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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"Well," Harley replied, pressing a few kisses against the corner of his mouth, and his cheek, "you're in my house now. So that's gotta count for something."

[hasaknightjob]

"You're not just anybody," Marc told her. He kissed her cheek as long as she was in a position to make that easier for him. "Had to walk here and everything."

So far. Oh so far.

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Harley's snort was a little puff of air against his skin. "Oh, yeah, poor little baby must be exhausted," she teased, getting a little closer to his ear. "Should I have let you sit down instead?"

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The immediate mental image was too good not to share. "You think you could lift me?"

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"Probably," Harley replied without giving it even a second's thought.

Hey, she thought so! No point pretending otherwise!

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"You can try it next time," Marc told her. He wrapped both arms around her back again in a way that was going to make it difficult for her to go anywhere.

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It drew a little laugh out of Harley, delighted.

"So not now?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I have you where I want you," Marc pointed out.

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"Do ya?" Harley asked, obligingly. "What for? Or do you just like keeping me real close?"

Considering how much she turned into a barnacle mixed with a koala when she was around him... Clearly that was not a bad like to have.

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"Close is good," Marc said. He leaned down to press a kiss to her neck. "Rest is extra."

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Harley tilted her head away - and then let it flop against the front of his shoulder because he was right, close was good.

Although she was still going to poke fun at him for it. It was just what she did.

"You're happy with so little."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm never happy," he reminded her.

There was a smile that indicated otherwise though.

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Harley couldn't see it, but the way she rubbed the back of his neck with her fingertips seemed like an accusation, somehow.

"Bullshit and you know it."

Oh and that, too.

"Not all the time, 'cause duh. But you've got your moments, I see them. You get a spark in your eyes."

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"Yeah, well, your fault," Marc said. He moved one hand up and down her back. Not trying for anything but touching. "Can't blame me."

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"Oh, it's like a badge of honor," Harley countered, nuzzling at his shoulder. "It's a champion's feat! The very best I have to show for my skills in turnin' a frown upside down!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his shoulder to give her more room to work with. "Sorry I don't have a medal to give you."

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"You bein' happy sometimes is reward enough."

But sure, she wasn't attached or anything.

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Marc rubbed her back again. "I get that."

Neither was he.

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Harley gave a happy sigh, and made an effort to bury her face against his neck. Don't ask what was behind the impulse, this time - it was definitely nothing.

"Ain't just the screwing, neither," she muttered. And breathed him in. "As fantastic as it is."

[hasaknightjob]

"Not just the sex," Marc agreed. He kept rubbing her back. For reasons. "Or you being hot."

Hey, sort of sneaking compliments in. He could do that sometimes.

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"Or you," Harley said, because hey, that compliment went both ways! "Although we are both real hot, and we'd make bank together on OnlyFans."

Sometimes she had no inside thoughts, as usual.

But she was still rubbing the back of his neck, too, and her voice seemed to be going more... thoughtful. Just a little bit. "It's the other stuff, too. Breakfast, restaurants. Fast rides." She gave a faint shrug. "Wakin' up."

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"Dancing," Marc said, though they hadn't done that one in a while.

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"Oooh," Harley sighed, almost wistfully. "Dancing."

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"Could do it again sometime," Marc said, as though he hadn't thought of it before. Frequently.

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Harley hadn't, but not oit of any disinterest for it.

As may have been evident from the way her head pulled up again so she could see him. "Oh, we should," she said, looking like she ought to have been clutching her hands to her chest had they not already been occupied elsewhere. "I'll still be mostly shit at it but I don't care!"