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]

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.

[hasaknightjob]

That was all right. The grin was inspiring Marc to kiss her more. Funny how that worked out.

[totalwildcard]

Harley giggled. Didn't let it stop her from kissing him back, but, yes.

It was the highest honor when it came to drawing happy sounds out of her!

[hasaknightjob]

The giggle got Marc to actually smile, so there was a lot of honor going around it seemed.

"Something funny?" he asked. Soft, not serious. Words were just another way to get sounds right now.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah," Harley teased, without pulling back much at all, a laugh still in her voice. "What a great kisser you are!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc quirked his eyebrows up.

"Me being a good kisser is funny?"

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, 'cause look who ain't so rough and tough and all stoic and shit now.

She punctuated it with a little peck.

Okay, two. Harley had never been very good at limiting herself.

[hasaknightjob]

"Kissing doesn't require talking," Marc pointed out.

The fact that he was still smiling undercut any attempt to make this look like him being stoic and shit right now.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley was delighting in peppering his smile with little kisses.

"Like that's relevant!" she replied. "You like kissing and it makes ya soft."

[hasaknightjob]

"No I don't," Marc said.

Ignore how he was trying to kiss her back amongst that peppering.

[totalwildcard]

"Don't lie to me, Spector," Harley retorted, smirking - not that he could really see it. Too close. "Or at least have the decency to come up with one I'll buy!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Dunno," Marc replied. "You said kissing you makes me go soft, so I'm kinda wondering about your observation skills."

[totalwildcard]

"Your squishy innards and your dick are two separate things, sweetie," Harley replied, unrepentant, "and you know which one I was referrin' to!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm not soft," Marc said, but it was a token grumble at best. Only because it was her. "I keep an eye out. Big deal."

[totalwildcard]

One of Harley's hands left his hair alone so that she could slide it down instead, down past his collarbones and dangerously close to settling over his heart.

"Yeah you are."

[hasaknightjob]

Did Harley enjoy seeing Marc make a grumpy face? Because he was making a grumpy face. A resigned one, since he knew better than to try arguing with her, but a grumpy face all the same.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's hand pressed firmer against his chest.

"Did ya want me to think you were a hardass twenty-four-seven?" she asked. "'Cause, in case ya haven't figured it out yet, I'm not actually into that sort of thing."

[hasaknightjob]

"So you're soft too," Marc pointed out.

[totalwildcard]

"Uh huh," Harley agreed readily. "Why, was that s'posed to be your big 'gotcha' moment?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Kinda, yeah," Marc admitted. He moved the hand at the back of her neck down to cover her hand on his chest. "Guess it loses something when you're wearing a onesie."

[totalwildcard]

"Givin' too much credit to the onesie," Harley retorted.

Smiling down at their hands in a way that would've instantly ruined all claims that she wasn't soft if she'd bothered to make any in the first place.

[hasaknightjob]

"You're not exactly coming off like a hard ass in it," Marc pointed out. He idly rubbed his thumb over the top of her hand while he said it. Don't mind him.

[totalwildcard]

And now Harley was smiling down at that, like a dope.

"Yeah, as I should't be."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc may have been enjoying her smile. It may have even been obvious with the way he was watching her.

"Not that you couldn't kick ass in it if you needed to."

[totalwildcard]

Harley snorted. "Yeah I could," she agreed. While her fingertips rubbed against his chest. "But I'd rather not do that right now, 'cause I haven't seen ya in a while."

Not that kicking ass with him wasn't also great fun for her!