Chapter 2
Ivy awoke as the sun's warmth hit her bare skin. She shifted her legs, feeling the ache between them from last night's love making with Harley. Her hands clenched onto the sheets as she felt a sudden pleasurable jolt through her hips as she sat up on the bed. The whiff of coffee was lingering in the air; it's pure morning earthen smell that brought memories of comfort to her mind. She turned to the side to see that her companion was no longer there. Ivy's bare feet touched the floor, toes digging at the carpet as the muscles in her ankles woke up to allow proper standing for the body. The carpet tickled at her arches as she brushed her feet back and forth along the material, keeping her head down and hands clenched onto the mattress to waken herself.
Had Harley gone home back to Joker? The thought of it worried her; Harley had promised her that she would stay. She promised her when they made love to one another and again when they moved to the bedroom. She is too obsessed with him…. He has too much control over her.
Ivy raised her head as the soft sound of humming became audible from the kitchen. It was a woman's hum, soft and more awake than Ivy was. She recognized the vocal tune after wiping her face with her hand. It brought her fears to rest and she stood up with a smile, donning a loose white shirt and her traditional leaf green panties.
Walking into the kitchen, Ivy was not only greeted by the aroma of coffee, but also the welcoming sight of her girlfriend Harleen. She was wearing a red shirt that hung loose over her left shoulder which was left exposed to the sight and black jean shorts that stopped halfway down her thighs. Her toenails, fingernails, and lips were crimson red. Her hair was tied into her traditional dual ponytails that created the red and black half and half. Harley smiled as she watched Ivy walk into the kitchen, moving towards her and pressing her lips to Ivy's.
"Morning Sleeping beauty." Harley joked with a wink of her left eye as Ivy felt her slender arms wrap around her hips. She felt her heart beat faster by a few beats as she returned the kiss. Judging by the smell of her breath, Harley had already helped herself to some coffee and a bit too much sugar. "I didn't feel like waking you up so I left you a little wake up call. Did it work on ya? It sure tasted good at least." Harley smirked rather deviously as her tongue ran along her lips.
Ivy blushed, rubbing her legs together as the jolt made itself known again in her hips. She could already imagine Harley's tongue licking along her sex as she slept. Ivy playfully pushed Harley back with a gentle chuckle. "No wonder I started to feel so warm in the middle of my rest."
Harley winked again before turning off the coffee machine after pouring her eco warrior a mug of her own. She didn't know how Ivy liked coffee so she gave her the option to fix it up herself. Ivy kissed her cheek while she grabbed two packets of sugar and a small teaspoon of cream to mix into her beverage. They didn't speak for a few minutes, subjects were racing through their minds; Love, last night, Joker, What next?
"Harls. I… we need to talk about your boyfriend. What we said last night, about killing him, I was serious. If the Batman won't do it then someone needs to. They need to end that waste of life and meat once and for all. Whether is it the both of us or just me."
Harley turned her back to Ivy, acting like she wasn't affected by the thought of killing the one man who manipulated her all these years. "Not my boyfriend anymore. If I recall I was having sex with you last night, not him. So why should I care what happens to him? Or was that just a one night stand?" Harley crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her back turned to Ivy. She lowered her head, looking angrily at her feet and the floor; she was tired of others telling her what to feel or what to do. She was tired of being judged by Ivy, hurt by Joker, arrested by the Bat freak. She was sick of her old life. She wanted to be her own woman now; lead her own gang, fight her own battles. She didn't need anyone gawking over her shoulder to help her.
Ivy came up behind her, letting her arms snake around the hips of the pale white Jester, kissing the back of her neck gently. "Wrong set of words. I will be yours if you will be mine. Joker is the past. And soon he will be forgotten in Gotham's memory. But still, you know his affect he had on you. I need you to be strong Harls." Ivy's fingers began to work and fidget at the button of Harley's jeans, letting them open up to reveal blue lace panties beneath them.
Harley shifted her body at the sting of Ivy's words, but she soon melted into her arms, leaning back against her girlfriend. "I can handle myself Red. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm not stupid; don't treat me like I am. I'll pull the damn trigger myself if I must." She felt her jean shorts open and her head tilted back, helping Ivy's hands find their mark. She slipped Ivy's hand down her blue lace to slowly rub at her need. Ivy bit her lip as two of her fingers slipped inside her. Harley was warm and wet, moaning into Ivy's ear as she grinded her hips into Ivy's hand. Ivy pushed her forward, her hand caressing down Harley's back as Harley was bent forward. She felt Harley's ass press against her own hips while she fingered her more. Moans escaped from the Jester's lips while her hands gripped the kitchen counter, causing empty glasses and a basket of fruit to fall to the tile floor at their feet.
Ivy leaned down, using her middle and ring finger to move in and out of Harley's wetness while her palm rubbed at the lips of her entrance. Her lips made contact with Harley's neck. Harley groaned pleasantly, grinding her ass back into Ivy's hips while she fingered her. Their bare feet stepped on smashed fruit and harmless broken ceramic plastic. Harley's chest heaved as she began to grind faster against Ivy's hand. She screamed loudly as her orgasm erupted from her core onto Ivy's fingers and palm. She felt Ivy's kisses at her neck grow softer until her face was turned around far enough so their lips connected. She felt her girlfriend's fingers remove themselves from Harley's panties. Ivy brought her wet fingers to her lips, licking them clean while purring gently at her Jester.
"The Joker dies tonight. And I know someone who might be able to help us get in there. Hopefully she isn't too busy that she passes on this opportunity," Ivy said as she finished cleaning her fingers. Harley was staring at her, holding herself up by the counter as her weak legs tried to find their strength again. The only answer she could give was a moan that made Ivy giggle. Harley giggled in return, heading to the bedroom to change into a new pair of panties after regaining her balance before returning to her girlfriend's side.
Ivy was on the phone, dialing a number that Harley couldn't recognize. She sat on the top of the couch with her feet pressed into the giant maroon colored cushions. She watched her botanist closely as she was waiting to hear an answer from the other end. Ivy gave her a smile as she waited which Harley returned lovingly. It was finally going to happen. Joker's death. Harley felt the ache of stopping Ivy creep up into her head. She closed her eyes to push down the feeling. No, no more Joker. I hate him. I hate him! He deserves it. Joker is going to die. But the feelings that spawned from her longing for Joker kept creeping back into her mind no matter how much she tried to fight it off.
Ivy crossed her right arm over her left that held the phone to her ear. She heard the soft click of the other end being picked up by the recipient. Ivy smiled, knowing that the call had gone through, now all that she could hope for was that the person she called would be free enough for a caper like they shared in old times.
"Hello? Who is this?" the woman's voice was young, inquisitive, but not at all unrecognizable.
"Hello Selina. How are you doing Kitten? I have a job for you, if you are interested. How would you like to help us kill The Joker?"
[Find out Selina's answer in Chapter 3: The Siren's Call.