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]

"Two things can be pretty good though," Marc pointed out. Just for her.

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"But not a list."

Sorry, vexing mode had been engaged for some reason.

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"More than one thing, it's a list," Marc said. Because he could be a pain too. A pain who was smiling, but a pain.

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"Are we a list?" Harley shot back.

If she'd thought about it any further, she might not have, but that was the Harley Quinn M.O. Anyway, she was still busying herself with nips and kisses to his wrist.

[hasaknightjob]

"We're not things," Marc replied. There was a so there implied at the end of it. He was mainly watching what she was doing though.

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"I dunno, I think you're many things," Harley retorted, and licked over the pulse point. No reason beyond that she wanted to.

And because it made for a good image for him, especially when she smirked at him right after.

[hasaknightjob]

"Like what?" Marc asked. Though he was smiling at her. Guess the view wasn't bad.

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"A chair," Harley replied, impishly, complete with an absolutely necessary faint rock of her hips. "A fighter, obviously." Her head tilted against their hands, the very picture of someone thinking really hard about things. "A pillow. A weighted blanket! Delivery guy. Absolute champion fucker."

Was the wistful sigh necessary? Yes.

"Wall integrity testing apparatus." And she touched her free hand to the one he had on her hip. "Holder..."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc maybe snickered a little. "Hearing a lot of furniture in there."

[totalwildcard]

Music to Harley's ears, honestly.

She smirked wider. "'Cause you're so comfy and it's on my mind!"

[hasaknightjob]

"What I'm most known for," Marc said, and there was a grin he couldn't help so oh well. "Being comfy."

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"I don't give any number or size of shits what you're known for," Harley replied without missing a beat, leaning in a little. "I know what I know."

[hasaknightjob]

"Because you're special," Marc said. Which seemed like him telling her instead of confirming what she was telling him.

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"Damn right I am," Harley said. She hovered close, but not touching - aside from all the obvious ways she already was, of course. "And you like that."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc tilted his head up, not touching either but improving the angle between them.

"I like you," he said. Which was agreeing and yet saying something different at the same time.

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Harley hadn't thought much about the weird, sharp moment of missing him she'd experienced while talking to Steven after it had happened. But it came back to her now - or maybe like a reverse image of a sort? Because he was there, in every possible meaning and facet of the word.

There was a weird... fullness in her chest.

"I like you too," came out with a faint strained note in it.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc felt a something when she said that. Also in the chest region. He didn't know about the rest of it, but he got there was a different meaning there. An implication.

No words seemed like the way to go right now. He leaned up to kiss her. Nothing intense. Brush of his mouth against hers. Silently saying, again, he was there.

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Oh thank fuck. Harley really didn't know what she was really saying, and so no words was an incredibly attractive prospect. Even if it was light and nothing intense, it was still a respite and a distraction and a moment where she couldn't say anything further.

(Okay, she could have. But it was a great excuse not to!)

[hasaknightjob]

Marc slipped the hand on her hip around her back so he could hold her closer. He kept kissing. Little bit harder but not deeper. Still more about saying he was there than anything heated.

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It was about the only thing keeping Harley from diving headfirst into pushing for something more heated, just because there was a sudden jittery energy inside her. As it was, she just leaned into the kiss a little more, which went great with his efforts at keeping her closer.

Her free hand settled on his shoulder - for about a second, before finding his cheek instead.

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Something about her hand on his cheek made Marc feel... more. Not anything that he could articulate. But then again they weren't talking right now, so that was fine.

So he kissed her harder. Trying to show that more without saying it.

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Harley didn't quite gasp, physically speaking. But there was something like that in the half a second between him kicking the kiss up another notch, and her lips parting further. Like an invitation.

At some point she might realize how tightly her other hand was holding on to his.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc accepted that invitation, making the kiss deeper and harder. He held her hand too. Not painful or clinging. All of it working to convey the same message: I'm here.

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Harley's hand slipped back from his cheek, to the back of his head, cradling there like she was keeping him from going away - even when the message was so clear it was practically ringing in her ears.

Or maybe that was just the rush of blood in her veins?

Either way: she was kissing him back just as hard, just as deep, leaning in further, as much as she possibly could.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc sighed in a way that sounded like agreement. His hand on her back gripped her closer. His hand in hers held tighter. He kissed her harder. In a way that could be intense enough to be painful but not in a way to hurt. Just... needing to get the message across.