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]

"Pretty good with your hands," Marc murmured against her mouth.

Hey, he could give feedback sometimes. Words and everything.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah?" Harley breathed. "Does it make ya want more? 'Cause it's makin' me want more."

A fact she was somehow managing to somewhat convey via touch, too. If strokes could be adoring then that was what Harley's hand was accomplishing.

[hasaknightjob]

"Have as much as you want," Marc told her. There was another sound that was closer to a groan as her hand did something extra nice. "I trust ya."

[totalwildcard]

"Doesn't answer the question, baby."

Now, was that going to stop her? Probably not for longer than a moment.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had forgotten there was a question. So he tried kissing her harder to see if that worked as a reply.

[totalwildcard]

Well it worked for something!

Namely getting Harley distracted as she felt the immediate burning need to reciprocate to the absolute best of her abilities, but that was something!

[hasaknightjob]

Distracted? Them? Never.

Marc slid his hand back into her hair and held her close as he kissed her harder though. Sure what they were doing was meant to involve him lying back but whatever. There was time.

[totalwildcard]

Harley could and would push him back down, anyway!

At some point.

When he wasn't so distracting.

He was kissing her hard enough that it forced a happy whimper out of her mouth and into his, so she wasn't doing so hot on the focus side of things. It was enough of a miracle her hand was still working him over.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc smiled at that whimper. And even though it was arguably against his interests to distract her, any change in what she was doing with her hand was more evidence of her enjoying herself, which in and of itself was a turn on. So it worked either way.

He did break the kiss eventually. But so he could lean in, nip at her earlobe, and say, "Nice."

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a noise that was best described as simply turned on.

"Yes you are."

[hasaknightjob]

That got a warm chuckle out of him, right by her ear. Then he lay back on the bed to watch her again.

[totalwildcard]

Harley chased him some of the way, just to steal a kiss against his cheek.

And, okay, also because she needed to be leaning anyway, though more towards the bedside table now. The stretch was unlikely to have an adverse effect on his view, although she did have to let go of him to do it.

[hasaknightjob]

It was a good view. It also let him trail his fingertips along her side, since why not use more than one sense to appreciate her?

[totalwildcard]

Harley certainly wasn't objecting! She may have shivered a little at the lightness of the touch, and her skin may have goosebumped a little, but those weren't objections either.

Also, she didn't dump the box of condoms onto the floor, this time! Mainly because the thing had now been taped onto the edge of the bedside table, because Harley loved a quick and easy solution most of all. And in this case, it allowed her to fish one out without a fuss, so, result!

She made a triumphant little noise over it as she was straightening up and everything.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc noticed the tape and shook his head - charmed. The word being used was still charmed. (Even if it wasn't the only word that applied.)

"Wall still fortified too, huh?" he said, since naturally he looked up at that next.

[totalwildcard]

"Why change something that works?" Harley replied with a big, easy shrug, like it was obvious.

So yes, the books were still there. As was the police tape holding the shelf together, above.

[hasaknightjob]

"Story of your life?" Marc guessed.

[totalwildcard]

"For the good stuff!" Harley confirmed brightly, turning more of her attention on tearing the wrapper open. "And then 'why change something that doesn't work when I can con myself into thinking it does?' for the bad."

She remained all to casual about saying shit like that.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc told himself this was the kind of question it was smarter not to ask. But even so, "Where do I fall on that scale?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley looked up, and blinked.

"Huh?"

That was not a track her brain had been prepared to be on!

[hasaknightjob]

"Forget about it," Marc said, waving it off. Because really just a half second of time to think about it had been enough to make him regret giving in to the urge regardless of what Harley's answer was.

[totalwildcard]

"But you were askin' about you," Harley hazarded.

Unwisely, maybe, but her brain had not fully caught up to what she thought he'd asked. So he was getting that, earnestly.

[hasaknightjob]

"Wondering where I was on things that work," Marc said. Because he did have sympathy for feeling like you'd skipped a beat in following reality, even if in this case it was just being distracted.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh!" Harley said, like a lightbulb turning on. Then she gestured - with the hand holding the condom between two fingers - at... well, this entire situation. The state of them. "You work!"

Except of course, her head tilted right after, and she looked off to the side in thought. "Of course, I usually haven't been really able to tell in the moment 'cause the power of wishful thinkin' mixed with pure delusion is so strong..." She trailed off, then waved a hand, cheerfully dismissive. "But I'm sure you're fine!"

[hasaknightjob]

"In the moment's fine," Marc said. She wasn't scared of him or worried, that was the thing that'd been itching at him. "Doesn't have to be anything else."

Right? Right.