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]

"Says you," Marc told her. Though admittedly he had seen her toss some stuff when they fought those guys going after Cass. But what did facts have to do with anything? "I'll believe it when I see it."

[totalwildcard]

"Then I guess you got something to wait for, huh?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Guess so."

Marc looked surprisingly pleased for a guy who was just told he wasn't getting instant gratification on something. Also for being Marc, frankly.

[totalwildcard]

Harley cradled his face between her hands, and smiled at him, reflecting something pleased right back to him.

And then she pulled her hands away, and announced, "But I'm gettin' up now."

And went to do just that, scooting back and off him.

[hasaknightjob]

Sure enough, Marc watched to make she didn't trip for whatever reason.

[totalwildcard]

And she did not! Harley made it off him and onto her feet without much of an incident, despite how staying in one position for so long was something even she could feel in her chemical-addled muscles.

She even made a little gesture of 'ta-dah!' once she was fully upright on her feet again, like a gymnast finishing a routine, because that was just how she was as a person.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc hadn't been ruling out her pretending to trip to test him, so regardless he watched the results with interest.

"Nice job," he said when she gave the flourish, since that was as effusive as he got. "Tens all over."

[totalwildcard]

"Thank you!" Harley replied, preening. Smugly. But cheerful about it!

And then held out her hands for his.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc hadn't anticipated the offer. He took her hands and waited to see where she was going with it.

(He could guess, he just wanted to see.)

[totalwildcard]

Well, then! That was just a great excuse for Harley to put on a big show about hauling his up to his feet. Big backwards lean and everything!

"Come on!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc likewise made an effort to seem heavier than he was. Not that Harley couldn't move him at all, but enough so he could watch her keep up the show.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley really put her back into it! Figuratively and literally. She could sometimes be something of a cartoon character, and that was on full display here, in the way she genuinely risked falling on her ass as she wrenched him up from the chair, so exaggerated in her backwards lean, feet planted so firm against the floor near the chair.

She huffed and puffed to really sell it, too. "Jesus, you're a workout, sweetie!"

[hasaknightjob]

When she got him out of the chair Marc used the momentum to stand closer to her than she had necessarily been pulling.

"Thought you liked it when I made you break a sweat."

[totalwildcard]

All the more convenient for Harley to grab onto him so she wouldn't actually fall on her ass. See how everything worked out?

"Usually there's big perks involved," she retorted. "It's not the same!"

[hasaknightjob]

"My bad. I'll keep it in mind for next time."

Marc knew where they were heading but he didn't move. Again he wanted to watch Harley take over with all this.

[totalwildcard]

Also convenient for Harley, who leaned in real close, to slide her arms around his waist - mostly so that she could then give his ass a friendly grope on both sides.

"And I'll be sure to remind ya."

She glanced over his shoulder, making sure the coast was clear, before she gave his hips a nudge with hers, with full intent to back him up towards the bedroom.

[hasaknightjob]

Funnily enough, this position made it easy for Marc to put his hands on Harley's ass as well. Which he did as he let her guide him.

"See?" Marc said. "I don't mind when you're pushy."

Get him with the jokes.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave him a little huff accordingly. "Good, 'cause I plan to be," she said, "and you can just enjoy the ride."

Though first, she got them safely in through the doorway.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc appreciated that he didn't accidentally hit his head on the way in. Or trip on anything.

He also appreciated that nothing about the way they were moving prevented him from squeezing Harley's ass.

[totalwildcard]

For all that Harley lived kind of messily, she didn't generally leave much stuff on the floor. And he was welcome!

Also she snickered and smirked at him as they came to a stop by the bed. "Do that again."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc obligingly did, though slower this time.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a noise that wasn't unlike a purr - and also let the squeeze serve as an excuse for her to roll her hips against his, while her hands also gave his ass a little bit of a knead.

"Oh, good job."

[hasaknightjob]

Given the movement of her hips, she'd probably be able to tell he was starting to appreciate her efforts.

"I can be taught," he told her. "Sometimes."

[totalwildcard]

Harley noticed, an exaggerated a little mmph noise while biting on her bottom lip, just to tell him she appreciated his beginning appreciation. "Old dog learnin' new tricks?" she suggested.

She got to make jokes like that, she was pretty sure she was younger than him! If not by a lot.

[hasaknightjob]

Roughly the same difference as between Steven and Watts, funnily enough.

"Normally I've only got the one, so..." Marc said, with an offhanded shrug.