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!)

Comments

[hasaknightjob]

Hey, maybe she could make him breathless sometimes. Who knew?

Not so breathless Marc couldn't make a sound of approval as he kissed her back in kind. A low grunt, one of his specialties.

[totalwildcard]

One of Harley's hand slid up into his hair and wasted no time before getting a nice, tight grip on the curls at the back of his head.

Her head was suddenly swimming with all sorts of wants, so clearly she needed that hold for balance, or something.

[hasaknightjob]

That must be why one of Marc's hands went up to the back of her neck. So that way he was holding her securely in two spots and she could... not trip. While she was sitting on a table. Or something.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a needy noise in response, and felt like she was going both tense and relaxed at the same time. Tense from the wants that rushed through her, relaxed from feeling so well held. So thoroughly secure in his arms.

Could she kick things up to eleven in the kiss? Was there any further to go? Unclear, but she seemed to be trying.

[hasaknightjob]

If anybody could, it would be Harley. Much like she had a talent for getting a smile, and even something like a laugh out of Marc as they kissed. Not mocking, more amused at the things she could manage to make happen and that he would go along with. Case in point how high that kiss could go.

[totalwildcard]

Apparently Harley could also mutter "Whazzofunny?" into the kiss. Sure it was garbled and sure, she was clearly unwilling to let up a single bit of intensity for it, but still.

[hasaknightjob]

That made the smile bigger. Which tied in to Marc's reply pretty nicely. "Nobody like you."

[totalwildcard]

"Hmmm." Harley hummed against his mouth. Half approval, half a playful sort of... pondering. "Whazzit gonna get me?"

Her nails scratched lightly at his neck.

[hasaknightjob]

"Got you breakfast," Marc pointed out. He did add a nip to her lower lip though so it was possible it wasn't just breakfast.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's lips curved into a smirk under the nipping. "And what if I wantcha to enjoy somethin' else on this table first?"

In her defense, she was known for her bad impulse control, and him being there and smelling so much like himself - particularly now, so soon after a shower - and feeling like himself, well, she found it just a little bit intoxicating.

[hasaknightjob]

"Coffee'll get cold," Marc pointed out. Of course he said that while kissing her smirk.

[totalwildcard]

"Do you care?"

He was free to drink coffee instead! Regardless of how hard she kissed him after asking.

[hasaknightjob]

"Got it for you," Marc replied.

Well, both of them. But point being he wasn't worried about it, no. Which the kneading at the back of her neck might also indicate.

[totalwildcard]

"So I'll drink it cold," Harley hummed, and nipped on his lip just a little sharper than before. "Or lukewarm if we're quick!"

[hasaknightjob]

That got another huff of a laugh out of him. "Want me in a minute now?"

[totalwildcard]

"I want you hot," Harley retorted, biting his smile again, "not too fussed 'bout anything else."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his hand down to her ass and yanked her good and close to him.

"You do all right."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh I know," Harley just about purred. A natural reaction to the good kind of getting yanked around! And/or to being all pressed up against him. Both worked, and both worked well. "Noticed how close to me ya got when you were barely in through the door."

[hasaknightjob]

"Had to take care of breakfast," Marc said. With a nip at her mouth now.

[totalwildcard]

Just made her smirk more. "Am I the breakfast?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had a smirk of his own against her lips. "Maybe."

[totalwildcard]

So Harley absolutely had to nip at that, now. It just made sense! And it was fair!

"What's 'maybe' mean?" she teased. "C'mon, big guy, use your words."

As he was so famously great at doing.

[hasaknightjob]

"Means could be yes or no," Marc replied, grinning at her.

He could be a wise guy sometimes.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, this is what you choose to be a wisenheimer about?" Harley demanded, oh so affronted. So very. "Marc, this is serious business!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty much," Marc replied. Looking smug.