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Harley and Ivy pulled up the driveway as it began to sprinkle snow.
Thala’s house was like a beacon in the night when they arrived, the lights inside set to a timer to prevent Thala from stumbling in the dark before she passed away, no longer able to stumble at all. Not like the two women that stumbled over the threshold, Harley supporting Ivy’s weight as they rushed inside into the warm home.
Harley was still numb despite the time passing in the car, and Ivy was truly unsurprised. Her eyes couldn’t leave the floor, save for the quick sweep of her eyes across the humble living room they stood in. Ivy guided her to the worn sofa and took away the bloody jacket, replacing it with a soft woolen blanket instead. Kneeling in front of her, she began unfastening Harley’s sparkly black heels, frowning at the blistered skin of her heel. She always prioritized the eyes of others, her brand of fashion, over her own wellbeing.
“Stop.” Harley spoke at last. “You don’t have to…you’re injured.”
“No, you don’t have to.” Ivy shook her head, holding back a wince at a new throb of pain. “I heal fast anyway. I’ll be better by sunrise.”
Harley gently guided Ivy’s jaw up with soft fingertips, her eyes red and puffy, a portrait of misery. “Then let me take care of you until the sun rises. Please.”
With such a soft plea, how could Ivy say no? “Before you do anything, let’s get you in a warm bath.”
“Only if you join. I don’t…I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Neither did Ivy.
The upstairs bathroom was small. The old tub, clawfooted, barely had enough room for Ivy, being exceptionally taller than the blonde. Harley helped her undress, unzipping the ruined blue velvet from her green skin reverently. Despite having done this once before, a second time wasn’t enough to keep her from blushing head to toe. She wondered if Harley noticed.
Harley unhooked Ivy’s bra, allowing her heavy breasts to fall free with a rush of relief on Ivy’s end.
“It’s already closing up.” Harley paid no mind to Ivy’s nearly full nudeness. “It will probably hurt a lot when I wash it. Does…does your body, I dunno, disinfect itself or something? Do I need to use, like, peroxide or some kind of disinfectant? Should I bandage it? Gosh, that’ll hurt, too. I don’t want you to hurt, you already –”
“Harley.” Ivy cupped Harley’s chin, a mirror of her action in the living room. “Relax as best you can. I’ll be fine. I might need a bit of bandaging, but that can wait. Okay?”
Harley nodded. “Hard to say no to those green eyes of yours. Do you have that effect on everyone?”
“Suppose.” Not that it ever mattered to Ivy who felt what when they looked at her. Except the woman in front of her. She moved to help Harley undress, but the blonde stopped her. “What? Changed your mind?”
“No,” Harley shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “There you go, helping me over yourself. Maybe we have that in common.”
She pulled Ivy’s panties off and started to shed her own red mini dress. Ivy looked away, feeling guilty at the heat that brewed in her belly at the sight despite the blonde’s obvious current turmoil.
“It’s been a while since we took a bath together.” Harley shucked her undergarments to the floor. “Guess it’ll feel a little different now, right?”
Because they’d had sex, had known each other’s bodies more intimately than they ever had before. “Maybe. Definitely never had one together with a bullet wound before,” she joked.
Harley, surprisingly, chuckled quietly. She started the hot water and scooped up their discarded clothing.
“Got a hamper somewheres?” She asked, looking awfully cute holding a pile of laundry while naked without a care in the world to cover herself up. It felt…homey, in a way it never had before.
“In the bedroom, the room on the right of us.”
“Roger.” Her walk was almost her normal little skip.
Ivy finally let herself hunch with pain. It had been a long, long time since the last time she was shot. The time before, Detective Montoya managed to sneak past Ivy’s vines, having been distracted by a cop lunging for Harley. Harley had always been her weakness, and there was nothing in the world that would change that, nearly to her dismay. She knew she should hate it. That anyone else would have been thoroughly done away with after even the first time they became a distraction.
Harley had always been her favorite distraction.
“Okay.” Harley came back and Ivy straightened quickly, ignoring the blight of pain at the quick movement. “Do you think we could add some bubbles? Wait, I doubt you have anything in the first place.”
Ivy added some liquid bath bubbles, from a gift set Thala had had in the sink cabinet, into the water as it filled the last half. Harley smiled broadly at the sight of water lily-scented suds filling the tub.
“You first,” Harley gestured to the water. “You’re taller and I want to feel small and wrapped up, does that make sense?”
“Yes.” It made total sense, as Ivy wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around Harley the way curling ivy vines did a house. “But you also just want to use my boobs as a pillow.”
“A lady can’t enjoy a perk?” Finally, a full smile.
Ivy got in, sinking joyfully into the steaming hot water, and Harley joined after, sitting on her lap. The paler woman shivered in delight as real warmth engulfed her at last.
“The only good thing about winter is Christmas.” Harley sighed wistfully. “I hate being cold.”
“Harley, you’re Jewish.”
“Yeah, but you get more presents for Christmas. Remember that year you grew me a wooden bat? That was probably the best gift I’d had in years. Probably because you didn’t steal it. Made it special. You make so many things special, somehow.”
An emotion caught in Ivy’s throat, threatening to spill out and ruin everything. Harley made everything special. Right at the edge of her lips were words that would change their lives, and in what direction Ivy had no clue. She just knew she had to choke it back, swallow it whole, bring everything to halt.
Suddenly, Harley turned in the tub, resting her head on Ivy’s belly just above the waterline, right beneath her breasts, right beneath her heart.
“I’m so sorry.” Her voice was a whisper, yet somehow too loud for the room. “You got hurt because of me.”
“I would take any bullet for you.”
“I know,” Harley breathed.
“You can’t be comfortable like that.”
“No, I’m not comfortable that you would take a bullet for me, of course not.”
“I hope you get used to it, because it won’t change, and...no, I meant the way you’re lying in the water.”
“Oh,” Harley blinked. “Well, I guess not. I just wanted to see your face. I just wanted to see how you’re feeling, you’re so hard to read sometimes. I’m not used to not bein’ able to read someone. You’re different.”
“Bad different?”
“No,” Harley shook her head, “good different.”
They left the tub with some effort on Ivy’s end. Harley was plenty strong enough to help Ivy out of the bath, but the act was a strain on her injury. Harley’s breathing was entirely dedicated to apologizing for the subsequent two minutes it took to dry Ivy off and look for bandages in the medicine cabinet. Ivy sat on the closed toilet, shivering and wrapped in a towel.
“I’m pretty good at wrappin’ up boo-boos.” Harley assured her as she wound the gauze around her shoulder. “I was basically nurse for…well, you know who and the fellas. There, you said you’ll be all healed up by mornin’, you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Ivy sighed with relief. The even pressure of the bandage somehow soothed some of the pain, keeping the flesh still.
“I know it’s almost 1 a.m., but I’m starved. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and that was an ice cream sandwich and a frou-frou spritzer I made. Some kinda wine and club soda. Mad delish.”
“You want dinner?”
“Pleeeeease. I can cook us somethin’, no problem.”
“I’m sure you are, but there’s not much in the kitchen…and we should get dressed first.”
“What? You don’t want to see me naked in nothin’ but an apron? Wouldn’t that be so funny?” Harley laughed.
Ivy felt a throb in her core. It wouldn’t be funny in the least. God, Harley was such a tease without even trying. In the end, they compromised on robes instead of total nakedness. Harley looked adorable in one of Ivy’s faded blue robes, the length of it utterly too long for how short the other woman was. She moved between cupboards, finding cans and boxes of things. The refrigerator was mostly empty. She pulled out a box of pancake mix and got to work.
“How long’ve you been staying here?” Harley asked, her back to Ivy as she began stirring the pancake batter with a fork. “This kinda place is different than where you usually hide.”
“It’s part of the appeal,” Ivy said, adjusting the tie on her robe for what felt like the dozenth time. “I, uh, I actually inherited the place.”
Harley’s head swiveled around nearly as perfectly as an owl. “Wait, really? I thought your family, well, y’know, disowned you? Like mine.”
“Oh, they have.” Ivy scoffed bitterly, shrugging her shoulders. “Don’t worry about that. The woman who owned this house before, Thala, I took care of her for a while before she passed away of old age.”
“That’s really unlike you, but I like that it’s unlike you.” Harley started flipping the pancakes. “How did that end up happening?”
“I was looking for a way to lie low from the Bat. It had been two months since what I did that got him on my tail in the first place, but I needed to get back to Gotham.”
“Why didn’t you just go somewhere tropical? You love the rainforests.” Harley plated up a stack on a china plate.
Right. Why didn’t she leave? “Too many of my things are here, too many…projects.”
“So this Thala person,” Harley hazarded the question as she set the table with their plates. “Was she a friend or…?”
“More like a grandmother,” Ivy smiled softly, knowing the question Harley was asking without asking.
“Oh,” the blonde chuckled breathlessly in relief. “I’m sorry for your loss. Did you bond?”
“We had more in common than I thought. Her greenhouse was immaculate; it was a pleasure to live in the little adjoined room.”
“I know you can, whaddya call it? Absorb your green skin coloring, but did she ever suspect you were Poison Ivy?”
“She was mostly blind, so I doubt so. It was weird, though. The whole thing. I’m still unsure if I enjoyed it. I felt…exposed, somehow.”
Harley put a pat of vegan butter on Ivy’s pancakes. “Exposed? Even though she was blind?”
“Maybe especially?” Ivy tentatively started eating. “She couldn’t see that I was Poison Ivy, like we said. She couldn’t see me at all, not really. Only hear me and feel me when I’d help her get around. I gave her my old name to use, and it all felt like…like she didn’t see me as I am, but as I was.”
“The Pamela you always try to leave behind.” Harley noted sagely. “You’re right, it was like exposing a wound.”
Her eyes went back to the bandages around Ivy’s shoulder.
“Stop thinking about it.” Ivy shifted to cover it better with her robe.
“Can’t.” Harley said plainly, making puncturing spots in her pancakes with her fork. “Ivy?”
“Yes, baby?”
She looked up at Ivy with tears suddenly running down her cheeks. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”
Ivy’s chair scraped against the floor and she embraced Harley, knees on the floor. “It’s all right. Cry. Cry as much as you like.”
“I h – hate that I – everything. I hate everything about everything. I’m so mad. I’m so angry. My heart’s being ripped in two, my brain is on fire. I’m on fire, Pammy.”
Maybe it wasn’t the right time, but something they both needed. She cupped Harley’s cheeks in her hands, thumbs wiping tears, and kissed the salt from her trembling eyelids. Then Harley connected them with their lips. Firm, urgent, a balm for their pain. Harley reacted eagerly, wrapping all of herself around Ivy, tightly, and desperate as their kissing. Ivy’s arms held her, cradled her, sheltered her. Harley didn’t deserve more pain.
“Can we go to bed? I’m so tired.” Harley’s voice was raw and ragged, from kissing and tears. “My body and my head, it’s all so tired.”
Despite her wound, Ivy picked Harley up, keeping her wrapped around herself. Harley protested, but Ivy silenced her protests with a finger to her lips.
“It’s not a chore to care for you, Harley. It’s one of the easiest things I could do.”
Harley nodded and hid her face in Ivy’s neck. Ivy brought Harley up the stairs to the master bedroom, a small space she had yet to fully redecorate, and perhaps never would. There was so much of its previous inhabitant in there that it felt like a testament to her memory. Trinkets lined the surface of her dresser vanity, figurines were lined up on shelves, and a framed portrait of violets and daffodils hung over the modest queen-sized bed. She’d replaced the mattress and sheets, but that was about it. Even Thala’s clothes remained in the closet.
What a cruel thing, to grow old as a human and be forgotten by the world, your loved ones. In a way, Ivy was glad she was there for the woman in the days of her life.
She sat Harley down on the edge of the bed and gently removed her robe. “I have some thermal clothes that I wear to bed. Would you like to wear a spare pair, or one of my t-shirts? Whatever you want.”
“I’m supposed to take care of you, until sunrise, right?” Harley wiped her eyes and stood with determination, despite the obvious misery on her face. “I’ll help ya get dressed.”
And Harley did. She gently brought the waffle-knit thermal shirt over Ivy’s head and slowly brought it down over her bandaged injury. Then helped her shimmy into her pants so as to not further jostle the wound. She went to the dresser and pulled out her favorite shirt of Ivy’s to borrow – her old Gotham University tee from when she’d attended grad school at the establishment. She hugged her arms around herself once it was on, as though comforted by the old familiarity of the shirt.
“Okay.” Harley slid under the covers and held a corner open for Ivy to join her. “C’mon and hold me, sugarplum.”
Ivy slunk into the bed and rolled onto her side, facing Harley, who did the same.
“You don’t have to pretend, Harl.” Ivy reached across and pushed the blonde pigtail away from her face. “I know you’re hurting.”
Harley’s eyes became glassy once more, but tears didn’t spill over, her face flushed. “I hate that I’m hurting, that I’ve been hurt so bad and abandoned and I’m still letting him hurt me now. I should hate him, right?”
“It’s not been long enough for hate to set in, sweetness. Time is a funny thing. So are feelings. You should know better than anyone.”
“Ha,” Harley sniffled. “I’m not that great a psych, Red. I fell for one of my patients, have a complicated relationship with another, and I slept with a professor to make sure I got that degree. I probably could’ve passed on my own, but I had to succeed. I had to get to Arkham. I used to want so many things, Pammy. Now I don’t know what I want. I’m just empty.”
“Well,” Ivy looked away, conflicted about the phrase complicated relationship . “It might be sort of exciting. To have nothing to want. It means you can find new things to pursue. For what it’s worth, I’ll be with you while you figure it out.”
Harley reached over and took Ivy’s hand, a soothing ember of warmth in the slowly warming bed. “Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I did to deserve you stickin’ around. I don’t think I deserve you at all.”
“A long, long time ago, someone rather cute once told me that it doesn’t matter what you deserve, it’s about what you’re given.” She smirked at the very woman who had told her that, in the days where she still wore glasses. “Because, more often than not, if someone’s giving to you, it’s because they want to.”
And now, the tears flowed anew. “Can I kiss you again?”
“You never have to ask,” Ivy confided and moved in closer, but waited for Harley to make the move.
She did. This kiss was still intense but slow, like the dull flames of a fire slowly growing. Somehow, in the midst of it, Ivy found Harley on top of her, sitting on her legs. Kissing, kissing, kissing.
“Can we?” Harley panted, mouth momentarily parting from Ivy’s lips only to reconnect, then disconnect. “Please? I need you, I want to feel like I’m loved.”
Ivy hesitated, considering the logistics with the wound in her shoulder.
“Oh my god, no, I shouldn’t’ve asked ya that. I just keep thinking of myself, I’ll hurt you, I’ll keep hurting you, I –”
Ivy slowly slotted her leg between Harley’s and applied some pressure that made the blonde gasp and curl into herself, biting her lip. “Pamela.”
And that did it. Ivy couldn’t help herself from undulating the muscles of her leg, nudging against Harley’s sex, exposed due to her not bothering with underwear. Quickly, her pussy was weeping against her thigh and Harley was grinding herself against it. Ivy would have to change out of her pants regardless of the mess Harley was making against her – she was plenty wet herself.
“So…good…the roughness of your pants against me…ahh…” Harley panted, grinding into Ivy’s thigh and doubling over, hands braced on either side of Pamela’s head. “Am I…am I hurting you?”
“Not at all,” Ivy shook her head. “Not at all.”
Harley continued to shimmy her hips onto Pamela’s thigh, making small, cute noises as she bit her lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ivy said breathlessly, her hand cupping beneath Harley’s chin so she could look at the blonde as she worked herself into a frenzy. “Flushed and pretty, your eyes heavy and wanting. You’re perfect.”
Harley froze, body shuddering, her mouth slackened, eyes clenching shut. Ivy couldn’t believe it. “Did you…just cum because I was complimenting you?”
“I…” Harley’s voice trembled. “ I think so . I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “That’s so weird.”
And it clicked. Of course he never did that; praise the woman who loved him. Of course he never spoke sweetly to her while they had sex. Of course.
“Hey,” Ivy calmed her with a thumb over her lips. “Lean down a little. I can’t move up to kiss you.”
Harley hesitantly did just that, her hot core perceptively trembling against Ivy’s thigh with the movement. Another feverish kiss, fueled with desperation to convey how important what just happened was.
“Harley,” Ivy spoke against Harley’s sweet breath ghosting across her face, “don’t say sorry. Don’t be sorry . Because that was the greatest sexual experience of my life.”
Harley blinked heavily with confusion. “How? You didn’t even cum, I don’t understand.”
“No,” Ivy wiped away more tears from Harley’s face. “Because of how you did. Because all it took were some truthful, caring words and it gave you the greatest sensation the human body can provide. There’s no greater thing I could ever witness happen to just the right person.”
“I’m…” Harley’s face was a portrait of shock. “I’m the right person?”
Ivy chuckled. “You sound so surprised. It’s cute.”
“I’m cute?” Harley echoed.
“Did I shortcircuit you again?” Ivy twirled a pigtail. “If you keep questioning positive things I say, we might be here all night and I won’t have the chance to keep making you feel loved again.”
“Like I feel loved,” Harley repeated, with a different sentiment, a lack of mental connection that made Ivy force a strained smile.
“Like you’ll feel loved.”
Ivy snuck a hand between her thigh and Harley’s pussy, making the blonde jolt in surprise. She tilted forward, hands braced once more on either side of Ivy’s head. Ivy held back a wince to clench into the meat of Harley’s thigh, her injury flexing with the movement, fingers working against her folds, sliding through the hot slick, back and forth.
“Fuck,” Harley panted. “Pammy. Ya sure know how to treat a gal.”
“Do I?” Ivy played dumb. “I’m so glad to hear you say that. I was hoping to impress you. What if we try…”
Harley chuckled, but was cut off by Ivy’s thumb adding pressure to her clit. “Shit.”
“Such naughty language.” Ivy smirked. “Whatever shall we do about that.”
Harley kissed Ivy’s lips fiercely, triggering a surprised mmph! from Ivy against her mouth. “Fuck me?”
“With pleasure, angel.” Ivy’s voice dropped, utterly enthralled.
A finger slid into Harley’s pussy, then another, so both middle fingers were encompassed by Harley’s soft, slick walls. The only sounds in the room where Harley’s uneven breathing, whimpering Pamela into Ivy’s neck, Ivy’s groaning, and the insistent wet sounds of Ivy fucking her fingers into Harley’s cunt.
Harley’s head lowered, her forehead pressed against Ivy’s, their noses touching and hot breath intermingling.
“I,” Harley bit her lip, another cute sound muffled from the action, “I felt so – like I didn’t matter – so alone, earlier.”
“You’re not.” Ivy lifted her arm despite the lingering pain, wrapped it around Harley, bringing her so close they were crushed together, chest to chest, heart on heart. “You aren’t alone. You’re mine. You’re mine, you hear me? My Harley. You aren’t alone, because you’ll always have me, whether you like it or not.”
“You want me?” Harley panted, her sex clenching so sweetly around Ivy’s fingers, not quite there. “Enough to keep me? And I can keep you?”
“We’ll belong to each other,” Ivy assured her, kissing her neck. “As long as you like.”
“I…” Harley was shaking, the whole of her trembling from the oncoming climax. “I like that.”
Harley hid her face in Ivy’s neck. Ivy rubbed her back, pretending not to notice the quiet tears the girl was shedding; it felt like it would push Harley over the wrong edge.
“Are you close?” Ivy asked the obvious, knowing at this point all Harley’s “tells” at oncoming bliss. “Be so good for me, baby. Cum whenever you want, however you like.
Harley made a sound like a squeak, and Ivy gasped. Harley’s teeth clenched sharply into her neck as she clenched in climax from head to toe. Somehow, in the mix of all the intoxicating love making, and Harley’s bite, and the sweet words just shy of a declaration and the warmth of her sent Pamela over the same edge.
Their bodies tensed and coiled around each other, into the other, the press of Harley’s thigh onto Pamela’s sex absolutely shattering her.
They lay there, utterly entwined, neither one of them making any efforts to move. Until Harley gasped with something other than pleasure.
“Oh my god.” She sat back and covered her face in her hands, her body shaking in the afterglow and crawled off Ivy. “Your wound, I’m so sorry, that must’ve hurt like crazy why did you –”
Ivy rolled onto her side to face Harley, her uninjured arm reaching up to cup her face. “Because you’re mine.” As much as you’ll ever let yourself be .
Ivy’s heart ached, knowing deep down that all those words exchanged meant something different than the blonde woman frowning down at her, distraught. Ivy smiled regardless and brought Harley down for another kiss, hand on her neck. Speaking of necks…
“You got me good here,” Ivy smiled wryly. “I could tell you were holding yourself back. I think you have more in you than you think.”
“Most fellas I’ve, y’know, don’t like how, uh, enthusiastic I can be, Red.” Harley chuckled self consciously.
Ivy frowned. “I’m not any fella you’ve ever had, Harley. I like it. You should do it more often. I’d be upset if you didn’t allow you to be yourself like that.”
“Hmm,” Harley laid tentatively onto the bed, facing Ivy. “You sure?”
“Definitely. You should do that more often.”
“Can we bite…other places?”
“Oh god yes.”
“And I can, uh, maybe we can use our nails a little.”
“Oh, sure,” Ivy agreed easily.
“And maybe you can, I dunno, pull my hair?”
“Oh, baby,” Ivy groaned, hand behind Harley’s neck again. “I wish I had it in me to go again.”
Harley laughed, deep and musically in her chest. “Don’t’cha worry, Pammy, I ain’t got it in me r’now either.”
“Your accent is thicker when you’re tired.” Ivy smirked.
“Oh,” Harley’s face drooped just a bit. “Sorry, s’kinda annoyin’ I bet.”
“No,” Ivy said firmly. “It’s charming.”
“I’m charming?”
“Mmhm,” Ivy smiled, bringing Harley in to kiss her nose. “And sweet.” Another kiss to the nose. “And sexy.” Another kiss. “And thoughtful.” Another, this time to an eyelid. “Perfectly crazy.” A kiss to the other. “And wickedly smart.”
“Red,” Harley chuckled, blushing. “We’re ‘ villains ,’ don’tcha know? I ain’t all those things.”
“Well, then. I guess you’re just all those things to me.”
Harley giggled at all the silly kisses. Her face grew serious. “Red?”
“Yes, angel?”
“Are we…”
“Are we?”
“Are we friends , or something more?”
Ivy paused thoughtfully, navigating the situation without expectation of her wishful outcome. “What do you want us to be?”
Harley looked away, her whole face flushed anew, not from their lovemaking. “Maybe…more.”
Ivy’s heart fluttered. She wanted to scream, internally she was keeling over, and she had no idea if the desire was happiness or total devastation. Maybe both. She wanted more. Desperately more. For something other than what she was about to ask. For more to mean more . She decided to play it as cool as she could, afraid that anything else would frighten Harley away.
Like a rabbit from a gun.
“Why, Harleen Quinzel, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” She asked with levity.
“Is…is that okay?”
“Hmm…” Ivy pretended to consider this, keeping it obvious that she wasn’t actually considering it at all, totally all in. “I accept.”
Harley launched straight up in the bed, looking down at Ivy with utter happiness on her face. “Really? Really, really?”
Ivy laughed with her. “I wouldn’t have said yes otherwise.”
Harley kissed her, this time without asking, finally understanding the invitation wouldn’t be revoked. “I know it seems fast,” another kiss to her cheek. “Like I just had something so big to me end.” A kiss to the neck. “But I really mean it, Ive. This is so important to me. I can’t explain it. I just, I l–” Ivy’s breath caught at the split nanosecond between syllables. “Like you so much.”
Ivy drew in a resigned breath. This was enough. If this was what Harley had to give, it was enough. “I like you too, peanut.”
Harley tilted her head cutely. “Peanut?”
Ivy’s face inflamed with embarrassment; she covered her face with her hand. “Forget I said it. I’m sorry, it’s just you’re so small and – I dunno it just –”
“I LOVE IT!” Harley exclaimed, sitting up and bouncing on the bed, still on her knees. “That’s the damn most cutest, adorablest, perfectest thing anyone’s ever called me. Peanuts are so cute! You got any other nicknames? I was playin’ around with callin’ ya honeysuckle! Oh, oh! What about sunflower?!”
“Harley, I think we have plenty of time for that. It’ll be organic.”
“Like you like all your plants.” She booped Ivy’s nose and flopped back onto her side, facing the green-skinned woman. “Seriously, just one more?”
“I was thinking…rabbit?”
Harley furrowed her brow, surprised. “Like the whole rabbit in your garden thing from the last time we boinked?”
“Harley!” Ivy laughed, caught off guard. “I think it was a little better than a boink .” Ivy paused, suddenly concerned. “It was better than a boink, right?”
“Relax, Red! Course it was!” Harley scooched in closer. “Hey, do you think, I mean, well, I really wanna be close to you. Can I be big spoon for a change?”
Ivy thought about it. “I don’t think I’ve ever been the little spoon before.”
“Holy shit!” Harley hopped up from the bet, nudging Ivy over a bit. Ivy happily wormed out of the way as best she could. Harley enthusiastically snuggled in and curled around the back of Ivy. “This is so nice, what a change. Now I know what the tall people feel like. Y’know. It’s kinda weird. But I like it. Not as much as little spoon, but it’s good. Oh I can do this though!”
Harley placed her face between Ivy’s neck and shoulder and bit down.
“Harley.” Ivy groaned, partially from arousal, but mostly from annoyance.
Harley let go with a wet pop of her mouth from the skin of her neck. “Right, right. We should sleep. Do you think our pancakes will be okay left out until tomorrow?”
Ivy thought about it. “...Maybe? I don’t know. Maybe we should get takeout tomorrow.”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes. We should go to that one cafe that Selina recommended to us, I hear they have a koi fish pond. Did you know that koi fish can actually grow super huge if you give them a bigger play area for them to grow in? Did you know they’re basically goldfish? Oh, oh! Did you know –”
Ivy chuckled softly at Harley’s rambling. It was another hour or two before she finally fell asleep while they spoke, but it was all right by Ivy.
She was her girlfriend after all.