"Mmm…yeah…fuck me, Daddy…" Harley moaned in her high pitched voice, sucking Ivy's finger into her mouth.
Ivy's thrusts slowed before she finally came to a stop, dropping her head to Harley's chest in defeat.
"Red!" Harley complained as Ivy withdrew her finger from her mouth. "You're goin' in the wrong direction!"
"Just give me a second, Harl…" Ivy murmured against Harley's skin between labored breaths. "I'm attempting to salvage any semblance of arousal after being called 'daddy'."
"Oops, sorry…" Harley giggled. "Fuck me, 'Mommy.'"
"And…we are done." Ivy dramatically rolled off of Harley to lay on the bed next to her.
"Aww…what's the matter, Pammy?" She ran her fingers up Ivy's stomach. "Don't wanna wham me?"
"OK…" Ivy lulled her head to the side to face the blonde. "That was cheap. Even for you."
"Pammy likes to wham me. Pammy likes to wham me." Harley sang, wearing an amused grin that looked like it had been drawn on for how it overtook her features.
Pamela grabbed a pillow from her right and slammed it down onto Harley's face, only letting up when she heard a muffled giggle from beneath.
"Ah, come on, Pam-a-lam. Let's try again, OK?" Harley pleaded, rolling over and propping her head up on her elbows. "You got me all riled up."
"Just…please don't infantilize yourself." Pam requested as she ran a hand through Harley's unruly blonde hair, trying- and failing- to tame it. "I want to be with the strong, intelligent woman that you are, not the stupid little girl that he…" she trailed off before mentioning The Joker. She didn't want Harley picturing him on top of her.
"Fine!" Harley smirked. "But there ain't no place for 'Dr. Isley' in the bedroom either. So quit using fancy words like 'infantilize'." She leaned over to kiss Ivy but then reconsidered her earlier statement. "Well actually…I guess Dr. Isley can come, but only if she's wearin' glasses and a labcoat with nothin' underneath."
Ivy couldn't stop the smile from spreading over her red lips. Shaking her head cheekily she asked, "Really? The lab coat? That's a turn on for you?"
"Oh, sure." Harley winked, grazing her fingernails just below Ivy's navel. "Now could we try again, Pammy? Please?"
"Fine." Ivy sighed as she turned over to fully face Harley on the bed.
The blonde bit her lip and leaned into Ivy's touch as the redhead trailed her long green finger across her jawline. Ivy began to lean in for a kiss, but just before their lips met, Harley muttered "Poison deadly movin' in slow, lookin' for a mellow fellow like DeVoe" and then she was being smothered once more.
"Stop it, Harl!" Ivy removed the pillow, revealing the girl's self-satisfied grin beneath it. "I'm having a really hard time taking myself seriously!"
"Never trust a big butt and a smile!" Harley sang gleefully. "That girl is…"
"Poison." Ivy finished the song lyric for her and flopped back onto her pillow with a (sexually) frustrated eye roll.
"That girl is MY Poison Oaky!" Harley giggled as she impulsively pounced on Ivy. "And she's super lucky cuz' ole' Harley's Quinn's gonna make her feel real good." She kissed a sloppy line down Ivy's neck as she reached over to the nightstand for her glasses. "Jus what the doctor ordered." She winked, her blue eyes bugging out from beneath the thick, round lenses. "Miss her, kiss her, love her..."
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"Pamela…" Selina's words were soft as she lifted her head from where it lay on Ivy's shoulder. Her arms were wrapped around the redhead's back as Ivy was still clutching Harley's body to her chest. "The sun's out…and we're exposed."
"I'm taking her." Ivy voice was harsh and she held Harley tighter. "I'm not leaving her here. She's coming with us."
"Pam, honey…" Selina wiped a tear from the woman's cheek, only faintly aware that this was not their typical relationship. "You're a smart woman. You know carrying 120lbs of dead w…" She saw Ivy's warning look and adjusted her wording, "of Harley around is going to slow us down."
"I'm…" Ivy sniffed. "I'm going to bury her."
Catwoman pulled herself around to Ivy's front so she could speak to the other woman straight on, although she tried not to look at the dead body she was clinging to. "The drone is going to take her away. They'll bury her with the other selections."
"Harley Quinn will not be laid to rest in an unmarked grave!" Ivy snapped, her eyes flickering.
Selina drew back, knowing that Ivy's already unpredictable emotional response would be amplified. She would need to tread extremely carefully around her going forward. "How about we bury her here? You're hurt, Ivy. I don't think you'll be able to make it back to the lake carrying her."
Ivy looked at Selina like the brunette had just called the sky green. "You're…you're suggesting I leave her here…with him?!" Her hand shot out to indicate the gory remains of The Joker.
"But, Pam…" Selina began, trying not to sound like an authority figure. "Your leg…"
"My leg is fine." Ivy spat, unceremoniously wiping her tears from her cheeks which were leaving misplaced reddish patches where they clustered.
Selina sighed. Ivy clearly wasn't budging on this issue. "OK, let's go." She got to her feet and grimaced as she took Harley's limp arms, pulling some of her weight off of Ivy so the redhead could stand up. With a little effort and a slight whimper of pain, Ivy was bending over and lifting the body off the ground. Harley's neck flopped backwards at an unnatural angle and Catwoman felt sick again. She helped Ivy to adjust the head so it was leaning against her breast and with a noticeable limp, the redhead started off towards the lake with Catwoman in tow.
By Selina's calculations, they were about a mile into the forest. That was a long way to walk with a broken ankle, and an even longer way when you're holding a human being in your arms. Selina made sure to stay behind Ivy the whole time, letting her bravely lead the way back to the lake. Every so often they'd have to stop and readjust Harley's head, but other than that, Ivy forged ahead at a truly impressive pace under the circumstances. An occasional sniff or garbled whisper to no one in particular was the only indication Ivy gave that anything was actually wrong. Catwoman half expected Harley to sit up and laugh at what a ridiculous notion being killed by Ivy was.
Selina thought back to their first day… "Ivy would never leave me," Harley had assured herself. If only Ivy could've said the same thing about Harley. What a stupid, stupid dumbass. Stupid, idiot, Harley! Inconsiderate, stupid, fucking…Catwoman wiped the frustrated tears from her eyes. Selina had lost two friends that day- Harley, and the Pamela she'd grown accustomed to.
Once they'd made it to the forest's edge, Ivy gently set Harley's body down by the tree they'd been kissing at the day before. The redhead leaned back into its trunk and closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with deep gulps of air as she struggled to breathe without tipping off Selina as to just how tired she was.
"Here." Pam patted the ground near where she sat. "This is the spot."
Catwoman nodded in understanding and grabbed the shovel from where it stuck up in the ground, starting the hole with one shovelful. Ivy helped, eventually, and in a little over two hours there was a hole in the ground that Ivy deemed appropriate.
The redhead's eyelids fluttered shut as she leaned down to place a kiss on Harley's cheek and then her lips. "I'm sorry." She whispered against Harley's pale skin as her salty tears ran from her cheeks to Harley's. "I didn't want this…you have to believe me that I didn't want this…"
Selina squeezed Ivy's hand, ignoring her own tears as they rolled off her chin. "She knows, Pam."
Ivy nodded and pulled away, unable to look at Harley's lifeless features any longer. It just wasn't right…Harley had been so full of life…
"I'll miss you, Harl. You were the-" Selina's voice cracked. "You were the light in our lives." She kissed the girl's stiffening hand to muffle her sob.
Together, the two remaining Sirens lowered Harley into the ground. "Goodbye, Darling." Ivy whispered. She raised her hand above the grave to drop the first handful of dirt, but let out another sob instead and withdrew her hand. "I just…" she looked desperately at Selina. "I loved her so much, Kitty!"
"I know." Catwoman embraced her, rocking her ever so slightly from side to side as the wetness accumulated on one another's shoulders. "You did what you had to do, you did what you had to do." She repeated over and over again until the redhead believed it enough to begin the process of covering the grave.
When the dirt was all packed, and they were officially alone, the two women sat silently at the edge of the grave. Selina laying curled up in a ball, and Ivy sitting with her knees drawn to her chest, both just starring at the disturbed dirt in front of them.
"What song do you think Harley would have wanted at her funeral?" Selina murmured, her voice still heavy with sadness.
"Bohemian Rhapsody." Ivy answered nearly instantaneously.
Catwoman almost smiled at that. "Seems like you had that one in the chamber."
"I've been planning her funeral for years." Ivy admitted, beginning to rock slowly. "Every time she'd come ho…come to my hideout, battered and broken, I would ask her something she'd want at her funeral. I was trying to scare her into leaving him. I told her, 'one of these days, it's going to be more than a broken bone or a black eye. One of these days, he's going to kill you, Harley.'" Ivy took a moment to collect herself. "She'd say 'no, no. He loves me, really. He won't kill me.' And…" Pam swallowed. "And the worst part is, she was right. I killed her, Selina. I killed Harley."
Wrong move you're dead...that girl is Poison.