Silent night.
It was anything but. The manor was buzzing with tension the night before the wedding, but Dick and Harley seemed untouched by the mounting stress brought on by Bruce and Selina's impending nuptials. They headed home hand in hand, happy as could be in the cold wintry night.
They have the night together before everything descends into chaos with the wedding, and what better way to spend it than by the Christmas tree, together? Everything is peaceful, and snow falls softly outside. The wedding begins tomorrow.
"I don't care what you say," Harley told Dick as they walked into the house, "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree is the embodiment of Christmas." She hung her coat up as she giggled. "It's a beautiful song." She petted Clark's head as he sniffed at her knees.
"It's tacky," he laughed. "But it's not bad," Dick smiled, kneeling on the carpet to pet the dogs. Wally rolled over and pawed at his hand.
"I refuse to trust your judgement on 'tacky' Christmas songs. You hate Frosty the Snowman," she shook her head, "that's like hating Santa Claus is Coming to Town."
"I love that song! Not Frosty, the other one," he stood, pulling his coat off and taking it to the closet. He kicked his shoes off and returned to the living room to plug in the Christmas tree. The twinkling lights joined the lamp on the end table, warming the room with soft light. "Frosty just didn't make sense to me as a kid." Dick shot her a half grin and dropped down on the couch, yawning.
"There's really no logic to putting a tree in a living room, but you don't question that," she countered, sinking gratefully onto the couch beside him.
"Yes there is, there's logic. You know, Christmas and England… and Jesus and traditions and stuff," he laughed, dropping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side. Harley giggled.
"If you say so." She leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing. She turned her face up toward him and froze when she realized their noses were almost touching, their lips inches apart.
Dick watched her, his smile wavering a bit. His pale eyes flicked down to her lips, and then he looked back to her eyes, seeing his reflection in the lenses of her glasses. "I can't believe the wedding is tomorrow," he breathed, and she could almost taste him so close, the warm scent of his cologne filling her nose. Dick didn't move, his eyes locked with hers. Harley's breathing was shallow.
"Me neither," she whispered before smiling. "But just think, after that, it's ours." Her eyes shone behind her glasses. "Our wedding, with me and you," she teased. She put a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Then it'll be me walking down the aisle to you."
Dick's heart fluttered under her fingertips, and he smiled. "I can't wait. A summer wedding. With Haly there… we should have it outside," he said quietly, still watching her. The room was quiet, the frosted windowpanes closing it off from the outside world as if they could never be interrupted. As if it was only them, and the sound of their quiet breathing.
"Just think, we'll have passed our one year anniversary by then," she chuckled, her lips whispering across his, "however we choose to celebrate that." Her eyes didn't leave his. "Do we go with the day we met- our first date, or that night in the safe house?"
"Definitely when we met," Dick smiled, closing his eyes for a brief moment. His arm around her shoulders tightened a bit, pulling her closer as his other hand traced over her shoulder, moving down to her elbow.
"One of the best decisions I've ever made in my life, is saying yes to this awkward, grinning, slightly worse for the wear Officer who happened to catch me in my office." Harley giggled, burying her nose in his neck. Dick smiled at the memory, her silky hair against his skin making his heart beat double-time. His sweater was soft under Harley's hand.
"Best decision I ever made was walking into that office," he said quietly. "Do you remember what brought me there?" Dick asked, leaning away a bit to look at her, his pale eyes shining.
"Wasn't it some crazy chick?" Harley rolled her eyes, pursing her lips to keep from smiling.
He let out a short laugh. Wally looked up from where he was curled up on the tree skirt. The sparkling lights danced on Dick's face, his sharply angled features catching the shadows as well. "I was investigating Harley Quinn," he smiled. "Because she and I had a discussion, on a train, and she didn't attack me. And I wanted to know why. I got more than I bargained for," Dick whispered, still smiling. Harley choked off her laugh into his shirt.
"You were very snarky on that subway," she told him, grinning.
"You weren't exactly the sweetest yourself," he said. "But you were kinder than I was used to you being. It was a bit of a turn-on," Dick's lip caught in his teeth before he smiled at her again. Harley suddenly leaned forward and pulled his bottom lip free with her teeth.
"That's a nasty habit you have there," she murmured. She'd heard the sharp, satisfying gasp of surprise from his lips when she'd leaned forward. He released the air now, a bit shakily, his hand tightening on her arm.
"I hate it when you do that," he breathed, but he smiled despite his protest.
"Maybe I'll go around biting my lip all the time, you can see if you can resist stopping me." She kissed his bottom lip gently. "My apology for all the times I'll do that in the future," she explained with a smile.
Dick closed his eyes and smiled. His breath was already coming faster, and without hesitation he kissed her slowly, savoring her taste and the feel of her soft lips against his. With some difficulty, he broke it off. "I… don't remember what I was going to say," he laughed breathlessly. She raised her eyebrow at him.
"So you stopped kissing me to tell me that?" she challenged.
"I'm sorry!" Dick laughed again, nearly biting his lip, but stopping himself. He licked his lips subtly and watched her. "I did have something to say, but I lost it as I pulled away." With a mischievous grin, Harley straddled his lap. She kissed down his neck, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt and sweater.
"There is no one else here. There's no chance of Alfred, or Bruce, or one your brothers interrupting us." She pressed her lips to his now exposed chest. "So if you're going to stop kissing me," she grabbed his chin, "it better be for something very important." She kissed him fiercely. Dick kissed her back, tensed in surprise, but he quickly relaxed, letting the kiss taper off before he broke away.
"Harles…" he sighed as he dropped his head back against the armrest. "The wedding is tomorrow, and we really should get some sleep. After last night- two nights in a row…" His body betrayed him, his hands almost desperately pulling her closer, one twisting in the fabric of her skirt and the other pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair gently. He sighed with delight as her gold hair tumbled over his face, caressing his cheeks and falling in contrast with his, soft and oil black. Harley pulled his shirt off his shoulders before grabbing his face.
"What did I just say? You mouth has better things to be doing than forming pointless sentences."
Dick raised his eyebrows, looking taken aback before he leaned up and kissed her, his tongue barely passing her lips before he pulled back again. "I'm sorry, I'll try to do better," he whispered, leaning his lips away from her when she tried to kiss him again. He grinned playfully. Harley glared at him before grinding her hips into his, one of her hands trailing down his abs while the other skimmed tauntingly at back of his neck. She didn't try to kiss him again, just watched him with a smile. Dick groaned in surprise, his muscles tensing under her hands. She felt his fingers twist in her skirt, and this time his lips chased hers as he leaned up towards her.
"Look, you're doing better already." She grinned before kissing him, her hand holding his face near hers. Her hair tumbled down over both of their shoulders as she squeezed her legs around his back. Dick let out a moan against her lips, pulling his arms out of the sleeves of his shirt. His hands worked furiously to untie the sash around her dress, his lips locked with hers. He kissed her fervently, his head tilted up a bit to reach her, taller sitting on his lap. Harley chuckled a little into the kiss. She undid the button on his khakis.
"Having some difficulty?" she asked before kissing the side of his neck, her lips tantalizingly light. Dick shook his head and inhaled deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. Goosebumps rose on his skin in the wake of her soft kisses. He closed his eyes and moaned again, and she heard the fabric tear as he kissed her hard, his tongue tied with hers. She sighed into the kiss. "This was one of my favorite dresses," she told him, yanking his head back sharply by his hair and kissing down his throat. Her other hand pulled the waist of his pants away, her thumb tracing across the skin of his pelvis.
"I'll buy you a new one," he assured her, gasping excitedly as he closed his eyes, his hands trailing down her waist to her hips as he pulled the dress back from her body, not needing to see her to know her beauty. He unconsciously bit his lip, feeling her curves and her soft skin under his hands. Harley's lips paused, and then he felt her teeth tugging gently at his lip.
"We're having none of that," she breathed, before nibbling on his lip, "unless I'm doing it." Her hand left his neck to trail down his arm, so she could use both of her hands to try and work his pants off from between them. Dick lifted his waist to allow her to yank his pants down, and his hands moved to her hips, his thumbs hooking in the sheer lace of her underwear. He guided her closer and kissed her slowly, lightly, craning his neck against her strong pulling at his hair. He sighed deeply, his grip tense at her hips. The warmth in the room had heightened between them, his breath whispering fast against her lips.
Harley moaned, her legs clenching tighter around his waist as his fingers dug into her hips, and she braced her hands against the back of the couch. She stopped kissing him for a moment to look at him, catching her breath. His blue eyes were bright, and his muscles were tense. "Still have anything to say?" she panted.
Dick opened his mouth, his eyes still shining as he babbled something in Romani, the language flowing off of his tongue like silk. He grinned, sitting up and biting her lip before kissing her desperately, releasing her hips to pull her dress away from her shoulders. His hands came to rest on her sides, feeling her muscles tense as he gripped her waist, pulling her against his chest. Dick grinned against her lips, one hand pulling at the skin on her back. Harley pushed his shoulders back into the couch.
"You know I'm going to ask you what you said." She smiled, leaning in to brush her lips over his. Dick responded again in the same language, leaning up to bite her lips, smiling as he twirled the strap of her bra around his finger. "You wanna rethink that answer?" she taunted, leaning her face out of his reach. He grinned, ignoring her lips and kissing down her chest, still muttering in Romani. His lips were soft and light on her skin.
Harley moaned, savoring the sensation before pushing his shoulders back up against the couch. "If that's the way you're going to be," she whispered, her words a breath in his ear. She quickly stood up, grinning wickedly at him as she let her dress fall to the floor. "Come find me when you're ready to let me know what you have to say." She winked before slipping out of the room.
Dick stared after her, before breaking into a grin and launching off of the couch after her. He caught up with Harley in the hallway, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against him. "I said-" he smiled, his strong chest solid against her back as he kissed her ear over her shoulder- "If falling is just like flying, then I never want to land. Let me take you with me. Let me fly," he whispered, biting her ear. Harley turned around in his arms, smiling up at him.
"Then come on, pretty boy, let's fly." She stood up on tiptoe and kissed him.