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 he knew how shameless Harley could be about seizing opportunities. Particularly when he already had her keyed up something mad. He pressed down? She squirmed, writhed up against him like she wanted something. Like she intended to get it.

He really should've taken his pants off when he'd had the chance.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc could add it to the list of regrets in his life. Not that he was fully regretting anything right now. Harley was making nice noises and moving in fun ways so at the moment Marc didn't really have a problem with it. He deepened the kiss, trying to get her more breathless than she already was.

[totalwildcard]

How much further was there even left to go, in the realm of breathlessness? Suppose they would find out, since Harley certainly seemed up for the challenge, attempting to claim more and more of his mouth right back.

while making some extremely unsubtle noises of pleasure into the kiss. All that moving wasn't going to stop now, not when she had a real nice angle and even nicer pressure from him!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc broke the kiss enough to murmur, "I gotcha" as he kept moving against her. He squeezed harder on her breast to give her a little more to help get her where she looked to be going.

[totalwildcard]

His murmur received the response of a high-pitched whine of "Maaaarc" for no real reason. It certainly wasn't an objection to what he was doing! They were both moving, and if anything, Harley was just putting everything into it. Her hips, the hands on her chest, the feverish kiss, everything.

Weird how that 'I gotcha' always sort of felt like permission, even when neither of them actually thought it was meant as one.

She mumbled something breathless and incoherent into the kiss. Just straining now, towards her goal.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was honestly kind of impressed that she was able to turn his name into a whine. But that was the kind of thing that was right in Harley's wheelhouse so in a weird way it made Marc feel something in his chest he wasn't going to identify. Nice worked. Could whining be nice? Somehow with her it was.

"Gotcha," he murmured again, doing what he could to meet her where she was and maybe give a tiny bit extra to help get her there.

[totalwildcard]

You asked Harley, his name was perfect for a whine! Simple, with a nice vowel right in the middle to really draw out...

She didn't employ it again, however. Instead, her breathing grew all sorts of gaspy, more and more, as the urgency in all of her actions grew and grew, and then... Her toes curled, her back arched, everything tensed, and she got there.

His name made for a good moan, too.

[hasaknightjob]

The moan was nice. All her noises were nice. As was the way she felt as things fired off within her.

Marc kept moving with her, giving her what she needed to get up and over that edge. He eased the kissing just enough to make it easier for her to breathe, but he didn't go anywhere else. Instead he took in the view, possibly even with the goal of remembering it for later.

[totalwildcard]

As the biggest peak subsided and Harley's body began to relax, she sort of... flopped away from the kiss, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath.

Words and babbling were likely to return to her in a sec, just not immediately. She looked flushed, and dazed, in the best ways.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc eased his movements when she looked to be in the zone of just being. But he stayed where he was, watching her.

[totalwildcard]

A few more blinks, and the daze wore off enough for a laugh to bubble through, tugging Harley's lips into something elated along with it. "Jesus Christ, baby, what are we? Sixteen? Fifteen and three quarters?" she asked, amused, looking at him now. Still a little breathless in her afterglow. "Feels like I end up comin' in my undies more often than I do on your dick!"

Factually incorrect, but let her have her fun.

[hasaknightjob]

"Stop wearing things you look hot in," Marc told her.

Not at all serious given that more often than not she was dressed comfortably around him. Case in point the current onsie.

[totalwildcard]

"Well if I'd known the fuzz gets ya goin'..." Harley retorted, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek. (Her free one. The one with his hand on top of it, over her breast? That could stay for now.) "Okay, I still woulda worn it." No surprise there. "It's comfy and you think I look hot in it? Score!"

[hasaknightjob]

"You look hot in everything," he told her. And then gave her a kiss because it was the kind of thing you kissed someone after saying.

[totalwildcard]

It cut off Harley's "Yeah, yeah", but that wasn't a big loss. She was happy enough to kiss him back, her fingers gently rubbing the line of his jaw as she did.

[hasaknightjob]

"Just an excuse to come by and do laundry," Marc told her when he let the kiss go.

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered, like she hadn't expected that but was delighted by it.

"Aw, but that feels like you should make even more of a mess of my clothes," she teased. "Yanno, to really give me an excuse!"

[hasaknightjob]

"We'll get something with tomato sauce for dinner then," Marc replied.

Ignore how he was assuming he'd stay for dinner.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was assuming he'd stay for dinner and breakfast, so that only sounded natural to her!

She snickered, and stole another quick kiss. And asked, "In the meantime... whatcha wanna do about Big Marc?"

Yes, really.

[hasaknightjob]

For that he was going to roll onto his back. Though he was going to hold on to her to pull her along and get her on top of him if she let him.

"Surprise me."

[totalwildcard]

Harley made another surprised noise that immediately dissolved into a laugh. And yes, she did let him roll her right along with him.

"Ooh, surprise you? Careful what ya say, mister!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Marc," he said, ever helpful.

He knew she knew. This is what counted as funny for him.

[totalwildcard]

"Mis-ter," Harley replied, jabbing him in the shoulder with her finger twice, once for each syllable. "And focus or you're gettin' nothing!"

Neither a credible nor a serious threat in the slightest.

Also hilarious, since... Harley.

[hasaknightjob]

"Looking right atcha," Marc pointed out.

Which he was. Kind of warmly. Not entirely about heat either.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I of all people know that doesn't mean shit for focus," Harley replied, with a little snort. Still, she stole a quick kiss, then pushed herself a little more upright, sitting up to straddle him. That a lot of her weight landed squarely onto his hips was no accident.

"Right, what're we gonna do with you...?"

The big thinky face made it a rhetorical question.