totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

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

"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.

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.

"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...

"Learning from my mistakes," Marc said.

Which was impressive for him. Be proud.

"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!

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

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."

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

"You provide incentive."

"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!"

"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.

Smart thinking! Because Harley was now moving to return back to her original - well, most recent, anyway - position of straddling him. Just, a lot more naked, this time.

"Well yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't get creative 'cause of you, too!"

"Just didn't want to steal credit," Marc said. He kept up the movement of his fingers, taking advantage of how it was easier to do now.

"It ain't stealing if I'm offering," Harley had to point out. "Also, when am I going to be offended by a little theft?"

Marc quirked his eyebrows up. "You wouldn't be pissed if someone stole your stuff?"

In return, Harley's eyebrows went down in a very 'that's a silly question' kind of way. "That's different!" she exclaimed.

Yes, because of reasons, you see.

"So I'm trying to be respectful and shit," Marc told her.

Like a gentleman.

"Yeah but you weren't stealing from me," Harley argued. Did she actually remember exactly what they'd been talking about? Doubtful. "And if ya did, I'd honestly be kinda impressed!"

"Be impressed with myself," Marc admitted.

He'd lost a little of the conversational plot too. In his defense there was a lot to distract him.

"But if other people do it I'm gonna shoot 'em in the face," Harley concluded.

Seriously, as if it was a reasonable stance to take.

"I've noticed," Marc said, as though it was as well.

What? He'd seen how she was when Cass was in trouble. Sure, no actual shooting in the face but she'd clearly been up for it if needed.

And that insight was why they made such a good team!

"Good, so that's settled!" Harley decided, with a firm nod, and then a grin. "Now, where was I?"

There were some pretty major clues here, Harls.

"Going for a ride?" Marc suggested. Not that they'd been that specific but their current position did lend itself to that.

"Ah, yes!" Harley said, like there was a lightbulb going off. Sometimes it wasn't obvious whether she was playing at being majorly distracted, or if it was genuine. She was smirking at him now, though: "I was s'posed to show ya action."

So, okay, maybe she did remember something. Like a surprising amount, really.

Like the fact that she was still holding something in her hand. With a grin, she tore the wrapper open.

If Marc was playing it tended to be obvious. Mainly because he wasn't good at acting.

No acting now, though, as he watched Harley with interest. "If anybody could, it's you."

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