totalwildcard | Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

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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"You wanna talk about something else or just close your eyes?" Marc asked.

He'd noticed that thing where she slept on him. Funnily enough he didn't seem to mind it.

"Close my eyes?" Harley asked, not immediately making the connection. "Why, you gonna whip out some sorta surprise on me?"

"To sleep," Marc said. "How much your dreams surprise you is outta my hands."

"You wanna put me to sleep?" Harley asked, with a snicker.

"I'm saying it's an option," Marc told her with a roll of his eyes. "If you don't have anything you wanna talk about."

"I dunno," Harley teased, "maybe you're just lookin' for a blanket but you're too shy to ask for it."

Yes, she did still remember who she was talking to.

"You got me," Marc said. "I'm shy."

He did settle underneath her like he was appreciating a blanket though.

"Sooo shy," Harley teased, on what was almost a purr.

Just ignore how she was also sliding her hands off his chest so she could fully snuggle against it.

Snuggling? What snuggling? Marc certainly noticed no such thing. Just like there was no such thing as his hand moving lazily up and down her back to encourage her to get comfy.