"I ca' belie-F he dump'd her for this b-sh," Harley mouthed through a face full of popcorn.
Ivy rolled her eyes. "If I weren't so adept at understanding you when you talk that way, I'd be inclined to disagree. Now quit hogging all the popcorn, Harls. That's all we've got left."
Harley shook her head, "But I haven't eaten my share yet!"
"And just what is your share, exactly?"
Harley returned a sheepish, doe-eyed look. "Um…the bottom half."
"Yeah, thought so." Ivy reached across Harley's lap to snatch the bucket out of her girlfriend's hands only to pause as Harley let out a giggle and curled away from her. "What's so funny?"
She was amused by the way Harley began biting her lower lip, a tic she only used when trying – and struggling - to keep a secret. "Nothin' Red."
Ivy shrugged and reached again for the bucket. Unintentionally, her fingers brushed against the fabric of Harley's leggings for just a second, but the gesture was enough to elicit a strangled snort from the blonde.
Pam looked up at her. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothin' Pam-a-lamb…" The lip turned bright pink as Harley worried it between her teeth, but the shy smile on her face gave everything away.
"You're ticklish." The words were both a suggestion and a definitive statement. And as Ivy curled her lips into a knowing smirk, Harley realized she'd handed her girlfriend a dangerous weapon.
"N-no, I'm not ticklish…I'm just-" But before she could set the record straight, green fingers dug into her side, rendering her incapable of intelligent speech.
"IVE!" She managed before descending into squeals of high-pitched laughter. She fell back into the pile of pillows, struggling to evade the clever fingers that would be her undoing. But they seemed to be everywhere, teasing the skin under her ribcage, dancing in rapid rhythm along her taut stomach, running up her sides and around her spine.
The laughter bubbled unbidden out of her throat. "Heheee-hehehe, yA-you ha-have to stop, Ive…I'm gonna pe-heeee!"
And then, just as suddenly, the tickling stopped, a smug snort escaping Ivy's lips as Harley scrambled up and moved just out of arm's reach. "How did I never notice that before?"
A mildly offended Harley stuck her tongue out. "Because I'm not thaaat ticklish, ya know. I can control myself."
An eyebrow went up. "You're saying that after I just made you wet the bed?"
The jester managed an indignant pout. "I almost wet the bed, Ive, big difference…besides, ya caught me off guard. Try to tickle me now and I betcha I won't even squeal."
It wasn't until the words left her mouth that she realized what she'd said…and what it sounded like.
Oh.
"Is that so?" Both eyebrows disappeared high into the red hairline, but the tone that oozed from Pam's lips was low, husky. "Mind if I test your little theory?"
Harley bit her lip to counteract the rush of arousal that coursed through her body. And yet, the competitive side of her persisted. No matter what Pammy had planned for her, she was gonna hold firm, this time.
"Go ahead," she replied nonchalantly. "But I think you'll be sorely disappointed, Pammy, because not a single sound shall pass my lips."
A gleam twinkled in Ivy's eyes. "Disappointed, I don't think so…. but sore?" The redhead moved closer towards her on all fours, seeming very much like a lioness hunting her helpless prey. "Most definitely."
Harley suppressed the delightful shiver that threatened to dance down her spine as blue eyes locked onto hooded dark green ones. "W-what are you gonna do?"
"It won't be very fair if I tell you, now would it?" Fingers traced her forearm, summoning goosebumps with their gentle brush. "Besides…tickling is an art." A smirk slid onto her face. "It's all about the element of surprise."
A green hand brushed against her stomach, startling Harley. But she remained silent, her eyes fixated on Ivy's every move.
"Tha-that's nothing." She challenged, a shudder passing through her as Ivy traced figure-eights over her clothed abdomen, "I thought this was gonna be challenging."
"Maybe I should find a more sensitive spot then." Ivy challenged back with a smirk as the hand on her arm moved along her collarbone and began its descent downward, "Something more…." Her index finger began lazy circles above her increasingly sensitive nipple, "…delicate."
Harley bit her lip to suppress the little whine that threatened to escape at the gesture, but it didn't escape Ivy's attention. She brought her other hand to play with the free breast, tracing whimsical circles with her fingers, occasionally pinching them and tugging just enough to arouse her.
To the jester who was slowly losing her mind, the whole thing felt akin to death by a thousand cuts, but if the thousand cuts were incredibly sensual foreplay instead.
"I-Ive?" She mumbled through parched lips.
"I think we should get rid of this," Ivy whispered back, her dark eyes flitting to meet Harley's. "Make it more challenging."
"Hm hmm." Harley managed to agree. She let Ivy slip her hands under her shirt and tease her stomach as she nudged the shirt up over her body. The garment thrown to the side, Ivy dove back in to latch her lips to her neck, effectively short-circuiting whatever coherence Harley had been able to maintain thus far.
"Th-that's not – your hands…."
She could feel Ivy smile against her rapidly beating pulse. "I won't tell if you won't."
"I-I won't-!" Harley almost yelped when a tongue leapt out to lap at her skin, drawing a trail from just beneath her ear to her collarbone, flicking at her jugular, teeth teasing the area before biting down to make a mark. All the while, Ivy's hands continued teasing her sensitive nubs, flicking them, rolling them between her fingers, you know, generally being the death of her.
Pale fingers tangled in red locks, tugging hard enough to express the sensations she dared not voice aloud.
"Give up yet?" came a voice as it pressed burning kisses against her flushed skin.
Harley shook her head, "T-that all you got?"
Ivy let out a husky chuckle, one that shot straight to her core. "Not even close." And then…
She replaced one of her hands with her mouth.
Harley stifled the sudden gasp by biting her tongue…hard. Like hard-enough-to-draw blood hard. But with the way Ivy's tongue swirled around her nipple, it seemed like even that wouldn't be enough to assure her victory.
She yanked on Ivy's hair, pulling her even closer to her feverish body in an effort to maintain some control over her glib tongue. But so lost was she in the battle between every sliver of her remaining self control and the wonderful – and frankly what should be illegal – sensations that Ivy was presenting to her on a silver platter that she failed to notice a wayward hand trailing down and down and down…
Until it slipped inside of her.
An open, airy gasp escaped her, eyelids fluttering open in shock and intense arousal just as Ivy bit down on her skin. Nothing embarrassing came out – thankfully – but that had nothing to do with her self-control, and everything to do with the way Ivy had robbed her of all sound-making abilities, coherent or otherwise.
She was brought back to the linguistic world when Ivy looked up from her diligent work. "You're better at this than I thought," she mused with a hint of pride.
Harley managed a deep, chaste blush. Or rather, about as chaste as one could get being half-naked and having two fingers inside of you. "I-I told ya I could control myself."
The words were breathy and a little raspy for her liking, but Harley prided herself on returning to linguistic ground zero –
"I wonder if you're more ticklish down here…" The words, accompanied by a knowing wiggle of Ivy's fingers – still buried knuckle deep inside her, remember?- sent a sharp shudder through Harley.
Well, crap.
Ivy began kissing her way down her abdomen, pausing to lick her navel and teasing the hem of her embarrassingly soaked shorts with her teeth.
If Harley weren't so stupidly? determined to win this little game, she'd have been whimpering and moaning and spurring Ivy on with unintelligible grunts that put the Wimbledon finals to shame. But instead here she was, swallowing every bubbling gasp by practically fusing her lips together, forced to express her pleasure through shaky hand gestures and head tilts alone…
She'd never been more turned on before.
"May I?"
Harley looked down to find Ivy toying with the edge of her panties, a sincere look in her eyes. She managed a nod.
Ivy quickly rid her of her underwear, tossing it well behind her before pressing fervent, searing kisses to her thighs, teasing her, coaxing her. The fingers deep inside her began rotating and sliding in and out ever so gently, a thumb resting against her folds to enhance the friction.
It was all Harley could do to maintain sanity. Without her voice to aid her release, she could only intertwine her fingers into Pam's hair so that where the hair ended and she began became unclear.
Stupid me, why in the world did I think this was a good idea!?
Teeth teased the flesh ever so slightly.
Crap on a spatula….I-I don't think I can do this anymore, she's gonna kill me!
Thumb rubbed against her clit, slicking against the wetness as the fingers continued deeper…deeper….
Oh…..oh-oh fuck-
Tongue brushed against her sopping wet arousal, but maybe it was overkill, because Harley already had her mouth open, a long, low, hoarse gasp ripping itself from the depths of her soul as she arched off the bed and came all over Pam's fingers.
Shuddering aftershocks ran through her frame, each of them punctuated by hiccupping, unsteady half-sobs that escaped parched lips.
And then, she fell to the bed, exhausted and happily spent. Even Ivy's triumphant smirk did nothing to douse her spirits.
"Seems you are that ticklish after all."
Despite her fatigue, Harley managed an eye roll. "You try holding every sound in for that long, betcha wouldn't even last half as long as I did." And then she got an idea.
"Yeah…" She pushed herself up and straddled Ivy's lap, meeting her questioning eyes with her mischeviously gleaming blue ones. "Why don't we test that little theory next, huh?"
It was Ivy's turn to eye roll. "It's hardly a challenge, Harls. I'm not even ticklish."
"Bup bup bup, that's for me to decide, baby…" She nudged Ivy onto her back, moving on top of her with a wicked grin, trapping her between her knees, licking her lips in anticipation. "After all…"
"It's my turn now."