Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

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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]

"Hum?" Marc replied, deliberately doing an imitation of something going in one ear and out the other.

Hilarious to him, really.

[totalwildcard]

It got Harley flicking her nails against one of his nipples. What horrible punishment, truly.

"Ha, ha," she said, rolling her eyes.

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"Made you laugh," Marc replied. He was even taking sarcastic laughter as a win.

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"I don't think you know how laughs work," Harley informed him primly.

Or at least as primly as she knew how to.

Which was not very.

[hasaknightjob]

"This can't be the first time you've noticed that," Marc said with a smirk.

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"Won't be the last, either," Harley retorted.

And gave his nipple a light, experimental little tweak. More as distraction than anything, because she was great at being distracting!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had to nod since, yanno, fair. In the meanwhile he moved his hands up on her hips, shifting under her in a way that purely coincidentally got more rocking between them.

[totalwildcard]

Coincidentally, Harley's little forward lean was great for reciprocating that, especially once she settled one hand against his chest for balance.

"So I'm thinkin' I've got some options..."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved with her. To help her with her balance, of course.

"I'm listening."

Insert your own joke here about what a rare event that was for him.

[totalwildcard]

His moving was not helping with her balance. Other things, though, maybe.

He should definitely keep at it!

"There's a good old-fashioned blowie, of course," Harley said, mock thoughtful in her tone, head tilted, gaze cast off to one side, the works. "That one's always a crowd-pleaser." He was the crowd, clearly. (No, not like that.) "Or a nice hand job! Got some good new lube for a smooth ride. Or, there's always the combo deal, a li'l bit of Rosie Palms, a li'l bit of rosy lips..."

And no, that wasn't all, she could keep going. Just pausing for a thoughtful sigh.

[hasaknightjob]

It wasn't like the movement was doing bad things for Marc either, so it was fine all around.

He watched her show of thoughtfulness. "This how you were when you were doing your... doctor, thing?"

He meant earning the degree. He didn't know the details.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's movement stopped, immediately. Her head tilted in a genuine show of confusion.

"What?"

He probably didn't mean it the way her immediate kneejerk instinct took it.

[hasaknightjob]

"Proving you'd earned it," Marc explained. "The degree."

It made sense in his head. But that in and of itself meant a high likelihood it didn't make sense to anyone else.

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Yeah, not so much!

"... What?" Harley said. Again. "What're you sayin'? About proving myself? For my degree?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Isn't that a thing people do?" Marc asked. "Talk about what they studied?"

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"Oh," Harley said, now.

And then tilted her head even further to the side, gesturing to both of them. "And what's that got to do with this...?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You were acting thoughtful," Marc explained, gesturing up at her. "Like you were presenting a case."

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"... Ohhhh."

Yeah, it really did take until that for Harley to fully parse what he'd been saying.

"I thought you were tryin' to imply I'd used sex to get there."

[hasaknightjob]

"What?" Marc actually made a face. it was probably a sign of how much of a guy he was that that possibility hadn't even occurred to him. "No. I meant you looked smart."

[totalwildcard]

Well, there'd been plenty of guys insinuating that while she'd been pursuing her doctorate.

"Oh." A beat, and then Harley brightened a little. "Did I?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah," Marc said, like that was obvious. "Usually do."

That too as though it were obvious.

[totalwildcard]

Well, that made one of them!

"Huh? I do?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah?" Marc replied, not sure where he'd lost her on this one.

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It was Harley: sometimes she could get lost going down a completely straight hallway, if the pictures on the walls caught her interest enough.

"I didn't know that."

He'd definitely told her before.

"Maybe I just got a little confused."

[hasaknightjob]

"Like I'm gonna judge somebody for confusion?" Marc pointed out. "Practically my only hobby."

Occasionally being confused, he meant. Which he'd kind of stated in a confusing manner, appropriately enough.