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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[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.

[totalwildcard]

These particular shorts were all loose and comfy and soft. Perfect for sneaking under, really.

Not that Harley tried to stop him in the slightest, either.

"Yes, that's why I was offerin' to supply something to fill the gap," she quipped, even if she followed it up with a little nod towards his wry look. "Not for that, though."

He had Steven for that. Literally.

[hasaknightjob]

"Thought it was my job to fill gaps," Marc said.

What? She wasn't the only one who could do it from time to time.

[totalwildcard]

And he'd earned the snicker he got.

"What, it can go both ways! Not necessarily in the same way unless you decide to get cool with some stuff, but still."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was proud of that snicker.

"So what'd you have in mind?" Marc asked. "For half."

[totalwildcard]

"I could ride ya into the mattress?" Harley supplied, definitely less of a 'what she'd had in mind' and more of a 'what came to her in the moment'. As usual. Super cheerful, though!

Also yes, she was still sliding their hands back and forth. Just maybe lingering more at the shorts end than the knee end with each round.

"Maybe even real slow."

[hasaknightjob]

"Here I thought you liked fast," Marc said. From the way he tried sliding his hands further up the inside of her shorts, slow was not necessarily a problem.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I do," Harley told him. Because, yes. "But I can like more than one thing! And I can definitely try more than one thing."

She also finally freed his hands from her grasp - mostly, anyway. Her fingers were no longer in between his, covering his wrists now instead. Still touching, also just making him more room to keep going.

Ever helpful as she was.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took advantage of that helpfulness to slide his hands as far up on her legs as they could go. "You do a lotta stuff you put your mind to."

[totalwildcard]

The shorts weren't very long at all (by definition, but also in actual fact), so he could easily reach where Harley's legs met her hips. And consequently where he would probably have felt the edge of her underwear if she'd bothered with any.

Look, this was a lazy morning outfit, it wasn't going to consist of many items!

"Damn right I do," she declared, as she ran her own hands up his arms a little. "No point not giving things a shot!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc noticed the lack of cloth where he normally would have expected some. He brushed his fingertips along the spot to indicate he'd picked up on the difference. If the skin there happened to be sensitive in some way, oh well.

"If it's gonna help you out," Marc said. "Trying something to see if you like it..."

[totalwildcard]

Honestly? Any skin of hers that he touched turned a little sensitive. But also yes there was cause for a little shiver in that particular spot.

"Are you about to be noble and helpful for the common good?"