Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

[totalwildcard]

Harley had spent most of the weekend on the mainland. Not just Baltimore, either - she'd taken the kid out on a little road trip. Yanno, for life lessons! Most of them criminal, of course, but that was sort of how their mentorship worked, so someone else could handle the boring stuff. Anyway, they'd had fun!

So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --

And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.

She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.

And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.

(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)

You awake yet?

(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)

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[hasaknightjob]

Marc had no problem with that, both her moving his hand and her making the request. He started working his fingers on her, aiming to give that extra pressure and friction she needed without hitting anywhere that was too sensitive to be enjoyable.

He coupled that with moving up into her harder, enough to give her a little bounce which, let's face it, did not hurt his view at all if he managed it.

"Come on," he said. Not pushing, encouraging. "I gotcha..."

[totalwildcard]

Oh, he managed it, he managed it real good. Harley gave a little gasp on the first thrust, then a strangled laugh - almost smitten, if anything.

And yes, jiggly bits did jiggle, enticingly, he was welcome.

Not that Harley thought about anything except how it felt, how everything felt, and how his fingers were exactly what had been missing. She might have mumbled something about how he knew how to play her like an instrument? Or maybe it was just a thought that had flitted through her mind. Either way, as she kept moving against him, she got louder.

And louder.

And loudest when every last bit of build-up and sensory experience all clicked together, and gosh was it good she had no neighbors to hear the satisfied wail as she came.

[hasaknightjob]

Also good that Marc liked that she wasn't quiet? In general, or in moments like this since fuck knew he wasn't a screamer.

He did do groans, and rough breathing, and saying stuff about how good she felt and looked. And holding her tighter while he thrust harder. And when she hit her point he kept his focus long enough to make sure she got all the way through it, but it wasn't long before he felt the buildup and gut punch of hitting his own as well.

No shouting. Maybe saying her name. Not coherently, but still.

[totalwildcard]

Harley also liked when he said things, coherently or not. She especially liked it when she was all shuddery and pulsing and she could hear in his voice how his body gave in to pleasure, too.

She just really liked being someone that got him to do that, okay?

Her face fell into the curve of his neck as she gasped more air back into her lungs. Shivering.

[hasaknightjob]

Dazed from his own climax or not, Marc still immediately wrapped his arms around her. He rubbed her back. Whether she needed warmth or something to focus on as she came back down, he figured the touch would work.

[totalwildcard]

Touch always worked!

Harley couldn't give quite the same thing back (yanno, aside from being fully plastered against his chest now), but she wedged her fingers between his shoulders and the mattress in what was largely a symbolic gesture. The best thing she could come up with on an instinct from her currently very floaty brain.

She relaxed with a shudder and a big sigh, nuzzling a grin into his neck. "Now breakfast's complete."

[hasaknightjob]

"All kinda ways to feel full," Marc said.

Hey, the blood wasn't going all the way back to his brain yet. There were more jokes.

[totalwildcard]

It made Harley laugh way too much, that was the important part.

"Oh, I think ya might be my favorite way to feel full. Stuffed, even!"

In a short moment, she was going to move enough to take care of things. Just not yet.

[hasaknightjob]

"More attractive option than some alternatives," Marc said, by way of agreeing with her from his side of things.

[totalwildcard]

"Ya get to schtup a pretty lady and shoot a pretty load," Harley teased, rubbing her nose into his neck, "of course it's more attractive!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not just your looks," Marc told her. He moved one hand down to give her ass a squeeze. "Though they are nice."

[totalwildcard]

"Then also how I feel inside? In the sense of sticking your beautiful beast in me?"

That was probably not what he was going for.

[hasaknightjob]

"You sound good too," Marc told her.

Which wasn't a no on what she'd said.

[totalwildcard]

"Think I sound loud," Harley replied, on a chuckle.

[hasaknightjob]

"You're not quiet," Marc agreed. He still sounded vaguely surprised that he said that like a compliment.

[totalwildcard]

"Aw, and you like that," Harley surmised, and shifted enough to nuzzle at his cheek just a little bit, instead. "If I had neighbors, I'd be letting 'em know what you're doing for me every time."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was starting to get enough ability to think back that he was able to frown thoughtfully.

"Feel like you'd do that making small talk too."

[totalwildcard]

"There's less screaming in small talk."

That did not meant that the volume was necessarily that much lower, though, no.

[hasaknightjob]

That actually got a chuckle out of him.

"Kay but now I'm picturing it."

[totalwildcard]

"If you start picturing me moaning your name during small talk," Harley provided helpfully, "the imagining has gone too far."

A beat.

"Or the small talk's much more interesting than usual!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Now my imagination's a problem," Marc said, oh so heavily put upon. But not really since he wasn't good at pretending that kind of thing.

[totalwildcard]

"Receiving friendly guidance doesn't make it into a problem," Harley retorted. "What problem am I gonna have with you thinking about how loud I get?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I dunno," Marc said. "I don't normally imagine stuff. How'm I supposed to know what doesn't work?"

[totalwildcard]

"With the helpful guidance?"

[hasaknightjob]

That got an actual laugh out of him.

"Pain in the ass."

Still not a complaint.