Hey – author here, hope it's okay that I write a brief A/N.
I love the Harley/Ivy pairing, but my previous stories never got the following that this one has. It's been amazing.
Thank you to the people who review this story regularly and remind me that it's worth it: Neveria, ToonTail, KatherineAmRi, and Moosedrool.
And, of course, a special thanks to my fanfic spirit animal and amazing beta reader: AmberZ10.
Whether you've been following this fic since the beginning or you just discovered it 5 years from now, hit me up with a review – I love hearing what people think and getting to connect with the people who actually read the junk I write.
Okay, now enjoy the ensuing sexytimes. Our girls have earned it, we've all earned it :)
Your friend,
areyoukiddingmedude
Their first kiss had been tentative, a gentle breeze on a summer day.
This one quickly escalated into a hurricane.
In the moment before they crashed together, the two women stood there, drinking each other in. Time seemed to freeze as Pam stroked Harley's lower back with one hand and cupped the back of her neck with the other, while Harley's fingers tightened on Pam's waist.
Then, at the same moment, both of them decided they couldn't wait another second. Harley yanked Pam even closer by her waist and stood on her tiptoes just as Pam pulled Harley to her by the back of her neck.
And then they were kissing, hard and desperate, pouring all the pent-up energy of months of dancing around each other into their lips and hips and fingers.
In their initial collision, Harley's lower lip ended up trapped between Pam's, and she wasted no time sucking on it until Harley gasped into her mouth, sliding her arms quickly up Pam's chest to twine them around her shoulders.
When Harley gasped, Pam instinctively licked into her mouth, just a tiny bit, just the tip of her tongue. Harley responded enthusiastically, sucking Pam's tongue farther into her mouth, moaning hungrily.
That moan undid Pam even further, and she slid her hand down from Harley's lower back to cup her ass, moaning herself when she felt how firm it was, how perfect it felt as she squeezed it, as she used the new angle to pull Harley tighter against her.
They moved as one, locked together, not coming up for air, seeking any surface that would give them more leverage. Finally, Pam felt the loveseat behind her, bumping into the backs of her knees. She kicked off her shoes, and her breasts slid against Harley's as the difference in their heights became less drastic, and the feeling of Harley's soft t-shirt against her wet skintight dress took her breath away.
Harley pushed Pam down so that she was sitting on the loveseat, and the move took both of them by surprise a little. They looked at each other for another second, breathing heavily, overwhelmed by the passion surging between them. Harley had one hand on Pam's shoulder, looking down at her where she sat on the loveseat, and Pam had managed to keep her one hand on Harley's ass as she fell backwards.
She moved that hand against Harley now, caressing the firm flesh, then dug her fingers in experimentally, watching how it made Harley bite her lower lip and roll her eyes up to the ceiling.
It finally dawned on Pam that Harley was wearing her favorite t-shirt, and as aroused as she was, it still made her smile. "What?" Harley gasped, lifting first one knee and then the other on either side of Pam, straddling her lightly where she sat.
"Nice shirt," Pam said in a strained voice as Harley settled on top of her.
"Oh, you like that?" Harley said, pushing against Pam more eagerly now, rocking into her, looking straight into her eyes. She leaned down, dragged her tongue just along the outside edge of Pam's ear, and whispered, "It smells like you, and I love the way our scents mix together."
"Jesus, Harley," Pam said, gulping. She noticed that her hair and the front of her dress were getting rainwater all over the front of Harley's shirt, and she said without thinking, "I got you all wet."
Harley pulled back a little. She cocked her head to one side, fixed Pam with a look, and said in her best Pam impression, "You have no idea."
Which of course only turned Pam on even more, and she tugged Harley tighter into her, pulling her center flush against Pam's abdomen, and then slowly she slipped her hands under the t-shirt.
Pam inched her hands higher and higher, bit by bit, and Harley continued to rock against her as Pam lightly dragged her nails up Harley's tight abs, danced her fingers along her ribs, until she suddenly realized that Harley wasn't wearing a bra.
Pam felt the urge to ground herself or she knew she might explode, so she instinctively sunk her teeth into the closest thing, which happened to be Harley's upper arm. Harley gasped, and Pam quickly stammered an apology.
But Harley looked down at her again, blue eyes blazing, blonde hair as wild as Pam had ever seen it, and said, "Do it again." Pam groaned, nuzzled hard against Harley's neck, grazed her teeth against her collarbone and felt her head fall back in response.
Then suddenly, Pam was gently brushing her thumbs over Harley's perfect tits under her shirt, feeling her nipples harden instantly, and nothing in her whole life had ever felt so right. Harley started letting out little gasps each time Pam's thumbs grazed over her nipples, riding her harder.
"Take it off," Pam ordered, pushing the shirt up as high as she could so there would be no doubt what she meant. Harley smiled a little evilly as she reached down, crossing her arms in front of her and dragging the hem of her t-shirt up agonizingly slowly. "Faster," Pam growled, digging her fingernails into Harley's sides as her thumbs continued lightly brushing back and forth over her nipples. "I want to see you."
That got Harley to hurry, and she pulled the shirt off the rest of the way and threw it somewhere over the back of the loveseat.
Now naked except for her black boy shorts, Harley looked down at Pam, and there was a tiny bit of – shyness? nervousness? in her eyes that melted something inside Pam, made tears spring to her own eyes unbidden, and as she looked up at those blue eyes Pam breathed out, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
"Show, don't tell, Red," Harley teased, and she pulled Pam's hands up against her pert breasts, hard. Pam palmed them, rolled them, and then lunged forward to suck a nipple wetly between her finger and thumb, sucking and releasing it in time as she pressed her hips up to meet Harley's thrusts against her.
"Oh god, Pam," Harley moaned. "Just like that, baby – oh god – if you keep doing that, I'm going to –" and then Pam sucked her nipple into her hot mouth, hard, and licked her tongue up and down it, and then Harley pressed down, hard, and Pam felt a tremor run through Harley right before she collapsed against her, panting.
"Did you just –" Pam said, honestly surprised at how quickly it had happened.
"Well, you were doing that thing with your fingers, and your tongue, and god Pam your mouth was on my tit, and if you think about it that was actually like months in the making." Harley's face was flushed, her lips parted, breathing heavily, and Pam couldn't believe that she actually got to have this, that she got to make her fall apart like this.
"Wait a second," Harley murmured against Pam's neck after taking a second to recover, "I just figured out what's been bothering me."
Pam's heart stopped briefly, but started beating again when Harley said, "You're not wearing any green." Pam grinned wickedly and licked along Harley's collarbone then, making her moan. She husked, "Mmm, I am, but you're going to have to work for it this time."
Then Harley was suddenly pulling her to her feet (it was amazing how often she could surprise Pam, even now, even like this), and she spun Pam around so she was facing the loveseat. Harley pushed her forward a little, so that one of Pam's knees came up to rest on the loveseat, her arms braced against the back of it.
Harley swept Pam's wet hair to the side, breathed against the back of her neck, slipped one hand around to her abdomen, flexed her fingers there and whispered, "Oh, I think I'll enjoy looking for that green very much." With her other hand, she reached up and dragged Pam's zipper down slowly, torturously, popping one metal tooth at a time. She pushed Pam's dress off her shoulders, and when she saw her green lace bra Harley bit back a moan and whispered triumphantly, "Found some."
"Oh, there's more," Pam panted, arching her back, trying desperately to get Harley closer.
"Hmm, let's see . . ." Now Harley reached down with both hands and at the same agonizing pace, slowly inched the hem of Pam's dress up until it was at her hips. She leaned back to take a look and – "Jesus Christ, Pam!" she hissed through her teeth when she saw the matching green lace thong.
She reached out, unable to help herself, slid her fingers under the band and pulled up on it, just a little. Pam moaned. "You're going to kill me, so fucking sexy," Harley whispered, pressing her naked breasts against Pam's back now, words hot against Pam's skin.
"Harley . . ." Pam said in a low voice, still bracing herself against the loveseat. "Get this dress off me, and then I'm going to taste you." Harley bit down into the soft flesh of Pam's shoulder, and neither of them was sure who moaned this time.
Harley backed up a step, giving Pam room to stand, and shoved her dress down to the floor. Pam turned around and pulled Harley into her arms again, Harley's naked breasts sliding against the rough fabric of Pam's bra, almost nothing between them now.
"You – you asked about a bed before?" Harley said, clearing her throat.
"Take me there," Pam said, "and I'm going to make you come using just my tongue."
Harley took her there.