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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"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."

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"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!

[hasaknightjob]

"Missed me?" Marc asked. Maybe he liked hearing that. Maybe.

[totalwildcard]

Harley finally managed to tear her eyes away from their hands again, to look up at his face instead.

And, apparently this called for her leaning in real close again. Noses bumping and everything.

"Yeah, I missed ya."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her hand a squeeze.

"Ditto."

It wasn't much but he said it. Big steps for him.

[totalwildcard]

Harley seemed to light up even further at hearing it, so the big step was noted. "Yeah?" she asked. "Really?"

She wasn't even going to get back on the 'look at you being soft' train!

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm here aren't I?" Marc pointed out. "It's not 'cause I didn't want your company."

Also he'd been a little worried about her. Shut up.

[totalwildcard]

"And it's not 'cause ya missed Bruce, either," Harley supplied helpfully. "Ha!"

Look, she was pleased. She was absolutely going to be a little silly about it.

[hasaknightjob]

"He's nice but not the main attraction," Marc said.

No offense, Bruce.

[totalwildcard]

"So it must be me."

And so he was getting kissed again. Warmly.

[hasaknightjob]

Harley was likewise getting kissed back. Because it was true, and kissing meant he could confirm that without having to use words. And kissing her was nice. Like right now, when it was all warm and he was still holding her hand.

[totalwildcard]

He was still holding her hand, and she was still pressing hers against his chest as firm as she could. Harley made one of her happy noises, letting herself linger for a while, focusing on nothing except communicating what a treat she thought he was.

And yeah, that she'd missed him. And was filling up her tank again, so to speak.