Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

[totalwildcard]

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]

She succeeded. And got another kiss for her troubles. One which felt like it came with a smile.

[totalwildcard]

So it did.

Funny, it seemed that way from Harley's side, too, actually. Might've been more of a smirk, but still.

[hasaknightjob]

Smile, smirk, either way it got more of an appreciative kiss out of Marc. Almost as if he liked the expressions on her just as she did on him.

[totalwildcard]

And what was poor Harley to do with appreciation, especially served up so directly, except bask in it?

Or, you know. Kiss him back like she appreciated him, too. As far as feedback loops went, it wasn't a bad one.

[hasaknightjob]

Not bad at all. It got Marc kissing her a little slower. More tenderly. Lightly sucking at her lips, for example. Because if there was going to be appreciation, he didn't want to rush.

[totalwildcard]

He just had a knack for lighting some of that very sweet kind of helplessness in Harley, didn't he? The mood shifted only just a little bit and suddenly she found herself feeling damn butterflies.

She was squeezing both his hands again, as she kissed him back. Not too hard, but like she was holding on to him.

[hasaknightjob]

He squeezed back as he kept up with the kissing. Something about the vibe change was encouraging him to keep going with the lightness. He liked what was going on at the moment and wanted more of it.

Amazing all the things he could do when he didn't think about it much.

[totalwildcard]

Without letting go or loosening her hold any, Harley let their hands fall down, closer to her knees than anything else.

Another little bit of surrender to go with how loud her heart seemed to thump in her ears, all of a sudden.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let his hands rest there. He shifted his hold just enough so that his thumbs could rub her knees instead of her hands. The kiss stayed lingering, soft, appreciative.

[totalwildcard]

And just like that, Harley was glad she was in shorts again, for nothing more salacious than having him be able to touch her skin just there, too.

As for the kiss? She wasn't pushing for anything more than it was - a miracle in itself, as it always was when he got her to slow the fuck down. Soft, lingering, she could do it when it was him.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't want Harley to change for him. For herself if she wanted, sure, but not for someone else.

So it wasn't that she was slowing down that mattered. He liked that she was loud and brash. But this didn't feel like change. More like a part of her that was always there and he was getting to see it.

Which was nice. That he liked. He tried to show it by making his kisses more tender than they'd normally be. Soft for soft.

[totalwildcard]

So it became another loop. He gave her something soft, Harley echoed it back; he gave her something more tender, she echoed that back too. It felt like breathing him in, like a steady, slow cycle of inhales and exhales.

She found herself liking it. Sinking into the flow of it, moving with him in the slowest of ways.

[hasaknightjob]

Kind of like a dance.

Marc's own loop here was the softness. Now that he was on it, he wanted to keep giving her something nice and tender. Why, he couldn't say. But it led to a point where, when he paused to breathe, there might have been an unconscious nuzzle of her cheek.

[totalwildcard]

Harley wouldn't fault him for it. She also wasn't going to call any attention to it, but she was going to drink it in while she stole a deep breath of her own.

She remembered, in her own, hazy way, how awkward he'd seemed about soft and gentle things at the start. Months ago.

And look at him now.

[hasaknightjob]

Seemed like they were both bringing out facets of each other that most people didn't get to see.

Though there were some that were constant. Like Marc also taking advantage of that pause to look at Harley's face to make sure she was okay.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was okay. Looking just a little bit dazed and disheveled, but that was par for the course when they got going with their makeouts.

She smiled at him a bit, like she was onto him and his checking up on her, but was playing nice about it.

[hasaknightjob]

He could have asked if she was okay so this was him being nice too. Nothing verbal! Downright gentlemanly.

He smiled back. Another one of those mirror things.

[totalwildcard]

Harley moved their hands a little ways up her thighs, and then back towards her knees again. No other goal in mind except to add another sensation into the mix.

She was watching his face, too, but had no need to ask if he was okay. Verbally or not.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc pressed his thumbs in as their hands moved. Also adding another sensation into the mix. He kept watching her face.

"You look good," he said. Soft, like somebody could overhear them.

[totalwildcard]

Bruce might! That was excuse enough.

Clearly, since Harley followed suit. "'Cause my lips are all puffy from all the kissing?" she teased, but all soft and private too. And while moving their hands again, sliding them along her thighs.

[hasaknightjob]

"Whole package," Marc told her. He pressed his fingers in as they moved up. Not hard, just touching.

[totalwildcard]

"Whole shebang?"

She brought their hands all the way up to the soft hem of her shorts, and then moved them down again. Gentle and slow, as seemed to be the mood of the moment.

Somewhat.

"Not half bad yourself."

Okay, that came out with an amused smirk.

[hasaknightjob]

"Half's better than my usual," Marc said. He kept his thumbs so that they ran along the inside of her thighs as they moved. "I'll take it."

[totalwildcard]

"I'm willing to give ya more of me," Harley replied, surprising no one, especially with the mischievous tone her smirk took on right there, "if that sweetens the verdict any."

And up again, with the hands.

[hasaknightjob]

"Thought it was that I'm half," Marc said, moving his hands up with hers. He let his thumbs briefly get caught at the hem of her shorts, just to sneak them under. "Which, yanno - "

Marc finished that off with a wry smile. Dissociation humor, had to love it.