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]

"Doing pretty good on mixing," Marc said.

They were both still half dressed, even Marc would admit the "good" needed that qualifier.

[totalwildcard]

"But we could do better, hunh?" Harley teased.

And abruptly slid a little further back. It took her hands away from his chest, but allowed them to slide over the front of his pants. Very unsubtle about cupping the shape of him.

"Aw, look at the poor caged beastie."

[hasaknightjob]

"Your fault," Marc told her.

Also his own for not taking his pants off earlier.

[totalwildcard]

"Did I stop you from takin' your pants off?" Harley retorted because yes, narrative, it was also his own fault! "I don't remember doing that!"

She seemed inclined to help now, though, since her hands moved to actually undo his pants.

[hasaknightjob]

"You distracted me," Marc said. As though she'd done it on purpose.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh sure, blame it on my feminine wiles, why doncha!" Harley replied merrily. "Though guess it makes for a refreshing change to get blamed for a guy not managing to get it outta his pants!"

Speaking of... With the fly undone, she was going to need some assistance with this downward tug.

[hasaknightjob]

"Consider it a compliment," Marc told her. He lifted his hips to help with the pants. What that did to her still on top of him remained to be seen.

[totalwildcard]

Right away? It meant Harley lifting her weight off him (mostly on his thighs at this point, anyway) to make room for both his moving and what she was about to do.

Which was obviously dragging both jeans and underwear down past his hips.

"There he is! Hello, darling!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc watched her, shaking his head in bemusement. "You're one of a kind."

[totalwildcard]

Harley looked up, amused, with an exaggerated raise of her eyebrows. "What, your other girls don't say hi to your junk? That's just impolite!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Can't say there's ever been conversations," Marc said.

Insert your own joke here about there not being much difference trying to get a conversation out of Marc himself.

[totalwildcard]

"Ah, well, he's a man of action," Harley replied, oh so seriously, gesturing down at the aforementioned junk. "Look at him, rarin' to go!"

[hasaknightjob]

"You get the blame for that one too," Marc said.

Or credit. One of those.

[totalwildcard]

"I mean, ya did also take him real near one of his favorite places," Harley replied, because... Harley. Was there any better explanation?

But hey, on top of talking like that, she was also running her fingertips along his length, now. A very light touch, after all the frantic pressure from earlier.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't going to protest her assessment of things since, well, she wasn't exactly wrong.

Anyway, there were more interesting things to focus on. Like shifting to try to work with that touch she was doing.

[totalwildcard]

All the more reason for Harley to smirk, pleased with herself.

Totally not just because she kept the touch very light despite his shifting. Like the awful tease that she was.

[hasaknightjob]

"Having fun?" Marc asked when he saw her expression.

Like she was the only one.

[totalwildcard]

It just got wider, too, the smirk. "Maybe a little," Harley said.

More feather-light touching ensued, just seeking out the particularly sensitive parts now.

[hasaknightjob]

"Long as it's not just me," Marc said. Which was true. And also a bit of an admission. But shut up.

[totalwildcard]

"Not just you," Harley replied easily, "but it is also you!"

Because no she would not shut up, actually!

[hasaknightjob]

"Be weird if someone else's dick showed up here," Marc said. Then, given the state of his brain, added, "Besides - yanno."

[totalwildcard]

"... Do you want me to think about Steven right now?"

That was what you got, Harls.

[hasaknightjob]

"Really not," Marc said. "Me either."

[totalwildcard]

"'Cause he's not who I want to be doin' this with," Harley clarified, needlessly. "And this is all about you being here with me. Just you."

[hasaknightjob]

"You and me," Marc confirmed. Ignore how natural that sounded. "Nobody else."