totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

Marc was encouraged enough to scrape his teeth along the column of her neck and then follow it up with a lick.

He couldn't see whatever was on the ceiling so he had to make his own amusement, clearly.

One of these days, Harley was actually going to put stuff on the ceiling, to amuse her on her nights alone, but she really wasn't thinking about that now, with the teeth and the tongue against her skin like that. Even with her issues with focusing, im general, it was very easy just to focus on him.

She made more of her noises. Repaid him with some more scratches, extremely proud of herself for at least having gotten him out of his shirt before they landed in bed. "Ooh, keep that up..."

Yes, there was a pun in that.

Marc made a sound that was something like agreement. She could probably figure out that's what it was since she'd paid enough attention to his noises.

His action was to kiss along her collarbone until he got to the other side of her neck, where he then repeated giving her attention with his teeth and tongue.

Harley obliged him by tilting her head the other way, giving him more room on that side just like she had on the other side, too.

Her noises and general happy restlessness were the most obvious feedback she was giving him, but with the way the front of her onesie had fallen open, it wasn't exactly difficult to tell he was having other effects, too: her nipples were getting to be points against his chest. And that was before Harley gave in to the urge to steal one of her hands away from him so she could slide it over her breast instead, for a little squeeze and a fondle.

"Trying to change the view?" Marc asked.

He did not sound like he minded.

"Are you objecting?"

He didn't sound like he was, so the hand remained. Playing and teasing.

"Just wanna know if I'm in your way," Marc said. He brushed his lips up to just behind her ear as he did.

Harley sighed. Not a displeased noise by a long shot. "Baby, I want ya in my way right now."

"If you're putting on a show," Marc explained. He gave her earlobe a light nip just because he was in the area.

"Am I?" Harley teased, the first word more of a gasp. Her voice was going more sultry, a surefire way to tell she had a big ol' smirk on her face, even when he couldn't see it from his current position. "You wanna watch?"

And there went her other hand, sneaking between them to join the first one, knuckles rubbing against his chest as her fingers ran over hers.

"You wanna watch while I play with my rack for ya?"

Whatever reaction Harley was expecting - whatever reaction Marc might have thought he would give to an offer like that in the abstract - actually turned out to be Marc moving back up to kiss her on the mouth. Long and warm and soft.

... Oh.

Oh, okay then, definitely not what Harley had been expecting. But the surprise only lasted for a second, before the usual instinct of kissing him back kicked in.

Because far be it from her to waste such a warm and soft kiss on being confused.

Yeah, Marc wasn't really sure what was going on there either. Not that he was a bastion of introspection at the best of times. But at least if he'd had to guess how he might react this wouldn't have been it.

It was what he was doing though. Kissing her in a way that could almost be called tenderly.

Yeah. Yeah, that seemed to be about the right word. And it was... doing things inside Harley's chest. On top of which, incidentally, her hands had stilled - with the surprise of it all - and were now just cupping her.

She paid that no attention. She was too busy doing her best to match him with the vibe of the kiss, letting some of the sudden warmth inside her chest bleed into how she was responding.

Marc kept up with the kiss. He moved one hand down, shifting position enough that he could get it between them and over one of hers. He gave a light squeeze, more a silent acknowledgement that he was there than anything else.

Harley gave a light little hum in response, almost like a sigh right into the kiss.

Something pleasant.

Marc squeezed again, lightly kneading now, still keeping his hand over hers.

Harley took it as encouragement. She took a cue from his kneading and let him feel her hand move underneath his, picking some of her earlier playing back up.

Just, now with him, too.

Once again that got her soft kissing. Marc was enjoying it, given their position it was clear that he was even with his pants in the way. but the response was still something easy and tender.

And it was still kind of throwing Harley off. Not in a bad way! But in a 'huh, wasn't expecting that' kind of way. She wasn't fumbling her response, but it lingered somewhere on the edges of her mind.

Felt like she was learning something. She just wasn't entirely sure what.

She gave his lip a little lick. And also caught her nipple between her fingers. Nothing rough, just a little tweak.

Frankly Marc was learning things as well, but he also had no idea what. He wasn't going to linger on thinking about it though. Instead he gave her lip a light nip in return. His hand mimicked hers, with him now adding to what she was doing instead of her following him.

Maybe he'd get lucky and Harley wouldn't call any attention to things out loud.

She made a noise in her throat that definitely wasn't a word. It was something pleased, though. Both for the sensation of her hand on herself (because duh, of course) but also for the feel of his. It was - well, here was that word again: nice.

She got a little bolder, with the kneading and the tweaking. Not more rough, just more... more. And not only that: her uncovered hand on the other side got back to work too.

Marc followed along, applying extra pressure with his thumb when she gave herself a pinch. Also rocking into her as much as he could in time with the way her other hand was moving.

Really should've gotten his pants off earlier. Maybe he'd remember to do that soon-ish. Maybe.

Maybe! Harley didn't seem to be in a rush to remind him. She was trying to cant her hips up into his thrusts, enjoying the rhythm of the rocking and how it seemed to be syncing up with the way she was kneading at her breast. How every sensation in her body seemed to be talking to each other.

She exhaled a little moan into the kiss. As was her way, it sounded happy.

Marc deepened the kiss in response to the moan. He pressed in with his hips, giving her more weight on top of her and something even more solid to move up against. He didn't make much noise but his breathing seemed not unhappy.

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