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]

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.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc put his hands on her hips and just watched her. His eyes went half lidded at the nice pressure she was adding to the situation. But far be it for him to interrupt otherwise. The view was nice no matter what.

[totalwildcard]

The faint, gentle rocking was definitely just to help Harley think, too.

She ran her fingers up and down his arms, too, but that part was just for her.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc kept watching her, enjoying that on and off pressure she was doing. Also the contrast of her baring what evidence there was of what just happened - literally baring in the case of her chest - and the onesie.

It felt her somehow.

[totalwildcard]

It was extremely Harley to not worry about such petty details. At least when she had something else to be focusing on.

Like keeping up that rocking, and smirking down at him, idly scratching the nails on one hand down the exposed parts of his stomach.

"Hmmh," she hummed, in an exaggerated show of thoughtfulness. "So what've I got here? A strapping specimen of a man, half-dressed - and testing the structural integrity of the front of his pants, by the feel of it."

[hasaknightjob]

"Strapping, huh?" Marc asked. It wasn't that specific word per se, more he was never sure what was going to come his way as a compliment. From her or anyone.

[totalwildcard]

"Strapping, yeah!" Harley confirmed readily. "And don't you worry, I'm not expectin' ya to agree with me on it."

[hasaknightjob]

"Dunno if I've ever been called that before," Marc said. Of course it was debatable if he'd bother to remember if he had been.