It felt like your consciousness was trailing behind your body. It a balloon pulled by a string tied to your spine. You thoughts floated around you as you tried to focus through your eyes. You let Harley drag you to the center of the dance floor. It was hard to process what exactly was happening around you as she pulled you closer, sliding her hands under your jacket and around your middle, pulling you in tight and close, forcing you to sway your hips in time with hers. Her lips ghosted over yours as your hands came to rest on her hips, bring them closer as you both moved to the beat.
She threw her head back with a loud laugh, exposing the column of her neck to you. You chewed on your lip for a moment before diving in and kissing at her pale skin. You could feel her slender hand as it moved to your head. Her fingers felt glorious as she raked her nails over the shaved parts of your scalp. She brought her head forward, giggling in your ear as you sucked her neck, pulling at her flesh with your lips, melting together on the dance floor.
She moved back for a moment, spinning around so her back was against your chest. Excitedly you allowed your hands to explore her front as she reached behind herself, tugging at your long bits of hair, bringing your mouth closer to hers.
It was like you were on another world, like you'd finally let go and allowed the universe influence your actions as you locked your lips with Harley. Nothing mattered in that moment besides how soft she felt. While feeling her skin on yours, you couldn't help but view the scene from your floating consciousness. Harley Quinn was making out with you, and it was fucking life changing.
You could feel the waves of the space around you flow as you moved with Harley to the beat. You felt like your sense of self existed on your lips at the point where they me with her's. When she opened her mouth you excited took the opportunity, darting your tongue behind her teeth, dancing with her.
You were shaken from your trance as she abruptly pulled away and dissolved into the crowd. Your mind was off on mars and by the time that you touched into reality for a second you had forgotten that she had disappeared. You took the cues from around you and continued to dance and move with the crowd, engrossing yourself in the moment. Every sensation felt abstract and bizarre, the flash of the lights and the skin constantly brushing against you. Losing yourself, you closed your eyes, and tried to melt, allowing the sensations of the environment around you wash across your being.
You don't know quite how long it was until you landed back on Earth. There was a tickle in your throat which you assumed meant you were thirsty. It was weird how hard it could be to keep track of yourself while tripping. You constantly were touching your forehead and stomach to gauge if you were too warm and should take your jacket off.
Stumbling through the crowd you pushed your way to the bar. As you moved it was like the floor tiles were shifting below your feet. Finally reaching the counter, wedged your way through people and grabbed at the wood, steadying yourself.
"Water, please," You spoke slowly, once you'd caught a bartender's eye, trying to make sure you made sense. Everything around you was constantly moving and shifting, even the shadows spiraled into detailed fractals in front of your eyes.
Your knuckles went white as you clutched at the wooden surface like it was the only stable point of the universe as everything undulated around you. Finally the server returned with a plastic cup of cold water. Drinking quickly, you gulped down the water hoping to wash away the feeling of cat hair in your mouth.
"Wait," You called to the bartender, reaching out as they turned to leave, "You know where Harley is? Harley Quinn?" The girl gave you a questioning look before you continued, "I'm with her, she knows me." Looking you over one last time she pauses before pointing to the far end of the bar.
Following the score of revelers who lined the bar as it curved around a third of the room's circumference, you eventually came to find Harley sitting and laughing with a red haired man in a green suit. Cautiously you reached out and set your hand on her shoulder, getting her attention.
She quickly spun around looking furious before her eyes came to rest on you. She seemed ecstatic to see you, jumping up to collide her lips with yours as she wrapped her arms tightly around your neck. You couldn't help but smile as you returned her affections, pulling her closer as you kissed. All you wanted was her.
She quickly broke away, leaving you dazed as she turned, keeping her arm around you, to her companion, "D'ya know Eddie?" She asked looking at you, "You two would get along great, both love green jackets," she joked as she held her hand out gesturing to the man. The stranger was in fact dressed in a casual suit with black slacks and a bright green suit coat and matching green bowler cap.
"Unfortunately my dear," He spoke pulling himself up from the seat by his gold cane, "I must depart," he declared, taking Harley's hand and kissing the knuckles. You couldn't help but notice his severe limp as he walked away, leaving the club.
"Who was that?" You ask looking to Harley.
"Eddie, The Riddlah, duh," she explained, nudging you before moving close as you sat on a bar stool. She slowly trailed her nose from your chin up, "He doesn't mattah to you, just worry about me," she gave a big grin before taking your mouth in another deep kiss.
"How do you feel?" You asked, pulling back for a breath, keeping her forehead against yours. The world around you was spinning and you didn't know if it was from the drugs or her.
"Fucking amazing," she smirked as she rubbed her mouth along yours. She nipped at your lips, teasing you before she took your bottom lip between hers, sucking and pulling, driving you crazy. You let your hands venture south from her hips. Resting your palm on her bottom, asking without words to move forward.
Harley moved to climb onto your lap, giggling at your touch before a shrill whistle rang through the club. She shot up like she had been shocked, looking over her shoulder to where the sound came from. She jumped up and grabbed your hand dragging you with her through the crowd back to the booth. The way she weaved through the throngs of people reminded you vaguely of running through the stalks of corn as you played hide and seek in the fields when you were little. It had been years since you'd thought about the corn field since moving to Gotham, let alone actually been in one.
Following Harley you entered the VIP area, the dim lighting shimmering off of the golden decor. You felt yourself blinking rapidly, trying to see past all the small eyeballs that looked back at you from each reflected dot of light. You knew they weren't there and that they weren't real, but you couldn't help but see them. Harley tugged at your arm, pulling your distracted self past a pair of legs and herself, guiding you to sit on the cushion between her and the Joker. You looked slowly to your left where he sat.
His eyes pierced into you as he grinned, his arm stretched out across the cushion behind you. You felt like you were moving through molasses as you turned your head to Harley. Once you made eye contact with her, she leaned forward pecking your lips teasingly as shey linked her arm around you, pulling you closer to her while moving towards him.
You soon found yourself in a comfortable sandwich, with you back pressed against the Joker's side, as Harley kissed at your neck and whispered in your ear.
"Don't worry about the boys," she hissed as she pulled at your earlobe with her teeth, raking her nails against the buzzed hair on your head. You softened into her ministrations, willing to do anything she asked. Your hand danced across her sides as you felt the rumble of the Joker's laugh vibrating against your back.
"So it's a deal?" You heard him say, though all you cared about was the way Harley's legs felt as they shifted between yours, rubbing against the denim on your inner thigh. Your fingers drifted down her back as your tongues wrestled. Sliding your fingers across the silk of her dress that covered her bottom, you moved your hands down the back of her thighs, pulling her knees closer to you. She moved your shoulders, pushing you downwards so your head rested on the Joker's lap as she attacked your neck, snaking her hands under your jacket and around your torso.
Looking up though your clouded reality, you watched the Joker as he shook hands with the stranger before leaning back, petting at your hair as Harley dragged her lips along your sternum, tickling at the bit of your skin exposed through the tattered holes of your shirt. You kept your eyes locked with the Joker, fascinated with the way the light shined off his teeth as you slid your grip up the back Harley's leg, letting your fingers dance around the hem of her dress.
You let out a gasp as Harley dug her teeth into your pulse point. The Joker laughed as he looked down at the pair of you making out on his lap. Quickly you moved to counter Harley, sliding your hand between her legs and pressing your fingers against her center.
The grin on her lips against yours felt fantastic and you couldn't help but thrusting your hips towards her, your shift pushing your hand between the both of you harder against her. The way Harley hummed against your mouth in response to the pressure made you glow.
Feeling Harley against you was all you cared about and that made it hard to control yourself in the moment. All you wanted was to rub your skin against her forever. You reveled in the feeling of her stomach shifting against yours as she moved her hips, grinding into your fingers. You couldn't help but moan against her lips at the way she rutted against your grip.
The Joker ran a hand down Harley's spine, hissing as he gnawed on his bottom lip. His fingers came to rest on top of yours pushing your hand harder against her clit through the thin fabric of her underwear. A shock ran through you as she moaned into your mouth and you felt her wetness on your finger tips. You and Harley continued to kiss as the Joker grabbed at your hand, guiding your fingers past the elastic of her underwear and into her.
Harley giggled as she released your lips with a pop, moving her face toward the Joker. They kissed passionately as you laid there underneath them, watching while the Joker moved your hand back and forth, pumping your fingers inside of her like your appendage was no more than a dildo. The Joker moved his fingers to tug at Harley's clit as you continued the established pattern with your wrist.
Her mouth broke away from the Joker's as she shook. You could feel her insides clenching around your fingers as she came. She held herself up with her arms over you as she clenched her eyes shut. Briefly you made eye contact with the Joker, mirroring his self satisfied grin. The woman above you was at a loss of words because of the teamwork of you and man whose lap you currently laid across.
Harley looked like she was still reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm before her eyes rolled completely back into her head and she collapsed, falling to the side and onto the floor. Panic bled through you like a lightning strike as you quickly moved next to her.
"Harley?" you asked in a frantic voice, lightly tapping her cheek and receiving no response. You had a feeling of spider legs climbing up your spine as the panic started to grip you. Distraught, you continued to try and wake her, maybe with more force than needed. A pair of pale hands grabbed at your wrists as the Joker pulled you away from her.
"Shh, shh, shhhhh," he cooed, guiding you onto the seat next to him. He wrapped his arm around your waist as he rubbed at your cheek, turning your teary eyes to meet his, "Don't worry, she'll be fine, this happens. She just over indulged," he spoke in a soft and comforting voice as Frost, his right hand man, gathered up Harley's lip form before carrying her away in his arms.
"I should go with her," you choked, moving to follow Frost.
"No, no, no," the Joker clicked his tongue as he held you in place, "You're staying with me."
"But, but I want to go with her," You stuttered, trying to see past the way his tattoos floated and shifted on his skin of his face.
"Now if Harley is my pet," the Joker began like he was reciting a math problem to a child, "And you're Harley's pet, and Harley is no longer here, where do you thing that leaves us?"
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