.

Well, he could do both but it was Marc, so he was doing the non verbal option. Which was more helpful for Harley's needs anyway so it worked out.

And as much as Harley liked listening to him, if she'd had to pick between the two she would've picked this option. Non-verbal worked.

She muffled another noise against his mouth, her hands tight in his hair, the rest of her about as taut and tense as well. Moving and grinding against his hand for all that it was worth.

Marc did like listening to her so this was working out great for him.

He added some pressure of his fingers, helping to make the seam of her shorts go taught so that that could get added to the experience.

Oh, he was way too good at this. Harley finally stole a giant gasp of a breath, seemingly only to have something to exhale for her loud whine.

It was a real nice whine if you were into that sort of thing, though. All pleasure and neediness that seemed to come from deep within her.

Funnily enough Marc was into that kind of thing. At least from Harley. He gave a light nip at her mouth to let her know he was appreciating all of it. As for his hand, he added a slight circular motion to help her out.

"Ah!" Harley gasped. "You're a fiend!"

Not a single thing suggested that was a complaint. Least of all the continued grinding of her hips right into taking all possible advantage of that new motion.

Or the breathless laugh.

"Told you I'm a jerk," Marc said. Though he didn't sound serious. For multiple reasons, including how he was taking advantage of that break in kissing to move back and nip at her earlobe.

Which just brought on another noise. Excellent choice!

"No, that's what I am when I do this for you."

Yes, she still had the focus, no matter how shredded, to make jokes. Even if she did so just a little haltingly, the effort of her movements audible in the happy little strained note in her voice.

"My apologies," Marc said. He started to kiss and suck up and down the column of her neck as his hand kept up that pattern she was enjoying.

"You're not sorry," Harley sighed, letting her head tilt a little. Biting her own lip, now. "I shoulda got outta these shorts."

Nothing about how she moved seemed to indicate a willingness to do that now.

"Shame, huh?" Marc said, since his hand stayed right where it was. He scraped his teeth over one spot on her neck, then licked at it to soothe.

"Real shame," Harley replied, her sigh all stuttery. "Coulda had something of yours inside me for the first time in forever."

You know, maybe he was onto something, feeling like this past weekend was different from the rest of their standard couple of weeks of not seeing each other.

"Oh well." Since she wasn't stopping. There was just far too much heat that had already built and was still building for her to stop now. "Guess you'll have to do that after this one..."

"Been a while since we tested your wall," Marc said, by way of agreeing with her. He added a more pointed movement of his fingers against her to punctuate that.

"Oh my God, yes," Harley said - or tried to, anyway.

It kinda got garbled into a moan halfway through. He'd given her a jolt of something good, right there.

"Just human," Marc said. Because he was hilarious. But he at least repeated the movement for her again so he wasn't that much of an asshole.

"Menace," Harley retorted anyway, although it was mixed with a laugh and a moan, and also one of her hands finally left his hair so she could grab some support from the back of the couch instead.

Things were clearly getting serious, between that and the beginnings of a tremble in her thighs.

That maybe got something like a laugh out of Marc in return. He placed a loud kiss behind her ear as he increased the pace of his hand.

"If I was a real menace I'd stop."

It was impossible to tell which thing Harley's squeal was in response to. So best just assume it went for all of it.

'Don't you d--dare stop!"

Joking about it was bad enough!

"Wouldn't dream of it," Marc promised. He moved back to kissing her on the mouth as he kept rocking his hand against her. Not so hard she couldn't breathe though. The gasps and noises were too nice.

Good, because he was getting more of them. Even just Harley's breathing was more noisy gasps than anything else, not to mention the whimpers and moans and groans and whatever else was brought on by his faster pace. She was only barely kissing him back because she was only barely holding herself together --

And then she wasn't.

It was a sudden thing, less of an approaching edge and more a sudden drop into a climax, and tore an almost surprised noise out Harley's tensing body as it ripped through her. And sudden didn't mean bad - by the sound of it, sudden could mean amazing.

Marc immediately held her tighter when it hit her, his arm a solid brace against her back so she'd know she was secure and didn't have to worry about anything but what she was feeling. He kept working her with his other hand, helping her ride out all the sensations as they went through her.

He may have also murmured stuff like "Beautiful" as he placed kisses on her mouth and cheeks.

Harley's hips had stalled, and that just made his efforts all the more valuable with how they made her gasp and whimper and shiver in his embrace. He was really making a good case for why it was pretty great being Harley sometimes, as nice as it had been to be Barbie.

After what she would have claimed was half an eternity of bliss, she began to slump against him, trying to catch her breath. "Fuuuuck, Marc," she sighed into his neck, like the sweetest endearment. "Baby, you're the best."

Marc held her close, moving his one hand over to her thigh and using the one on her back to lazily rub up and down.

"Had to give you something worth more than a nickel."

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