AmberZ10: General announcement-

The last chapter was posted before areyoukiddingmedude had a chance to proofread it, so any and all typos were mine and mine alone. This announcement does not come at her urging, but rather the guilt of my own conscience. Thank you. As you were.

"Hey, beautiful!" Harley grinned from the front steps of her apartment building as Pam pulled into the parking lot in the red Tesla and cut the engine.

"Hey yourself," Pam said. It took Harley by surprise when she got out of the car – if they didn't leave right then, they'd be late meeting Diana and Mera, and she knew her Pam loved to be punctual.

So why – oh. Harley barely had time to register the hungry look in Pam's eyes before the redhead was grabbing her by one hand, pulling her hard so that she stumbled into Pam's waiting arms. "Mmm," Harley moaned as she felt Pam's tongue sliding against hers, her hands as always finding their way into Pam's gorgeous hair and pulling her close.

Finally, Pam pulled back a tiny bit. Both girls were breathing heavily, completely wrapped up in each other.

So it took them by surprise when a small projectile hit the ground near them, then bounced into the bushes.

"Henry!" hissed Harry, and now Harley looked up to see three little faces pressed into the space of the open window above them.

"Ohmygoshdid you see how high it bounced?" said Henry, just as breathless as Harley and Pam had been a moment ago.

"Did you see the bouncy ball, Harley?" Zeb called down, louder than necessary. "It went so high!" He turned to his brothers and informed them, "Harley didn't see it bounce cuz she was kissing Pam."

"Yeah," said Henry, and Harley could see his smirk from way up there, "I guess she's not dating that Alec dude, huh?" All three boys dissolved into laughter, although Harley thought Zeb's was probably more in solidarity than actual understanding.

She looked at Pam then, expecting to see a stricken look in those emerald eyes, already trying to think of soothing words – the Pam Whisperer, she giggled to herself. But Pam just quirked an eyebrow and shrugged. "Guess your brothers know, then," she said, and pulled Harley in for another kiss, just as hot as the first.

"It's the next left up here," Harley said a few minutes later, and Pam pulled into the parking lot where they were meeting for their double date.

Pam reached over the seat and retrieved a fairly large tan bag. "What's that?" Harley asked as they climbed out of the red convertible.

"Oh, I meant to ask where yours was," Pam said, "but I got . . . distracted."

"Pam," Harley said, biting her lip now to contain her laughter, "do you have your own equipment?"

"Is that not standard practice?" Pam asked, so sincerely that Harley's laughter bubbled over.

"God, you're adorable," Harley said, taking her hand and standing on tiptoes to plant a peck on Pam's smooth cheek. "Come on, let's go inside. They're probably here already."

When they got inside, Diana and Mera were standing just inside the door and they all exchanged quick hugs and hellos. Harley was amazed at how the two of them looked entirely at ease, despite the fact that Diana's flawlessly casual outfit probably cost more than the owner's monthly salary and Mera's IQ was probably higher than all of theirs combined (besides Pam, of course).

She was amused that Pam, in contrast, looked flawless but decidedly not at ease.

"All right, ladies!" Harley said, clapping her hands in excitement. "Let's bowl!"

/

"You did a really good job," Harley finished her second lap around the parking lot, her movements with the steering wheel and accelerator more fluid now.

"No I didn't." Pamela said, quietly. "You can go a little faster."

Harley accepted the challenge, raising her speed to a consistent 30 MPH. "You won the match."

"That's not the point." Pam's tone was even. She was frustrated with herself- beyond frustrated. But she feared Harley would perceive Pam as being upset at her if she were any more animated. "I fell short of my own standard."

"I think you're being too hard on yourself." Harley told her as she upped her speed to 35.

Pam cleared her throat. "That is your opinion, and you are entitled to it. I was distracted. I allowed the outside world to permeate my psyche, which should have been focused on the task at hand."

"Why were you—"

"Harley, would you like to go on a date with me?" Pamela interrupted, her words spilling out suddenly.

The blonde slowed the car down, coming to a stop near the central lamp-post of the abandoned ACE Chemicals lot. "What?"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Pam repeated, firmer this time.

"Umm, y—"

"Because Diana and Mera have invited us on a double date." Pam informed her. "Diana Prince." She amended.

Harley laughed. "Thanks for the clarification."

"So would you like to go?" Pamela asked again, the hope in her voice unmistakable. "Mera is leaving on Friday, so I'm afraid it's tomorrow or not at all."

"Geez, Pam. Quit tryin ta sell me." Harley giggled as she leaned over and kissed her. "Has anyone ever said no to a date with you before?"

Technically, Pamela had never asked anyone out on a date before, but if this was Harley saying yes… "No, they haven't."

"Then I'm gonna have ta side with the majority." Harley grinned. "Yes, Pamela Lillian Isley, I'll totally go on a date with you."

/

"Hey, Lou!" Harley said to the bearded man behind the desk.

"Harley!" he said, leaning all the way over the counter to give her a hug. "How ya been, kid?"

"Can't complain," said Harley with a grin. "How's Bud?" She'd known Lou and his brother Bud pretty much since she was born – some of her favorite memories after her dad left and her mom was working all the time were bringing the boys to hang out at the bowling alley after school. Bud and Lou always let them play for free if there was a spare lane, and they'd become like uncles to Harley and the boys.

"Doing better since he cleaned up his diet," said Lou. "So who are these lovely ladies?"

"Oh yeah!" said Harley. "Where are my manners?"

"I've always wondered that," said Diana with a wink. "I'm Diana," she said to Lou, shaking his hand (Harley saw his impressed look at her firm handshake).

"Mera. I'm from out of town," Mera said with a little wave.

Harley's eyes flicked over to Pam for a second, and she decided a little risk was worth it. "And this," she said, taking Pam's hand, "is Pam."

Lou's eyes dropped down to their joined hands for a second – and then he smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Ah," he said, "So this is Pam. Thought so." When the girls looked confused, he added, "Harley's mom told me about you. You're just as pretty as she said."

Pam flushed, and Harley sensed that this might be moving a tiny bit fast for her, so she changed the subject. "Hey Lou, can we get four pairs of shoes and a lane?"

"Sure, kid," he said. "Take number 5 – that's your favorite, right?" Harley nodded. "You need the bumpers?" Lou added, his eyes twinkling.

"Dude! I was six years old!" Harley pouted, and Diana and Mera laughed.

"Actually, we only need three pairs of shoes," Pam broke in.

As Lou asked Diana and Mera their shoe sizes (he knew Harley's already and slipped her his best pair of size 6s), Harley squeezed Pam's hand and whispered, "Pamela Isley, do you really own bowling shoes?" Pam nodded. "Do you bowl that often?" Harley said, still trying to process this.

"No. This is my first time," Pam said, looking at her oddly.

"Pam," Harley said, trying so hard not to giggle, "did you buy bowling shoes for this date?"

The redhead's sigh as she headed to lane 5, pulling Harley after her, was her only response.

Mera and Diana were faster getting their shoes on, probably because Harley kept giggling at Pam and Pam kept shooting her looks that were half grin, half death stare. "You want us to grab balls for you?" Mera said. She quickly added, "Diana Prince, grow the fuck up" – the shoulders of the raven-haired girl next to her were shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Sure!" Harley said. "Can you get me a pink 12?" She turned to Pam to ask her, and had to actually bite her finger when she saw Pam taking a 13-pound emerald green bowling ball out of her bag.

"What?" Pam said, wide-eyed. "This brand was highly rated for its balance of flare potential and RG radius."

"Just the pink 12, ladies," Harley said, and Mera elbowed a snickering Diana as they walked off. Harley turned back to Pam, leaned in close, and whispered, "You are the biggest nerd. And I've never wanted to kiss you more." Then she straightened up and tied her shoes before Pam could even respond.

It was the most perfect first date Harley had ever been on. (Well, 'first' if you didn't count driving lessons and biology tutoring and stolen kisses at school.)

Lou kept bringing them things – pitchers of soda, pizza – and it made Harley's heart soar every time he brought something over and Pam smiled at her.

Plus, the more time she spent with Diana and Mera, the more she liked both of them. Harley's favorite moment was when Diana got her third strike in a row. Mera muttered something about 'perfect fucking Amazons' as Diana walked back to her seat without even looking back at the lane, and Diana calmly leaned over and shut her up with a kiss that went on until Mera's face was as red as her hair.

Harley caught Pam's eye and thought she could read the same complicated mix of emotions there that she was feeling: longing, a little envy, hope . . .

But then again, Pam was probably just focused on her bowling game.

Which was absolutely dismal.

It struck Harley that the best things about Pam were also the things that made her struggle sometimes. The intellectual curiosity that let her have passionate conversations with Mera about things like biodiversity (Diana rolled her eyes, but Harley could tell she found it as hot as Harley did) didn't translate as well to things like . . . bowling.

Every time Pam went up to bowl, Harley heard her whispering things to herself like "Keep your wrist strong, Pam. The ball should appear like a natural extension of your arm." And then she'd follow her own advice to the letter, stiff-arming the ball awkwardly or looking obsessively at the arrows and forgetting that there were actual pins to hit.

It was spectacular.

In the end, Harley won. Diana was a close second, Mera was a distant third, and Pam . . . Pam was silently fuming when they changed their shoes and headed out (Lou gave Harley another big hug on the way out and told the other girls how great it was to meet them).

She was Pamela Lillian Isley, though, and Harley marveled at her composure as she smiled at Mera and Diana and told them what a lovely time she'd had. Diana flashed Harley a secret thumbs up as the two couples went to their separate cars, and Harley winked back at her.

They got in the car, some kind of tension stretched between them. Harley stayed quiet, and Pam did too, so she thought Pam was probably feeling it too.

When they'd gone a couple of blocks, Harley told Pam to take a right. Pam looked at her, questioning, but she made the turn. After Harley directed her through a couple more turns, Pam said quietly, "This isn't the way to your house, Harley."

"No, Pamela, it is not," Harley said, and that was the last they spoke until Pamela brought the car to a stop in the lot adjacent to a small, abandoned park.

Pam turned off the car. She turned slightly toward Harley and only had time to say, "So, why are we–" before Harley was kissing her hungrily, frantically, more urgently than they'd ever kissed before. She lightly licked into Pam's mouth and explored it tentatively with her tongue, making the redhead moan low in her throat. Harley ran her fingers over Pam's face, skimmed them down her athletic shoulders and then slipped her hands around her waist, easily sneaking them under the hem of her shirt so she could feel warm, soft skin against her throbbing fingertips.

Then Harley pulled back, her breathing ragged. "Sorry," she whispered, then cleared her throat. "It's just that – you were so intense tonight – and, I liked it – I mean not in a weird way, but –"

"Mmm, you liked that?" Pam murmured, and Harley gulped at the low timbre of her voice, the way her words seemed to shiver right into Harley's bones. She nodded, probably a little frantically – but who could blame me when Pamela Isley is talking to me like that? she thought.

"Well," said Pam, crossing the center console to settle herself fluidly in Harley's lap (eliciting a groan from the blonde), "maybe I'm still feeling a little . . . intense."

Yep, thought Harley as Pam leaned down to claim her, most perfect first date ever.