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How Do You Solve A Riddle Like Harleen?

Written By: Casey525

Edited by: bleachfanficfanatic


Chapter 9: Together they Fall Apart

When Edward leads her to the bathroom in his apartment Harley cocks an eyebrow, curiosity plainly written on her face. Smiling as he turns on the light he leans into the shower stall and turns it on, waiting until the temperature is just right before he faces her again. A gentle smile on his face he says, "Harley, you need to relax. Go on and take a shower, I'll be in the bedroom whenever you're done."

Her eyes don't leave his as he confidently strides toward her. One arm snakes around her waist tugging her firmly to his form as he leans down and kisses her firmly. Pulling back he murmurs against her lips, "Enjoy it but if possible…don't take too long." He gives her one more quick peck and then moves around her to exit. Harley's barely able to respond, something between a squeak and a gulp indicating she understands.

Once the door is shut she quickly sheds her clothing, stepping into the hot stream of water. Swiftly she washes her hair, the chalk dye she uses cascading down her shoulders until her natural blonde is all that's left. As she scrubs herself clean the question of whether she wants to do this with Eddie comes to her mind. Thinking back over the short time she's been with him and everything he's done for her, now and before, she smiles to herself. How could she even question it? Truth be told, she's wanted him for a while now.

As Harley preps her body, Edward is prepping his room. Lighting candles and putting on soft classical music he takes a last glance around; everything's perfect. That is, if she's even coming in here. His heart is a mix of anxiety and excitement. Has he been pushing her too far too fast? She's easy to pressure, especially after the Joker and he wonders…

"No, Harleen knows that if she doesn't want this…doesn't want me…I won't hold it against her."

He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice the water's turned off and there is a soft padding of feet nearing his room. It isn't until Harley enters, a soft, "Eddie?" falling from her lips that he turns around. His voice dies in his throat which is suddenly quite dry. Entering his bedroom is Harley Quinn clad in nothing but a towel. Her hair is still damp, the scent of blueberries wafting towards him.

He sees the hesitation in her gaze when he doesn't reply so before she can second guess herself or his intensions Edward moves next to her. She's much shorter without her heels on and he loves the difference in their height. Gone is the makeup and the hair paint and standing before him is the real Harleen Quinnzel and he's enamored.

Gently he tucks his hand on the back of her neck pulling slightly to draw her closer to himself before leaning down and capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Harley loses herself in the sensation of his lips against hers, wrapping her arms around his neck and finally kissing him back. Up until this moment she's let him lead everything and Edward is elated that she's fully participatory in what's happening.

Their tongues battle for dominance but he lets her win knowing she needs the boost of confidence after what that asshole did to her. Pushing the Joker out of his mind Edward focuses on the feeling of this woman in his arms.

When breathing becomes necessary Harley pulls back, a playful smile on her face. "Still clothed? Did I misread your clues Mr. Riddles?"

He chuckles shaking his head. "Not at all, my dear, I just didn't want to assume. Shall I undress now?"

"No!" she yells but then amends it quickly at his startled look, "Sorry Eddie, I mean…I'd like to do it, if you don't mind. I…I've never been in control of anything for the longest time, least of all anything happening in the bedroom."

"Not even before…him?" he asks quietly and she shakes her head.

"No, I just…this is all new so if I do anything wrong I'm sorry."

He grins kissing her again. "You could never do it wrong Harley, but I would appreciate it if you'd get on with it."

Despite the smile on her face her hands are shaking as she undoes one button after another. Leaning forward Edward whispers against the shell of her ear, "Relax and just enjoy. This is all about you tonight. We do only what you want when you want, ok?"

She nods just as she finishes with his shirt. Pushing it off his shoulders the silk falls to the floor. He can see her eyes flash with concern at its placement but guides her face back to his own shaking his head. "Stop worrying." She trails her fingers over his stomach gently making his muscles twitch.

"Someone's ticklish," she teases grazing her nails over his sides and making him jump.

"Yes well, I'd appreciate it if you'd keep that our little secret."

She giggles and traces her fingers over his scars. Edward can see her eyes are filled with wonder and appreciation which definitely swells his pride. Soon her hands trail lower grasping his belt. Once it is unhooked she pulls it free and drops it to the floor. "Good girl," he utters lowly as her hands return to his pants, this time unclasping the buttons and pulling the zipper down. Leaning up on tiptoes she kisses him, gently at first, but increases the pressure as her hand slips into his boxers.

Edward utters a choked sound pulling away to suck in a much needed breath of air, breathing out, "Harley," as she strokes him gently. Harley watches his face, enthralled at the affect her simple touches are having on him. Leaning back up she kisses him again, sucking his lower lip between her teeth making him groan. Her hands are dainty, leaving trails of fire on his throbbing manhood pulling a low whine from his throat.

Leaning up Harley kisses his neck and asks, "Whatsa matter Eddie?"

"I need…I…harder please," he stutters and she complies grasping him firmly, her stroking becoming more assured. Edward pants her name, his head thrown back with eyes closed as she pleasures him with her hand. A sudden absence of pressure causes him to whip his head down only for his eyes to widen at the sight of her slowly un-wrapping the towel from her body. Though marred with scars her alabaster skin is luminous. Were he a man with less control he'd be drooling. He sees a momentary flash of doubt in her eyes as his drink in her form but he whispers, "Holy shit Harls, you're fucking gorgeous."

Harley never thought such coarse language could make her feel so good. Desire and longing surge through her whole body and she falls to her knees. Joker used to think she worshipped him when she was like this but with Eddie it's different. As she gets comfortable he's already protesting. "Harley, you don't have-" but she cuts him off with a languorous lick to his shaft.

"You said tonight is all about what I want, remember Eddie? And this is what I want," she breaths against him before taking him into her mouth as far as she can.

"Fuck Harley," he growls. Her lips are heaven and sin at the same time, the gentle pressure a cross between torture and tantalizing pleasure. Her tongue swirls, teeth nibbling gently sending pulses through his whole body. He won't last long if she keeps this up. When they make eye contact again he's almost done for and pulls away abruptly.

Through her protests Edward lifts Harley from the floor and turns her to the bed. Gently he guides her onto her back, crawling up until he's hovering over her. Leaning down he captures her lips in another mind blowing kiss. Pulling back he trails to her neck speaking in hushed tones, "Forgive me my dear, it seems you've shattered my legendary patience and self control." His lips against her throat make Harley's breath hitch. He's surprised when he touches her folds to find she's already wet for him and it makes his staff firm up even harder if that were possible.

"Harley, I need you," he says and she smiles.

"And it's obvious I'm ready for you. Take me Eddie, I'm all yours," she whispers. Her words ignite him further and his lips are back on hers, tongue darting out to caress and taste all of her mouth. As he kisses her she pulls him closer with her hips and all of sudden he's encased in her warm, wet depths. Both groan loudly at the fusion. He wanted to go slow, to take his time with her but she propels his more carnal nature like no one ever has before.

He's just about to ask if she's alright when she calls out, "Eddie, please…harder!" Inwardly he sighs in relief and slams full force into her pulling another gasp and moan from her lips. He's looking down at her, loving the beauty of her form writhing in pleasure because of him. She surprises him further with demands to go faster, harder, she wants more.

"Harley," he grunts out, "I don't…want to…hurt you."

But her lips silence further protest, her kiss fierce and powerful showing him more than her words that she can handle this, she wants this and he's not going to deny her. Grasping the headboard he pulls away to get a better angle and slams even harder into her.

"That's it Eddie! Give it to me! Give me all of you, every last bit!" she yells in ecstasy. He almost cums right there but some of her words give him pause. He stalls his movements and her eyes open full of concern and confusion.

"Eddie, did I do some-" he kisses her harshly before she can accurse herself of being in the wrong again.

"No, Harleen, you've done nothing wrong, I have. I forgot to get protection." He goes to move out of her but her strong legs keep him at bay. He can get away from her easily but he won't hurt her to do so. Looking back down into her face now glistening with a light sheen of sweat he's overcome with the look in her eyes.

"It's fine Eddie. I want to feel all of you all night. I mean, for all we know I could be dead soon and I want to feel fully alive."

Before he can refute her gloomy words she's leaning up and kissing him again. He wraps a hand into her hair tugging her back to expose her neck and attacks with his mouth, teeth grazing her flesh making her cry out.

He wraps his other arm around her waist, holding her close as he pulses into her. He punctuates each of his next words with hard, strong thrusts, "I…won't…have..you..speaking..like..that!" She's crying out now, the intensity of his grip and penetration pulling her towards a blinding light of pleasure.

"You're not going anywhere," he breathes into her ear and his voice is firm, almost fierce in its determination, "except to nirvana because I'm going to fuck you into a ripe ecstasy."

Harley can't take it anymore. His voice, his scent, his feel, everything drives her higher and higher until she's crying out, "Eddie, oh god, Eddie!" She cums, her body shaking in the violence of her orgasm, hers bringing his own.

Panting Edward pulls back just far enough to kiss her lips, his arms still wrapped around her in a vice tight grip. When they open their eyes to meet one another's gaze Edward breathes out, "That…was amazing."

"Really?" Harley says blushing and he grins.

Kissing her again he says, "Remember what I said? I'll never lie to you." Gently he releases her and rolls off the bed to grab some towels. Once they are all cleaned up Harley lays back down, yawning. Edward slides up behind her, pulling her flush against himself.

"Eddie," she asks sleepily, "will you be here when I wake up?"

He smiles against her neck. "Yes, my dear, I'll be here."