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]

"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."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc tried to help with that free arm. It probably required more finagling than usual given their position, but he did try to lend a hand. So to speak.

"Lots of fucking swearing, got it," Marc replied.

He knew that wasn't what she meant.

[totalwildcard]

It was an absolutely ridiculous affair, but they had no audience and it worked, so who cares! Harley even made a delighted noise as she successfully freed that arm from the evil clutches of the shirt.

"Well it's a start," she said, in reference to what he'd said. "But you can do better than that."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took that newly freed arm and wrapped it around her again. Maybe he enjoyed the feeling of the fuzzy fabric of her onesie against his skin but you'd never get him to admit it.

"Buy alcohol?" He suggested.

Because it was something you theoretically had to be an adult to do, you see.

[totalwildcard]

"Not today, sweetie," Harley retorted, now pulling their still-joined hands up, herself, so she could press a little kiss or two over his knuckles. "Although ya should take me out for cocktails sometime!"

[hasaknightjob]

"We could do that," Marc said. Maybe he smiled a little at her kiss. Nobody could prove it. "Some other time."

Because he was good with where he was at the moment. And where she was. It let him do things like lean in to kiss behind her ear.

[totalwildcard]

And even if Harley had been making nay noises about going right then, that would've been a pretty great way of distracting her from it.

Even now, she made a very pleased hum of a noise. "We'll find someplace good," she murmured, "with tasty drinks."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm not having anything that needs a blender," Marc said.

Very strong, principled stand here.

[totalwildcard]

Harley chuckled. And brushed her lips against his cheek.

"Oh, next you won't want any fruit, either."

[hasaknightjob]

"It could be a garnish," Marc said. Oh so sternly. Mainly because he was enjoying her laugh so possibly it'd inspire her to keep going.

[totalwildcard]

"But what about the little umbrellas?" Harley pressed on, nuzzling at his cheek, a laugh in her voice. "They're adorable, ya gotta have one of those!"