totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

"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."

"Oh, right now, you better think that," Harley teased.

While reaching down with both hands, unceremoniously, to roll the condom on him. Which really made the point of her teasing for her, didn't it?

Marc had some kind of comment in return but then Harley's hands were busy and Marc's train of thought was not stopping at communication station.

He looked pleased though, so there was that.

So did Harley, funnily enough!

Also, as she gave him an extra stroke - ostensibly to check that protection was on there good, but really just for fun - he felt plenty communicative under her hand. "Mmm, excellent."

"Not bad," Marc replied, because he really was ever himself sometimes. He did reach out to put his hands on her hips and try to encourage her closer though.

Harley snickered, as she playfully (and ineffectively) swatted at one of his hands.

"Impatient, are we?" she teased. "I suppose you have been waitin' for a while, sweetie..."

And yet that wasn't keeping her from being really very slow about shifting forward to line her body up with his, her hand still on him.

"If you want me to act like I'm not interested just say so," Marc replied, not at all serious. Not the least of which was due to how much of a challenge that would be to pull off right now.

"You couldn't, 'cause I've got evidence," Harley replied, smugly, "and it's better than your acting ski--"

Oh, what was that? Last word dissolving into a happy little moan because she chose that very moment to stop being a tease and sink down onto him/let him sink on into her?

Yes indeed!

Marc might've made a comment in return, but there was that warm, solid connection and did that need words, really? When instead he could rock up into her like a wave to make sure they fit together?

No, yeah, even Harley gave up on words for the moment.

Not that that meant she was quiet. No, she made one of her moan-laugh sort of noises, loud and unbidden and happy, as she responded to his upward surge with grinding both their hips down into the mattress.

Marc appreciated the noises. Some part of him was still surprised he liked that she wasn't quiet, but there it was.

He put both hands on her hips and held on tight. Not bruising, but firm. He used that leverage to thrust up into her with the same force she'd used to grind down. Once again meeting her where she met him.

Harley snickered some more, breathlessly. One of her hands settled on top of one of his. For balance? Something like that.

"Oh it really is teamwork again," she teased, a little haltingly, for obvious reasons. "I see!"

"You got a problem with that?" Marc asked. He gave another thrust up. To demonstrate "that" oh so helpfully.

"Nooo," Harley replied, although her voice went a little... keening in the middle of it, drawing the word out. "No problem! Opposite of a problem!"

And just to really sell it, her next move? When she thrust down, that was the very familiar thump of the headboard against the book-based padding on the wall.

That thump felt like a challenge. One Marc was happy to meet with a harder thrust of his own.

It really was good that wall wasn't connected to a neighbor.

Harley made a noise like an exclamation point, loud. She didn't know about him (yeah she did), but she was now committed to keeping every movement at a headboard-thumping intensity, like she was planning to make a Marc-shaped dent in her bed.

Fully on board with tormenting some completely imaginary neighbors.

Given their position it was a little harder - ahem - for Marc to fully drive them into the wall. But he was nothing if not ~~intense~~ dedicated to his goals. So he held on to Harley's hips nice and tight and trust up as hard as he could.

With everything his thrusts were forcing out of Harley's mouth, he was definitely contributing his share for the noise level!

Because Harley sounded like she was just bursting with both joy and pleasure. She may have babbled something breathless along those lines, too, along with the usual dirty compliments about how good he felt inside her. And, also: "Yes! Work those muscles!"

That, too. What? She currently had a fantastic view of his abs and where a lot of the strength for his movements was coming from, of course she was going to acknowledge it!

Marc wasn't to chatty, but he was doing his part with those noises she'd imitated so well earlier. Also with openly admiring the view he had as well, and not just because of how bouncy it was. (Though it wasn't not because of that either.)

He let go of her right hip, trailing his hand up her side to her neck, and then up to cup her cheek. He let it rest there as much as he could given all the movement going on.

Harley could help steady it a little, leaning into the touch as best she could, beaming.

Panting, too, but that was less soft. That was as harsh as the way she was riding him.

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