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]

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.

[hasaknightjob]

"I am very fucking polite," Marc replied in kind. Because he was enjoying her reaction, sue him.

[totalwildcard]

"You wouldn't know polite if it bit ya in the ass!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Dunno if anyone doing that counts as polite," Marc said, nipping at her lip to drive the point home.

[totalwildcard]

"Figure of speech, sweetie!" Harley objected, on a laugh, her wandering hand sliding all the way down to tug at the bottom of his shirt. "Or hypocrisy! Either works!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I know a pain in the ass," Marc said, still grinning. "That help?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave him a big, theatrical roll of her eyes - and fully pretended to use that as a distraction for sneaking her hand under his shirt.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, "and ya like it, too."

[hasaknightjob]

"Maybe," Marc said, in a way that meant yes. He nodded down at their hands. "Gonna have to let go of you if you want that off."

[totalwildcard]

"All in good time," Harley sing-songed at him with a big smirk, idly scratching at his skin with the hand under his shirt. "What's the rush?"

Spoken as if she wasn't likely to rush with that in like a moment anyway.

[hasaknightjob]

"Just pointing it out," Marc told her. He didn't seem inclined to be in a rush to let go of her hand anytime soon. Not if the way he was still rubbing it with his thumb was any indication.

[totalwildcard]

Which Harley almost teased him about, only to think better of it.

Unseen, one of her nails was drawing a star against his stomach.

"Well, consider me pointed at."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's muscles twitched since hey, slightly sensitive skin. But he didn't discourage her. He did try to draw her hand up to place a kiss on her inner wrist though.

[totalwildcard]

Weird how that kiss turned Harley's smirk into more of a smile.

Even though she was fully unrepentant about continuing with her scratching.