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]

Marc leaned in so his lips were just under her ear but not touching her neck.

"Both your sides are pretty good."

[totalwildcard]

Harley shivered, and made zero effort to hide it. He deserved to know the reactions he caused. "Oh, I got all kindsa good angles you haven't even tried yet," she purred, her arm winding its way around his neck.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc got a good grip under her ass and went to lift her up against him. Yeah they were right by the bed. No saying they couldn't get close before they hit it.

"Guess you'll have to show me."

[totalwildcard]

Harley was helpless to resist (emotionally, not physically), so instead she just made sure to have a decent hold on him and practically hopped into winding her legs around him. Really showing off all that strength in her.

"I'll show ya plenty."

[hasaknightjob]

"Good."

And then he fell back onto the mattress. Holding her so she wasn't going to get hurt or jostled too bad. Assuming she stayed where he was holding her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley did - for the moment, anyway. It wasn't going to last.

She laughed, as loud and near cackling as always.

[hasaknightjob]

That was okay. Once they were horizontal Marc eased his hold on her if she wanted to move. It was just that thing he did where he was trying to watch out for her, even for something dumb like dropping back on a mattress.

Since one hand was free now Marc put it behind his head so he could look up at her and watch her laughing. It was a nice sight. Clothes being off was not required for it to be nice, but it was a bonus.

[totalwildcard]

Look, they'd had at least one near-miss with the shelf before, so it was not completely out of the question that Harley might have bounced right off the bed or something, this time, had he not have looked out for her! He was a hero.

Also, as Harley's laugh died out into a snicker, she stole a quick kiss against his lips, then straightened up more, sitting up. "Oooh, lookit you getting all comfortable, good."

[hasaknightjob]

"Should I get a pillow?" Marc asked. He rest his other hand on her thigh, letting it stay there as a point of contact between them.

[totalwildcard]

Harley dragged her hand down his chest for similar reasons.

"If ya like! It'd complete the picture."

[hasaknightjob]

"If I'm providing a visual," Marc said, as though that made the difference. He stretched up to grab one of the pillows and put it behind his head. Was it the pillow he normally used when he stayed over? Maybe. So what. It was closer.

Once he had it Marc did, in fact, make himself comfortable. Now looking at Harley from a better vantage point for him to enjoy the view.

[totalwildcard]

Was it also the pillow Harley often used the night after he'd stayed over? Maybe.

Harley was smiling down at him, wide and bright, like a reward for getting comfortable. What, she liked seeing him like that! She also liked being a little smug about being able to coax him into relaxing a little, these days.

Anyway, she scooted back a little bit before settling mostly onto his thighs again. Free and unhindered access to his dick was paramount, after all, as she was about to demonstrate when her hand moved down to wrap around him.

There was yet more open admiration in her expression. "And look at you," she said, and yes, he needed to get used to her adressing parts of his body directly. "So proud."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc watched her with a mixture of amusement and desire. Which was a unique combo only Harley seemed to manage. Maybe it was that, much like seeing him relax, he liked seeing her enjoy herself without any flinty defensiveness holding her back.

Not that she hadn't earned defensiveness after what she'd been through. But that's why it was nice seeing Harley feel comfortable enough to let it go.

That she felt that way around him was, yanno, didn't suck.

"Had no idea my dick had an ego," he replied.

[totalwildcard]

"But of course!" Harley exclaimed, looking up at his face again - coincidentally while giving him a slow atroke hello. "It's only natural! He's so very good at what he does, yanno."

[hasaknightjob]

"Talents too?" Marc said. He reached out to run his hand along her arm as much as he could reach. That contact thing again.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's free hand came up to shield her mouth on one side from the gazes of imaginary onlookers, so that she could stage whisper, "I think all of that is actually just you. But I don't wanna hurt his feelings."

Because Marc might not have had any, but his dick certainly did. Duh.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shook his head, his bemusement clear.

"So thoughtful."

[totalwildcard]

Harley let her hand fall onto his hip again, and shrugged and smirked.

"I do my best!"

She did not.

[hasaknightjob]

"Usually do," Marc said, with a significant look towards what her other hand was doing.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, this is selfish," Harley informed him, looking down. "You just happen to be benefitting."

She probably wouldn't have put the particular twist in her wrist right then if that had been the case.

[hasaknightjob]

Regardless of reason, the twist got Marc's eyes to half close as he watched her.

"You're that into doing stuff with your hands?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered.

"I'm into the results." A pause for consideration. "Well, I'm into gettin' the results in me, same diff."

[hasaknightjob]

"I see," Marc said. Between her touch and the way he was watching her, she was definitely getting results. "Means to an end."

[totalwildcard]

"Uh huh, exactly," Harley said with a big nod. "That I'm also doin' some moves that I happen to know you like?"

Like she absolutely was. Even just now, as her hand moved.

"Coincidence."

[hasaknightjob]

"Right," Marc said, even as he tried moving into her touch. "You don't pay attention or anything."

Just like he didn't for her. All coincidences.