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]

"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."

[totalwildcard]

"Exactly," Harley said, with a very firm nod and a very pleased smile.

And patted his stomach, and smirked.

"Now, where was I?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty sure you were being smug," Marc told her, ever helpful.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh yes!" Harley replied, like she'd both actually needed the reminder and it made her instantly all smug again. "Let's see if I can make myself more smug, shall we?"

When her briefly distracted hand returned to him, her touch wasn't as light as it had been. Fingers actually wrapping around him this time, to boot.

[hasaknightjob]

"There's worse things," Marc said as he shifted up into her touch. It sort of sounded like he was talking to himself there? But not entirely? He was watching her regardless.

[totalwildcard]

"Way worse things even I could be doing," Harley replied, as she rewarded his shifting with an actual stroke. "If I were you, I'd pick this!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I am," Marc said. He kept moving with her hand. "That's what I'm saying. Worse things than - than somebody smug about getting you off."

[totalwildcard]

Harley smirked at him again, but there was a warmth in it. Okay, heat, too, but both things could coexist!

"Just think how smug I'll be once you actually come!" she said. And then, with yet more mischief and a nice little twist of her wrist: "Yanno. Eventually."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc ran his hands up her thighs. "Planning on taking your time?"

[totalwildcard]

"Got ya here with me, don't I?" Harley replied, as if that explained everything. It did to her! "Why not play a little? And everyone knows you can use the help in enjoying yourself!"

Well, she knew that, and that was really good enough for her. Also? Hand? Still moving, of course. Not too light, not too firm.

[hasaknightjob]

"I could use a hand?" Marc replied. He moved one of his own to trace fingers along her arm - the one with her hand wrapped around him.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah you could," Harley smirked, eyes flicking to his hand, briefly. It was nice, the touch. "For starters."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc caught the look. He moved his fingers in to lightly run up the inside of her arm from wrist to elbow, where the skin was more sensitive. "You are helpful."