totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

"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.

Harley had had about a split second's worth of an urge to say something - and then he did both of those things, and who cared about words, anyway?

She yielded to the deepening of the kiss, happily, and squirmed up against him, taking all the advantage of the weight and - let's be honest now - the shape of him against her that she possibly could.

Before any further clothes came off, anyway.

Solid applied to more than one thing at the moment for sure. So did cooperation as Marc moved his free hand down to Harley's hip and helped adjust the angle they fit together so that they could fit even better as he rocked into her.

Well then! Harley made one of those exclamation point! type noises of hers, right into the kiss.

In fact, now she was making some sort of noise for practically every time he rocked against her. Funny how that worked, with the pressure and the friction and everything. And both hands - all three hands? - on her chest were working with the same rhythm, too. Kneading and squeezing and pinching in time with the peaks of the sensation from down below.

Pun intended, this was Harley.

And Marc was, yanno, not not enjoying himself. Much as he showed such things in ways besides the obvious down below. A little extra pressure with his fingers, a harder kiss to get her breathless.

Maybe even a not displeased grunt, if one could imagine such a thing.

He was showing it in being there in the first place. Harley might not have had a grasp on how he worked all the time, but there were some things she could read.

Like this. How present he was.

How breathless she was getting, all lost in the sensations and clearly just being greedy for more with how she kept moving. Getting all that friction that was making her all good kinds of restless.

Marc himself didn't know how he worked most of the time, so in some ways she was ahead of the game there.

He was paying attention for sure. Which was why he picked up on that restlessness and added a little twist to his movement, giving her even more of that friction she was enjoying.

Okay, that was a louder noise. One of those that made Harley abandon the kiss for a few seconds to let it out, only to dive right back in.

Not just to give his lip a bite, although she very much did that. Like she was repaying sensation with sensation.

Marc gave her a nip back, timed with a squeeze of his fingers on her nipple. Both to do much as she was doing, which was to add to the various heightened sensations among everything else that he hoped made her feel good.

(Much as he ever hoped about things.)

He sometimes had a very clever way of disguising his hopes in direct action. Which Harley could only approve of!

With a little gasp against his lips. And another upward squirm, somehow yet more pronounced than the others.

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