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]

"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."

[totalwildcard]

Well, it was only fair that they were both touching some sensitive skin. Harley chuckled.

"It's like it's my middle name! Helpful."

[hasaknightjob]

"Not 'Fucking'?" Marc asked. Then, thinking about it. "Actually both work."

[totalwildcard]

"I got two sides, like a coin!" Harley declared. "Depends on the situation!"

A beat, as she considered what she was doing. (Literally, looking down at her hand and everything.)

"But I guess when you're real lucky, ya get both."

[hasaknightjob]

"'s what I'm saying," Marc said. His hand lingered near her wrist, his thumb tracing circles over the pulse point. "Helpful fucking, Fucking helpful. Works both ways."

[totalwildcard]

It made for a fun little loop of sensations, her hand moving around him, his thumb moving against her wrist. Harley liked it.

Although that wasn't why she laughed. "See! Always great to swing both ways!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I've seen you do that too," Marc replied. He kept up with the circling since she seemed to like it. "You've got all kinds of skills."

[totalwildcard]

"I don't think bein' bi is a skill," Harley said, because her brain had already hopped over to a different 'swings both ways' track, as it was wont to do. "Does come with skills, though!"

Oh hey, a free dirty pun! Score!

[hasaknightjob]

"Mine or yours?" Marc replied, giving her a smirk.

[totalwildcard]

"Why's it gotta be either-or?" Harley retorted, with a smirk right back at him.

And a conveniently timed firmer stroke since she was a giver.

[hasaknightjob]

She got a little noise out of him. Much as he made noises.

"Teamwork?" Marc said. Funny how they were both getting into that.

[totalwildcard]

"Well we're a team, ain't we?" Harley asked merrily. Chasing another noise with how her hand moved. Made sure to give the tip some extra attention with a brush of her thumb over it. "Pinkie swear and everything!"

It said something that she actually remembered that.

[hasaknightjob]

No noise. But Marc's other hand trailed up her thigh to hold on firmly to her hip. "This too?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley could not have smirked any wider. She was at maximum smirk - and still managed to also bite impishly on her bottom lip. Skills!

"Doesn't feel like teamwork enough for ya yet?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Enough, huh?" Marc said. He tugged on her arm, trying to pull her closer.

[totalwildcard]

"Hey, that was my question!" Harley pointed out, snickering.

As she obliged his pulling, because she was no fool.

[hasaknightjob]

"Maybe I'm answering," Marc replied. He tried to lean up to kiss her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley obliged that, too, leaning down to meet him.

She wasn't particularly gentle about it. Not in a bad way! Just in a 'well hello' way.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was okay with that. He kissed back with a similar intensity, communicating how much her hand had keyed him up in all the ways he sucked at doing so verbally.

[totalwildcard]

But he was so good communicating it like this, though! Truly, top marks! And a little moan-like noise from Harley, muffled right into the kiss.

Or whatever the whole greedy devouring sort of thing was she was doing.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc of course didn't do greedy. But the hand on her hip held her tighter, and his teeth scraped at her lips. Whatever somebody wanted to call that. Surely not greedy though.

[totalwildcard]

Dunno, felt pretty greedy to Harley. But was she ever really a good judge of such things?

Whatever, she was biting at his lips in return, a laugh in her throat.