Warnings: Extreme cheesiness AND extreme smut.
You have been warned :)
Pam looked out the window of the small apartment. The sun was setting, and in these early days of fall the trees looked like they were on fire.
"Pretty," Harley said quietly, coming up and hugging Pam from behind. She reached around to hand her a mug of tea, and Pam squeezed her hand in thanks before taking a careful sip. "Mmm, that's good, Harl – what is that?"
"Gingerbread," said Harley, resting her cheek against the flat of Pam's shoulder blade, snuggling her arms around Pam's waist. "It's a little early in the season, but they had it out already so I had to try it."
Pam smiled (because of course, out of every flavor of tea, Harley would go for something sweet and quirky like gingerbread), but she stayed quiet. "Whatcha thinking about?" Harley said, nuzzling gently between Pam's shoulder blades.
The redhead took another sip. "Well," she said, "I was thinking about the semester starting next week. And how this wasn't exactly the way I envisioned my summer going." She thought, or maybe she imagined, that she could feel Harley droop a little against her back, and she set the mug on the windowsill before gently turning around and pulling Harley into her arms.
They stood there for a minute, Pam's arms wrapped around Harley's shoulders and the shorter woman's arms snug around her waist. "Your hair smells like bubble gum," Pam murmured against the top of her head.
"I think that's just my natural smell," Harley said into Pam's collarbone, making her smile again.
Pam sighed. "You just made me smile twice in 30 seconds," she said. "And . . . and that's essentially my point." She cleared her throat. "This wasn't how I envisioned my summer going – but even with everything that happened, I wouldn't change a thing if it meant I would end up right here with you."
Harley sniffled against her, and Pam put two fingers beneath her chin, gently tilting her face up until their eyes met. She kissed the tears that sparkled in one eye, and then the other, and then planted a tender kiss on Harley's lips.
And they just stood there for a while, silently holding one another as the sun set, until Harley yawned, and Pam smiled, and they went to bed.
In the morning, Pam woke up first, as usual. She stretched a little and rolled over to look at Harley, who was sprawled out on her back, one hand flung over her head, one knee bent up like a flamingo. Pam leaned on her arm and just watched her for a while. Even in her sleep, Harley seemed to go through more emotions in 5 minutes than Pam did in a month.
Then Harley let out a little sigh, and in Pam's mind it was instantly connected to all the other times she'd heard her sigh like that, and a jolt ran through her straight to her core. She slipped a hand just under the edge of Harley's t-shirt and caressed the warm, soft skin of her hip lightly with her fingertips.
Harley let out another sigh, this one more longing than the first, and straightened her bent leg so both legs were straight.
Pam shifted so she was leaning over Harley, her elbows bracketing Harley's hips, and snuck the fingertips of each hand just below the band of her boxers. She inched the fabric down gradually, sliding her hands around and under to sneak it down in the back as well, then stopped when the top of Harley's boxers was around her upper thighs.
Now she could see the neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair covering Harley's mound, and she could just barely make out the top of Harley's lower lips.
Pam snuck a peek up at Harley. Her face was relaxed, her eyes closed.
She looked peaceful.
Not for long, Pam thought wickedly as she bent her head, slipping her tongue into the small gap between Harley's boxers and her center, lapping gently at the top of her mound. She could just barely reach Harley's nub with the tip of her tongue, and she swept her tongue across it at a leisurely pace.
Harley moaned a little in her sleep, and it made Pam feel ravenous, like always. She licked deeper, more vigorously, relishing Harley's taste, the growing scent of her arousal. God, she wanted to make her feel good, today and every day. Sex had never been like this for her before, never meant so much. There had always been some sort of . . . imbalance. Not with Harley.
Pam drew a tight figure eight with her tongue, and Harley shuddered, waking up slowly. "Mmm," she said in a sleepy rumble. "Who's there?"
That earned her a baleful glare from the redhead. "Aw, why'd ya stop?" Harley said, eyes still closed. "Wait – are you giving me a look right now?"
Since Harley never wore a bra to bed, Pam could see her nipples hardening through her soft t-shirt. "Take your shirt off," she said in a gravelly voice, and now Harley's eyes shot open, and she raised an eyebrow and grinned before whipping her shirt off in one fluid motion. "Yes, ma'am," she said cheekily.
Pam crawled above Harley on all fours now, taking her time, fixing her with a stare that said Mine. She stopped when her head was even with Harley's naked, pert breasts, then dipped down to run just the tip of her tongue around one erect nipple.
"More," Harley breathed.
"Oh, you mean like this?" Pam said, and she spread her lips wide against Harley's breast and sucked hard, mercilessly, taking in as much of the smooth flesh as she could, flicking her tongue against Harley's nipple until she heard her moan, felt a hand gripping the back of her head and pulling her closer. She indulged her for a second, scraping her teeth lightly over the wet nub, then pushed back against Harley's hand and pulled her head back, tugging on Harley's nipple until it slid free with a wet sound.
Pam leaned back, panting hard. She loved seeing that darker blue color in Harley's eyes as they clouded over with lust, loved knowing that only she got to make her feel that way. She still knelt over her on all fours, and now she raked her eyes all the way down Harley's body and back up again. Her hair was a disheveled mess of bed head, one of her nipples was red and glistening, and her boxers were still yanked down around her upper thighs. Pam could not think of a more beautiful sight to wake up to. She told Harley so, and the other woman groaned beneath her, bucking her hips almost desperately, begging for Pam to take her.
So she did.
Pam took advantage of her position and Harley's semi-trapped legs, suddenly rolling her onto her stomach with Pam still crouched above her. She tugged Harley's wrists above her head and pushed them down into the mattress with one hand, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "What do you need?"
Harley whimpered, turning her face to the side so she could be heard. "I-I need you inside me now," she begged. Pam growled a little and released Harley's wrists, grazing her teeth down along the back of her neck as she trailed slender fingers down her spine.
She smiled her feral smile when she saw how the other woman's hips were pulsing against the bed. "Be still," she said in a low voice, and Harley whimpered again but obeyed.
Pam sat up and back now, knees spread on either side of Harley's thighs. She kept trailing her fingers slowly down along Harley's spine, dragging her nails lightly so that parallel pink marks appeared, then circling her fingertips lazily in the dip right above Harley's smooth cheeks.
Then she slid one finger so lightly along Harley's cleft, not pushing in, biting back a groan when she had to angle her wrist to slip it between Harley's ass and the hem of her boxers, which were still keeping her legs nice and trapped.
The gap was so tight that Pam could just barely reach Harley's center with the pad of one finger. She bit her lip, hearing Harley gasp at the light contact, and swirled her finger around in little circles. "Mmm, feels so good," Harley moaned, and Pam pushed in just a little farther, teasing, moving her fingertip slowly in and out. It was obvious how aroused Harley was – Pam's finger was slick in no time, and soon she was pumping it in and out all the way.
"God, you feel so tight like this," Pam said roughly, watching her finger move in and out. Harley was breathing heavily now, starting to clench Pam's finger with each thrust. Pam increased the pace, leaning down again to whisper, "Do you like having me inside you?"
"Want you – inside me – all the time," Harley managed to pant out. Pam couldn't stop herself from sinking her teeth into the back of Harley's shoulder at that before leaning back to watch again. She was pumping in and out of her fast now, Harley's body shaking with every swipe of her finger, and when Pam said, "Do you want to come for me now?" Harley wailed out a long "Yessss" and shuddered with a rush of wetness, her walls pulsing around Pam's finger.
Pam kept her finger inside her until Harley stopped moving, then slowly pulled it out, pulled Harley's boxers up, and flopped over onto her back. "Holy shit," Harley muttered into the pillow beside her, and Pam chuckled.
Harley rolled over to face her, snuggling into Pam's side, trailing her fingers up and down Pam's arm. "You're . . . so amazing at that," she said, still breathless, sounding awed.
Pam snorted. "If any of the guys I slept with heard you say that –" she started, and then trailed off awkwardly when she remembered that one of those guys was Harley's father.
The younger woman wasn't thinking about that at the moment though. "Yeah – you told me once that, how did you put it? The 'wifely duties' weren't your favorite part or something. So why . . ." and now she trailed off, feeling shy.
"Why do I jump your bones all the time?" Pam said, so seriously that Harley giggled. Pam turned on her side so they were facing each other, and Harley impulsively kissed her on the nose, whispering something that sounded suspiciously like freckles. "I think . . . I think I just like making you feel good," she said haltingly. "And we danced around each other for so long, and things sort of built up, and since what happened yesterday things have felt even more intense – you know?" Harley nodded, and Pam went on: "I guess I just want to make the most of the time we have together."
Harley smiled, still looking content from her orgasm. "Why do you always do stuff to me?" she asked curiously.
Pam chewed the inside of her mouth in thought. "Does it feel . . . unbalanced?" she finally said.
"Ha! No, I love it!" said Harley, shoving her a little. "But it feels sorta unfair to you."
The redhead rolled onto her back, pulling Harley with her so she was snuggled half on top of her. "I guess in all my other relationships, it did feel unbalanced to me – like I was doing it for the other person. But when I see how turned on you get, how much you crave being with me, it actually makes me feel good. And – even if I do more stuff to you in purely numeric terms, I've never felt more perfectly matched."
Harley sighed against her chest. "Only you could make me feel all mushy with the words 'purely numeric terms,'" she murmured.
Pam kissed the top of her head, held her close for a minute. Then she said, "Harley? I think I'm going to go out to the house this afternoon."
She felt Harley stiffen in her arms, but then she nodded.
It was time to deal with reality.