totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

"'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."

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!"

"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."

"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!

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

"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.

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

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

"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.

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

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?"

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"Don't mind this teamwork," he said, sucking at her bottom lip.

Ignore how long he'd said that he did, in fact, mind that very thing.

"'Course ya don't," Harley teased, breathlessly, because pfft, who bothered remembering that stuff? "It benefits you."

Her tongue flicked along his lip like it was making a point.

"Oh yeah," Marc said, kissing her back. "'s what I'm known for. Caring about what benefits me."

"Well, your body does." And Harley would know - she'd pretty much scooted forward-upward enough that she was now feeling the evidence without his jeans in the way. (And, you know. All the various evidence she'd already felt before.) "That's a start."

"Feels unfair," Marc said, rocking up into her now that she was in such a nice position for it.

"Life's unfair," Harley retorted, biting at his lip again. With maybe a little downward grind. "Which part?"

She had a hunch.

"To you," Marc told her, and he gave an upward thrust into that grind.

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