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]

"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?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley shrugged.

"Was I s'posed to be hounding you for more? Because I can if ya want me to. But otherwise... Yeah."

Sometimes there was a ton of worth in just getting to be with him on the couch.

[hasaknightjob]

"It's weird not being asked to do something," Marc admitted. Not in a way that suggested she needed to fix that, just that he was offering his point of view.

[totalwildcard]

"Like... you're used to finding your worth in performing services?" Harley hazarded a guess, in her own display of something thoughtful.

[hasaknightjob]

"Dunno about worth," Marc said, even though she was absolutely correct regardless of Marc's awareness about it. "But I guess so, yeah."

[totalwildcard]

"Well, you don't have to do that shit with me," Harley replied, fairly firm in her tone. Especially taking her languid body language into account. "I've been a performing monkey, and it's not fun."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's arm around her waist held her a little tighter. "You don't have to do that shit with me either."

[totalwildcard]

"You wouldn't even know what to ask for," Harley teased, but it was... very, very soft.

In fact, it may well have been just a roundabout way of saying 'I know'.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not much of an asker," Marc agreed.

For favors, for help, for anything.

[totalwildcard]

"You're lucky I'm such a giver."

No, she didn't need to press her chest so tight against his as she said that. She did it just for fun.

[hasaknightjob]

"Very generous," Marc said, rubbing her back.

He meant in personality, of course.

[totalwildcard]

"There's a bunch more I could give ya."

Probably not in terms of personality, since that was pretty much always stuck on the max setting.

[hasaknightjob]

"You already shared half a sandwich," Marc pointed out, joking. For him. "I'm doing pretty good here."

[totalwildcard]

Harley snorted, but the sound was soft. "Well, your choice, pastrami breath."