totalwildcard | Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

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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And the obnoxious smirk broke through. "Only needed the one."

Dirty?

Absolutely.

Had he set that up just for her? Maybe.

"Good thing. All I'm working with."

"Trust me, you make the most of it," Harley replied, complete with a ridiculously wistful sigh. Hey, it was no secret the sex worked for her! "Nice job lettin' me stay on top, too!"

Marc shrugged that off. "You've got good balance."

Yep, still not fully getting it.

And Harley was tricksy enough that she was actually talking about the physical, now. Mostly, anyway.

"Hasn't always stopped you from flipping me back onto my back before."

"Only 'cause you like it," Marc said. And, in fairness, that she wasn't subtle about liking it. Always went better when Marc didn't have to interpret much on his own. "Wouldn't if you didn't."

"You're gonna learn I like a lot of things." Yes, that implied many 'next times' and Harley wasn't going to bother with pretending it didn't. "But that is absolutely one of them, so you're not wrong!"

Also all this talk of it had her trying to roll them into a closer approximation of him on top of her, now. Not to make a point, she just suddenly missed her weighted blanket.

Marc let himself be rolled over. He didn't have a strong opinion about positioning here, other than that he was okay with the proximity. You know, if he had to suffer through it. That kind of a thing.

"Appreciate you keeping me from getting bored."

As he was known to do.

There hadn't been any particular tension in Harley's body, and yet somehow she still managed to relax even further with more of his weight on her.

"If ya got bored, you wouldn't come back."

The arm that had been around Harley's back was slung across her waist now, resting against her other side to help enclose her more against him.

"If I didn't wanna hang out with you I wouldn't come back," Marc said.

Arguably a fine line of difference, but he was making it anyway.

"What's the difference?" Harley wondered, as one of her own hands settle against his shoulder, drawing random shapes there.

Touching was great.

"Bored makes it sound like you have to put on a show or something," Marc said. "You don't have to. Be you. That works."

"You're the one that brought gettin' bored into the conversation," Harley pointed out, but there was a definite softness in her smile now that hadn't been there a second ago. It cut down on much of the smirky 'hey you started it' that would've otherwise been present. "But, so, ya wanna hang out with me?" Her, specifically, the way she was. "That's good."

Understatement.

Marc might've made a dry comment of his own about Harley not noticing that yet. But he knew what he was like and so shelved it for a more honest, "Yeah."

Honesty. Not a speech or a sonnet.

Harley wasn't expecting anything more grand than that.

The hand on his should slid up, all the way to where it could muss up his hair - well, even worse than it already had been.

That something soft lingered on her face.

"Keep it up and I'm using your comb to fix it," Marc said, in a token display of grumpiness.

Harley's lips curved a little further.

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

Didn't seem like it was. If anything, she just messed with it more.

"Fair warning," Marc replied. He moved to rest his head closer to her neck the more she did that. Which perhaps was not the best method of discouraging her, funnily enough.

Not even a little bit! All it did was get Harley to slowly shift from purposeful mussing towards more carding her fingers through his hair and generally petting it.

Smiling, when he couldn't really see it.

Not that Marc had been tense, but he did relax more against Harley as she did that. Which was perhaps impressive for anyone who believed Marc was incapable of relaxing. Marc himself, for instance.

And that was all the reason Harley needed to just keep at it. Gentle, soft motions repeating, just in slightly different spots.

She was a great believer in his ability to relax. When conditions were right.

They seemed to be right for Marc to stay settled against her, his eyes closed. Not sleeping. Just being.

Just being was enough. Harley didn't close her eyes, but she wasn't looking at anything in particular.

She was just listening to Marc breathing. Felt the rise and fall of her own chest, his weight on her, the texture of his hair as her fingers moved through it.

She just felt...

Calm.

Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

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