Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

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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]

"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.

[totalwildcard]

"There's nothing normal here," Harley quipped with missing a beat, "which is lucky for me!"

'Lucky' was another one of those words she pronounced all big somehow, with lots of bared teeth.

She glanced past him at the bed, and seemed just about ready to maneuver him on it, except -- "Wait, no, I know how that goes," she said, with a theatrical shake of her head. To herself, mostly. "Nuh uh, if I don't get ya outta your clothes first, I'll be comin' on your jean-clad thigh or knee or something before I even realize what's happening."

Which was why when her hands left his ass - with one last appreciative parting pat - they went straight for his shirts, instead.

[hasaknightjob]

That actually got a chuckle out of him as he did what he could to help her without getting in her way. "That'll be a first for us."

Both of them thirtysomethings going on sixteen.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, I've noticed that trend with us," Harley replied, even if that was already evident enough from how she peeled his upper body bare and tossed everything carelessly off to the side, not looking where it landed. "And usually I don't mind all the delicious heavy petting and dry humping action, but I'm tryin' to do a thing, here!"

Which explained why she was going directly for his pants, next.

[hasaknightjob]

"Understood," Marc said. Which was why he kept himself to watching her and moving only as much as needed to help her along. He knew from past experience things like touching led to them getting distracted.

[totalwildcard]

He really, really wasn't wrong there. Of course, Harley still sort of mourned the lack of touching, because she could do that even when she'd just made big noise about exactly why they should avoid it, and you couldn't stop her!

But she got him out of his pants and his boxer briefs in something close to record time. And then she straightened up and -- gazed upon him, with open admiration laced with want. "Damn," she said, "doesn't get old."

[hasaknightjob]

Harley liking what she saw certainly wasn't hurting Marc's own enjoyment of the moment. Which was much easier to see now so that worked out.

"We get to make this even?" Marc asked, indicating what remained of Harley's clothes. Not touching yet because again, they did get distracted.

[totalwildcard]

In response, Harley made an extravagant, welcoming gesture at the entirety of herself, and smirked big and wide.

"Knock yourself out, baby."