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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She elicited a grunt out of the back of Marc's throat with that motion. A good one, for the record.

"Sure," Marc said. He clearly was still not getting the difference.

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"Ooooh I know that one!" Harley exclaimed, far too excitedly. Although in her defense, there was little reason for her to not be excited about just about everything just now. "That's the 'sure' that comes out when you have no idea what the fuck I'm babblin' about!"

Yes, she did still manage more movement while saying that. It made some of the words a little breathy in places.

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"Pretty much," Marc said, because there was no point denying it.

In the meanwhile he moved his hands up to start caressing as much of her sides as he could reach.

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He could reach blissfully plenty, what with Harley's significant forward lean on her arms.

"Ya want the explanation now or later? I mean, assumin' the 'sure' didn't mean you're good not knowing."

[hasaknightjob]

"Is it gonna make sense?" Marc asked, because he knew himself.

In the meanwhile he brushed his hands along the sides of her breasts.

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"Does anything I tell ya make sense?" Harley wondered, leaning right into the touch.

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"Varies," Marc admitted. He cupped her breasts, starting to massage them.

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"This one's a metaphor about who's in -- charge," Harley supplied, with another insistent downward movement that was also the culprit in making her breath hitch in the middle, there. "Sometimes it aligns with the physical, and sometimes it don't."

If she sounded distracted, well, among other things, his hands were on her.

"That's your lesson preview."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc might've said something about not being aware that either one of them was in charge of anything. But then she did that movement and thinking, let alone articulating, was not something he was currently capable of.

"Okay," he said instead. It was a relative of "sure" to be, well, sure.

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And that was fine! Harley wasn't even going to call him out on it! It wasn't all that relevant in the moment, anyway, and certainly not as relevant as Harley's repeat performance of what had fuzzied up his thinking the first time.

"Okay," she breathed, with a happy grin down at him.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was going to take that okay and her grin as a sign he should keep going. He moved his hands so that as he kneaded he was rolling her nipples between his thumb and index fingers.

[totalwildcard]

Very smart thinking on his part there.

Which Harley could reward by finding a little more of a rhythm. Not too fast, but strong, each downward roll of her hips filled with intent.

[hasaknightjob]

That got another grunt type sound of out Marc. He did his best to match her, working the rhythm into his hands as well as he tried to see what sounds he could elicit out of her.

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This one, for example: a low "Oh", a whole bunch of pleasure and desire packed into a single syllable. So, multiple reasons for him to like that one!

Much like Harley liked when they moved together. Did this count as teamwork? It was definitely the kind they'd had the most practice with! And a kind that Harley was putting her back into, figuratively and literally, especially now that she'd hit her stride.

[hasaknightjob]

They were doing it together so it was a kind of teamwork, sure! Fighting, dancing, other things starting with F. Just different kinds of knowing how to handle the back and forth of the person you were with, really.

Like now, when Marc tried to see if he could put his lips where at least one of his hands were. Fun for both of them if he could manage it.

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It didn't take much for Harley to figure out what he was going for, since it was something she knew he liked to do. (And something she liked having done to her!) And with her hands pressing on his chest, it was almost impossible to achieve - so she shifted her hands off his chest and onto the mattress on either side of his shoulders, making the angle of her forward lean a lot sharper. And bringing her chest better within his reach.

Well, his reach with something other than his hands, anyway.

"Go ahead, baby."

The angle of the way they were joined together changed too. And not for worse, judging by Harley's happy moan on the next thrust.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was going to. But close for one thing meant close for others. Such as kissing Harley herself.

Her fault for being so distracting. Or that's what Marc's defense would be if he needed to have one.

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He didn't need one. "Hi," Harley breathed, happy and almost soft in tone, right before his lips met hers again.

His own fault for being so distracting, maybe?

[hasaknightjob]

"Still here," Marc told her. Which was sort of a joke on the "hi" but it came out more serious as he said it, as he remembered she'd asked him to stay with her.

So, yanno. Both. Whatever. Nothing wrong with kissing in this moment, it fit the mood and activity. Shut up.

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Harley was shutting up, at least! Bit busy kissing him like her life depended on it, you see.

With her lean, her hair kept falling like a curtain on either side of their faces, but she cared not as long as it didn't actually get in the way.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc freed up one hand to brush her hair back away from her face. Then as long as it was there he tried to use that hand to adjust their angle so he could kiss his way down from her mouth towards her neck.

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Harley let him, although not without a pouty-sounding little whine when his lips so cruelly abandoned hers!

The sentiment was gone in about the length of time it took them to find her neck instead.

[hasaknightjob]

There was that huff of air that indicated something like a laugh at her whine - not mocking, charmed again. He made it up to her by finding a sensitive spot on her neck and sucking at it.

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Yes, see how quickly the whine gave way to a husky little noise of pleasure? Maybe there was worth in not getting kissed!

And some of that worth came from having a sliver more attention to give to her hips again, making those motions a little more deliberate. Less distracted.

[hasaknightjob]

Her movement got a groan out of Marc which vibrated right against Harley's skin as he kissed and sucked at her neck. Nothing hard enough to leave a mark, but nothing butterfly-light either.