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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[totalwildcard]

"Technically they're all dick moves," Harley pointed out, since she couldn't resist a pun even while complaining about something. "But yeah. So don't do that!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Got no plans to," Marc said. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. For no reason. "Not my kink."

[totalwildcard]

"If I ask what is," Harley replied, nuzzling into his neck, also for no reason, "you're just gonna say you've got none, right?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty much," Marc said. "Don't really need much extra. Got enough extra in my life."

[totalwildcard]

"But ya still got regular turn-ons," Harley prompted. "Or, hell, since I'm sharin' my turn-offs, tell me about those! So I can avoid them."

[hasaknightjob]

"No marking without asking," Marc said. Which they'd covered before but sometimes with Marc it was an internal memory prompt. "Not into pretend punishment or any of that shit. I do it for my job, I'm not into it in the bedroom."

[totalwildcard]

"Professional punishment only, got it," Harley replied, with a tone that suggested a firm nod, even though she didn't actually go through with one. "And I guess that goes both ways? Not that I'm hankering to dole any out, I just wanna be thorough!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah, nothing in either direction," Marc said. He kept idly rubbing the back of her neck. "Doesn't turn my crank. Even joking."

[totalwildcard]

"Got it," Harley said again. She would've been committing it to memory, only it had pretty much been seared on there since that one time she'd already steered a little too close to it for his comfort. "And ya only like to be called adult names, too."

Not related, except of course through a different 'oh shit, I shouldn't do that' revelation.

She was just showing she remembered.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc did remember her listening, which meant a lot.

"Right," Marc said. He grimaced. "Adult in general, kinda my thing."

Convenient how many of these things could be explained without having to go back to the original source of the issues he had with them. Not that anything he was saying was untrue. He was being honest. Just there were more reasons than the ones he was able to talk about.

[totalwildcard]

And again: shrink. Harley had the professional expertise to have some pretty solid guesses about the reasons he wasn't touching.

Besides, no meant no, and he was under no expectation to explain himself.

"Good thing I like doin' very adult things with ya, then, hunh?" she teased, because she couldn't help herself.

[hasaknightjob]

"Lucked out on my end," Marc replied in kind.

Which was also possibly a comment on how much he could sense and appreciate that she was giving him space on the things he needed untouched.

[totalwildcard]

Harley pressed a very lazy kiss to his jaw. "And you didn't we should get into this, originally," she teased. "Look at all the fun adult times you woulda missed out on!"

[hasaknightjob]

"At least two," Marc said.

Since she'd just kissed his haw she could probably see the look that said he was teasing right back. It resembled a smile.

[totalwildcard]

But now he only had himself to blame for how loud and near his ear Harley's faux indignant squawk of "Two?!" happened.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't laughing. Everyone knew he didn't.

"At least," he said. He moved his hand on her back down to give her ass a light pinch.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave a little twitch in response. "Why are you lowballin' me like that?"

He could have that one for free.

[hasaknightjob]

"At least means not less," Marc said. "Nothing about more. It's all been good, Doc, I promise."

[totalwildcard]

"That's more like it!" Harley decided, and pressed a loud kiss against his cheek.

And then a couple more, just for good luck or something.

[hasaknightjob]

"Gonna make me deaf," Marc muttered in response to the first kiss. But he didn't sound or look like he minded.

[totalwildcard]

"Please, I was so much louder earlier," Harley scoffed - and pressed a few more kisses along his cheek, towards his lips, just because she could.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not by my ear," Marc grumbled. But he was going to kiss her back so between that and his bad acting there wasn't remotely the chance he was coming off as serious.

[totalwildcard]

Harley still managed to snicker a little, even as she kissed him, slow and playful.

That was a softer sound.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc kissed her back, folding her into his arms. Playful wasn't quite his speed, but he could do slow easily enough.

[totalwildcard]

And it was fine! Harley was used to being the person with the more playful energy, anyway - it was part of why some people found her so damn vexin'.

Plus, you know. She was trying to melt into his arms again, so he had that going for him.