Strange Love, Chapter 3
by Sunflare2k5

"Johnathan, is it?" Harley grinned, her mood shooting back upwards like a
yo-yo. She put aside the now-empty plate on the table next to the loveseat,
then patted the cushion beside her. "Well -- take a load off, Jonny!"

He blinked; that wasn't a name he'd heard since he was a child. "I, er…"

"I won't bite…" she winked. "Unless ya want me to?"

At that, Johnathan blushed brilliantly. He hovered before the loveseat, his
knees bent slightly as he was about to sit down before that proclamation!
She grabbed hold of his arm and tugged; with that, he fell back onto the
loveseat.

"C'mon, it's not like you haven't done this before?" Harley snuggled a bit
closer, only to have him turn away from her. "You have done this before…"
A pause, and her voice was softer, uncertain. "Right?!"

He couldn't meet her eyes. "Don't laugh at me…" he hissed between his
clenched teeth.

"I'm not laughing." Harley punctuated her promise with a gentle kiss on his
cheek; much to her surprise, he started sobbing. She gathered him into her
arms, and crooned to him. Just like Bud 'n Lou, when they was pups… Harley
thought, as she tried to comfort him.

After a couple of minutes, he finally regained his voice, though it was still
roughened by his tears. "No-one ever touched me, unless they intended
to hurt me. No-one ever thought I was worthy to be in their presence,
unless it was to be their victim. Why? Why you – why now?"

"Cause you've been good to me." She kissed his tear-streaked cheek.
"You saved me." Another kiss, on the opposite cheek. "And you're cute!"

Johnathan frowned. "You must be drunk..."

Harley drew herself up. "I am not!" She reached back, and grabbed up
the fork from the plate. He flinched back -- until she balanced it by the
tines on her index finger. "Can a drunk do that? I don't think so!" She
tossed it away over her shoulder. "Musclebound guys don't do it for me...
what can I say? I like 'em smart."

"Well, I supp--" He was interrupted as she yanked him into a deep kiss;
Johnathan's instincts called for him to respond to her... and he did, with
growing passion. Finally, they had to come up for air.

"Where's your bedroom?" she whispered, nibbling his ear.

"This way..." He eagerly led the way, and locked the door behind them.

(to be continued)