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]

Marc held her tighter. Which worked as a comment on him enjoying her physical expressiveness too.

"You gotta point," he said. He tapped one finger against her back. "This one's all me."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's smirk grew wider the tighter he held her. "Damn right!" she said. "And I dragged ya in here with thoughts of makin' you feel good. No one else."

[hasaknightjob]

"That one I do like," Marc told her, running one hand up her spine now. Ignore how what he said had some implications about their relationship. Not important.

[totalwildcard]

"What, the feelin' good part?" Harley teased, with a happy little squirm. "See, you're doin' great with being you if you remember to care about that part!"

[hasaknightjob]

"You being specific," Marc replied. He walked his fingers down and up her spine again since it got a nice reaction. "That was good too."

[totalwildcard]

It was clearly inspiring something restless in Harley. The good kind, shifting against him.

"Sweetie, I can be as specific as you like."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc looked around the room, then back at her. "I got what I need."

[totalwildcard]

"It's the sign, isn't it?"

What, he'd looked around! She was hilarious, as always.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not interested in getting up close and personal with the sign," Marc said, after doing the possibly expected sigh that was his part as the - ahem - straight man.

[totalwildcard]

"No but I wouldn't judge ya if you did, it's a sexy sign and we all got our kinks!" Harley replied, because she was relentless. "But anyway, no, but it sets a vibe for gettin' up close and personal with what you do want."

This stage whisper wasn't necessary, and yet:

"Me, I know it's me."

[hasaknightjob]

Speaking of up close and personal, Marc leaned in until they were practically nose to nose.

"You're not a what," he said, stage whisper for stage whisper.

[totalwildcard]

Well, clearly Harley had to keep at it - and hold that distance, too.

"Not just a hot bod?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You have a hot bod," Marc agreed. "But you're not just a hot bod."

[totalwildcard]

"As long as we're clear on the hotness of my bod."

Oh look, another squirm.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his other hand lower to encourage her to get hip to hip with him.

"Crystal."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh good, I didn't even have to take my clothes fully off to remind ya!" Harley said, as she went with his encouraging. "I'm still gonna, it just won't be for that reason."

[hasaknightjob]

"Figured you wouldn't want to get the onesie dirty," Marc said.

Though that would be an excuse to do laundry.

[totalwildcard]

"I mean I could get dirty in the onesie," Harley was quick assure him, "just to be clear!"

Laundry excuses were great, after all!

[hasaknightjob]

"I believe it," Marc said. "I've seen you get pretty filthy."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's smirk was wide and sharp, though not without the usual mischievous spark in her eyes.

She gave his hair a little tug. Nothing too hard, just something for him to feel.

"And I think you like it."

[hasaknightjob]

"Sometimes," Marc said, because apparently they were doing a plain spoken thing? Which for some reason he could do? So long as he didn't think too much about how that was also an honesty thing?

Regardless, he walked his fingers up her spine again and gave a light tug on her hair. "You've got layers."

[totalwildcard]

Harley couldn't exactly smirk any harder at the tug than she already was, but the thought was there.

"Course I do," she said - and wasn't it weird how that now seemed like a given with him? That he knew and acknowledged and cared about that? "But I'm thinkin' of the layer that's now thinkin' real dirty thoughts about you."

[hasaknightjob]

"Which one's that?" Marc asked, grinning at her. He moved his hand further up to tap a finger on the top of her head. "Here?"

[totalwildcard]

"There, too," Harley replied easily. "But also here," and she pressed her chest tighter against his again, briefly, "and... here."

Gosh, the hip-to-hip thing they were already doing sure was convenient for a shameless little grind!

"My layers've got layers."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'd never accuse you of not having layers," Marc said.

He moved his hand down from the top of her head. Whatever destination he'd been thinking of got derailed when he brushed her cheek and ended up lingering there while he looked at her.