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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[hasaknightjob]

Marc leaned in so he was close to her ear. "Lucky him."

This theoretical person, of course.

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Theoretical person who was certainly not in the room right now.

Harley shivered, her smirk going wide. "I'd tell ya just how lucky, but I'm afraid you'd faint."

[hasaknightjob]

"Oh yeah," Marc said. He stayed near her ear just because. "I'm known for fainting."

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It was a good spot, no one could blame him. Least of all Harley, who was finding herself feeling all sorts of fluttery in response.

"Well, you are real delicate," she teased. "I'm just lookin' out for ya. Outta the goodness of my heart."

[hasaknightjob]

"Generous of you," Marc said. He slipped his other arm around her, resting it under the one already there. "All I did was bring breakfast."

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"That you haven't collected any payment for," Harley pointed out, something in her shoulders seeming to settle now that his embrace was complete. Like a weird Pavlovian reflex. "Maybe we're just bein' mutually nice to each other, ya think of that?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was making no comment on how he felt now that he was holding her. He may have noticed the relaxation though.

"You and me? Sounds fake."

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Harley couldn't help her snort.

"Yeah it does, don't it?" she said. "Okay, maybe we're playing chicken with who caves in and starts demandin' something in return first?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm not demanding," Marc pointed out. "Best I can do is sometimes vexing."

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"The joke doesn't care," Harley pointed out in return. "It plays on rules of funny."

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Marc gave her a wry look. "You're expecting me to know rules of funny now?"

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Harley craned her neck a bit just to see it better. That look. Also just his face in general.

When it was his face.

"I'm not expectin' a damn thing, sweetie."

[hasaknightjob]

"Good. Means I can surprise you," Marc said. Then he took advantage of the angle to kiss her.

[totalwildcard]

In itself a surprise! Just barely. And not one Harley objected to.

As he could easily tell by the happy hum in her response.

[hasaknightjob]

Since he was already holding her, Marc tried to see if he could turn her around for a more comfortable angle to keep going.

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There was a good several seconds where Harley's distraction kept her from figuring out what he was trying to achieve. But she got there! And practically whipped around in his arms - only a slight exaggeration - before settling in again.

Now with her hands against his shoulders.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's hands, in turn, were now on the small of her back. He held her nice and close as he kept kissing.

No reason. None at all.

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What reason did a nice, long kiss even need, anyway? Harley was questioning no reasons for any part of it.

She'd also forgotten all about breakfast, for now. Unless maybe he was it, for the moment, since she seemed to be very committed to getting her fill. Nothing too heated, but thorough all the same. Unafraid to get all up in it.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was too. Not that he'd planned on it. No real thought about how long it had been since he'd seen her. But now there they both were and it was possible to do this so yeah. A refill. Of something.

[totalwildcard]

It had only been a matter of time before Harley's hands slid up and caressed the sides of his neck instead. A very gentle hold that let her feel his skin against hers.

At some point here she was going to realize she'd pushed herself up on her tippytoes, like that could get her closer to him, somehow.

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Coincidentally Marc was pushing her back towards the table. Which no matter what was going to get them closer. But it also let him get a feel for if it was stable enough to lift her onto.

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It was sturdy! If there was one thing Harley knew about her needs in furniture - especially lately, weirdly enough! - was that nothing should be too flimsy.

Also when the table met her backside she made an amused noise, like she already knew where this was going.

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Good. Because where it was going was Marc moving his hands down so he could grasp her by the hips and lift her up onto the table. Then move back to wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her. Close was the word of the moment.

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Harley had guessed correctly! And didn't even tip anything on the table over, either! And her prize was, well, him. Which was just excellent.

Her legs got wrapped around him almost immediately. Of course, what else?

[hasaknightjob]

Which was horrible, really. Clearly not what Marc had anticipated. You could tell by the way he pressed closer to make it easier for her to wrap as much of herself around him as she wanted.