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]

"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.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, not just laying back and enjoyin' the show?" Harley teased.

Granted, 'the show' mostly involved some very ridiculous wriggling out of her outfit, so...

[hasaknightjob]

"Learning from my mistakes," Marc said.

Which was impressive for him. Be proud.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh wow, learning!" Harley teased, as she managed to fully kick her feet out of the onesie. Her underwear was swift to follow. "You mean you can teach yourself new tricks?"

And she reached for the cabbage leaf bowl, which did not topple over even with how careless she was about plucking one of the little foild packets out of it. Bless hot glue guns!

[hasaknightjob]

"With the right motivation," Marc said. He sat up to run his hand down her bare back as far down as he could reach.

[totalwildcard]

Harley had missed his touch. Not knowingly, because then she would've gotten out of the onesie ages ago, but more like the missing just came in all at once when she felt his hand on her back.

So she was slow with how she turned more towards him. "And I'm the best motivation."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took advantage of that slowness to let his hand linger a little lower down. Just saying hi.

"You provide incentive."

[totalwildcard]

"And you provide inspiration for incentive," Harley returned, with a smirk that may have had a little something to do with his hand. "See how that works out? Teamwork!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Feel like you get plenty creative without me," Marc said. Though this was not a complaint. Certainly not by how he moved his hand around to the front of her to help with any changing of position.