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]

"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.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc could in no way process being a treat for someone. But he could be there in the moment where it felt good to kiss Harley and have her kiss back. Where it felt right and even easy, which was another word he didn't often apply to his life if ever.

The hand not holding hers roamed around her back, feeling her and the fuzziness of the onesie. Altogether it was something warm, nice, and that word he kept being unable to find, which was comfortable.

[totalwildcard]

All he needed to be was in the moment. With her.

Harley's free hand had found its way to cupping his cheek again, cradling his jaw, another way to hold him. Comfortable, and showing it, feeding it back to him.

[hasaknightjob]

That actually got a noise out of Marc. Nothing big. A soft sound of not displeasure. He rubbed his thumb against her hand on his chest, encouraging and giving back in his own way, but definitely not thinking about it.

[totalwildcard]

Soft sounds were good. Soft sounds were great, actually.

Harley rubbed her thumb against his cheek, in response and in reply.

[hasaknightjob]

"You're something else," Marc murmured, not even fully aware he'd broken the kiss long enough to do that. He immediately went back into the kiss, though, so there wasn't too much lingering on things like why.

[totalwildcard]

Harley wasn't going to ask him, either. She just grinned into the kiss and let the words bounce around like an echo inside her head. The tone of his voice and how his breath hit her lips with the words.

Something in her felt like she could just burst.

Instead, she leaned even further into it. It wasn't as devour-y as she could sometimes get, but it seemed like... maybe a softer version of the same.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was right there with her = which was kind of the point, really. It was intense but not in a way that burned. More in a way that felt warm. Right. The two of them in sync without having to say anything.

[totalwildcard]

And it was such a rare feat with Harley to begin with. Getting her to shut up, willingly. No running commentary, or jokes, or innuendo. Just her little noises.

Which wasn't to say words weren't going to form again, and soon. But they weren't compulsive babbling. There was a difference.