Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

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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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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."

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

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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."

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"Teach me how to be a pain in the ass?" Marc asked. He moved the hand on her hip backwards and gave the lightest of pinches. More the concept of a pinch than anything that might hurt. "Dunno. You're one of a kind."

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Harley snickered.

"Yeah but you can still have fun, trying."

And what better way for her to underline that point than by ducking just a little further down to kiss his neck?

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Marc looked like he started to say something, but then stopped himself. Instead he tilted his head to give her more room to work with.

"I leave that in your hands," he said. "Fun."

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Harley wasn't exactly looking at his face, right then, so she registered nothing except a brief silence. So she just happily pressed another few kisses along his neck.

And said, "It's already in my hands."

Yes, that was timed with her fingers brushing up through his hair.

Yes, she was a real comedian.

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Marc mimed nipping at her neck. "More fun than your TV show?"

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Harley's teeth grazed his neck as lightly as teeth could.

"What TV show?"

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Marc didn't grin. But he didn't look unhappy as he tried to move to give her an actual kiss.

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And there was no way in hell that Harley was going to stop him from doing that right now.

She was going to immediately be all greedy about it, though, pressing him more against the back of the couch.

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Marc had sort of anticipated it being a light thing. But that hadn't been a written in stone plan or anything like that. More he felt like he was, well, feeling things out for some reason.

Either way, Harley's response was welcome and Marc was happy to let her be greedy. And maybe be a little greedy in turn.

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Harley was just living up to how many times he'd called her surprising before! Clearly.

And with his response, she was happy to stay greedy. Really re-familiarizing herself with his lips (well, lips and mouth, since, yanno, greed) and just how much she liked them.

And him.

[hasaknightjob]

It was her nature! Plus, given Marc's nature, it was probably for the best that one of them didn't mind plunging headfirst into things. Specifically that that one was Harley since fuck knew Marc wasn't inclined.

Well, not inclined when it came to nice things.

Harley was nice, in Marc's opinion. Which perhaps the way he held her tighter as they kissed helped to indicate.

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Harley was finding ways to hold him firmer, too. One of her hands was cradling the back of his head, the other teased at the hair at the back of his neck.

And of course then there was the way she was leaning into his embrace, against him, pressing considerable stretches of fuzzy onesie against him.

He was real nice in her opinion, too.

[hasaknightjob]

The onesie was definitely something. Nothing Marc could define other than that previously mentioned normal but it was a positive regardless.

Maybe that's why his hands went roaming as he kissed her back. Nothing overtly sexual. Touching in general. Appreciating what it felt like to have her in his lap and in his arms and - something.

Darn words. They'd be good words if he could think of them though.

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He was communicating loud enough.

And of course Harley hummed at his roaming hands. And nipped at his bottom lip a little, teasing it with her teeth, more of a playful 'hello' than anything else, maybe.

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Marc mimed biting her back, moving that into more kissing when he got close enough for contact.

The touching was a lot of reminding himself she was there. Also that he could touch. Also also that touching didn't require talking. Marc could maybe communicate with his hands better than actual talking. Right now what he was thinking and doing was appreciating that she was close and seemingly okay.

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Why wouldn't she be okay?

(Don't answer that.)

Harley was just... basking, really. Enjoying how easy it was to kiss him. Mussing up his hair in a predictably spectacular fashion, while leaning against him so heavily that if she hadn't already been on his lap, she should've been trying to climb into it. Taking all of the touching he had to give, and only lamenting the onesie situation because it didn't offer much of a chance for skin-to-skin contact.

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Marc was giving up on the hair as a lost cause. Funny how that kept happening around her. Maybe because he was distracted petting her through the fuzzy cloth she was wearing. Maybe because he liked it when she played with his hair.

Wait, both of those involved enjoying things. Clearly neither of them could be true then. Pfft.

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Marc, please, this was a safe space.

Harley was deepening the kiss either way. Really just reminding him what fully making out with her was like, and how that was another thing he was completely capable of.

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Even if he wasn't capable of it Marc was getting in plenty of practice. Perhaps that was why he felt comfortable deepening the kiss in turn. And moving one hand up to the back of her neck to help hold her nice and close. Not trapped, just held.

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Considering how much joy Harley got from all the times he held her very tight or put most of his weight on top of her? He probably didn't need to worry much about making her feel trapped.

She was making her happy noises again, somewhere in the middle of things. Feeling held? Always worked.

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Marc did like the noises. He moved his hand up to tangle in her hair as the other wrapped around her waist and held her tight. He gave a light nip at her lips, then licked, then kept kissing, trying to see if any more noises might come out.

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It was Harley, so there'd be plenty. And she grinned a little under all his tricks - which didn't exactly take away from the impression that she was happy.

Seemed to make her urge to play with his hair even worse, though.