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]

"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!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I got plenty adorable already," Marc told her in one of those things he might not have said out loud if they weren't already fairly into this.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, but you can't put me in a drink," Harley retorted, scratching her nails down over his bare shoulder. Light, like a hello. "And there's always room for more adorable. Don't limit yourself!"

[hasaknightjob]

"You take up a lot of room," Marc told her.

Not a complaint.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gasped anyway. "You'd say that to a lady?!"

He was not talking to a lady, first of all, and she knew it.

[hasaknightjob]

"You've got a big personality," Marc replied, with an additional look of so there.

[totalwildcard]

Harley used it as an excuse to finally let go of his hand, anyway. It didn't go far: in fact, she immediately got back to peeling his shirt the rest of the way off.

"Well, you've got a big chest, so there."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc helped her along with the shirt even as she got a huff of a laugh out of him. "That's what you're going with? Big chest?"

[totalwildcard]

"Uh huh!" Harley confirmed, brightly, tossing his shirt over to the other end of the couch. "You know me, I mostly focus on what's right in front of me!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Like this?" Marc asked, and tried to pull her in for a kiss.

What? Maybe she felt nice against his bare chest. Shut up.

[totalwildcard]

It shut Harley up, at least for the moment! A bit too busy making sure he could feel a bunch of fuzzy fabric against his skin.

And kissing him. Very much kissing him back.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had both hands free now, so he wrapped his arms around her and held her nice and close for all that kissing. Any appreciation of fuzziness was extra.

[totalwildcard]

Nice and close was exactly where Harley wanted to be. She had one arm looping over his shoulders again, to reciprocate, while her other hand brushed down the side of his face.

Touch-happy, as always.

[hasaknightjob]

Everybody knew Marc wasn't touch happy. Mere coincidence then that his hands roamed over Harley's back as he deepened the kiss. Nothing hot or urgent. More of that warmth like they'd been doing earlier.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a noise of approval as she responded to his deepening of the kiss in kind. Would it be a little too on the nose to say she was feeling kind of warm and fuzzy? Tough shit, because she was.

And it was because of him, whether he could believe that or not.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc absolutely wouldn't. But he could maybe be okay with having her wrapped up in his arms and her not objecting to how it felt. They'd been at this for a while. It'd happened often enough even he could notice it. Maybe even comment on it via light sucking of her lips.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a noise that was close to a purr. Just some ridiculous, low thing that said she was very happy with him doing that.

Just in case he could use even more evidence.

[hasaknightjob]

It certainly didn't hurt. He maybe even made a soft noise of his own in response. A low, wordless murmur that he was right there with her.

[totalwildcard]

Was he aware he was adorable?

Rhetorical question, of course he wasn't. Harley was stroking his cheek like he was precious, though. While her other hand wandered over to where it could pull the zipper on the front of the onesie a little further down, because skin-to-fuzz was nice but she also found herself with a craving for skin-to-skin.