Harley had no sooner clicked open the lock to their apartment when Ivy pounced on her, slamming her back against some wall and kissing her breathless.

A little huff. "Do you-" A little flick of her tongue against Harley's painted lips. "-have any idea-" Pearly teeth trapped her lower lip. "-how long I've been waiting for this?"

Harley merely shook her head and dove back in for another sloppy kiss, fisting her hands into Ivy's flowing hair and bringing her even closer. She pulled back with a satisfying pop. "No…how long?"

The dark, hooded look in Ivy's eyes nearly buried her in the ground. "Too long." And then their lips became one once more.

She kicked off her pumps, tossing them somewhere into the room behind them before resuming their heated make-out session. Ivy's hand snaked behind her to grip her ass, her slender fingers clenching the soft flesh in her grasp, but the surprised yelp Harley emitted was quickly swallowed by her girlfriend's hungry mouth.

It was bloody fantastic.

They were already great at sex - well, according to Harley's very high standards anyway - but the way Ivy was already practically devouring her said a great deal about how the rest of the night would go.

This is gonna be one for the history books.

She let out a low mewl as Ivy moved from her swollen lips to her neck, latching on with a fiery passion that sent a surge of arousal through her being. Her own hands trailed down Ivy's smooth back, nails digging into the fabric and dragging down.

She could feel Ivy's throaty growl vibrating against her rapidly beating pulse. The synergy between the two only made her heart speed up.

"Ive…"

But Ivy wasn't in the mood for words. She was biting at her collarbone now, nipping and sucking and doing that fantastic thing only she could do where she swirled the skin with her tongue and sent shivers down her spine.

Meanwhile, her free hand – the one not gripping her ass – had begun travelling up her thigh, slowly pushing up her dress and caressing the tender skin in slow gentle swirls that were a far cry from the wild things she was doing with her mouth.

Slow and fast, hard and soft, curvy and angular. Her Ivy had always been about opposites, simultaneously existing in both and neither at the same time.

It was perhaps one of the many things she loved about her.

She let out a surprised gasp as Ivy suddenly hoisted her up into the air with both hands. When both of them had come to cup her ass, she didn't know, but now here she was, pinned against the wall and a ravenous Ivy. Oh, and also suspended two feet in the air by her amazingly strong metahuman girlfriend.

God, if this was what one night of jealousy did to Ivy, then perhaps she'd stumbled onto something.

All future plans for seduction went tumbling out of her head almost the next second though. Because Ivy, in her quest to quench her thirst, had ripped her dress off of one shoulder and latched onto her nipple.

"Ffffuck, Ive!"

Ivy was going to drive a girl mad, what with the way she sucked and swallowed and – oh god, was it happening already?

"Uh, P-Pammyyyyy?" She latched onto her red hair as if it were a lifeline, as another gasp tumbled out of her open lips.

"Hmmm, what is it, baby?"

She let out a startled yelp as Ivy hefted her up once more. She hadn't even realized she was slipping. Hadn't realized a lot of things actually, not when Pam was doing that to her.

"I-I…uhhh…I think-oh!" Her brain short-circuited as Ivy took her breast in between her sharp teeth. There were no words, no more chances to warn her. All she could do was let out a low moan and arch off the wall as much as Pammy would let her, head sliding down the surface as she came with a trembling shudder.

When she could feel herself return to reality, she stole a sheepish look at her lover. "Sorry…I tried to warn you."

Pam's face said nothing, betrayed nothing. Instead, she let her down to the floor.

Her heart fell a little at the silence. "Pam?"

Ivy placed one hand on the wall beside her, the other stayed on her ass, the only thing keeping them close- and Harley sane. "You didn't wait for me."

It wasn't a question, but Harley found herself dying to answer it anyway. "N-No, I couldn't wait anymore…it's just you-and with that mouth, I couldn't…" She trailed off at the piercing look Ivy gave her and gulped.

"You will wait for me next time." Ivy instructed her, her deep green eyes searing into her soul. "You will come only when I tell you and not before. And if you feel yourself getting close, you will tell me before it's too late." She lifted Harley's chin with an index finger, her face softer than it had been moments before. "Do we have an understanding, daffodil?"

God, if Ivy kept this up, she'd probably come again right here, right now. "Y-eah…" Harley managed to breathe out.

Unfortunately, the small smirk that emerged on Ivy's face didn't help matters at all, and neither did her response. "Good girl." She leaned in to give her a slow, languid kiss. One that acted like a drug injected into her system, sedating her, soothing her, evening out her erratic heartbeat that threated to jump out of her chest because god, this was way too hot. No one had any business being this sexy…

No one except Pammy.

Ivy hefted her once again, their lips still connected. But this time, Harley was ready. She wrapped her legs around her waist and held on fast as Ivy turned them around and stumbled forward towards the living room.

Harley felt herself brush against what felt like the back of the couch. Ivy lifted her up on it, kissing her deeply all the while.

"D-do you know what it felt like?" Ivy breathed out in between more kisses, "Watching you dance around in someone else's arms?"

"You-" The words felt like music to Harley's ears. "Were you jealous?"

Ivy nodded, her lips once again traveling down her body as her hands drifted down clothed thighs. "So." A kiss between her breasts. "Very." Another on her stomach. "Jealous." And one on her navel.

Her heart soared, "Really?"

"Hm hmm." Ivy's lips tingled through the sheer fabric and against her skin. "You don't belong to any of them." Her hands slipped under the dress, sending a shiver down Harley's spine.

"O-oh yeah, then who do I belong to?" The blonde teased, jerking her hips up as Ivy reached her upper thigh. Her dress now pooled around her waist, giving her plenty to watch.

"Hmmm…that's a good question." She fingered the hem of Harley's red laced panties contemplatively, eliciting a whimper from the blonde jester. "Who do you belong to?"

It was becoming harder to wait. She began to squirm in her seat. "Ive…please."

"Patience, my dear daffodil. I'm trying to answer your question." Ivy merely replied with a smirk, her fingers moving lower to press against her folds through the garment. Harley muffled a gasp within herself and jerked a little towards the wandering hand.

"Ive…please, I-I need you."

Fingers gently tugged at the garment in response. Harley eagerly helped her along, kicking the panties off her foot and somewhere into the room.

"To answer your question, Harls…" Ivy knelt, her fingers scrapping across pale flesh, gripping onto her soft thighs, nudging her legs apart just a little bit more. "This…" She squeezed the thighs in accordance, "And this…" She brushed her knuckles ever so gently just above her delicate folds, smiling at Harley's little gasp of surprise.

"All of this…" A sultry smile slid onto Ivy's luscious green lips. "It's all mine."

And then, Ivy licked her.

"Holy-!" Harley felt her world spin. Hands fumbled for a solid grip on the couch, clasping onto the fabric as if it were a raft in the middle of the ocean. Her hips jerked up and towards the plant goddess as she licked and sucked and damn near drowned her in her own arousal.

"F-fuck Red…." She panted in between raspy breaths, "Th-that feels s-so good…"

The words, "I know what makes you tick, sweet pea," were spoken directly into her core, making her pulse with every vibration.

She did. Oh god, she totally did. And that was what made this all so perfect. But Ivy seemed intent on proving herself anyway– not that she minded of course.

Ivy swirled her tongue around her delicate folds, sucking loudily, messily. "Can anyone else do this for you?"

Harley gasped incoherently, fingernails piercing into the couch, but she managed to shake her head.

"Do you think anyone else can make you come like I do?" Her tongue began dipping between her folds, lapping up the wetness, drinking it all in.

"N-noooo…" Harley clenched her thighs closer, trapping Ivy between her. "No…you're…oh, god!" Another low moan, "Pa-mmy…I'm-I'm so close."

She felt Ivy's smile against the inside of her soft thigh. "Then come for me, baby." She suckled and nipped near the throbbing mound, teasing, mocking her…

Pale white fingers buried into Ivy's scalp, tugging on the hair, hard. "Ive…I-I need…" She couldn't finish the sentence, but it seemed she didn't need to.

Because Ivy gave her one more lick, bottom to top.

And that was it.

Harley could feel every part of herself being undone – heck, maybe even her DNA had unwound and rewound itself together, because it sure felt like it had.

All Harley could remember was grabbing onto the couch for dear life and gasping and moaning and shuddering as she had never done before. She figured it was like dying and then being reborn – not that she had experience or anything – but if she had, it must almost definitely feel like that.

Because that's how she felt.

Freaking reborn.

Minutes later, when her legs felt stable enough to support her, she dropped to the floor with awe written all over her.

"Pammy, I-I…that was…." But the look that greeted her on Pammy's face was anything but satisfied. In fact, if anything, she looked…hungrier.

"Who said I was done with you?"

Harley couldn't help but beam. I mean, who needed a second wind when your significant other was staring at you hard enough to make you cream yourself on the spot, right?

The decision was made for her. Harley let her super-hot, super sexy girlfriend carry her into the bedroom for round three, praising her genius-ness all the while.

Yup, officially the best sex we've ever had.