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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[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.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't mind her talking. But this was nice too in its way. Sort of an unspoken understanding of being there for each other. The hand not holding hers cradled Harley close. She was already pretty near Marc's chest, but that didn't mean he couldn't rub her back while they kissed and indicate how much he liked her being comfortable there.

[totalwildcard]

Good thing, too, because here came the talking as a thought escaped against his lips. "Kinda feel like takin' your shirt off."

His chest was very nice. She wanted to be even closer to it.

[hasaknightjob]

"If you gotta," Marc said. But there was a light nip at her lips there to show it wasn't remotely as uncaring as it sounded.

[totalwildcard]

"Well if you wanna keep me from getting my hands all over ya..." Harley teased. Because she had to.

Just like she had to nip back.

[hasaknightjob]

"Already got one of your hands," Marc pointed out, giving the one he was holding a squeeze.

It was more of a gentle squeeze than the teasing indicated. Kind of like how the kissing was warm.

[totalwildcard]

"What, you want the other one captive too?"

Not what he'd been saying. That wasn't going to stop Harley, though.

[hasaknightjob]

"Seems busy," Marc replied. Much like how his other hand found a way to hold her a little closer and wrapped up in his arm.

[totalwildcard]

What a great excuse for Harley to drag her hand down from his cheek to his neck, to his shoulder, down his chest and slowly past her other hand she seemed to be in no rush to reclaim from underneath his.

"Real busy," she agreed, nipping at his lip again, with a little chuckle this time.

[hasaknightjob]

"Rude to interrupt," Marc said, grinning as he kissed her back. "I'm a polite guy."

[totalwildcard]

Harley made an extremely amused noise. "Polite? Like fuck you are!"

Rude, Harls! But also fair.