Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

Harley was having a quiet day in.

... What? It happened! It was allowed! Even the most high energy rogues had to take days off sometimes. There was a marathon of some awful reality show on the TV - oh, also, she had a TV now, a vintage one with a great aesthetic and terrible reception! - and she had a comfy onesie on and a takeout order on the way.

What more could a girl need?

(for one!)

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[totalwildcard]

Harley rolled her eyes at him, and flicked her fingertips against the top of his ear. Gently, but still. "Please, I specifically said thoughts and not feelings so ya couldn't play that card!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Can't fault a guy for trying," Marc said. He didn't duck out of the way of the flick. At least not more than the barest token effort. "I'm up against you. Gotta play any card I can get."

[totalwildcard]

"Have ya considered being honest?" Harley retorted, leaving his ear alone again, but leaning in like a playful taunt. "Is that in your deck?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Never heard of it," Marc replied. He put his other hand around her, resting it on her hip. Just so they could both be comfortable is all.

[totalwildcard]

Harley scrunched up her face in a predictably theatrical manner. "You just don't wanna talk to me about the onesie," she decided, not even remotely serious. "I see how it is. It's fine."

[hasaknightjob]

"It's... normal," Marc said. It didn't sound like that was the right word, but it was the best he could come up with.

Still sounded like a positive though.

[totalwildcard]

"Normal?" Harley repeated, sounding delighted. "That's a new one for me!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah," Marc said. He tried to think of a better word but it wasn't coming to mind. It existed, but he wasn't able to summon it. "I dunno. But good kind. Not the kind we don't do."

[totalwildcard]

"I'll take it!" Harley decided. And then pulled one hand back so that she could hold up one finger, very (not) serious. "As long as it's not the kind we don't do. I can't stand that. Or abide by it!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Well if you're not abiding then we gotta listen," Marc said. Was there a twinkle in his eyes? Probably a trick of the light.

[totalwildcard]

Oh, Harley knew all about those tricks. Probably played into how she was grinning at him.

From a very close distance, to boot.

"Yeah, we gotta."

Maybe she just liked saying 'we'.

[hasaknightjob]

Were their noses bumping now? Coincidence if so. Not on purpose by any means.

"Plus you look comfy. So standing's out of the question."

[totalwildcard]

Sometimes noses just bumped. Everyone knew that.

"See, you get it," Harley murmured. Which was also a thing that just happened.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc squeezed the hand on her hip. Not hard. Just acknowledgement.

"Got something."

[totalwildcard]

"Best fun in town?" Harley suggested.

And pressed a kiss right by one corner of his lips. It was soft, maybe even fond.

[hasaknightjob]

"Most interesting," Marc said. Not as a contradiction to hers. In addition to.

[totalwildcard]

Harley pressed another kiss next to the previous one, and then another next to that.

"You flatterer," she teased. It was quieter than she typically tended to be, but she was just so very close to him.

[hasaknightjob]

She was close enough he could whisper in her ear, adding another item to the list, "Colorful."

[totalwildcard]

Harley shivered, pleased. The next kiss landed softly against his temple.

"Vexing," she suggested.

They both knew that between them, it wasn't a complaint.

[hasaknightjob]

"Super vexing," Marc agreed. No, it did not sound remotely like a complaint. "The worst."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's chuckle was right in his ear, soft and quiet.

"Oh, the worst, huh?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Pain in the ass," Marc said. It sounded like a compliment even if you didn't factor in the way his lips brushed against her neck.

[totalwildcard]

Harley nipped at his ear.

"Takes one to know one, sweetie." Funny how that also sounded like a compliment of sorts. Warm and fond. "Maybe you're pretty bad, too."

[hasaknightjob]

"Not the worst?" Marc asked. She could probably feel his breath on her neck. "Guess I gotta try harder."

[totalwildcard]

Right there on her skin, yes. Sending pleasant shivers down her back.

"If ya wanna practice," Harley teased, her voice still low, near his ear, all warm breath too, "I'm right here."