This chapter is rated 'M'. Probably even 'E', actually.
Author's note: Huge, gigantic shout out to my friend Bridget for writing the intimate moments in this chapter. My plan from the beginning was to just imply a sex scene...but Bridget told me that making my readers wade through a bunch of psychobabble for 37 chapters without a real sex scene was the embodiment of a "dick move", so I said "fine! you write it."...and she did. I was planning to wait a little to post this one but I just read over the final draft and couldn't resist sharing it. You may, of course, skip this chapter if you're uncomfortable with rather explicit adult content. There is some semi-important dialogue at the end and an interesting look at these women's power-dynamic throughout...but like I said, skippable if you're uncomfortable.
An hour later they were back in the car and Ivy was giving Harley directions again, but now the car was stuffed with plants and lab equipment. Evidently Ivy didn't trust a moving company to handle her stuff.
"He said it's 1510." Ivy said, consulting her paper once again.
Harley slowed down so that they could read the addresses on the houses as they passed.
"Stop!" Ivy told her. Harley slammed on the brakes. "It's that one."
The smile on Ivy's face warmed Harley's heart. The house she was pointing to had a nice big front yard with an oak tree planted squarely at the center. The house itself was older with a sort of Victorian aesthetic to it that made it unique compared to the newer architecture of the other houses on the block.
"Well, it's no Toxic Acres, but it will do." Pamela grinned. And she really was Pamela, Harley could see it, just for a moment. She had paled her skin for the drive over and because she really hadn't aged since college, she looked like she had just stepped out of that photograph from her file. There were differences, though. This Pamela was confident (to a fault) and rather unencumbered, it seemed. She didn't wish upon stars, she took what she wanted, and Harley smiled at the idea that she wanted her.
It only took them 10 minutes to get the lab equipment inside, a little longer for the flowers because Ivy insisted on doing that all by herself. Meanwhile, Harley explored the house. What day it had been. She'd released Ivy from Arkham, been questioned by the cops for a murder she most certainly did commit, and then Ivy swooped in like a knight in shining armor bringing Catwoman with her. Harley had discovered Catwoman's secret identity and was given immunity to Ivy's toxins…what a day, indeed.
Harleen liked the house immediately. It had tall, vaulted ceilings and wide open spaces. Ivy would be able to put her plants wherever she wanted. It wasn't completely empty, either. Someone had provided basic furnishings- a couch, a chair with an ottoman and a kitchen table around which you could comfortably seat 6 people.
The mystery as to who had furnished it was solved immediately upon Harley entering the master bedroom. A giant canvas painting of a black cat hung above the bed which was made up in expensive looking silk sheets the color of the cat's fur. There was a folded note on one of the pillows that Harley quickly liberated from its envelope.
"For Pammy and her child-bride,
Here's hoping these sheets will help with your frustration.
Sincerely,
Kitty Cat"
Ivy startled Harley as she entered the room, paying little attention to the blonde as she was clearly on a mission. "Oh I don't think so." She said as she stepped up onto the bed and pulled the painting off of the wall. "Be a dear and open that for me." Ivy gestured to the window.
Harley obliged, yanking it open, and then stepped aside. Ivy walked over and quickly shoved the painting out, letting it fall the two stories to the ground. She then snatched the note out of Harley's hand, read it over, made a face, crumpled it up into a ball and threw it against the wall, all of which made Harley laugh.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" Ivy asked, a smile playing on her lips.
Harleen nodded. "What do they say about meeting your heroes?"
"You can only be disappointed." Ivy advanced, pushing Harley down onto the bed behind her and quickly moving to straddle the younger woman.
Harley liked the pressure of Ivy's curvaceous ass on her pelvis and her strong legs on either side of her hips. Pamela began to rock back and forth, grinding gently against her, releasing every bit of sexual desire Harley had been stuffing down inside since they'd met. Harley had waited two long months for this and now it was finally happening. She hadn't even been sure this was what she wanted, but now…after that kiss…and feeling Poison Ivy's heat on her center…she made up her mind. Harley wanted more contact, so she grabbed at the neck of Ivy's dress and brought her upper-body down on top of her. She craned her neck upwards, hoping to meet Ivy's lips, but the plant goddess denied her at first, simply smiling down at the woman beneath her before her fingers danced over Harley's chest, finally finding the buttons on her blouse. Now her smiling lips were against Harley's, planting teasingly brief kisses there. Of course sex with Poison Ivy would be a frustrating game just like everything else. Harley would have to initiate.
As Ivy made her way down to the last two buttons, Harley probed with her tongue in between her lips. Ivy finally opened further, granting the pink muscle entrance and engaging it in a battle with her own between their mouths. The kiss was addicting. Pamela tasted like wild strawberries and honey suckle and Harley didn't quite understand how. The perks of being a meta-human, she assumed.
Ivy opened Harleen's shirt, having made it past the final button, exposing her bare stomach. She then detached from Harley's lips and tongue and playfully tugged on the necktie that was only slightly looser than normal around the doctor's neck. "I think we'll leave this on."
Harleen blushed a bit but was reassured when Ivy's warm palms began to feel up her stomach. Starting at the waistline of her skirt, she worked upwards until her hands were on the girl's breasts. But she didn't squeeze like Harley had hoped she would, instead she looped her hands under Harley's back and deftly unclasped her bra, revealing Harley's bare breasts in one smooth motion.
Harley groped frantically at the goddess above her, desperate to feel more of her body. This made Ivy smile again. "So ea…" She started to say something, but then evidently thought better of it, instead pushing herself off of Harley and the bed altogether. Well that was the opposite of what Harley wanted. Her disappointment didn't last long, though, as Ivy reached for the zipper on the back of her own navy dress, letting it fall off of her shoulders and shimmying her waist to remove the fabric completely.
Harleen was aware she was gaping, but she didn't care. Poison Ivy was standing before her in lacy green lingerie, what was she supposed to do? "You're so…"
"Shhh…" Ivy returned to her position atop the blonde. "I know." She gave her a chaste kiss and unzipped Harley's skirt, sliding it off of her hips. Harley was still a little peeved that Ivy hadn't touched her breasts yet, but…now she was pressing her palms against every inch of Harley's nearly naked form. She shivered at the touch, especially when Ivy's fingernails occasionally grazed the extra sensitive areas. Each time Harley whimpered or reacted, Pamela seemed to make a mental note. It only took a moment for the blonde to realize what she was doing- she was mapping her, turning the experience into a scientific exploration.
"Are you experimenting?" Harley asked as she quivered under the woman's touch.
Ivy dragged her fingernail from Harley's navel to the top of her panties and then back again while she leaned down to whisper in the girl's ear. "Everything I do is with calculated precision, Dr. Quinzel." Harleen moaned as Ivy took her earlobe into her mouth, sucking gently. Harley wanted that everywhere. "You're such a tease." She said, closing her eyes and trying to ignore her body screaming for more.
"It's punishment, Daffodil." Ivy dragged her tongue over the younger woman's jawline and nibbled on her bottom lip.
"No…" Harley groaned, moving to tangle her hands in Ivy's long red hair. But the plant goddess denied her once more, grabbing her hands and pushing them above her head.
Ivy smirked at Harleen's obvious frustration and began to nip and suck at the sensitive places that she had found on her body.
Pamela's dangerous green eyes never left Harley's, which was something Harley hadn't experienced in a lover before. Her gaze implored her not to look away. It was the same look she had given her the day they first met.
Finally, Ivy took Harley's breast in her warm mouth, but didn't suck at her nipple, just held it in her mouth, driving Harley absolutely crazy. She arched her back for more contact and Ivy obliged her, rolling her tongue around the nipple, eliciting a moan from Harley that Ivy seemed to be satisfied with. Much to Harleen's dismay, she released the breast soon after to drag her tongue across her skin like she had on her jaw, making her way over to the other nipple. Harley tried again to tangle her fingers in her hair, but was again denied, her hands placed back above her head.
As Ivy sucked on the second breast, she snaked her hand around the girl's waist, finding her ass beneath her panties and squeezing gently. Harley was pretty sure this could be classified as torture. Pam pressed more of her weight onto Harley, pulling the blonde's hips up to meet hers. Harley bucked into her, hoping for more friction, but Ivy pressed them both downward, stifling any chance of release.
Harley whimpered and Ivy appeared to take some pity on her, slipping her hand between them and feeling at the wetness that had soaked through Harley's panties. Ivy released the nipple with a loud 'pop' and giggled "you're so wet, Harleen…if I didn't know any better, I'd say you want me."
"This isn't funny, Ivy." Harleen groaned. "I do…I want…"
"Sure it's funny, Daffodil." She gently grazed her fingers over the wet spot again, purposefully not providing much friction. "It's not very nice to toy with people's emotions, Dr. Quinzel."
"I'm so…sorry…" Harley moaned, sweat accumulating on her brow from the teasing ministrations Ivy was making over her panties.
"Oh, fine." Ivy chucked. "Is this better?" She slipped her hand below the black waist band and finally made direct contact with her clitoris. Harley bucked desperately, but Ivy again pushed her hips down. She rubbed gradually harder with her index finger and moved her thumb down to Harley's entrance where she casually ran it over the girl's inner lips.
"PLEASE!" Harley begged.
Ivy smirked and slipped her tongue under the waist line of the blonde's panties, licking the skin just under the lip of the fabric. She probed a little further with her thumb as she did so, enjoying the feeling of Harley's wetness.
The girl's eyes were now shut tightly. "Look at me." Ivy requested. Harleen didn't obey right away. "I said 'look at me.'" Blue met green and Ivy was content. She stripped the panties off of Harley's legs and discarded them. "I will pleasure you as long as you keep your eyes on mine, do you understand?"
Harley nodded quickly, making sure to maintain eye contact. Ivy replaced her index finger with her mouth, working her tongue in tight circles around Harley's clit and then moving down in a long, slow exploration of Harley's entire being. The blonde gasped as she was hit with a wave of pleasure, but Ivy's finger was inside her before she could properly squirm. It hooked and pressed into her depths.
The doctor's eyes shut in enjoyment but then suddenly there was nothing, Ivy had removed both her mouth and finger. Harley's eyes flew open and looked frantically for the plant queen who was lying between her legs, an expectant look on her face. "What did I say?" She asked before slipping her finger back inside. Harley moaned and bit her lip, fighting the urge to close her eyes. Ivy returned her mouth to the girl's clitoris and began to suck, causing her hips to buck wildly. Pamela introduced another finger, burying them to the knuckle with each thrust, keeping her pacing patient and methodical. Harley didn't close her eyes, but she did attempt to reach for her again. This clearly displeased Ivy. "No touching." The meta-human adjusted her position so that she was now leaning over Harley, pressing both of the girl's hands above her head and increasing the pace with which her fingers pumped.
Harley's breath was ragged as she felt her inner walls begin to clench around Ivy's fingers. She reached her face upwards, attempting to kiss the woman, and to her surprise, she allowed it. Ivy kissed her passionately as her fingers seemed to reach new depths. Harley released her lips so that she could gasp for air. "Ivy…I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" Ivy slowed their pace and moved her thumb to rub Harley's clitoris. The sensation proved to be the last straw and Harley unraveled, the orgasm erupting from deep inside her she let out a final primal moan. Ivy left her fingers beneath her folds, pressing every so often, letting Harley come down from her climax gradually. Ivy released the girl's hands and untangled herself from Harley's legs, coming to rest beside her. Harley rolled her head to face her, studying the other woman's fair features. She had not been green this whole time, Harley noticed. 'Poison Ivy just made me cum and I didn't die.' Harley grinned, her body still quivering. Mischievously, she rolled over and began drawing circles on the other woman's body, slowly snaking her way past her navel, but as soon she passed that, Pamela's hand shot out and grabbed Harley's who was startled at the suddenness of the movement. Harley looked at her quizzically, but Ivy didn't answer, she just pressed the girl's hand down onto her own chest and rolled away from Harleen, bringing her knees to her chest in something resembling the fetal position.
Harley's maniacal giggle rang out inside her head. "Oopsie daisy."
'What?' Harleen asked, studying the toned muscles of Ivy's back as the woman lay motionless.
"You ain't a very good therapist, Harls."
'What are you talking about?'
"Did'ya ever wonder why exactly Red wants so much control over her sexuality?"
'Yes. We covered this. It's punishing human beings for their lust.'
"Right, but…did'ya notice how she didn't let'cha touch er' once that whole time? And right now, she's layin' there even though ya clearly owe her one. And what was up with the eye contact?"
'It's a game, she wanted to know she was winning. The eye contact was just another way to assert control.'
"Ya…or maybe she was lookin' for consent. Did it ever occur ta you that maybe that Woodrue guy took advantage of her in more ways than one? You read the police report, she was strapped ta that table for a long time…"
'Oh shit. Oh my god, of course.'
"Ya…seems like you were too busy playin' the game to actually fix her."
"Harleen?" Ivy's voice momentarily quieted Harley's.
"Yes?"
The woman didn't turn to her. "Do you still hear Harley?"
'As a matter of fact…'
"Sometimes." Harleen admitted. An uncomfortable silence descended on the room.
"I can't hear Pamela anymore."