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]

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."

[hasaknightjob]

"Like you're one to talk," Marc said. He couldn't get nose to nose with her in this position so he went for moving his hand to idly toy with her hair instead.

[totalwildcard]

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't have pastrami breath," Harley objected, snickering, "just that you do! Those are two completely different things!"

[hasaknightjob]

"There's worse things," Marc decided. "I'll stick around even if you do."

[totalwildcard]

Harley pulled back enough to see him. Clearly he needed to see her amused face, and the smirk on it. "Aww, ya do like me."

[hasaknightjob]

She was getting a bemused smirk back in return, so good thing she could see it? "You're okay I guess."

[totalwildcard]

"I am so okay," Harley declared.

And stole a kiss.

"And ya know it!"