Well, I've been sitting on a lengthy Harley&Ivy romance/drama story for something like eight months without doing anything with it, so I decided it was time to change that. This is a quick one-shot featuring everyone's favorite female duo; if I think it goes over well, then I'll start working towards getting the more in-depth version uploaded.
This is my first completed fanfic, please review it so have an idea of what I should change and how I should handle the full story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story; that would be DC.
In the soft pre-dawn gloom of the metropolis, two lovers stir restlessly beneath thick, heavy blankets. The blonde, unable and unwilling to go back to sleep, finally rolls over and slips her arms around her redheaded belle.
The redhead shrugs her off at first, but the blonde is persistent. After much coaxing, the beleaguered woman reluctantly abandons the prospect of sleep that night and shifts to greet her lover.
Lips brush softly and briefly together, a shadow of a kiss as sweet and enticing as spun sugar. Their bodies press together, warmth blooming in their bellies as the kissing and fumbling becomes more passionate, more desperate. They break apart to shed night clothes and toss them in tangled piles at the side of the bed before wedding their bodies again in a tangle of limbs. Slow caresses and love bites give way to flashing lips and fingers and tongues, the heat in the two young women building until it surrounds them like a glow.
At last they collapse together in a glistening mound, short of breath and limbs trembling. The blonde shifts about to plant a loving kiss on her partner's lips before languorously rolling off of her to sleep peacefully by her side, the heady events a strong soporific. Red traces fingers lightly over her lips, a tender smile quirking them, before tilting her head back to the pillow to give in to sleep once more.
Then the nightmares begin.
Lightning splits the rain-heavy sky, splintered concrete becoming slippery and dangerous in the downpour. Pain, terror, a horrifying moment where she is suspended in air over the gaping pit before gravity takes its hold and pulls her towards her grave.
She falls forever into the inky blackness, the sky disappearing into the distance above her and she screams, screams with all of her mind and soul, screams until her throat feels ready to tear as her tenuous grip on sanity threatens to break altogether.
Somewhere in the distance, strong arms encircle her in an attempt to pull her to safety, but it's too late, she's beyond help. Nothing can slow her fall, she will plummet endlessly into the bowels of Hell and no fierce embrace can stop that.
The wild thrashing and piercing cries wake Pamela Isley in moments, but no amount of shaking and shouting will pull the distraught Harley out of her night terrors. Accustomed to this by now, Pam pulls Harley close to her and wraps her sinewy arms around the shivering, whimpering girl. Stroking her straw-colored hair and whispering soothing words to her as she trembles against Pamela's breast is all that can be done for now.
It's getting better, though. It's been three whole days since the last time.
