Astraphilia

Note: Super sorry for the unforgivably long absence! And for the pathetically short one-shot to make up for it!


It was a dark and stormy night—no, really. It was.

Rain hammered against the windows, the wind howled, thunder boomed, and lightening flashed and crackled in the sky. Every storm-related cliché that she could think of raced through her overwrought mind as she laid there, body taut and practically thrumming with excitement.

"You're shaking."

So was her voice: "Y-yeah…"

So was he, and she told him so. At once he was defensive.

"I'm not scared."

If he had sounded anymore insulted and childish, she might have melted at how cute he could be—but that would have ruined the mood. Instead she squeezed his hand.

"I know you're not, Jonny."

She heard him suck in a long, sharp break as he pressed himself closer, lips right beside her ear. Lightening flashed.

"Are you?"

Her eyes were wide, transfixed on the storm.

"Y-yes. Feel." And she splayed her fingers over his, placing his hand over her heart. Beating like a frenzied little bird inside a chest so tight it was threatening to crack. Behind her, his own heart sped up, hammering quick and hard against her naked back. His breathing quiet but erratic—parallel to her own, which had all but stopped in her fear, her lungs ready to burst from the strain. He sensed this easily.

"Breathe…"

She did.

She was so glad that Jonny had understood—this was easily something he could have scoffed at and written off as a childish fear. He was one of the few people who could still make her feel embarrassed.

But he didn't; he got it. He understood that it wasn't a real fear, just a little-girl-fear, a fun kind of scary excitement that grew inside of her until she tingled with it. Having no fears of his own, he couldn't share her feelings. But he could enhance them.

A clap of thunder, a burst of lightening, and in the distance came the sound of screams. She jumped, the horrific cacophony making her squeak.

"O-oh…oh my G-God…oh my God…" She giggled softly. Madly. Bringing a hand to her mouth as she looked up at him, the jump having landed her on her back.

"Y-you were right. W-we can still hear the inmates from my office…" Another breathless laugh.

He loomed over her, hands on either side of her head, eyes glowing in the jagged shadows.

And he smiled.


Astraphilia – (often abnormal) sexual attraction toward thunder and lightening, although I've sometimes seen it defined as sexual attraction to only lightening and that brontophilia is both. But then I've also heard that that's just a sexual attraction to thunder. I figured that, if that is the case, I'd go will astraphilia as the title since Harls is mainly turned on by the lightening.


Note: Normally I like to hope that my writing is clear enough for everyone to understand what's going on, but I feel that this one might be a bit vague. So, just so you know: Yes, Jonny and Harls are in Arkham. At night. Naked. On Harley's futon. It's storming. And they couldn't be hornier.

That said, a new chapter of Fear and Malice is on it's merry way!

Disclaimer: Not mine.