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]

"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"And it's not!" Harley concluded, probably saying it in a slightly different way than he'd meant it, and with much too much cheer. It wasn't a forced sort of lightness, not really, but it was overpowering, for lack of a better word.

"Now, do ya wanna get fucked or not?"

[hasaknightjob]

"If you're still in the mood, sure," Marc said, not at all serious in his nonchalance.

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Harley snorted. The sound seemed loud, all things considered.

"Weren't you the one claiming it was your job to make sure I was in the mood?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Funny the things you remember," Marc told her. But he did reach to pull her in for a kiss if she let him.

[totalwildcard]

Whatever quip Harley had been about to lay on him in response, she was perfectly fine leaving to be all forgotten as she claimed that offer of a kiss, leaning down.

There was heat in it. Of course there was.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc kissed her back. There was heat in it on his side but also extra intensity. Like he was trying to put himself fully back in the physical again.

[totalwildcard]

Harley could work with that! She could use her teeth on his lip and then push for a deeper kiss, with one of her usual happy noises.

Physical was good. Much better and easier than anything else.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc made an approving noise of his own, pulling her nice and close so they could be as flush up against one another as possible. He kissed her deep, like he was trying to find something the harder things got.

(Ahem.)

[totalwildcard]

Did this still count as distraction? At least it was distraction with a purpose, if anything.

Which was to say Harley had given up on her lean in response to his pulling. Definitely didn't count as leaning anymore if your chest was all pressed up against someone else's, she was pretty sure. But it did count as a wonderful feeling, and she was all for that!

Which she hoped to show in how she kissed him back. And how she let him look for whatever he needed.

She wanted to be the one who could provide it.

[hasaknightjob]

Somehow that managed to be conveyed in the kiss? There was a tension in Marc that eased as soon as he and Harley did a something. Some little movement or sound or thing that was like pushing a button and making the need go away.

Well, the need that had made Marc look for something. The need to touch Harley and get as close as possible was only getting stronger. As was the way Marc held her since hey: she was in his arms and he knew she liked that.

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More than liked, really. Something in her eased every time he had a firm hold on her. Harley had never bothered trying to pinpoint what it actually was that felt so good about it, but the answer was likely somewhere between the physical pressure and the feeling of being wanted to stay.

Some of which got reflected outward, into the kiss, in actions but also --

"All ya gotta do," Harley mumbled, breathless and deeply distracted, "is be right here with me."

[hasaknightjob]

"I can do that," Marc told her. As a guy who had experience not being places, including in control of his own body, he got why being here could matter.

Not that he had anything trying to make him leave. But still. It wasn't a meaningless promise.

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Harley smiled, and pecked another kiss on his lips. "Good."

That sounded like it came right from the heart.

"Now lemme up for just as long as it takes me to get this damn rubber on ya, and you can hold me just as much as ya like, after."

... That, too, but in a different way.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc made a show of taking his hands off her. He did not do the same for the heated way he watched her though.

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And he would just have to guess which one of those was the cause of Harley's absolutely wicked smirk as she sat up more.

After all the stalling they'd been doing, she wasted no time in getting the condom on him. And then she wasted even less - since she had no need to be careful in the same way - shifting forward and off of his thighs, finally, lining their bodies up, guiding his dick to her --

And then sinking down on it with a groan that sounded like relief. Looked like it, too, with the way her eyes fluttered closed and her lips hung open.

[hasaknightjob]

Harley's groan was not a solo act. After the buildup and the distractions, finally feeling her hot and tight around him was enough to get even Marc to make some noise.

He moved his hands to her hips. Helping guide her if needed, simply touching if not. And he watched her, eyes dark and not interested in anything else.

[totalwildcard]

"Now you're where you belong," Harley sighed, as her eyes opened again. She smiled, wide and bright and pleased again as she took a moment to adjust, or possibly just to savor.

She brushed her hands over his on her hips.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc quirked his eyebrows up, bemused. "This exact spot, huh?"

He stressed that with a lift of his hips.

[totalwildcard]

"Yes."

Answer to his question or just a reaction to the movement inside her?

Clearly both!

"C'mon, I've been lookin' forward to this all morning long."

[hasaknightjob]

"So what's another minute?" Marc countered. Though he did it while moving up into her again so it was clearly just talk.

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered as she leaned forward, settling her hands onto his chest for support, for now.

"Am I detecting someone bein' a little restless?"

Of course, she finally moved her hips against his as soon as she said that, complete with a joyful little moan.