Author's Note: This page contains smut, and inappropriate/suggestive language!
The lights in the bedroom were off, it smelled slightly of lavender, tickling Harley's nose. Bruce laid Harley down onto the soft silk sheets and crawled on top of her, taking the elastic out of her to allow her blonde locks to fall beautifully on the silk, kissing her, and then beginning to trail down her jaw and neck. She closed her eyes and began working at the buttons on his shirt. Bruce's hand slid down her body and it slipped under her skirt, tugging at the top of her right stocking, pulling it off. Harley smiled as Bruce kissed and lightly licked her chest, and back up the other side of her neck. He repeated himself and took off the other stocking. Harley wrapped her legs around him once again and reached up to give him a kiss on his muscular neck, running her hands over his exposed chest. She could feel his heart beat, and she found it somehow comforting.
"Oh, Bruce." She whispered, afraid to speak.
"You're stunning, Harley." He whispered back to her, running his hand slowly up her thigh, delicately touching her now moist panties. Harley let out a small quiet moan, and began to arch her back. Bruce moved so her legs were no longer around him, and he slowly pulled the skirt off of her, throwing it delicately to the ground. He looked at her small, red, lace panties and smiled. Harley looked up at him, examining his face in the darkness, smiling to herself as he unbuttoned her blazer. He let an, "Oh." When he saw the cut-off spaghetti strap she was wearing beneath the blazer, and realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
Harley took his large hand and put it on her ribs, then slowly slid it up and under the fabric, placing it on her left breast and holding it there. He leaned down and kissed her breast, then slid the shirt off of her. She sat up and kissed him, pushing him back, until he fell back, her breast rubbing freely against his muscled chest. She let her hand wonder down his stomach to his waistband, unbuttoning them and pulling his zipper down. She slowly removed his pants, Bruce helping to slide them off. He pulled her up to him by the back of her thighs; she let out a giggle and kissed him again. She put her hand further down, feeling how hard Bruce had gotten. She decided it was cruel to make him wait any longer, and slid her hand into the silk boxers, and grabbed his cock. She straddled him, her arm between her legs and kissed him, tugging and pulling at his hard penis. Bruce let out muffled groans as Harley kissed him harder. He was getting more turned on by the second; he grabbed her ass and slipped his thumbs under the elastic waste band of her lace thong, and pulled them down.
Harley followed his lead by kicking her thong away, and sliding his boxers completely off. She was going back up to kiss him when she saw his dick, completely erect, and decided to lick up the length of it. Bruce let out a sound of enjoyment as she wrapped her lips around the head, licking it gingerly, and then slowly putting as much as she could into her mouth.
"Harley…" Bruce said in a deep moan, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Yes, Brucie?" She looked up, wiping her mouth. He sat up and kissed her, laying her gently back down on her back. She could feel his cock rubbing against her body as he made her way down her body, kissing and licking her breasts, catching her nipple gently between his teeth, down her stomach and then he found herself at her moist canal. He licked her clit, biting lightly. Harley let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure as his tongue searched inside her. He held her thighs with his hands as he reached deep insider her.
"B-B-Bruce!"
"Yes, Harley?" He looked up at her.
"Pllllease…" She whimpered. He knew what she wanted. He sat up, and pulled her closer to him by her legs, allowing them to wrap around his waist. He slowly positioned himself, his head rubbing delicately against her clit.
"Are you sure, Harley?" She nodded with a small whimper, and Bruce immediately shoved himself completely inside her. She let out a large moan as her body rocked with his. Her arm extended, reaching for nothing, but reacting to the pure ecstasy she was feeling. Bruce bent further down, pushing as far into her as he could. Harley let out a shrill scream and grabbed his shoulder with her hand. She could feel a fresh scar on his shoulder, just like the one she gave Bats she thought. Just like it. Her hand fell and she screamed again, in a mixture of pleasure and shock. How could she be sure, how could she? She continued to let him work further into her, as she contemplated what she could possibly do. She was defenseless if her assumption was correct.
Bruce was unaware of what Harley had discovered he had continued to hump her, until they both finally reached a mutual climax, Harley screaming. Bruce panted and wiped the sweat from his brow, and then extended his hand to grab hers. He held it in the dark, and felt it gingerly, slowly touching each soft fingernail as he slowly pulled out of her. Each fingernail was smooth, and well manicured, except one, that was jaggedly broken. Just like the one Harley Qui-. Harley Quinzel. Harley Quinn.
