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 took advantage of that helpfulness to slide his hands as far up on her legs as they could go. "You do a lotta stuff you put your mind to."

[totalwildcard]

The shorts weren't very long at all (by definition, but also in actual fact), so he could easily reach where Harley's legs met her hips. And consequently where he would probably have felt the edge of her underwear if she'd bothered with any.

Look, this was a lazy morning outfit, it wasn't going to consist of many items!

"Damn right I do," she declared, as she ran her own hands up his arms a little. "No point not giving things a shot!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc noticed the lack of cloth where he normally would have expected some. He brushed his fingertips along the spot to indicate he'd picked up on the difference. If the skin there happened to be sensitive in some way, oh well.

"If it's gonna help you out," Marc said. "Trying something to see if you like it..."

[totalwildcard]

Honestly? Any skin of hers that he touched turned a little sensitive. But also yes there was cause for a little shiver in that particular spot.

"Are you about to be noble and helpful for the common good?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Fuck common," Marc said. He spread his hands out under her shorts. "I'm talking about you and me."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's grin looked all shades of pleased. Her snicker sounded it, too.

"Okay, for our good, then," she said. "Mine and yours."

Maybe some of those words made her feel particularly good to say. But you couldn't prove nothing!

[hasaknightjob]

"Ours," Marc said. Which was kind of different even though he said it like he was agreeing with her.

[totalwildcard]

Yes, exactly that kinf of good, but also shut up, nothing to see here!

Not even in the sighy quality of the way Harley said, "Ours," back to him, running her hands up his arms so high they reached his shoulders, then his face.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was going to try to lean in and kiss her again if she was doing that. Assuming she didn't have strong opinions on his face staying where it was.

[totalwildcard]

Apart from his face staying cradled between her two hands? Nope!

In fact, she leaned right in to meet him.

[hasaknightjob]

Did the warm kiss feel different when Marc's hands were in her shorts? Well, one way to find out since that's what Marc was doing.

[totalwildcard]

Best of both (or a few!) worlds if you asked Harley. Her thumbs brushed over his cheeks and yes, it was a really warm kiss on her side as well.

Ours, ours, ours just chiming through her head, mixing in with every sensation.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc smiled into the kiss as he felt that warmth. He wasn't thinking about words, just feeling feelings. Which for him was a thing in and of itself, frankly. He rubbed his thumbs against her thighs, echoing the movement she was doing on his cheeks.

[totalwildcard]

Harley grinned into the kiss in return, or as much as she was able to without disrupting anything, anyway.

Even when she caught his lip with her teeth, it was playful. Appreciative.

[hasaknightjob]

And when Marc sucked on her lower lip in return it was a way of him saying he was there. On the odd chance it felt like he'd gone somewhere in the past however long he'd been at her place. Also underneath her. Again, he wasn't thinking about these things too much.

[totalwildcard]

Thinking was overrated anyway. He was there, Harley could feel it, that was all that mattered.

Just like in case it wasn't obvious enough from how much of her weight was on his thighs, Harley was also caressing his face and that reaffirmed that she was there.

She made one of her happy, hummy noises.

[hasaknightjob]

That weight could be anything! Touching and sounds helped show it was Harley. Okay, as did smell and taste and all the rest. But that was just more incentive to keep kissing her as he was. To see if she made more of those nice noises.

[totalwildcard]

Of course she did. Especially once she deepened the kiss again, and made a sound like he was an absolute treat.

Sometimes she devoured, sometimes she savored. This was apparently the latter. Either way, there was an intensity to it, a wild abandon of sorts.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't used to being considered a treat. (A trick, maybe...) It was an interesting sensation. Novel, but not bad. Something about the way Harley conveyed it was okay. Nothing he could automatically apply to the way he thought of himself. But nice all the same. A motivation to keep kissing her and show he thought she was special too.

[totalwildcard]

Oh, he would've been insufferable if he'd seen himself in some of the ways Harley saw him. Harley preferred it this way, honestly, getting to try and convey something new to him.

One of her hands slipped away from his face, only to slide down his arm again.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc flexed the fingers of that arm against her thigh, letting her know he was fine with whatever she was doing there.

[totalwildcard]

Always good to know, even though even Harley herself didn't really know what she was doing. Or hadn't fully decided.

At least until the split second when her hand came off his arm entirely, and reached for the hem of her shirt.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was sort of vaguely aware of what she was doing. And for some reason decided to get more persistent about kissing her. Purely to see how she would navigate getting her shirt off with that in the way.

What? He liked seeing how she adapted to things.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a noise of protest that in no way translated to any action taken towards keeping him from doing what he was doing.

She managed to pull the shirt off her shoulder and get her arm out, at least. Then she switched to the other side as that hand came off his face as well.

[hasaknightjob]

Well now she wasn't touching him as much so there was some backfiring on the plan to make this not as easy as it could be. On the other hand this did give Marc the ability to take his hands out of her shorts and start skimming them along her newly bare sides.