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Ivy loved the rain. She liked the sound of it as it splashed over the dusty concrete beyond the window, how it sputtered over the thin leaves in her garden and sunk into the dry soil. She could feel it herself through the green if she concentrated hard enough. It tickled a bit.
Of course that sensation very well could have been Harley…
On rainy days like these, Ivy loved to sit by the window and crack open a book for an hour or two, and naturally it didn’t take long for her girlfriend to find her…or her lap more specifically. The clown wasted no time making herself at home right atop it while the botanist read, content to nuzzle up underneath their shared blanket as she rested her cheek against Ivy’s chest, listening to the gentle rain patter outside.
Naturally though, Harley was always quick to grow restless. After waking from a nap, she’d fidget for something to do, taking first to braiding the woman’s long red hair, then to fruitlessly attempting to read the plant jargon from the book Ivy found herself occupied with, to even ‘racing’ rain droplets as they fell down the window outside. Ultimately, she found intrigue in quite simply running her fingers over the bare skin of the long green arms which cradled her.
The ticklish sensation of gentle fingertips tracing along her veins caught the botanist’s attention like a gentle knocking at her periphery. After a moment or two she found she quite liked the feeling more than she did her book, setting it aside to simply watch the girl explore her arms with a relaxed interest.
Thunder echoed distantly somewhere beyond the horizon. It was too far to be anywhere close, but it was just enough to be heard, like a comfortable assurance as heaven-sent water drizzled over the roof.
The lovers’ hands soon became knit together, palm to palm, as curious blue eyes traveled to study the differences between them. Ivy’s hand was a bit larger than hers, her fingers longer and slimmer where Harley’s were short—more hardened and athletic. The blonde found herself admiring these differences, two opposite halves complimenting each other in an appealing way.
She flipped the woman’s hand over silently, tracing her fingers over the heartlines, straying down further and further to the pale veins running below the skin of her wrist, shining a pale black against the green hue of her inhuman skin. Harley was quiet for a soft moment as she thought to herself…
“Did it hurt?” she asked quietly amidst the comfortable silence.
Ivy was just as silent herself for a long moment before her solemn answer came.
“A lot…” she replied, just as quietly.
The blonde felt a frown yearn to pull at her lips. “How long did he keep you like…ya know?” she asked gently, as if she feared her voice could shatter some sort of invisible glass if she didn’t speak carefully. Blue eyes peaked up at her lover with a somber curiosity resting in her features.
“I can’t say,” the redhead admitted with a stiff sort of weariness to her tone, her gaze fixed forwards to somewhere in the distance, though she didn’t seem to be seeing anything. Her voice was heavy with memories when she spoke again. “All the days in that lab bled together after a while…”
Harley felt that frown introduce itself to her face as she looked on at Ivy—this woman, or perhaps some heavenly embodiment of nature might have been a more accurate term—whom she currently sat with. She thought of how put together she always was, how confident, how resilient, how utterly immovable. It was a difficult feat for the blonde to imagine that Pamela Isley had been the exact opposite, and an utterly terrifying one when considering the abominable experiments the poor botany student had been subjected to against her will. The irreversible altercations to her DNA paled in comparison to the ones done to her psyche. Harley suppressed a shiver just thinking about the whole situation. No wonder Ivy was as strong as she was—what doesn’t kill you and all…
Pamela Isley had looked death right in the eye, felt his rancid breath on her skin…and Poison Ivy sat back up to spit in his face. Harley somehow always managed to gain yet another layer of admiration towards the redhead everytime she dwelled on that fact.
The clown’s pink lip pouted a bit as her mind mulled over a fantasy. “I wonder what it would have been like to meet each other… ya know, before either of us got exposed to so much bullshit,” the girl pondered aloud. “It sounds like you were a completely different person in your college days.”
Harley felt a huff of breath fluff the top of her yellow hair as the metahuman released a breath of amusement at her thought. “Honestly, I practically was,” Ivy acknowledged, “and to answer your question I probably wouldn’t have had the courage the talk to you,” she murmured, with a touch of wryness.
That was a statement the clown was not prepared for.
“What?!” Harley shot an astounded glance up at the woman, a slight grin appearing to spread over her toxic lips from the clown’s astonishment.
Ivy blushed with a gentle chuckle, “I’m serious,” she defended. “A pretty girl like you? I doubt I could have built up the nerve to even look you in the eye, much less ever approach you,” she admitted.
“But you’d have been going into your post grad studies when I was just a freshman,” Harley took a second to do the math in her head, “surely ya would’ve been able to talk to a baby underclassman?”
“That’d have been much worse!” the redhead attested, straightening a bit, “I could hardly relate to people my own age much less someone so much younger than myself. You probably would have just made me self-conscious about being seen as an old woman”
The clown snorted at that with a hearty giggle. Ivy felt the sound form a warm bubble in her chest.
“Bold of you to assume Harleen didn’t prefer older women~” the clown purred with a coyness curling over her tongue.
“Oh… so you’re agreeing that I’m old?” Ivy quirked a brow down at the girl.
“Not old you’re…seasoned~” Harley hummed with an exaggerative wave of her fingers. “Aged like an expensive wine,” she grinned with a dash of shit-eating.
“I’ll season you,” the metahuman growled giving a gentle nip to the jester’s neck. Harley laughed as Ivy gently pinned her onto her back across the length of the couch. Their hands locked as the redhead held them down, teething soft marks at her skin.
“Careful, you might pull something…” the clown teased.
Ivy shot her an impressed glance, “you’re really asking for it tonight, aren’t you?” her lips pulled into a surprised yet delighted smirk.
“Depends, red,” Harley purred smugly as her head rested pleasantly back on the cushions, “are you giving?”
“For you sweetheart?” Ivy let the question linger whilst their lips met swiftly but intently. They parted with a purposeful pop, before the redhead answered in a deep murmur, “I’d give you my dying breath”
“Damn,” Harley could have felt her pupils dilate with the rush of heat flowing through her if she focused hard enough, “have I ever told you how incredible you are?” she breathed.
“At least three times a day…which reminds me that’s only the second time you’ve told me that today, Dr Quinzel,” Ivy was glad to bring up with a smirk, “I do believe this rainy weather is clouding your focus”
“Oh, believe me blossom bust, the rain ain’t the one clouding my focus today,” Harley assured as she reached her lips up to match with crimson red. She smiled as she felt the woman’s lipstick stick against her own lips, surely painting them scarlet.
Ivy hummed softly as their lips danced together, bringing a hand up to tangle in dyed hair; Harley wasn’t far behind her, bringing her fingers up to skirt over the back of the botanist’s neck, encouraging the gentle moans which buzzed against the jester’s skin. Harley smiled with pride into the kiss.
When they eventually pulled apart, they were content to just gaze into one another’s eyes for a moment, both women simply appreciating the air around them. A pale hand raised itself to cup a green cheek, the woman who owned it leaning into the touch with a sigh.
“Would I have really left Pamela Isley shaking in her thrifted boots?” Harley quirked a lazy brow up at the woman. Ivy snickered, shifting to lay beside the girl, her elbow propped to hold her chin up in her palm. “I doubt she could have formed a coherent sentence if you approached her,” Ivy insisted.
“I have a hard time imaginin’ that,” Harley smiled, linking their fingers again. The embodiment of a femme fatale if there ever was one—Ivy—being a blushing stammering nerd—Pamela—wasn’t a visual that came easily to mind for Harley. The thought made her heart feel a bit light to be frank. Ivy hardly kept any mementos from her past life—especially photographs of those amongst them. There were only a handful of them the pair had around the house that the metahuman declared permissible (else be completely incinerated). Only from those surviving photos alone was Harley able to capture the faintest of glimpses into what those missed opportunities might have been with the introverted botany student. And quite frankly, Ms Isley took her breath away, in a way so different from how Ivy did—
“You had freckles!?” Harley had practically screamed when Ivy had finally relented and showed her her graduation photo one day after a week of the clown’s persistent begging. “I feel robbed,” she gaped up at the botanist, looking genuinely afflicted.
The villain couldn’t help but chuckle a bit with a faint blush donning her cheeks. “The chlorophyll in my blood that affects my skin pigment changed the way my body interacts with sunlight. It gets converted into glucose rather than affecting my pheomelanin levels in—” she cut her scientific explanation short as she began to see the clown’s eyes slowly drift apart. “Main point: I don’t have freckles anymore,” she resigned to summarize briefly.
“Well, you’re still gorgeous of course red,” the girl assured with a smile, leaning up to steal a kiss on her lover’s cheek. “Freckles just made you all adorable~”
—Harley smiled to herself, remembering how the comment brought out that rare blush from the villain’s cheeks.
“Is this people-shy little Pam-a-lamb still hiding somewhere in there?” she asked rapping her fingertips on the woman’s temples playfully.
“She’s gone…” Ivy said solemnly, in a more bitter tongue than she’d meant. A soft hand stroked over the girl’s arm as a sort of apology. It was accepted when pale fingers intwined with it once again. The clown chewed at her cheek, her heart feeling heavy as the mood shifted around them. The air held a solemness to it that wasn’t there before.
“…That’s too bad,” the girl sighed in acknowledgment, rolling to her side to nuzzle against the redhead once more. “I wish I could have met her…” she mumbled wistfully, letting her blue eyes shut as she lay content enough to take another nap.
Ivy let out a soft breath—a thought mulling over for a moment before she spoke.
“You know,” she began, her tone slow and pensive, “sometimes when we’re together, whenever I’m nervous or when you say something I wasn’t expecting—do something I wasn’t expecting…sometimes I think I catch glimmers of how I used to feel as my old self,” she said. She glanced down to see focused blue eyes on her now wide awake and captivated. “Like…” Ivy took a moment to consider her words, “I’ve had to put up with so much nonsense in my life, my skin has gotten pretty thick over the years. Being with you has made me realize perhaps it’s not so much my skin but maybe it’s a shell. A shell you have a deft skill of worming under, I might add~” she cooed affectionately, slipping a hand beneath the girl’s shirt to spawn a chuckle from pink lips as fingers pinched over her stomach ticklishly.
“—I don’t exactly know how you do it, Harls,” the woman went on, “but…being around you reminds me what it’s like to be human, to not be so in control all the time because…I know with you I don’t have to be,” she concluded genuinely. “You remind me what it’s like to be vulnerable, because you give me the freedom to be. I guess what I’m trying to say is I don’t think anyone has ever given me that before…and I love you so much for that, daffodil.”
She was silent for a beat, just thinking, looking down at her precious girl, she felt a smile tug on her lips at merely the sight of her. She continued. “All that vulnerability stuff’s a feeling I never thought I’d enjoy experiencing again—not after everything Woodrue put me through,” she contested as she looked at the small woman in her arms, this odd little clown that meant the utter world to her, more than she could ever possibly articulate. Where words couldn’t do justice, she offered instead a kiss to her small head. “But damnit Harley, somehow you make me savor that feeling.”
A pink smile broke across a pink blush as blue eyes blinked up tenderly at the heartfelt botanist. “You really mean that red?” Harley uttered, suddenly feeling breathless.
“Of course I do, berry” the woman uttered before she reached slowly down to plant gentle lips against gentle lips.
“Then let’s try it!” the clown grinned enthusiastically up at her when she pulled away.
Ivy blinked, taken aback. “Try what?” she responded in confusion.
“You. Letting go like that,” Harley sat up with earnest to match the woman’s level, “feeling how you used to? Human?” small hands came to smooth down on Ivy’s shoulders. “Vulnerable?” she uttered in a way so soft Ivy swore she felt that voice tickle up her spine in a manner which left goosebumps across her back.
“I—” the redhead felt her brow furrow, “I don’t follow,” she insisted.
“You know just… be awkward-unsure-of-yourself Pamela for a change! Not cool-suave-Ivy who’s got all her sexy affairs figured out,” the blonde explained with exaggerative little finger quotes.
Ivy snickered, “oh yeah?” she humored, folding her arms casually across her chest, “and how do you suggest that happens?”
Harley cupped her face, taking a beat to lean forward a bit while her hands fell to trail all the way down to Ivy’s wrists, carefully untangling them from their folded placement. “Why don’t I take the reigns tonight?” she curved an eyebrow, swaying her—and by extension her girlfriend’s—arms as she spoke. “Reigns as in cuffs…and reigns as in also bed, and blindfold,” she reiterated. “Let me be the dominate one,” she spelled out plainly.
The villain snickered at the proposition at first. Harley had ‘topped’ her in the past on more than one occasion sure, but purely by definition alone. She’d never been the one truly in control of a scene and it was a thought Ivy couldn’t help but find humorous to envision. The humor faded though as she saw the look in the clown’s eyes: that gentle but ultimately very serious look.
Ivy of course hadn’t considered those previous tops had been a while ago now, and Harley’s self-confidence had far beyond sky-rocketed since then…
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked gravely. The girl simply nodded, “as serious a hotdog eating contest induced heart attack blossom butt.”
The villain blinked again, regarding her. Ivy told herself the lump she felt in her throat was imaginary but the bubble of anxiety in her chest proved otherwise. Harley didn’t react to the subtle shift in those green eyes however, she only carried on, calm and unbothered.
“You can say no if you don’t want to of course, it’s alright! But…I think it may help you,” she insisted gently, with a sympathetic pull of her brow. “Ya know, to just sit back and ride the wave. Might help you cope with some less than pleasant past experiences,” she shrugged. Ivy swallowed thickly as her green eyes cast away for a moment.
“I mean, hey,” Harley continued unobtrusively, mindful to keep her tone light and unimposing. “You helped Harleen out of her shell, maybe I could do the same for you…but like in reverse? I mean not to imply there’s some kind of shell to put you in, I just mean let me help a hidden part of you that might want out to come out, yeah?” she said, soft thumbs stroking over evergreen knuckles. “You tripping over what I’m putting down?”
The botanist couldn’t help but chew the inside of her cheek as she thought…and they were thoughts that made her head admittedly a bit dizzy. As she had heartfeltly attested to, Harley did indeed make vulnerability feel nice—but this would be in a position the redhead hadn’t found herself in such a long time, tied down at the complete mercy of another. Not since those ungodly months she was shackled in some lab with a looming figure standing over her indifferent to her suffering, her pain, her fear. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to face something like that again…but then again, when would she be really? Would there ever be a right time to face her trauma again? To overcome and truly strangle it? If and when that time ever did come, Ivy was certain Harley would be in the picture then just as she was offering to be now. She felt her heartrate begin to calm itself as she looked at those gentle blue eyes, full of nothing but patience and love. There was that nice feeling again washing over her. Swaddling her. Taking the weight off her chest.
No…with Harley she wouldn’t be trapped…she would be freed. She only had to take the first step.
Ivy took a careful breath, focusing on the warmth she felt rather than the fear, of the comfort of letting go her girl brought her rather than the rigidity of uncertainty. She let herself marinate in it for a beat, before looking to her girlfriend. Her understanding little Harley.
“Do you truly believe it will help me?” the botanist asked cautiously.
“Well…I think I can speak as an expert on this position given my plentiful hours of experience hogtied on the bed of a certain fiery-haired hottie—” she smirked, earning an affectionate eye roll. “—Being submissive can honestly be way more enriching than you realize. Giving yourself to another person so entirely, it’s a bit daunting at first yeah, but it’s liberating just like you said! It’s the freedom to be vulnerable. You put everything in their hands, all your fears all your worries, your doubts, all of it! You give it all until there’s nothing left but trust. And that trust is what you float on,” she had to tamper her excitement to slow down, fingers dancing over smooth green skin. “And that’s when you feel weightless,” she emphasized in hushed breath, “but you aren’t scared to fall ‘cause you know your partner’s right below you holding you up.” Ivy didn’t doubt for a moment the experience meant a lot to the clown as she looked into that awestruck expression etched deep into her features.
“Let me give that to you, red?” Harley asked, leaning forward intently, “Will you let me hold onto all your fears for you?”
Harley was quiet for a rare moment as she let her request hang in the air. Ivy simmered in it for a few moments.
“…You really think that will work?” the villain asked slowly.
“If I still had my psychiatric license this is the part where I’d leave you with a vague yet uncondemning: ‘it wouldn’t hurt to try’….but since that license smoldered in flames along with the rest of my career I’m going to give you an honest: ‘I have no fucking clue’” she shrugged.
Maybe it was that little shrug, maybe it was the bluntness of her voice, or even the little wrinkle in her nose left over from her grin—but something spurred warm laughter out of Ivy’s throat.
And that was enough of an answer for her.
“Why the hell not?” the redhead shrugged. “Screw it. Sure”
Harley could have grown stars in her eyes. “Really!?” she beamed. Ivy chuckled.
“There’s no one I’d trust more to do this with than you, daffodil,” she smiled, “so…yes”
The clown beamed up at her before small arms found her ribs, curling around them to an almost painful degree. “This is gonna be fucking great just you see!” she bellowed in excitement, “I mean we’ll take it slow of course don’t worry, but slow don’t equal no fun!” she smiled, hopping up from the couch. “Oh, I’m gonna need my own really cool really sexy dominant name!” she was buzzing at this point as Ivy watched her with mirth. She was like a child that got permission to stay up past their bedtime.
“Mistress?” the redhead offered.
“Nah something better,” the blonde dismissed quickly with a wave of her hand, “ ‘Queen’ feels a bit too pretentious…” she paced as she thought, a hand to her chin, “heh, I think you wear the ‘mommy’ pants in this dynamic…” she smirked to herself at her own joke. “ ‘Ma’am’ is kind of boring…the ‘doctor’ thing’s gotta have a story behind it,” she stopped pacing as she bit her lip with frustration, “I need a badass word! Like ‘master’ or something…but make it feminine.”
“Like…mistress?” Ivy offered again, raising a dull brow.
The clown sighed, her shoulders falling in defeat. “Yeah, I guess that’ll have to do…” She turned to the woman still seated on the couch, placing her hands on the backrest at either side of Ivy’s head. “You know the safe word, right hot cakes?” she prompted in a low, yet utterly Harley voice.
“ ‘Gardens’,” Ivy answered easily, “…and I may just use it if you call me that again,” she smirked. Harley chuckled impishly.
“Let’s get this train in fucking motion then~”
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They clinked softly behind her back.
Usually, Ivy would object to being handcuffed, but the pink fuzz around her wrists was soft, almost kissing her skin, and the offender doing the cuffing was much cuter than any pig who’d ever cuffed her in the past, so the redhead couldn’t find it in herself to complain.
“Handcuffs?” Ivy raised a brow a bit critically with an almost fluffy amusement latent in her throat, a master watching the pupil demonstrate their skills outside of the classroom for the first time. “Going with the classics I see,” she hummed smoothly. She leaned back a bit in her chair where Harley had settled her down once they’d both disrobed—the botanist more than the blonde in this case. Ivy sported nothing but a birthday suit, whilst Harley modeled a set of modestly used lingerie as per her efforts in ‘wearing the steamy pants tonight’ as it were in her words. In execution however, the ensemble only made Ivy’s cheeks warm with affection rather than carnal desire.
“Thought we’d start off slow,” the blond responded a purposeful smirk, “let ya warm up a bit before getting to the spicier stuff~”
Ivy chuckled, the botanist couldn’t help it, her daffodil just wore confidence too well as she came sauntering over wielding a slim riding crop in her hands, her milk skin outlined in black thin fabric that patterned diamonds across her body.
“I see…” the redhead purred slowly, mulling over the clown’s supposed plan, “so the crop isn’t part of the spice?” she remarked, crossing her legs smoothly and casually over one another as she sat back.
“Nah,” Harley mused as she twirled the thing about between her fingers like a little baton, “it’s like the hot sauce, it adds a kick to the meal but the thing its coating isn’t spicy itself,” she explained in her own brand of logic. “Ya follow?”
“I follow that someone had lunch too early and now she’s hungry…hence all the food allegory,” Ivy hummed with a faint smirk.
“Oh, don’t worry babe—” Harley hummed, coming to a stop in front of the seated woman. She placed a hand on the ear of the chair as she let the pad of the crop in the other drift down and down across a set of green ribs, then over a hip, then over a thigh. Ivy suppressed a shudder. The girl came down to whisper into the woman’s ear, “—you’re the only meal I’m craving tonight~”
A delicious shiver rippled over Ivy’s skin like a warm breeze, igniting her with a hungry excitement for more. She leaned up to connect their lips but was met with the pleather, heart shaped pad of the riding crop.
“Ah-ah-ah” the blonde crooned, a gleeful yet devilish twinkle to her blue little eye. “Who’s in charge tonight Pam-a-lamb?”
Ivy sat back again, with a light sigh, “you are mistress,” she answered with a cool resignment. Harley’s face could have split from her smile, Ivy felt herself smile as well—she was still struggling to take Harley in her role seriously…she was just too cute for her own good.
“And none of that now!” Harley ordered, tapping the woman’s crossed knees disapprovingly with the crop. Ivy blinked a bit from the suddenness of the command, uncrossing her legs abruptly, more so in surprise than obedience. “No suave Ivy tonight red. As much as that shit gets me hot and very much bothered that’s not what this is all about,” the clown insisted gesturing the whip in her hands. Without breaking eye contact, Harley slowly lowered herself to straddle over the woman’s long, bare legs. Ivy’s breath stunted itself a bit as the gentle weight was enough to keep her legs pinned in place. An ounce of anxiety threatened to bubble up in her chest as she began to feel trapped…however it was quickly quelled by the clown’s heated skin against her body, grounding her with its assuring warmth. Ivy took a light breath as she calmed again…and also couldn’t help but wonder just how turned on Harley was getting from this sudden power shift if her body heat was anything to go by.
“Tonight’s about breaking down these walls of yours Pam-a-lamb,” Harley was happy to reiterate the objective, bopping her lover’s nose gently with the butt of the whip. “It may take me a second or two to get you all sweet and tender,” she hummed, stroking a warm hand up her side, “but you’re gonna be like a cute lump of dough by the end of tonight, just you wait,” the girl boasted with a toothy smile, the spitting image of bratty dominance.
“Heh-heh,” Ivy chuckled. She leaned forward to playfully challenge Harley’s gaze, which the clown, to her credit, met unblinkingly. “I can’t wait to see~” she purred smoothly.
A smile wrinkled itself around blue eyes. Harley could tell Ivy was still skeptical of her abilities, but it didn’t bother her personally. She knew her Pam well and true by this point, she was playing up the confidence to compensate on her lack of control over the situation. It was a tried and true defense mechanism. More sass equaled a greater sense of comfort in unfamiliar times—but Harley also knew how to get under all of that. She just had to be patient and work down those walls until Ivy finally swallowed her pride and relaxed enough to accept sweet submission. Harley wasn’t a particularly patient person, unless of course it was in reference to Ivy…and Ivy alone. For her she had all the patience in the world and then some.
“Oh, you definitely will blossom baby,” Harley insisted, she leaned forward slowly, stretching her arms ought to rest her elbows on the top rail of the chair on either side of Ivy’s head. A silence hung before her voice lowered to a velvety timbre like melted dark chocolate, “you will~”
The hungry look behind blue eyes gave the redhead a slight pause, for the first time tonight she felt an unfamiliar flutter in her stomach, like something had dropped and melted inside of her, aching to pool and escape.
It wouldn’t be the last time she felt that sensation tonight…
Their eyes remained locked, unwavering, unblinkling as pale fingers traveled up to find purchase with toxic red lips. Baby blue’s seemed to be peering into the redhead’s mind as Harley’s fingers traced over Ivy’s lips, slowly but intentionally, until they finally found a way past them.
The clown bit her own bottom lip as she watched the villain wrap her lips eagerly around her digits, coating them in sweet nectar. After a moment Harley removed them to get a taste herself, lapping up her lover’s wonderful taste before dragging those damp warm fingers down between the valley of the woman’s breasts. Harley could have been hypnotized by the sight of those swells of voluptuous muscle—how they would bob and sink with each breath the redhead took.
“You gotta killer rack, red,” Harley breathed, voice holding nothing but admiration.
“Thank you~” Ivy purred, “You going to give them the honor they deserve?” she probed with a playful smirk.
“In a sec…right now I just wanna look at ‘em,” the clown admitted, coming down to rest her forehead against Ivy’s shoulders to gaze down at the pair as her hand traveled further still, all the way until they reached the valley of soft thighs.
Harley bit her lip as those nipples raised to meet her when the redhead took in a gentle breath at the soft, teasing touch of wet fingers caressing against her folds. Green eyes fluttered lazily closed as skilled digits prodded her pussy; Ivy sighed as they nudged purposefully, enough to stem a reaction from her throat but not to feed the flames so to speak. It didn’t bother the redhead though, she knew she wouldn’t have to wait long for the fun to begin, Harley was never one to draw out foreplay…she didn’t have the patience bless her heart.
“—You doing good, dandelioness?” the clown soft inquiry broke the woman’s train of thought.
“Yes. Though I think I could be doing better if you know what I mean, my mistress,” the woman replied sultrily, teasingly rolling her hips into the clown’s hand. Harley giggled. “Don’t worry we’ll get there. We’re just warming up the burners before setting the pan on…we ain’t nowhere near cookin’ just yet”
“You’re still hungry—hsss” the woman’s quip was cut short by the hiss of air through her teeth as the pad of the crap came down gently at the side of her tit. She blinked up at the clown, less out of surprise from her, but of herself from the twitch she felt from between her legs from the action.
“Now is that any attitude to have with your mistress, red?” the girl questioned with a cutting, yet wickedly delighted tongue.
“I suppose not—hss,” Ivy hissed again, as the pad came down on the opposite breast. Her pussy quivered again.
“I hope you didn’t bring a naughty attitude tonight, dandelioness,” the clown cooed. “This poor little girl ain’t cut out for righting that much behavior,” she insisted, stroking over the whip in her hands. “She was made with the simpler things in mind…like making these beauties bounce,” Harley hummed, giving another gentle slap to the pair of breasts.
Ivy made the mistake of not clenching her jaw, hence her would-be hiss came out as a soft moan instead. The redhead looked up just in time to catch the blonde’s eyes twinkle in delight. She giggled impishly. “And by the sounds of it, she’s awfully good at it”
Harley brought the pad down to a soft touch, just around the edge of her lover’s nipple where she then slowly, ever so slowly, circled it with just the edge. “I just hope your attitude don’t distract her from doing her job”
“It won’t, mistress,” Ivy breathed as steadily as she could, between the gentle thwacks to her bossom. “I’m sorry”
Harley grinned softly.
“Good girl~” she hummed, letting her words hang in the air for a beat, pretending not to notice the way Ivy’s hips twitched just ever so slightly from those sweet words before she punctuated them with another deft smack to her boobs.
Ivy cried out louder than she’d intended to this time…it didn’t help that Harley had returned to stroking across her slit again, heightening the sensations echoing from her chest.
The clown felt a warmth bubble between her ribs as she watched those green eyes flutter with desire, the gentle sweat protrude against her temples, her body’s attempt to move towards the stimulus yearning to be recognized. Gone was the tightly kempt seductress she was so used to seeing, here in her wake laid a gorgeous flower fluttering delicately in the wind, letting its petals flap against its control amidst the elements imploring to undo it. And Harley oh so couldn’t wait to undo it.
“Say it red,” she breathed in the woman’s ear, the heat of her breath fogging over Ivy’s skin as it did her mind, “say you need me”
“I…I need you mistress,” Ivy uttered, moaning softly as the crop came down once more. She could have sworn it stung a bit more now that Harley had entered a coy finger inside of her to tease slowly in and out.
“Say you’re mine,” the clown uttered as if she didn’t have enough breath in her lungs to support her words.
“I’ve always been yours,” Ivy responded without hesitation, “and always will be.” The sincerity in her testimony caught the blonde off guard in the best of ways. Harley grinned, donning a sweet kiss to the woman’s temple.
“Are you gonna give yourself to me Ivy?” Harley breathed, stroking the twin areolae with the edge of the crop again, biting back a smirk at the way those tits stood up as if to reach out for more. “Are you going to surrender?”
She saw the botanist’s throat bob with a swallow of hesitation, a few moments passed before the villain managed her answer. “…I’ll do my best mistress”
“That’s all mistress wants~” Harley purred, connecting their lips into a heated kiss, tongues dancing together.
Ivy whined into it as those skilled fingers at her cunt increased their efforts…but it was only for a teasing moment. They stopped as soon as the blonde pulled back abruptly.
“Welp!” Harley announced, her volume loud enough to give the redhead a jolt from its suddenness. She hopped off the woman’s lap spontaneously, “I think that’s enough teasing, let’s get to the good stuff!” she decided with a devilish grin only she knew the context behind.
The clown sauntered off to the corner of the room. “Hold this will ya?” she called over her shoulder, tossing the crop over to the bound woman who obviously couldn’t catch it. Ivy unceremoniously watched the thing bounced across the floor beside her.
“I think these’ll be good!” the clown declared with a smile when she’d found her prize and returned to the botanist. She presented her treasure, the pink little twin cups. Ivy knew exactly where they were going. The hungry twinge between her legs made itself known once more. She could practically feel herself dripping onto the wood below her.
“I know you’re fond of these ones, aren’t you?” Harley mused, running a sly tongue over her teeth as she turned over the devices in her hands.
“I am when you’re holding them,” Ivy managed through a watering mouth.
Harley tutted, she pouted in her lip as she retrieved her whip from the ground, giving the redhead a displeased bop atop her mane of crimson hair.
“Ahem…I am when you’re holding them, mistress,” Ivy correctly, in an overly courteous tone.
“Better!” the clown smiled happily.
“And I’m definitely gonna be using them baby, trust me…” Harley purred, her voice dropping to that low scratchy timbre that made the villain’s stomach do flips. It was doing a lot of those tonight. Blue eyes didn’t blink, nor leave the woman’s face as the blonde brought one of the humble toys across Ivy’s side, switching it on to its lowest setting and watching as the redhead sucked in a soft breath at the vibration buzzing across her skin like a promise of what was to come. The blonde’s teeth shone brightly in the dim light of the room as she repeated in a haughty whisper, “…Trust me~”
Pamela swallowed.
“But first I get a taste!” she insisted, shifting back down into her straddle, “I think mistress deserves that.” Pink lips attached around a dark nipple, coating them softly with a warm wetness before moving to its twin. Green eyes fluttered a bit with a gasp of air, Ivy bit her lip softly as she shifted in her chair, unable to move much beneath the weight of her lover atop her. The lack of mobility made her heart pound faster, but the gentle hands running up her sides kept any panic that might have surfaced at bay…and that sweet tongue suckling her breasts certainly did their part as well.
When Harley was satisfied, she leaned up again, presenting her toys in each hand. “Who’d like to go first?” she grinned coyly, rolling the cups delicately between her fingers.
“Whichever suits you best, mistress,” Ivy breathed, the weight of the cuffs began to feel heavy on her wrists as the fact she wouldn’t be moving until Harley wanted her to was beginning to sink in. Her fingers held a tingle to them as the realization manifested in a buzz through her limbs.
The clown giggled impishly, “now you’re getting it, garden bed~” she purred approvingly. She brought one of the little devices carefully to the woman’s right breast, raising it to align with her nipple before latching it on. She gave a moment for the gentle suction to take before letting go and leaving the thing in place.
“Is that ok?” the girl asked softly, that devilish edge to her gaze leaving to check in with her lover.
Ivy nodded, “yeah, it’s comfortable,” she assured. Harley smiled kindly, “good!” she beamed, stealing a quick kiss to the woman’s temple. “Let’s get her sister comfortable~” she hummed repeating the process over the left nipple until they were both equally attended to. She smiled at her handiwork for a moment, before flipping the little switch in her hand and setting them alight.
Ivy’s spine arched from the back of the chair as she sucked in a bit of air as the little bristles inside the cups came alive, rubbing gently against her nipples as the whole of the apparatus began to vibrate. A warmth sparked in her chest that melted down all the way between her legs as she felt her pussy gently throb at the attention her other half was receiving.
Somewhere vaguely in Ivy’s mind she heard the clown chuckle. “This is gonna be fun,” Harley grinned, taking a deft hold of the redhead’s chin to raise it up, pulling her toxic lips into a fevered kiss. Their mouths molded into one another as if trying to fuse, before a clever pink tongue wove itself way inside the other, brushing over every nook as if committing it to delicate memory. Harley’s giggle bubbled out of her throat as she felt the delicate tremors of a not-quite-there- moan echo through the woman at her mercy. She let her hands fall down to palm around her throat, as if to feel the quakes there better. She traced over the delicate veins her fingers found, as if they were drawing them across Ivy’s skin. Harley felt them pulse with life as the buzzing droned on like a symphony, accompanied by gasps every so often.
The kiss was broken with the sounds of a soft swish of air, a slap, and a gasp. Harley giggled as she tenderly tapped the outside of the woman’s thigh with the crop, creating not exactly a sting but a little sizzle…for flavor as she mentioned.
“Bet you forgot about her, didn’t you?” the clown teased, twirling the thing skillfully between her fingers before it came down on her lover thigh again, a bit stronger this time. Ivy shifted a bit in her seat as her pussy throbbed with need once more, fiercer this time.
“Honestly, I did mistress,” Ivy admitted in a breathy tone, the little silicone teeth rubbing over her nipples was affectively beginning to cloud her mind.
Harley tutted, “aw you’re gonna hurt her feelings, red” the clown lamented, bringing the whip to her face to regard it like a scolded pet. “Apologize,” she smiled, holding the heart shaped pad to red lips. Ivy held back a roll of her eyes, before leaning forward to kiss it, leaving a light lipstick stain which seemed to make Harley happy. She brought the pad down, and down before it just barely kissed against the woman’s unsuspecting pussy. Ivy gasped in surprise, unable to help squirming where she sat. The clown chuckled wordlessly, tapping gently a few more times before resting it between the folds of her woman hood, teasing it coyly up and down across the wet slit. “Oh good, she forgives you Pammy,” Harley grinned, rutting the toy against her lover, watching with a mirthful eye as she slowly, but steadily was beginning to unwind her coils.
Ivy’s moan stunted in her throat, as the pad teased against just the right spot. Her hips moved to meet it enthusiastically, yet all to quickly it disappeared before making itself known softly across the side of her ass. The botanist cried out delicately, fighting the cuffs at her wrists to move, yet only finding frustration.
“Now now~” Harley teased impishly, “I don’t think mistress told you to do that blossom, did she?”
“No mistress,” Ivy panted, she bit her lip to suppress a moan when the bristles on her tits picked up the pace on their task, exciting tingles all through her bosom. “Ah…forgive me”
“Aw you’re forgiven, doll face,” Harley replied immediately with a smile and a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Mistress just wants to play a bit more before she gives you a treat,” she smiled, bringing the crop to her own face once more to run her pink tongue over the dripping heart, collecting the warm release. Ivy felt her breath shudder in her lungs as she watched the girl lick it clean. Harley smirked as she noticed she was being watched, effectively leaning forward, “taste how bad you want me, babe,” she uttered before joining their lips once again. Ivy moaned shamelessly into the kiss as the sweet taste of her own desperate nectar met her tongue. It was shortlived as little teeth soon found her poisonous lip tugging it firmly but gently. Ivy had a funny feeling they were going to swell in the morning…
Sharp teeth moved lower, finding her neck to suckle on as a sly hand switched the nipple cups up to their next level without warning. Harley giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as the redhead moaned and twitched her hips desperately.
Soft lips peppered over a shuddering throat while eager hands palmed over the bottom of the woman’s full and tender breasts. The twofold stimulation spurred a cry in Pamela’s throat, Harley cherished the rare but beautiful sound as she gently massaged the underside of her boobs.
“Ya know…I wonder if I can make you come without touching you down there…” the jester mused aloud, leaning back to wickedly look the botanist in the eye, “wanna place some bets Pam-a-lamb?”
“Not really,” the botanist just managed to respond in a gasp.
The clown pouted her lip as she tilted her head, “no?” she cooed.
“No! Harl—mistress…mistress, please touch me,” the redhead uttered.
“Hmmm I dunno, red,” Harley hummed in thought, a hand on her chin as she eyes drifted off to somewhere. “I kinda wanna see if I can. I mean, stop me if I’m wrong but you’re dripping like a cat caught in the rain down there,” she grinned, prompting a gasp from the squirming woman when the handle of the whip came down unsuspectingly to gather a slick collection of appreciation. Harley licked it clean once again, making sure she never broke eye contact with the woman below her—a grin pulled at her lips when she saw something twitch behind green eyes. “See?” the jester raised her brow suggestively, “all that ambrosia from just playing with your tiddies for a bit. I think you doubt yourself, red,” the clown decided, her pale hands coming up to cup the woman’s face right across her jawline. “Now we can’t have anyone doubting my flawless girl can we? Especially not herself of all peoples.”
Ivy released an irritated breath through a locked jaw…which admittedly sounded like a growl. “Fine,” she yielded before a soft cry came with the sudden arrival of the whip which met upon her thigh, “yes mistress!”
“Good girl!” the clown smiled. Perhaps it was the nipple cups gaining yet another setting in speed, but Ivy could have sworn she felt a buzz inside her chest at those two little words.
“Maybe ya just need a little something to busy your mind with, so your body can do its thing for you itself?” the blonde proposed thoughtfully. She planted her feet to the ground to rise to a stand over the seated woman so that her small breasts were eyelevel with her. “I’m giving your girls attention, how about returnin’ the favor to mistress?” Harley purred.
“Y-yes mistress,” Ivy replied, leaning forward to connect her tongue to the petite nipple in front of her.
Harley sucked in a sharp breath as that wet warmth latched onto her. She groaned in pleasure as she let her head fall back, a pale hand came to tangle in red hair encouragingly as Ivy suckled against her. “Oh, fuck red,” the jester hissed, pulling her teeth between her lip, “god you’re good that.” The clown was content to moan shamelessly as she played with the dial for the cups, leaving Pamela with an unpredictable pattern of stimulation. The woman whimpered as her pussy throbbed and leaked against her thighs. For a moment she was curious if her release may cascade off the edge.
“M-mistress, please,” the redhead begged against her soft pale skin, her eyes soft and yearning, “please Harley,” she whispered. The small tone of her voice caught the girl’s immediate attention. She waisted no time shifting down again.
"You ok?" Harley whispered softly, blue eyes scanning over her.
The redhead fought to speak, pleasure taking its hold over her tongue like a grip. As her lack of response continue to hold in the air, Ivy began to feel the cups to loose their steam as the clown steadily lowered them, much to the woman's dismay. Adrenaline surged through her chest as she practically screamed: "FUCK ME PLEASE!" she cried without any sense of decency, more concerned with loosing the wonderful sensations across her skin than maintaining any breath of dignity.
"P-please mistress...please I need your help. Please fuck me!" she begged, green eyes watered and pleading.
Harley's eyes dilated, whether from adoration, arousal, or ego she couldn't say. What she did say though was—
“Oh you can so fucking count on that dandelioness~”
Ivy’s eyes had begun to blur a bit with tears, leading her to lose her sights on where the blonde had disappeared to. That was until she felt the hands spreading her thighs and the tongue slipping into her cunt.
“SHIT!” Ivy screamed. Harley barely had to do much before the woman came…but that didn’t mean the clown stopped. She kept going, licking dutifully through her lover’s long awaited orgasm, catching the release and stroking for more. She didn’t let up, not after the first, nor the second, but finally after the third consecutive orgasm the villain had in her.
Harley found herself feeling a tad guilty…she hadn’t realized just how well she had wound the redhead up.
“Damn…I’m pretty good at that, huh,” she uttered flatly as she leaned back to wipe the mess from her chin with the back of her hand. Harley looked up to see Ivy’s head had fallen back as she panted for breath, her chest glistening with perspiration as her breasts shuddered beautifully from the continued vibration of the cups on her tits.
Harley smirked at the sight, "I think someone had fun..." she cooed, tapping a gentle finger to the tip of one of the devices, eliciting a weak moan from the botanist’s exhausted throat as her hips twitched lethargically. The clown giggled, coming up once more to connect their lips, as if she intended to breathe life into the breathless woman she loved so. She was pleasantly surprised when said woman responded with just as much vigor, apparently invigorated and hungry for more.
“Yeah…” Ivy panted when they broke apart, “yeah you are pretty damn good at that,” she smirked. The clown giggled, planting sloppy kisses over the woman’s cheek without purpose. "Helps when I got a great muse to work with blossom baby," Harley smiled against her.
She nuzzled against the woman contently for a breath, before leaning back to look her gently in the eye. “How you doing, Pammy?” the blonde asked tenderly. "Do you need a break?"
“I'm fine," the botanist assured through her panting breath, "…do you mind turning them off for a minute, though?” she requested.
Harley obliged easily, opting to gently remove the cups all-together. “Better?” she asked carefully.
“Yeah,” Ivy nodded, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a sigh.
The clown watched her proudly, just taking in the sight of her spent and sated from pleasure. “How do we feel about round two?" she asked kindly, "...well round four I supposed if I counted what was happening down there correctly, heh," she chuckled impishly to herself. "But it's totally up to you Ives. We can stop here for now...or if ya wanna, we can keep going?” the clown asked gently, her eyes patient and undemanding.
Ivy took a deep sigh as her breathing finally evened out. She met the clown’s gaze with an almost challenging glint in her eye. She leaned forward playfully, much to her girlfriend’s amusement. “Absolutely mistress~” the woman purred with smirk.
Harley giggled impishly, cupping the woman’s face to pull her into a chaste kiss.
“Great!” she grinned, blinking down at the woman as the softness in her eyes gave way to that heated impishness once more.
“I wanna give you your treat~”