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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[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.

[totalwildcard]

And even with the shivering that those touches caused, Harley still managed to make her way out of the other sleeve as well.

Of course, now the shirt was essentially hanging around her neck, but she'd get to that in a moment. Maybe after she put a little more of her focus back into kissing him?

Look, she wasn't one to shy away from looking a little ridiculous sometimes.

[hasaknightjob]

On the plus side Marc wasn't really looking yet? Eyes closed, still kissing, all that kind of thing. But he moved his hands higher, brushing along the sides near her breasts now.

[totalwildcard]

Sadly Harley was wearing one of her more simple bra-type things. Sadly for her, obviously, because she would've quite liked to just feel his hands directly on her skin all over.

But no matter. She went to break off from the kiss to deal with the shirt, now. Truly a show of mental strength and determination!

[hasaknightjob]

Since the kiss was broken off, now Marc was going to look at her. Though funnily enough he was mainly looking at her face like that was the biggest attraction for him right now.

Didn't stop him from moving to slip his thumbs under the band of her bra though. Multitasking.

[totalwildcard]

And certainly not something Harley would want to discourage him from doing!

Her face was perhaps looking faintly flushed. Her lips were definitely looking well-kissed. She smirked at him - briefly, before her whole face vanished behind the shirt as she peeled it the rest of the way off, making her hair even messier than it had been to begin with, all loose as it was against her shoulders.

[hasaknightjob]

She may not wanted to discourage him, but something about the way Harley looked had Marc freeing up his hands so he could move them up...

... and try to muss up her hair a little more. Not aggressively. Just going to scruff his fingers through it a little.

[totalwildcard]

Harley had not expected that. It was clear from the way her little laugh came with a start, like it came as a surprise even to her.

"You're a hairdresser now?" she teased, tossing the shirt aside.

The pink and the blue at the ends of her hair was getting to be really faded, and her bleach job was starting to show some serious dark roots. She'd get around to dealing with both eventually.

[hasaknightjob]

"You do it to me," Marc said. He scruffed her hair again, then ran his fingers through to smooth it. "Getting even."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's head moved into it like she was a cat trying to headbutt his hand.

"Oh, we're doin' hair for hair now?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I am," Marc replied. He kept running his fingers through since she seemed to like it. "Dunno what you're doing."

[totalwildcard]

"Basking."

Well, it sure looked like she was!

[hasaknightjob]

"Can't say I'm minding the view," Marc told her. Still mainly looking at her face though.

[totalwildcard]

"And you're not even looking at the rack!" Harley pointed out, helpfully. "Just as well, though. This is a comfort bra, not a 'show off the lovely ladies' bra."

[hasaknightjob]

"You look hot anyway," Marc said. He moved one hand forward to brush her cheek. "I like seeing you happy. Sue me."

[totalwildcard]

"Aw, the legal system really doesn't like me enough for me to do that."

Hilarious as always!

Also ignore how she leaned into that one. Like she was happy to be happy.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc cupped her cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. "Guess nothing's stopping me from enjoying it then."

Ignore how these were not normally things he said. The word enjoy, for instance.

[totalwildcard]

There wasn't anyone to hear it here except Harley, and she was no snitch.

She was also busy nuzzling his hand, or at least attempting to. "Well, I'm not gonna," she said. "Even if it's most rudely interfering with my ruse to lure ya into my bed!"

There was no ruse.

[hasaknightjob]

"If saying you wanna ride me into the mattress is subtle what's the obvious version?" Marc asked. Because yeah, not even for him was it a ruse.

[totalwildcard]

"Dragging you into the bedroom and shovin' ya onto the bed?"

Well, since he'd asked.

[hasaknightjob]

"Guess I'll have to watch out for that one," Marc said, giving her a grin.

[totalwildcard]

"There'll be a warning," Harley replied, her own hand moving up now, just for a single fingertip to trace the outline of his grin. "'Cause I'll have to get off ya, first."

[hasaknightjob]

"Assuming your legs haven't fallen asleep," Marc replied. He made as though to bite at her finger but it was just show.

[totalwildcard]

Harley responded by giving a little flick to the air right in front of his nose, not actually touching.

"Well in that case," she said, "the warning would be me falling onto the floor."