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]

"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.

[hasaknightjob]

"See? I'm helpful," he told her. Which was sort of true. Their hands were out of the way of his chest now. He was still holding her hand though so that would get in the way of fully taking his shirt off.

[totalwildcard]

"Suuuper helpful," Harley replied, really drawing the word out. She finally left his skin alone so she could try and push his shirt up his chest. There'd be maneuvering and letting go, eventually, but she'd get to that when she'd get to it. "Pretty sure helpful boys get rewarded, too!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not a boy," Marc said, with a quick squeeze of her hand to silently tell her this was a serious request.

[totalwildcard]

"Man?" Harley offered without missing a beat. (Maybe while squeezing his hand back, but you couldn't prove anything.) "Guy? Ooh, fella?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Anything adult," Marc said. There was a quick, grateful look in his eyes for how quickly she'd adjusted to it.

[totalwildcard]

Hey, it wasn't Harley's first rodeo with him. And it was rapidly becoming more and more important to her to listen.

She smirked. "Oh, I know just how adult you can be," she teased as she resumed her efforts with the shirt. Could she work his other arm out of it...? "But don't let that fool you into thinkin' I don't want ya to remind me."