A/N: YAY look who finally found the edit button so I could add an author's note and make some tiny little add ons to this chapter! I'm so glad you guys have been loving these little shorts and I'm writing more. I wrote this chapter after watching the end scene of Suicide Squad again and noticing that the Joker gives Harley's shoulder a little squeeze and rubs his thumb against it when he says "Let's Go Home"...and I kind of melted from the "feels".

She stared at the uniformed figure in front of her as her heart stopped and she held her breath. No...it couldn't be.

It reached up and removed the mask, revealing a heavily made up face that broke into a smile as the man in uniform laid eyes on her and gave a low sigh of pleasure and relief before stepping towards her.

For another second she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing. Surely this was another vision from Enchantress, or a dream she was having from too much espresso and the harlequin novel. But no-this was real. He was alive. He had come back for her.

"PUDDIN'!" she shrieked and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him roughly the rest of the ways towards her before burying her face in his shoulder. She was caught between beaming with joy and working to keep the sobs catching in her throat from overcoming her. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and held on to him for dear life.

He rested his left hand on her shoulder and his right hand and arm against her back, holding her to him. "Let's go home," he said in a low, comforting voice, and he gave her shoulder a small, reassuring squeeze with his hand.

"Baby." She felt him give her shoulder another squeeze, rubbing his thumb against it comfortingly.

Harley stirred sleepily, not wanting to wake up from the dream she was having, reliving the events of two days ago. She hoped she'd dream about it for the rest of her life. "Mmm, puddin'," she murmured, keeping her eyes closed and rubbing her cheek against the pillow. He was still pressed up against her back-they must have fallen asleep spooning again. They really were going soft. "Why'd you wake me up?"

"Having sweet dreams?" J whispered and his breath tickled her ear. "You looked so delicious lying there I had to find out what was going on in that pretty head of yours." She gave a little smile.

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed happily. "About you rescuing me."

He nuzzled his face against her neck, purring like a cat, and she gave a sleepy giggle, curling up at the tickling sensation before turning on her back and opening her eyes, fluttering her lashes at him. He gave the same growl he usually gave when kissing her and lowered his head to her collarbone, gingerly biting and sucking.

"Oh puddin'," she said, running her hands through his hair. "When I look in the mirror all I'm going to see is hickeys."

He finished nipping around her neck and chest before raising his head and looking into her eyes with the mischievous, little boy look he had first given her when they met at Arkham. "Goood. Then I'll know you won't be able to look at yourself without thinking of me."

She responded by raising her head quickly and surprising him with a hard kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. "Mmmmmm." He groaned through the kiss and immediately rolled onto her, placing his hands on the sides of her face, fingertips brushing against her hair and temple. They kissed roughly and greedily and she rested her hands around his neck. They'd first celebrated their reunion on the bearskin rug, barely able to drink a glass of grape soda before completely ravishing each other, and then moved to the bed, where they had had the incredible experience of the night before last. They still hadn't left the bedroom. Harley didn't care if they never left the room again and she knew J didn't either. The last several times they'd had sex after the unusual way it had happened the other night, it felt even better than it had before. She would have thought that impossible, but somehow the experience had seemed to forever alter their lovemaking-though they never called it that, of course.

"Mmmm," he groaned again and growled. She always loved the way his growling and purring felt against her lips and she purred back. He moved his hand underneath the shirt of his she'd worn last night, onto her breast, and started working with his hands and fingers.

"Oooo, puddin'," she managed to say teasingly before his mouth covered hers again and she gave a muffled laugh. She could feel him through his boxers, rock hard against her leg already. Usually they were both loud, but in her sleepiness and the afterglow of the dream she stayed quiet and still, enjoying the low groans and moans coming from him as he pressed himself against her.

He started kissing harder and faster, still massaging and squeezing her breast, and she could feel mild frustration and desperation in his lips and tongue. "Whatcha waiting for, Mista J?" she managed to ask in a quiet, low voice

He gave a frustrated, short groan before slightly moving his body off of her to fumble with the shorts. She moved her hands down to help him. Once they were off he resumed his previous position, quickly slipping inside her before beginning to kiss her again, panting. She lay there happily, letting him do what he wanted, with her arms and hands spread out lazily on either side of her up on the pillow above her head.

"Mmmmmm," he groaned loudly as he started pumping, and her lips spread into a small smile against his. "Oh, God, baby..."

She smiled and turned her head, feeling the panting breaths against her cheek. If it felt this good for her she could imagine what it was doing for him. She pulled her legs up, just a little, so her knees weren't flat against the bed and shifted her hips slightly into a different position.

"Oh, God," he exclaimed. "God, you're so good. You're so good."

"I know, baby, I know," she said back seductively and a little jerkily, as he pumped harder so that her body started moving up and down against the mattress. They were going to have to replace it after the past few days. "I'm such a good girl." She grinned with both pleasure at the pumps and pleasure at how worked up he was.

He moaned and squeezed his eyes shut, head lowered in concentration, panting harder. "I can't..." he started to say after a little while. "Mmmm...baby, I can't..." he said in the low, husky voice she'd heard more often the past few nights than she ever had before. "It's so good, honey...I can't..."

She nodded, her own breath coming a little harder as they moved up and down against the mattress, rocking it against the bedsprings. "It's okay," she managed to say, reaching up and pushing his hair back. "Go on, baby."

Harley watched, feeling the satisfaction and love showing on her face, as he gave the sound between a growl and a groan and his face went slack, eyes opening but still unseeing, clouded in a haze of pleasure and relief as he emptied himself inside her, before collapsing down and resting his head on her chest. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through his hair, enjoying the moment of vulnerability.

"Harley," he said tiredly after a few moments. It sounded like he was almost asleep.

She paused. She could only remember a handful of times he'd actually referred to her as Harley while talking to her. "Yes, puddin'?"

"It's so good to be home," he said, words almost slurring. "You're home."

"Yes, puddin'," she said softly, reaching down and giving his shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It's so good to be home."