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]

"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.

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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.

[hasaknightjob]

"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.

[totalwildcard]

"'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.

[hasaknightjob]

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

[totalwildcard]

"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."

[hasaknightjob]

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

[totalwildcard]

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

She had a hunch.

[hasaknightjob]

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

[totalwildcard]

Harley's laugh sounded just a little bit obscene, what with the little noise of pleasure that mixed into it. Which was really an answer in itself, but --

"Sweetie," she breathed against his lips, "sometimes two can benefit!"

[hasaknightjob]

"No harm in checking," Marc replied. He nipped at her mouth again.

[totalwildcard]

"I could make it more obvious..." Harley replied, her smirk evident enough under his teeth.

[hasaknightjob]

"Says the lady still dressed," Marc replied. He moved his hand along the fuzziness of the cloth on her back to demonstrate.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, and ya don't think changing that was s'posed to be part of what I was just sayin'?" Harley tsked.

And gave his lip an ever so slightly sharper bite.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc hissed at the bite. Not mad. Just, yanno, sharp.

"How'm I supposed to know?" Marc replied. "All talk, no action."

[totalwildcard]

"Well 'scuse me all to hell for tryin' to be playful," Harley groused, not selling it in the slightest. She stole one last bite, then sat up abruptly. It was the best way for her to finally peel the fuzz fully off her top half, after all! "I'll show ya action."

[hasaknightjob]

"I like the view," Marc countered, likewise not really grumpy. "Sue me."

[totalwildcard]

"Too much effort, sueing anyone."

Also, now that she was upright? Great opportunity for a precision strike grind down against him. Let him feel that fuzz one last time all along his length - and then she got off him. Probably not for long! But outside of ripping through fabric, it was the only way she was actually getting out of her clothes.

[hasaknightjob]

It would've been a shame to ruin the onsie when it was so comfortable. Marc had no opinions on the subject, of course.

He did sit up to get his clothes all the way off as long as she was doing the same. Fair was fair.