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]

When she looked down she'd find Marc looking back up at her through his lashes. Not in anything coquettish - as though there was ever a question that Marc could be. More that, like her, the temptation to let go and keep his eyes closed was high.

But he was watching her instead, taking in the view as he breathed heavily and held on tight. Though the hand that cupped her cheek was gentle.

[totalwildcard]

See? Present. Feeling the peak begin to calm down towards the afterglow, Harley's lips tugged into a dreamy smile.

Of course, one that was accompanied by her teeth giving his thumb a playful bite.

[hasaknightjob]

"Watch it," Marc mumbled, in a token protest and no more. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and used it to caress her lips.

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"Nah," Harley murmured under his touch, "but I'll watch you, anytime."

[hasaknightjob]

"Not so bad yourself," Marc replied. He moved his thumb back to caress her cheekbone.

[totalwildcard]

Harley chuckled.

And then she finally began to slump down towards him, planting one hand against the mattress beside him to keep from just faceplanting into him.

[hasaknightjob]

Once she was fully slumped, Marc folded his arms around her, resting them on her back.

Because that was also comfortable. No other reason.

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None whatsoever, Harley was sure! She settled down with her nose smushed against his cheek. Was it comfortable? Eh, but it was comforting.

"Mmmmh," she hummed, low, pleased. "God but you're a fantastic fuck."

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty good yourself," Marc said. Which surely she knew was effusive coming from him.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was expecting nothing different, honestly.

It made the urge to tease him about it unstoppable, though: "Stop, you're makin' me blush."

[hasaknightjob]

"Everyone knows I word good," he told her. He moved one hand up to idly toy with her hair.

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"So good, baby," Harley sighed, somewhere between teasing and just distractedly happy about the toying. "Top notch worder, you are."

[hasaknightjob]

"You're something else," Marc replied. It was complimentary, even if others might have used that wording to be an insult.

[totalwildcard]

Harley had heard it from him enough times to recognize it for what it was.

"A world class sucker of other people's thumbs?" she suggested.

[hasaknightjob]

It may have been difficult to see in her current position, but Marc gave her side eye.

"How many we talking about here?"

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"I think you can be world class with just one," Harley mused, because the qualification aspect was definitely what he'd been asking about, "so long as ya do it good."

[hasaknightjob]

Definitely. Nothing else in there had twigged something in him that Marc wasn't examining too closely.

"No complaints on my end," he said. He moved his hand to rub the back of her neck. "So guess that counts. For whatever the fuck my opinion's worth."

[totalwildcard]

"Well you're the one that stuck it in my mouth," Harley replied easily, "so I guess it's got some weight, your opinion."

[hasaknightjob]

"No complaints," Marc told her.

He also rest his other arm more heavily against her back. Because weight, you see.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was already pretty damn relaxed, and yet the weight managed to coax her into yet more melting against him. Not that she was predictable or anything.

"Yup, that seems right and weighty," she teased, with a sigh. "And it was fun, too. I like it when there's a little surprise involved."

[hasaknightjob]

"Surprise?" Marc asked. He tried to think of what they'd done that had been surprising. His lack of imagination was retroactively working against him.

[totalwildcard]

Harley had some concerns about his short-term memory, too. Also he was now missing out on a comical frown.

"Didn't we ju--" she started, but, immediately found a different track for her thoughts. "Well I guess it wouldn't be a surprise to you that you'd be into puttin' your fingers in my mouth, huh?"

[hasaknightjob]

"It's a surprise to you I'm into touching you?" Marc asked. Then he frowned and realized maybe it still was. He hugged her a little tighter. No reason.

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"Touchin' me? No." But also don't you dare let go now, Spector. "I'm just discovering the ways you're into touching me!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Okay," Marc said. "Glad you're into it I guess."

Then he gave her hair a light tug. Touching, you see.