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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[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.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't mind skin to skin with her at all. (Important qualifier there, of course.) He gave her enough room to move to deal with the zipper, then pulled her nice and close again so they could both enjoy that contact.

[totalwildcard]

Harley let the onesie fall open how it wanted to: as long as she got to smush at least some of her bare chest against his, she was happy.

In fact, she even finally ducked out of the kiss again, to bury her face in his neck and just bask, making a pleased little noise.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was okay with that. He even moved one hand up to lightly massage the back of her neck. "Comfy?"

[totalwildcard]

"Yes," Harley sighed, melting a little further with the neck rub. "I'm real glad you're here."

Not just because of his big chest.

But a little bit because of that.

[hasaknightjob]

Okay, not a sentiment Marc was used to people expressing. Certainly not with any level of contentment. So he wasn't entirely sure what to do with it, but found himself saying, "Same" before he could think about it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley smiled against his neck.

"Good," she said. She didn't need to think about that one at all! "I wantcha to be glad."

She wanted him to be all sorts of things, about and around her.

[hasaknightjob]

"You kinda manage it," Marc had to admit.

Look they were basically cuddling. Even his powers of denial could only go so far.

[totalwildcard]

"And I didn't even get around to offerin' sexual favors, yet!" Harley joked. "I think you might be easy."

That was a much bigger joke. He wasn't easy, she just had all kinds of disregard for whatever walls he might have previously wanted to put up to keep her from cuddling with him.

[hasaknightjob]

"You're not just sex," Marc said. Because he had a thing about her maybe underselling herself. Ignore how that related to how they were cuddling. It was connected, but Marc was ignoring it.

[totalwildcard]

"Duh," Harley replied, sounding amused. She would've looked it, too, but she was too busy nuzzling his neck. "Right now I'm not sex at all, even!"

[hasaknightjob]

"And I'm still here," he pointed out. Because he was, well, making a point. Dang it.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, that's what I was saying," Harley replied, helpfully. "That you're easy."

[hasaknightjob]

"Guess one of us has to be," Marc said, with a philosophical sigh. "You already took complicated."

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered. "I dunno about that," she said. "I'm feelin' pretty easy too."

A beat, for effect.

"I'm not askin' for sexual favors, either!"

[hasaknightjob]

"You got a jar that needs opening?" Marc replied.

For the record he didn't actually think she needed help with that.

[totalwildcard]

He was correct!

And, also: "... What?"

[hasaknightjob]

"If you're asking me for favors," Marc explained.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I'm not," Harley assured him. The head shake was sort of vague, with her chosen mode of cuddling. "That was sorta the whole point!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Huh," Marc said, because sometimes that was what he could manage when he was being thoughtful. (Thoughtful not being a frequent state for him.) "Just this?"