And now, the moment you've been waiting for?
Pam stared up at the bedroom ceiling. The spot beside her in the bed was cold, and she could hear the banging of pots and pans through the closed door. Harley had already been up for awhile.
Thirty years old…
She hadn't planned on spending her thirtieth birthday pushing a PPO against the man who had once abused her girlfriend and harassed Pam relentlessly… it was certainly an unexpected situation. But there wasn't much she could do about it now. She might as well try to enjoy her birthday as much as she could.
Pam was about to get up to face the day, when suddenly the bedroom door swung open and Harley burst into the room, jumping onto the bed and pouncing on Pam.
"Morning!" she beamed, pressing little kisses all over Pam's face.
"Good morning," Pam replied, unable to contain her smile. She opened her eyes when Harley's assault ended and gazed up into a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
"Happy birthday," Harley murmured, stroking Pam's cheek.
Pam blinked. She had never mentioned when her birthday was in the time they'd been together and she hadn't really planned on that changing today. "How did you know today was my birthday?"
"Selina told me," Harley replied with an admonishing pout. "And you should be ashamed for not telling me first."
"It's just a day," Pam said, setting her hands on Harley's hips and squeezing gently. "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."
"But it is a big deal!" Harley objected. "Thirty is a big birthday!"
Pam wrinkled her nose. "I feel old."
Harley scoffed, leaning down to kiss her again. "You're not old. Thirty isn't old. You're beautiful, and brave, and sexy, and thirty. Now kiss me back."
Pam did, although it was hard to accomplish through her grin.
"So what do you wanna do today?" Harley asked, rolling onto her side, one hand resting on Pam's taught stomach.
"I have work today, Daffodil," Pam sighed. "As do you."
Harley pursed her lips. "Come on, It's your birthday! Take the day off."
Pam chuckled and shook her head. "I'm not leaving the shop unattended. We can celebrate tonight, if you insist."
"I do insist," Harley said, her frown fading. "And I'm gonna spoil you, so be prepared."
"I don't want you to do anything extravagant," Pam insisted, turning on her side to face Harley. "There's no sense in spending too much time and energy on one day."
"You're such a party pooper, Red!" Harley said, sticking her tongue out. "Don't worry… I've got it all planned. And it totally does make sense to spend a lotta time 'n energy on one day, especially today, so shut your mouth."
Pam almost snorted out loud, amused by Harley's insistence, and resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to win this particular argument.
"I promise you'll love it," Harley said as she shuffled towards the edge of the bed. "Come on, I made you breakfast. I can bring it in here if you want. Breakfast in bed kinda thi-"
Pam stopped her, tugging on Harley's arm until she lay draped halfway on top of her.
"I'm sure what you've made is absolutely fantastic," Pam said, nuzzling her nose against Harley's. "But I don't feel like leaving this bed quite yet. And seeing as it is my birthday…."
"Oh, so now you're in the spirit?" Harley teased, nipping playfully at Pam's bottom lip.
"Mhmm," Pam murmured. "If you insist that I'm entitled to special treatment, I plan on taking full advantage."
Harley giggled as Pam rolled the blonde beneath her, pressing her into the mattress and sweeping her into a deep kiss.
/
Pam practically floated through the shop, tending to the plants with a constant smile playing on her lips. Her morning with Harley had left her giddy and light, and the promise of more to come tonight kept her heart fluttering in her chest. She'd never been more excited for her own birthday.
The door chimed and Pam looked up, expecting Mrs. Pembroke. She was surprised to see Selina walk through the doors instead, carrying a small package with her.
"Selina," Pam set down her watering can and moved to greet her. "What are you doing here?"
Selina held out the package. "I wanted to come by and wish you a happy birthday. So… Happy Birthday."
"You didn't have to get me anything," Pam said, turning the package over in her hands, and admiring the neat wrapping.
"Of course I did," Selina scoffed. "What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't? I was going to take you out tonight, but Harley told me she already has plans for the two of you." Pam's smile widened and Selina raised a brow, fighting to contain her own grin. "Falling hard are we, Pammy?"
A blush colored Pam's cheeks and she gestured to the package in lieu of a response. "May I open it?"
"You may."
Pam carefully tore the paper away, revealing a small white box. Inside lay a sterling silver necklace, on which hung a small emerald pendant.
"This is beautiful," she breathed, holding the necklace up to the light. "Thank you, Selina."
The brunette shrugged nonchalantly, but accepted Pam's hug nonetheless. "Figured you could use a little more bling in your wardrobe. And maybe it'll come in handy for whatever Harley has planned for you."
"Do you… know what it is she has planned?" Pam asked.
"Maybe," Selina winked. "But why would I ruin the surprise? That's half the fun."
A flicker of anxiety passed through Pam. If Harley planned on giving her a birthday celebration that was anything close to what her own had been, Pam wasn't sure she'd be able to stand it. Thinking of Boomer, and Jay's gift, still made her shiver.
Seeming to catch the look in her eye, Selina said, "Don't freak, Pam. Harley knows you, she's not going to throw you some rager. She'll do something you'll enjoy. Don't let the word 'surprise' scare you."
Pam pursed her lips. "I'm not scared."
Selina raised a brow and crossed her arms over her chest, fighting a smirk. "Mmmm. Okay. Whatever you say." She patted Pam's shoulder and turned towards the door. "Enjoy your night! Just remember that I'm going to want to hear every last little dirty detail next time I see you."
The door 'dinged' and Selina was gone before Pam had a chance to admonish her. She returned to the plants, but not before looping the necklace around her neck, touching the emerald reverently. A small smile quirked her lips. She'd never felt luckier than she did now to have people like Harley and Selina in her life. People who made her feel special, who made her feel loved… Safe.
/
The apartment was oddly quiet when Pam opened the door. She'd been expecting a greeting from Harley, who had left work earlier in order, Pam assumed, to prepare for the celebration.
She stepped inside the dim apartment, and caught a faint yellow glow coming from the bedroom. Setting down her bag, Pam made her way towards the light curiously. She pushed open the door, and was met with a presentation of red rose petals spread across the bed. Dozens of tea lights lit the room. And standing in the middle of it all, was Harley, wearing a bright red dress and a brilliant smile.
"Hey," she said softly, her demeanor shifting into something a little more hesitant.
"What is all this?" Pam asked dumbly, moving into the room.
"It's for your birthday," Harley replied. "I figured I'd set up something for you to come home to. But! We aren't staying. So throw on something nice 'cuz I'm taking you out."
Pam chuckled and took Harley's hands between her own, kissing her knuckles. "Where are we going?"
"I figured we could do some dinner and dancing at the Lounge," Harley replied, gazing at Pam with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Pam frowned. "The Lounge? Harley, I don't want you to spend money on something as frivolous as-"
"It's not frivolous," Harley objected. "It's your birthday and it's important, and I've been savin' so don't worry about it, okay? I wanna do it."
After a moment of contemplative silence, Pam relented. "Alright."
"So go get dressed," Harley insisted, turning her around and patting her rear playfully. Pam shot an astonished look over her shoulder that made Harley giggle.
"Go," she commanded, and Pam obliged, her mind flitting to Selina's gift.
Either she'd been a part of Harley's plan, or it was the most coincidental gift ever given. Pam had to assume the former. Moving into the closet, Pam grabbed her forest green dress, the one she'd worn for Harley's birthday and moved into the bathroom to change.
She fluffed her hair, put on her most expensive perfume (which wasn't that expensive, all things considered, but it would do the job) and adjusted the emerald necklace. Harley was waiting anxiously in the living room when Pam was finished.
When Harley looked up, her mouth fell open.
"Wow," she breathed. "I dunno how you do it, but every time I see you all dressed up, you look even more beautiful."
Pam beamed and crossed the room, holding out her arm for Harley, who took it and led her towards the door.
Quite the couple, Pam thought to herself, her eyes roaming over Harley's body, the tattoos visible on her chest and arms. And Pam with her perfectly prim dress and subtle makeup. The differences between them were obvious, but Pam had never known another person who complimented her so well.
Lucky… So lucky.
Harley opened the door and gestured her out into the early evening. "After you."
Pam scoffed, but played along with the game, sashaying outside with a bit of extra sway in her hips. She shot a look over her shoulder, not surprised to see that Harley's eyes had strayed to her ass. She snapped her eyes back up and grinned sheepishly, taking Pam's arm again.
"I'm not even sorry," she giggled.
By the time they made it to the Lounge, it was already busy, and the dance floor even busier. Full of bodies swaying together to the waves of light music floating through the air. Harley dragged Pam out onto the dance floor the moment they'd finished dinner. Just like the first time they'd come here with Bruce and Selina, Harley struggled to maintain even a modicum of grace. But she tried, and she let Pam lead, giggling every time she stumbled.
Pam held her close, one arm wrapped around her waist. The music made the room feel ethereal, like she was lost in some perfect dream, and gazing into Harley's bright blue eyes only added to the sensation. After the fifth dance, Harley stepped away once the music ended and gave a little curtesy that made Pam chuckle.
They left the Lounge soon after and made their way towards Robinson Park. The cool air was a refreshing contrast to the stuffy heat of the busy Lounge. Harley slipped her arm through Pam's, resting her head on her shoulder and gazing up at the stars as they walked.
"Did you enjoy your birthday?" she asked, her voice quiet, like she was afraid of interrupting the night.
"I loved it," Pam replied, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Thank you."
Harley snuggled against her shoulder as they fell into another comfortable silence, allowing Pam the time to contemplate how true that statement really was. She'd never enjoyed a birthday more than she had this one. Harley made her feel so light, despite the looming issue of Jay and the protection order. And despite her continued therapy sessions. She was content with Harley beside her. No, more than content. Happy. For the first time in her life, she was truly, deeply happy.
They passed through the center of the park before Pam spoke again.
"I think I'm going to take Bruce's offer," she began.
Harley lifted her head of Pam's shoulder. "Really?"
"It sounds like a wonderful opportunity to put my degree to good use. And the thought of a more challenging career is… exciting, to say the least."
"What about the shop?" Harley sounded despondent.
"I don't know. I suppose I'll have to sell it."
"Oh."
"Is everything alright?" Pam asked, a little hurt by Harley's lack of excitement. "I thought you'd be happy about this."
"I am!" Harley assured her. "Of course I am. It's just… the shop… we wouldn't've met without it. And it'll be weird goin' to work and knowin' you're not next door. That's all. But I'll get used to it, I promise! This is good, I'm happy for you. I am."
"Things will be different," Pam said, watching as Harley drifted away from her slightly, until they were connected only by their laced fingers. "But different doesn't necessarily mean 'bad'."
Harley nodded, giggling when Pam took advantage of their position to turn her in a little spin.
"I know. It's just…" she huffed and glanced back up at the stars.
Pam came to a stop underneath the light of a street lamp and pulled Harley around to look at her. "The shop will always be special, but I don't believe that we wouldn't have met otherwise."
Harley cocked her head. "You don't?"
"No, I don't," Pam said. "I wholeheartedly believe that you and I were meant to find each other. We would have found a way, even without the shop."
"Kinda like fate? Or destiny?" Harley asked, a grin growing on her face.
"Something like that." Pam paused to take in the girl before her, her hair and eyes lit by the glow of the moon. Selina had been right back at the shop. She'd fallen hard, and she'd never felt it more clearly than she did in this moment. Even though the future before them was hazy, Pam felt confident. Secure in the knowledge that she had a constant by her side. Someone to support her no matter what came next.
"You gonna kiss me or what?" Harley interrupted her thoughts, taking Pam's hands and placing them on her hips.
Pam chuckled, leaning in and touching her lips to Harley's, light and sweet. Harley melted against her, hands rising to cup Pam's cheeks as they were swept away beneath the moonlight.
/
They stripped out of their dresses the second they got home, throwing on baggy pajamas and plopping down in front of the TV. Pam, for her part, enjoyed this part of the evening even more than the Lounge. Harley threw a blanket over both of them, curled against Pam's side and rested her head on her shoulder. They bickered for a while about what to watch, Pam insisting Harley deserved first pick since she'd done such a wonderful job with the birthday celebration. Eventually, Harley relented, and the next thing Pam knew, the room was filled with the sounds of some ridiculous cartoon. Harley giggled and snorted every now and then as she watched the screen, but Pam kept her eyes on Harley, focusing on the heat of her body and the joy on her face.
She'd never looked more beautiful. Grinning and laughing, her soft blonde hair falling around her shoulders. Pam couldn't stop herself from pressing a kiss to the top of her head, and Harley looked up at her, bright blue eyes roaming her face. After a moment, she lifted herself off Pam's shoulder and kissed her, lips soft and warm.
As Pam kissed her back, she raised her hand from where it rested against Harley's hip, slipping it underneath the fabric of her shirt and stroking her fingers along smooth skin. Harley's own hand found its way to Pam's thigh, inching inwards until Pam could feel her fingertips against the inseam of her pants. Harley paused there, her hand still, unmoving. And Pam found herself itching for a more intimate touch. With a jolt, she realized the faint restraint she always felt in these moments was gone. She was buzzing from the effects of the night and wrapped up in Harley. Wanting her… more than anything.
She wasn't afraid anymore.
Maybe it was the afterglow of a wonderful night, maybe it had something to do with Selina's light hearted jab, or maybe it was weeks and weeks of therapy finally paying off… She could sit here and analyze what had changed all night, but she wasn't about to waste another second.
"Harley," she murmured, pulling away.
"Mmm?" Harley's eyes were closed, lips still searching for Pam's.
Pam stopped her, placing gentle fingers underneath her chin. Harley opened her eyes slowly, they were clouded with confusion.
"I think… I'm ready," she said, voice quiet.
Harley blinked, the confusion deepening. "Ready for what?"
Pam gave her a meaningful look, her hand falling away from Harley's chin and stroking down her neck, her chest, coming to rest on her thigh.
"Oh! Oh…. O-oh." Harley swallowed thickly, her eyes going impossibly wide. "I… We could… If you wanted to try. Um…" She glanced at the couch they sat on and picked up one of the end pillows, fluffing it, and setting it against the armrest. "We could do it-try it-here. Or, the bedroom. Maybe the bedroom. That'd probably be more comfortable. And that's where it usually… happens."
Harley glanced up at Pam, a quiver passing through her as she caught the look of heady desire in those green eyes. They were dark, hooded, and effectively turning Harley into a puddle of goo. Part of her couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe she'd had too much to drink at the Lounge and passed out and this was some sort of fantasy. Maybe she'd fallen asleep in front of the TV and it was just a wonderful dream. But then Pam was reaching for her, warm palms sliding against Harley's, and all attempts to justify what was happening just sort of… stopped. Nothing was important anymore except for the way Pam was looking at her.
Taking Harley's hands, Pam stood and helped her off the couch, leading her to the bedroom, almost surprised by her own calm. Harley followed her silently, her eyes never leaving Pam's face. The cartoon was still playing on the television, but neither of them paid it enough attention to turn it off.
Harley's lips were on hers as soon as Pam shut the door behind them. The kiss was bruising, heated. Harley's fingers gripped Pam's hips, then twisted in her shirt and tugged. Her movements were jerky and hurried, like she was afraid the moment would end if she didn't tackle it head on. Pam took her hands and laced their fingers together. She tempered the kiss, parting her lips and allowing her tongue to glide against Harley's. That drew a low moan from the blonde and she began to follow Pam's lead, her actions becoming just a slow and measured.
Pam wanted Harley to savor this moment with her. Harley was chaos, she was energy, she was movement. But this was too important to take quickly. She walked Harley backwards, until her legs hit the edge of the mattress and she plopped down onto the bed, forced to remove her lips from Pam's now that there was a significant difference in height. Pam smiled down at her, cupping her face and brushing her thumbs across her cheeks. Harley reached for the hem of her shirt and this time Pam helped her remove it, revealing the lacy bra she wore underneath. Harley's eyes dropped to her chest and she leaned forward, pressing soft kisses over the swell of Pam's breasts. As she did, she gently tugged the cup of her bra down a little to reveal Pam's nipple. Gently, she ran her thumb over the soft peak, marveling as it hardened under her touch. Pam's breath hitched ever so slightly, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Is this alright?" Harley's warm breath puffed against Pam's skin, sending shivers down her spine. Pam slid a hand around the back of Harley's neck in response, tangling her fingers in her loose blonde curls and sighing.
Yes, this is alright. This is more than alright. This is perfect.
"Red?" Harley had moved away and was looking up at her, a hint of trepidation in her eyes.
"Yes," she confirmed slipping her fingers underneath the hem of Harley's shirt. Harley lifted her arms and Pam tossed the shirt across the room. She pulled Harley into another kiss and, while Harley was busy trying to unscramble the short circuit in her brain, Pam snuck her hands behind the blonde's back and unclasped her bra, dropping it to the ground. She cupped the blonde's breasts in rough palms, slipping her tongue into Harley's mouth when she gasped.
Letting her hands fall away from Harley's chest after a gentle squeeze, Pam trailed them down Harley's arms, lacing their fingers together and then guiding Harley's hands to the clasp of her own bra. Harley fumbled for a moment, her fingers shaking. She pressed her face into Pam's neck, attempting to kiss her and work the clasp at the same time.
"Dammit," Harley hissed, drawing a chuckle from Pam, who leaned forward in her embrace in an attempt to assist her.
"Ah ha!" Harley grinned, momentarily shattering the heat of the moment as she held the bra up victoriously. Then her eyes fell to Pam's now bare breasts and her smile faded, replaced with a look halfway between disbelief and ecstasy.
Pam's smile seemed to reassure her and as they tangled in another embrace, Harley pushed her hands between them, running her fingertips along the underside of Pam's breasts. She moaned softly into Harley's mouth, pushing her back against the mattress, bracing her knees on either side of Harley's hips and following her down. She skimmed her lips against Harley's neck, letting them drift—just barely touching-down her jaw, towards the hollow of her throat and then back up again. Pam lowered herself onto her elbows, her body sliding fluidly against Harley's. A shuddering breath escaped her lips as Harley's hardened nipples brushed against her own. Pam shifted, just to feel it again, when suddenly, Harley went limp beneath her. Confused, Pam pulled away, surprised by the look of apprehension on Harley's face.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
Harley nodded quickly. "Yeah, yes. I am… Just, I was letting you do… what you want… with me."
Pam cocked her head. "Do what I want with you? No, Harley…. Generally, this requires two people. I'd like you to participate." She tried to add a little levity to her voice, but it seemed to go unnoticed.
"Oh, okay," Harley mumbled, remaining still.
Pam found herself wondering if she was falling back on what she'd experienced with Jay. Submitting to someone who didn't care if she was really pleasured. Or cherished.
"Touch me, Harley," she whispered and finally Harley raised her hands to Pam's hips and then around to the small of her back. She leaned up to meet Pam's languid kiss, fingernails digging into her skin when Pam's tongue brushed lightly against her lips. The second Harley parted them, Pam pulled away, smiled, and then kissed her again, teasingly, over and over and until Harley whimpered with want.
Deciding she was done with the game, Harley denied Pam's next kiss and instead attached her lips to Pam's neck, sucking until a dark mark bloomed underneath her skin. Growing bolder with Pam's moan, Harley kissed down her neck, over her collar, to the top of her chest. Pinned underneath Pam, Harley was unable to move her attention to her breasts. So she moved back up instead, licking a hot path from the hollow to Pam's throat to just below her ear and then flopped back against the pillow, her eyes opening to meet Pam's.
Pam gazed down at the girl lying beneath her. Her blue eyes were wide, sparkling, cheeks flushed. She rose up onto her hands and knees, creating some space between then, and took in Harley's body. It was almost strange seeing her bare torso. Pam's eyes roamed over the many tattoos that stained her skin, the taught plane of her stomach, her pert breasts.
Harley opened her mouth to say something, or maybe crack some sort of joke to alleviate the tension, but Pam didn't give her a chance. She took one of Harley's nipples into her mouth, her tongue rolling circles around the sensitive bud. And whatever Harley had meant to say, turned into a breathy moan.
Pam took her time, slowly teasing one breast with gentle flicks of her tongue, while her hand massaged the other. And then she switched, glancing up at Harley, heat flooding straight to her core when she saw the look of pure bliss on Harley's face. Her eyes were closed, lips parted. One of her hands found Pam's and she gripped it tightly, moving with it as Pam continued caressing her.
Harley couldn't feel anything except for Pam's body pressed against her own. Anywhere they weren't touching didn't exist. But Pam's mouth existed. And her warm wet tongue was doing wonderful things to Harley. It rasped against the peak of her nipple and then swirled around it as her gentle fingers tweaked the other. Harley felt an insurmountable pressure building between her thighs. She knew the feeling, and yet, at the same time, it was almost unfamiliar. Because she'd never felt it this intensely. Suddenly, Pam hummed and sucked, and the pressure between Harley's thighs reached its breaking point. She shuddered and clamped her legs together and let out a strangled sob. Pam drew back, confusion obvious in her expression.
"Did you just-" She trailed off and Harley flushed with embarrassment.
"Sorry."
Pam's light smile immediately turned into a scowl and she shook her head, waves of red hair falling over her shoulders. She captured Harley in another heated kiss and stroked her belly softly.
"You don't get to apologize," Pam murmured against her lips, echoing the same words Harley had used over and over again during their SIT sessions. Harley made the connection and a shy smile lit up her face.
"That's what I want to see…" Pam ran her thumb along the curve of Harley's lips, studying her face. She wanted Harley to feel loved. More so than she had with Jay, or any other partner. So, in an attempt to soothe her, Pam pressed her lips to Harley's neck and breathed against her skin, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
"I'm not so beautiful," Harley disagreed in a quiet voice and once again, Pam drew back to stare at her, stunned that she couldn't see herself in the same light Pam did.
"I-I'm kinda small." She gestured to her chest. "And I got all these tattoos." She pointed to the tattoos on her legs, the ones dedicated to Jay. A permanent reminder. But Pam didn't care. They were a part of Harley, no matter the implication, and she loved all of Harley. She just needed to show her.
Starting at her neck again, Pam moved downward, pressing her lips tenderly to the tattoos that littered Harley's skin. Pam kissed over her breasts again, then across the lithe planes of her stomach that quivered underneath Pam's lips. She paused to dip her tongue into Harley's belly button, grinning when it earned a small giggle and another shiver.
Pam didn't stop at her belly button though. She kissed lower, her teeth scraping Harley's the 'Lucky you' lettering between Harley's hips.
"What're you-?"
"These tattoos don't make you any less beautiful," she said, slipping her fingers under the hem of Harley's sweatpants and tugging. Harley lifted her hips, wiggling as Pam pulled them down her legs and discarded them, leaving Harley in only her black boy shorts. Pam paused to take in the image in front of her. Harley, golden hair splayed out on the pillow, pale skin reflecting the soft yellow glow of the tea lights, body bare save for the black underwear that accentuated the perfect curve of her hips. All of it fueled Pam's desire. Leaning down, Pam began kissing each sketchy tattoo that decorated her thighs. She took her time, teasing the soft skin with gentle bites.
"These are part of your charm, part of your talent. Part of you," she said, continuing to trail kisses up her legs until she reached the edge of Harley's shorts. Locking eyes with her, Pam bumped her nose against Harley's mound and then kissed her sex through the fabric of her shorts. Harley groaned and tossed her head back against the pillow, murmuring something that sounded like, "Yes, Pam."
Pam continued to tease; licking, kissing, tugging on the shorts with her teeth, and finding that they were already soaked through. Harley had clearly already peaked once, but Pam wasn't finished with her yet. She pulled on the hem of Harley's shorts, and Harley lifted her hips once again, allowing Pam to slide them down her legs, leaving her completely naked. Taking a moment to compose herself, Pam dropped onto her elbows, breathing lightly against Harley's clit, enjoying the shiver that passed through her.
Harley was watching Pam with eyes as round as saucers, her breath coming in short gasps, and Pam hadn't even touched her yet.
"Daffodil?" she asked, realizing that her eagerness might not be matched. After everything they'd been through to get to this moment, she needed Harley to want it too. "Do you want me to stop?"
Harley shook her head quickly, everything in her expression begging Pam to continue. "No… Don't stop."
Pam nodded, a flash of nervousness filling her chest. But it disappeared just as quickly and Pam reached for Harley's hand, lacing their fingers together. Slowly, she bowed her head and licked up her length, from where she was wet and glistening to her sensitive clit. Pam couldn't help closing her eyes for a moment, taking in Harley's scent, almost losing herself in it. How she'd managed to deprive herself of this feeling for so long, she didn't know.
Harley's fingers tightened around hers and she moaned low in her throat, her hips rising to meet Pam's long strokes. She licked her again, bottom to top, relishing the feel, the taste. The lack of fear, the desire.
"Oh Pam…" Harley groaned her name and a jolt of longing shot through her. The sound boosted her confidence, it filled her with hunger.
She licked Harley one more time with a flat tongue before teasing her clit with quick flicks. Then rolling it in gentle circles. Harley bucked again, her hips moving more vigorously now.
She moaned Pam's name again and Pam slipped one hand underneath Harley's ass, squeezing and angling her hips off the bed, going deeper, her tongue punishingly intense. Harley reached for her, hands fisting in Pam's hair almost painfully, but Pam didn't relent.
With her free hand, she stroked a single slender finger through Harley's silky wetness before sliding it inside of her, curling it to find that sweet spot deep inside. Pam could already feel Harley's inner walls starting to pulse around her finger. Harley's hands tightened in her hair and she fought to keep her legs from closing around Pam's head. Pam helped her, releasing her hips and pushing Harley's thighs apart, spreading her wider and adding a second finger, pumping in and out of her at a methodical pace.
Harley couldn't really breath at this point. She knew she had to be. She was still conscious. But everything was Pam. Every gasp, every wave of pleasure, every touch and lick and tease, every throb of her pulse, it was all Pam. She'd never felt anything so excruciatingly intense before, and Pam was relentless. She didn't give Harley a moment to try and collect herself. Pam chased her building orgasm fiercely and Harley knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. But more than anything, she wanted to freeze inside this moment. This moment where she was toeing the pinnacle of absolute bliss, tangled with the woman she loved, subject to her talented fingers and tongue. Squeezing her eyes shut, she struggled to think of anything that might distract her, keep her from coming. She was almost successful too, forcing herself to recreate the episode of the cartoon they'd been watching and then…. In the next instant she forgot everything as Pam curled her fingers again, and Harley slammed her hand down on the mattress, twisting the sheets in white knuckles.
"Fuck, Red!" She felt Pam smile and nearly lost it right then and there.
Harley squirmed, pushing herself against Pam's face, trying to get somehow closer as Pam began pumping her fingers faster. She gasped, Pam's name falling like a prayer from her lips.
Pam could feel how close Harley was in the way she writhed, the way her walls tightened around Pam's fingers and her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Wrapping her lips around Harley's clit once more, Pam sucked, hard, and Harley crested.
A sudden, powerful tremor passed through Harley's legs and her back arched off the bed as she came with a long, drawn out cry. Her body rolled with the waves of her orgasm, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the low light.
It was the most beautiful thing Pam had ever seen.
Harley's cry turned into a deep sigh and she fell back against the mattress, panting, her body going limp. Gently, Pam withdrew her fingers, and sat up, wiping her mouth clean and crawling up the bed, hovering over Harley. Her eyes were still closed, her chest heaving and her limbs trembling slightly as she recovered. Pam leaned down to kiss her when suddenly Harley's face twisted and she hiccupped. The next thing Pam knew, she was sobbing.
"Daffodil?" Pam asked, concerned. "Harley?" She rolled onto her side and pulled Harley against her chest, her warm tears dripping onto Pam's shoulder. "What's the matter?"
For a moment, Pam was worried she'd done something wrong. What else could explain her tears? She lay there, worrying, stroking Harley's back and hair and kissing her forehead and murmuring apologies.
Finally, Harley shook her head, managing to gather herself enough to gasp, "It's not you. I… just… I've never… I didn't know it could be…"
Oh.
So Pam had been right in her assumption that Jay had never loved her the way she needed it. If Pam had learned one thing, it was that Harley thrived on affection. She was starved for it. And it must have been so long since she'd felt it as deeply as this. She'd been with Jay and then waited so patiently for weeks for Pam. This must have been overwhelming, but from the way she clutched at Pam, she was confident that Harley had wanted it as much as she had.
Pam held her close, continuing to stroke her softly and kiss the tears from her cheeks, and pull the blankets tighter around them until finally, Harley's sobs quieted and she fell asleep in Pam's arms.