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Pamela Isley//Poison Ivy (makeyouitch) wrote in knightsfall,
@ 2011-08-05 14:28:00

Make You Itch
Who: Ivy, Harley, Harvey and others
Where: Arkham City HQ, the Narrows
When: A few days after Batman's foray into the Narrows
What: Ivy confronts Harvey
Note: Hope you don't mind that I modded Harley a little through sex!

Ivy kissed her way down Harley's willing body, tickling her with her lips, making her lover giggle in that adorably inane and insane way she had. She ran her slender fingers along the damp silk of the insides of Harley's thighs as she guided them over her shoulders and buried her face between her legs, her bright red hair falling like satin petals against Harley's pale flesh. Harley moaned, her head falling back and her feet wriggling in the covers, the heels digging in as if desperately trying to find purchase. "Ooh, yeah, Red! Yeah, right there!"

Ivy dove in deeper, Harley squealing as Ivy's bright eyes peering up along her body, watching the blissful expression on her lover's face as she tasted her, feasted on her, like a bee savoring that pollen inside the delicate petals of a pink rose. Harley was loud, though afterward, Ivy would still rage at herself for not hearing it, not catching any of the signs. It wasn't until they accidentally flicked the light on the camera that Ivy realized they were being watched by a giggling, giddy gaggle of horny men.

"Son of a fucking bitch!" Ivy shouted, wiping her mouth and chin with the back of her hand and reaching for a blanket. She threw it at Harley, telling her to cover herself up as she wiggled into her little green dress. The men had scattered, but she'd recognized a few faces before they'd disappeared. "You'd better run!" she cried after them. To Harley, she said, "We're talking to Harvey. He has at least a little control over these idiots, and I'm sick and tired of being on display for them to yank on their stamens to!"

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_of_two_minds_
2011-08-05 06:58 pm UTC (link)

Harvey was sitting at his desk, twirling his coin on top of it and checking the paper. They were still on the hunt for Gilda, who was currently as home as a lady could be. So the ruse was working, especially with all the talk about how these were the Joker's calling cards he was using, one after another. All very according to plan.

He could hear the ruckus, but he didn't rise or seek it out. Knowing them, they'd sort it out on their own. Not his problem.

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makeyouitch
2011-08-05 07:09 pm UTC (link)

"Dammit to hell, Harvey!" Ivy ranted as she burst into his self-styled office. "Those assholes listen to you as much as they listen to anyone; I particularly love the whole 'boss' thing." She crossed her arms over her ample chest. "Can you please at least put the word out for them to back the fuck off when Harley and I are being intimate?! I swear, it's like a fucking circus around here."

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_of_two_minds_
2011-08-05 07:23 pm UTC (link)

"Circus would be the word for it," he nodded thoughtfully. "And the answer is: no, there is nothing we can do. Outside of... shooting at random and hoping we hit a few folks. But that's counterproductive to what we're trying to accomplish here.

"Don't think we don't hear the background sounds of giggling voices and even more disturbing sighs and groans when we're being, as you so quaintly put it, intimate. We only hope sweet Gilda hasn't noticed. She's sensitive."

He looked up at her finally. "What do you propose we do, Ivy? How do you suggest we control the insane and perpetually damned?"

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makeyouitch
2011-08-05 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Gilda was a psychopath, Ivy thought but didn't say 'cause, well, weren't they all? We're all mad here, as Jervis was so fond of saying. "They don't film you!" she countered, enunciating each word, putting emphasis on the statement. "Trust me on that. And, so you know, they can probably hear your lady love all the way at the police station Downtown. Don't tell me you wouldn't cut them all off and shove them down their throats if they were taking video of you with your tongue up your pretty little flower, 'cause I know you would! Find someone useless, make an example out of him; there are plenty hanging around. You get the newcomers in awe of you, and you teach the others a lesson, win-win. Look at what Harley's special jack-o'-lanterns did for the would-be mob informants!

"They listen to you, Harvey. And, I swear to God, if you reach for that coin, I'm gonna get my special lipstick and we can kiss over the outcome."

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_of_two_minds_
2011-08-05 07:43 pm UTC (link)

"We're fairly sure Gilda wouldn't take your kissing us too well," Harvey said calmly, but a glint had entered his good eye. "And we think we all know just how... visceral she can be."

He paused. "We thought you were an independent woman, Ivy. The sort who fought her own battles. We tried to give you a chance to show your mettle, but you're now proving that while you have a lot of big ideas about what being in charge of this could entail, you'd rather see us, the big men, sort it our for you. Do your talents stop at kisses and seduction, Ivy? Be honest."

He leaned forward then, his voice coming out in a growl. "You simply don't have the balls for this job. And that's the truth."

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makeyouitch
2011-08-05 07:58 pm UTC (link)

"And I thought we were gonna do something other than sit on our asses," Ivy snorted. Her expression grew steely, and she raised a hand to wag a warning finger at him. She found herself drawing her hand back and slapping it across the unspoiled side of his face. "I don't prove myself to any man, especially not you. I almost killed you once, remember that. Now, that isn't a threat; it's just something to think over while Harley and I strike out on our own project. I'm tired of waiting around for someone to make some sense out of this madhouse." She turned from him, storming away.

"Harls!" she shouted brusquely. "We're going to my secret garden! There are a few things I need before we leave!"

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_of_two_minds_
2011-08-05 08:01 pm UTC (link)

Harvey sat where he was, one hand holding a gun under the desk as she stood and stormed out. The other spun the coin. It landed on the unmarred heads. "You better make it worth it then, Ivy. For your own sake."

Harley perked up, now with her clothes safely in place. "Leave? Didja talk to Harvey? Didn't he work it out? I don't get it."

She chased after her, gathering her things as she went, mostly the essentials.

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makeyouitch
2011-08-05 09:12 pm UTC (link)

"I talked to Harvey," Ivy confirmed with a bit of a sneer. "He expressed certain... concerns about me being able to hold up my end of things. Not that I want balls in anything," she snorted. She took Harley's hands. "So we're gonna show him. Those special roses I've been cultivating; I think it's time I get to try them out. Now to choose a mark." She tapped her chin with a fingernail thoughtfully. "What do you think, Harls? Who would it be fun to royally fuck with in Gotham. The new commissioner? Nah, too boring. Ooh, how about, listen to this, Harvey's old good buddy, Bruce Wayne! Think of it!" She was bouncing a little with excitement. "All of that money! I can buy my Harley anything and everything she's always wanted!"

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harlequin_
2011-08-05 09:15 pm UTC (link)

When Ivy asked her to think, Harley screwed up her face very thoughtfully and tapped the side of her head with her finger. At least she LOOKED like she was thinking real hard.

"Bruce Wayne!" she chirped. "He's positively loaded, Red! That's a fantastic idea! But... with the way them roses work, like you told me, they sorta like hypnotize. Like a love potion. So... are you gonna hafta do things what you do with me... to him?" She squeezed Ivy's hands. "'Cause I think I want you all to myself. I mean..."

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makeyouitch
2011-08-06 02:20 am UTC (link)

"Come here," Ivy said with playful practiced patience, pulling Harley into her arms and swinging her back and forth just a little. "That's why I picked a man, baby; so you wouldn't get all jealous. I'll only do as much as I have to and if you think it's too much you can use your... special sleep inducement. He'll never even know what hit him. Literally. Now I think that maybe we should move because Mr. D almost shot me in there." She took Harley's hand and began to pull her along behind her a bit more urgently.

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harlequin_
2011-08-06 02:44 am UTC (link)

"Bullets going through us would be bad," Harley agreed as she hurried along with her. "Garden, garden!" She was rushing in that direction but came to a skidding halt before the entrance. "OOP! Uh, Red, my lovely rose... Some of your... buddies in there have minds of their own. Mind giving me a personal escort so I don't end up in the mouth of a Venus flytrap?" She gave her a winning grin.

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makeyouitch
2011-08-06 10:36 pm UTC (link)

((Whoa, some heavy innuendo here, LOL!))

"Oh, baby," Ivy said smoothly, walking inside without hesitation. She held out a hand for Harley to take, her foot poised on the first step of a wooden stair; though the wood was dead, it was sprouting greenery, and it groaned beneath Ivy's bare feet, like a living thing, as if it were breathing. "You know nothing in my garden will ever hurt you."

She hummed to herself as she walked to the building's fourth and final floor, overgrown with Ivy's deadly garden. The roof was gone, making room for the heavy, jungle-like growth. Nature was reclaiming its own. "You know my garden only hurts men, like my kiss." She kissed Harley's cheek, as if to illustrate.

"I had a degree once," she said absently, sweeping her fingers across a flower bed, feeling the satiny petals beneath her fingertips. "Well, I suppose I still do. I was a botanist. That's a plant expert. I was particularly good at, mmmmm... poisons. And hallucinogenics. Then again, I suppose you must have had a degree at some point, too, isn't that right, Dr. Quinzel?"

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harlequin_
2011-08-06 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Harley put her face very close to a large, purple blossom, but she didn't sniff. Maybe it could only hurt men, but she knew better. The petals of the flower reached to brush her cheek, and she giggled.

"Yeah, that's right," she said. "About a thousand years ago, I was a psychiatrist. At Arkham! And then I met Mr. J. Changed the way I felt about psychiatry, I'll tell you that. Changed my entire mind. Showed me how down was up and vice versa. I can... barely even remember being a doctor now."

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makeyouitch
2011-08-08 06:24 pm UTC (link)

"I worked under a man named Woodrue, did you know that?" Ivy asked calmly, smoothly as she knelt at her rose bed and caressed the stems, as if asking the green stalks to sever themselves. "He taught me everything. And when I surpassed him, he took advantage of me. I came back from the dead twice, and he had sent me there. The plants brought me back--they brought me back so I could have revenge. I never trusted another man again."

She had a handful of roses now, a bouquet. She took a deep breath, inhaling their scent. Ivy was always at peace in her garden. She wondered what would happen if she could get the others up here, Harvey, what an advantage she'd have. But she couldn't think of that just yet; she had smaller blades of grass to pluck. "Now to get past those police blockades," she said serenely, as if it were no problem at all.

She took Harley's hand again as she stood, lifting it to her lips. "Neither of us are slaves to our past lives, my love. All that matters is the here and now. And we're going to have some fun!"

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harlequin_
2011-08-08 06:29 pm UTC (link)

"Fun," Harley said blissfully, as if just now remembering. "Yeah, we're gonna have fun!"

She walked with her, hand-in-hand, and they went uninterrupted by any of their compatriots. Word hadn't gotten round yet that they were picking up stakes, Harley figured. And really she wondered if Mr. D were angry enough with them to sic the others on them. He would've done it by now, surely, if he were anything like Mr. J. And he was a little. Not as ruthless, but awfully close. She thought maybe they were being allowed to live. Still, that suited her just fine.

"So what now, Red?" she murmured to her when they neared the blockade. "Need me to go hammer time on these goody-two-shoes?"

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makeyouitch
2011-08-08 07:17 pm UTC (link)

"As fun as that sounds, Harls," Ivy said with a grin, "I think something a bit more subtle is in order." She gave her a little, orange gourd. "I was working on these for the Bats; guess it's time to try them out. When it hits the pavement, hold your breath, just in case something goes wrong." She gave the gourd a kiss. "Not that I think it will." She laughed. "I have an idea: Get that mallet of yours out, we'll play a game! Batter up!"

***

Gilda came up behind Harvey, running her hands over his shoulders, down his chest until she tucked her arms under his, resting her chin on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze. "You're letting them go, sweetheart?"

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harlequin_
2011-08-08 08:20 pm UTC (link)

Harley took on the stance of a batter, her over-sized mallet she'd been dragging at her side hiked over her shoulder like a bat. "Hey, batter, batter, batter!" she hollered, then swung for the fences when Ivy underhanded a gourd her way. It flew over the barricade and splattered, releasing a very unhealthy-looking green gas.

Ivy lobbed another at her, and Harley aimed a little to the left this time. Again, it splattered and released more of the toxin. She heard a barrage of coughs, the thudding of bodies hitting the ground, and grinned at Ivy.

"Thankfully, I got a gentle but powerful swing," she said. "Else that mighta been us. Come on, Red! Town's ours now!"

* * * * *

Two-Face smiled and reached back to stroke a hand down her hair. "Coin said so. Our better half prevailing. Chances are, Ivy might just prove useful for some mayhem. Maybe even a suitable distraction for all of us. If not, then she'll get her silly ass killed, and that spells victory for us either way, baby."

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makeyouitch
2011-08-09 06:14 pm UTC (link)

There was another group on the other side of the bridge; this time, they merely avoided by going under and around. "Harley," Ivy noted, putting a hand on her hip and looking around at the city, sighing heavily. "I think the both of us need a little bit of a clothing upgrade." She was still in the green sack dress they'd put her in in Arkham, and she wore it proudly, but it simply wouldn't do to walk around New Gotham in a dirty old rag. "Feeling up to some B&E?"

***

"Well, if she's good for nothing else...." Gilda observed, giving him a kiss on his ruined cheek, or what was left of it; she knew the Harvey half was hers always, but she liked to remind both him and her that the other was as well. "I did like her jack-o'-lanterns." Harley and Ivy had chosen their targets well, mafia thugs informing for either the GCPD or their equally slimy bosses. Gilda knew it was a necessary evil, to deal with those people, but she still held a deep hatred for them.

Her fingers played with Harvey's lapel. "Watch out for them though, my loves; the men Ivy was talking about. One tried to corner me the other day, said he'd make me scream as loud as you do and took a knife out. I shot him through the hand."

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harlequin_
2011-08-09 06:27 pm UTC (link)

"Always," she grinned. She was still wearing parts of the straight jacket they'd had her in. Harvey hadn't been real good at coming up with outfits for them, but it obviously hadn't been on his agenda. "Hard to think there's a store in Gotham that'd have what I wanna wear," she mused. "There never was in the past. I had to get pretty creative. Are we gonna get real creative, Red?"

* * * * *

Harvey smiled. Gilda was awfully good at taking care of herself. Still, he had that husbandly urge to take care of her, too. To ruin anyone who threatened her in such a way.

He turned slightly in his chair and pulled her over and into his lap. "We're proud of how you're adjusted to all this, darling. But maybe Ivy did have a point. About making them know who's boss at least. Because playing the games we like to play with you simply won't fly. That was the special line that got crossed." His voice was dropping into a dangerous growl. And chances are he wouldn't be this polite with them.

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makeyouitch
2011-08-09 06:46 pm UTC (link)

"Don't we always, Harls?" Ivy giggled, slipping her fingers through Harley's. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment as she thought, getting her bearings of the city. "There was a costume shop in Old Town. I remember Harvey and I rented costumes there for a party at Wayne Manor. Don't know if it's still there, but it's definitely a start." She grinned and gave Harley a kiss on the cheek.

They'd have to go quietly though; they couldn't just take a cab. Luckily, Gotham was filled with alleys, dark, winding and twisting like a labyrinth, places the "good folk" of the city didn't ever want to look in. At worst, people assumed they were really down and out whores. If anyone approached them, she'd show them differently, but no one did.

She tutted at the way Old Town had changed, how those dark places were disappearing thank, she read on a sign, to Wayne Enterprises big clean up effort. "Save Gotham's History," it read. 'We are Gotham's history,' Ivy thought dryly. She found the little store she'd been thinking of, Harley starting to drag behind her willfully after their long trek on foot--Gotham was a big city, after all.

The backdoor into the storeroom was locked up tight with a padlock. "Harley," she said playfully, "remember that soft touch of yours? Lose it for a minute and give that a whap, will you?" It was rusted; she thought it would break away easily.

***

Gilda straddled his lap effortlessly, as if she were made to be there, her skirt riding up to her thighs. Her cheeks reddened a little at the fact that she was getting wet at that menacing snarl in his voice. Her fingers curled in her shoulders of his suit jacket. "Can I watch?" she asked in a husky murmur. "Like they like to watch."

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harlequin_
2011-08-09 06:56 pm UTC (link)

Harley was like a little girl in many ways. Going on a long walk through a dank and nasty city that could seem a lot more her style if her feet weren't aching brought out that little girl. The one who wanted to whine about why they didn't just steal a car.

But then she was given a task. That helped. "Sure thing!" she crowed, then wound up with her mallet and walloped that lock right off. The door creaked open then, like something out of a horror flick, and Harley peeked in.

She knew Ivy wasn't going to wait for her to stop pretending she heard ghosts in that storeroom, so she straightened and tiptoed in on her own, looking around for anything halfway interesting. "Leather," she was muttering to herself. "Leather is what we want... what I want... what I should wear..."

* * * * *

"We think you have every right to watch," Harvey said. "But there are so many options... How should we handle this...? Bring them all in, that sounds good. Give a speech, shout at just the right moments to make them all twitch. Then put a hole in one of their heads. Does that send the right message, you think?"

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makeyouitch
2011-08-09 07:18 pm UTC (link)

"Mm," Ivy murmured, running her hands along Harley's curves from behind and then dancing away. "Leather sounds real good." Then, leaning in, she whispered to her, "Let me just make sure we're alone. And, if we're not...." She grinned, leaving the rest unsaid.

It was nearing Halloween; she was sure the shop did its best business this time of year. So it didn't surprise her when she had to wait for a group of customers to leave before she made her move on the shopkeeper. she made smalltalk, asking the middle-aged man about his family--and handily finding out that his son had just moved away after living above the store for years--wheedling information out of him about the hours he kept and who he spoke with everyday. And then she gave him on of her special kisses.

As he convulsed on the floor, foam coming from between his lips, she stepped over him, pulled the metal mesh shades down over the storefront window and the door and switched the sign to 'Closed.'

"We're home free, sweet stuff," she called back to Harley, searching through a rack of dresses, picking out a green ballgown and stripping right there in the middle of the shop, slipping it on when she was naked.

***

Gilda giggled. "I like it when you make them twitch," she confessed, playing with his tie, remembering that she had given it to him for Christmas a long time ago. "Some men deserve to die," she said, steel in her voice. You'll know the one who cornered me by his hand, but... I think you should shoot the one next to him. Scare him. Make it a special lesson." She was pulling on the tie now, gradually, bringing his lips closer to his.

"We're doing right, right, sweethearts?" she asked, biting her lip.

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harlequin_
2011-08-09 07:27 pm UTC (link)

While Ivy got down to brass tax with the store owner, Harley was rifling through racks. Red and black, red and black, blood and darkness, red and black. She found pieces and put them together in what she liked best, and it would do. Black, leather pants with red boots up to her knees. A two-toned top meant to be for some slut witch outfit. And a jesters cap, red and black.

"Red, I-- whoa." She stopped in her tracks, getting a nice look at side boob before she was covered again. "You look like a queen, Red. Byoo-ti-ful."

* * * * *

"We're doing so right, we assure you," Harvey grinned, running his hand over her hair. "Our sweet girl." He freed himself from his pinstriped pants with his other hand. "Now before we get down to business, the real business at hand, we should take care of this business in our hand. What does our sweet lady want to do with this?"

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makeyouitch
2011-08-09 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Ivy raised her arms and spun around for a moment, letting the skirt, twirl out around her. "Well, it won't do forever; they're just play clothes. But they'll get us by for now, until we can find a way to get into Wayne's life. A little old flower seller, do you think?" she asked Harley, picking up her bouquet and sniffing at them, breathing them in, her eyes rolling back as if she were about to climax. "He always has some sort of lady love; he's bound to want a few pretty roses for whatever bimbo he's boffing this week."

She took her first good look at Harley then, a different sort of grin spreading across her face. She threw her roses over her shoulder, putting her hands on Harley's hips and swaying slightly. "It occurs to me we never finished what we had started this morning, the whole reason we left. There's an apartment upstairs. We'll get down to business after we..." She raised an eyebrow prettily. "Get down to business."

***

Gilda giggled. "You're so bad," she teased, kissing both sides of his mouth. "Both of you." She took him in her hand at first, caressing lightly, but he wasn't wet enough for a good, hard pump.

She slid down from his lap between his knees and onto hers before him. Her small hand still wrapped around his girth, she drew the swollen head of his cock into her warm mouth, groaning against his sensitive flesh as she took him as far as he would go, to the back of her throat, her lips smacking wetly against his throbbing shaft as it swelled further and further, licking him, sucking him, kissing him. All the while, those innocent brown eyes of hers looking up to him, wanting to see that fierce pleasure she inspired on his face. On both of them.

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harlequin_
2011-08-09 08:02 pm UTC (link)

"Yes please!" Harley cackled, then was off toward the stairs, hand-in-hand with Ivy. She practically kicked the door down when she reached the upstairs apartment.

"To think, I just got dress," she said and immediately stripped out of her new outfit, hopping around to get the boots and leather pants off. She was bare within seconds and lunged for Ivy, throwing her arms around her shoulders and planting a kiss on her mouth, ever enthusiastic and playful.

* * * * *

Harvey sank into his chair and watched her at first, his hands running through her hair, like ink between his fingers. He was growling and letting her play this her way, as much as he wanted to grab her hair and force her down hard over his cock. She was doing a fine job without all that.

He snarled and laid his head back, shutting his eyes and becoming finely tuned to every sensation she sent sparking through him. He wouldn't last much longer at this rate, and it was only the hitch of his hips that served to warn her that he was there.

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makeyouitch
2011-08-09 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Ivy chuckled seductively. "Don't you know that the best part of getting dressed is the inevitable undressing?" Ivy's own gown pooled at her feet just as Harley tackled her. She wrapped her arms around her and they both tumbled down onto the unmade bed, its owner now laying downstairs... probably dead by now. Ish.

Ivy was panting already, holding Harley naked in her arms like this, her breath coming in hot gusts against Harley's ear as her hand wandered between her thighs. "You know your Red knows just what her Harley likes," she cooed, her fingers slipping into Harley, teasing at first.

***

Gilda's hand was between her legs, her skirt hiked up all the way to her waist and her panties pushed aside. She was as close as Harvey was, bringing herself there by pleasing him and herself. They'd done this once, in his office, but it had never felt so dark or dangerous as this. And that thrilled her even more.

She knew the signs, knew every little movement of his body that led to release. She prepared herself for his load, three fingers shoved up inside of her, riding herself hard as he came. She followed a beat behind him, his cum spilling over her lips. She licked up what she couldn't swallow the first time and clambered back into his lap, kissing him hard, her tongue danging into his mouth, raising her fingers to his lips, the ones that had been inside of her.

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harlequin_
2011-08-09 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Harley let out a pleased squeak, spreading her legs and letting her hips rolling in a seductive circle. "Red knows... just how to touch her Harley," she moaned.

Her hands wandered Ivy's body and kept coming back to her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight in her hands, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her tongue danced with Ivy's, dipping and darting, and she edged her hips closer, thighs rubbing together.

* * * * *

Harvey helped her up and on him again, wrapping his lips around her sticky fingers. It had the sweet, heady sent of her, her perfect taste. All the things they both liked, salty and sweet, in one wonderful package. He kissed her lips then around her fingers, lapping and giving her a taste of herself.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice soothing and rough. "Now we're ready for business. You clean up and spread the word. We want them all here in a half hour. Can you do that for us?" He put his hand against her throat, gentle and studying, possessive.

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makeyouitch
2011-08-09 09:30 pm UTC (link)

"Mm," she murmured in Harley's ear, biting gently at the earlobe, tugging it between her teeth. "I love how warm and sticky you are inside." Her thumb was on her clit, making tight circles around it, while her fingers plunged relentlessly into her.

"I want to feel you against me," she told her, tugging her up into a sitting position and moving between her legs, her fingers still there even as she pressed herself into her, her hand between them.

***

"Sugar and spice," Gilda murmured to Harvey, nuzzling his cheek while they kissed. She whimpered at his touch, the possessive clasp of her throat, not a threatened or frightened thing; one that said that she would be ready again in a matter of minutes if that was what he wanted.

But there was business to take care of. "Anything for you," she told him, running the backs of her fingers, her knuckles, over his jaw. And she meant it, every word. "Always for you." Reluctantly, she climbed off of his lap and gathered herself up. She changed into a modestly cut little dress in a floral pattern, brushed her hair and washed her face.

And then she found one of the henchmen--Arkham escapee or not, Gilda couldn't tell the difference--and told him to spread what Harvey wanted, to spread it around.

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harlequin_
2011-08-09 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Harley did as she was led to do, one leg over Ivy's hip and the other beneath. She pressed in, levering herself against the bed so that she could ride a little. She felt how wet Ivy was, the way it mixed with her own juices, and bared down harder. She reached a hand between them to flick at Ivy's clit, pressing and rolling her hips so sweetly. She laid back, or more fell back onto the bed, bucking against her and begging for more.

* * * * *

Harvey cleaned himself up a little after she left. No point in being perceived as somehow vulnerable in front of the subordinate he was supposed to be intimidating. And being sluggishly post-coitus was vulnerable in its way.

When they gathered, he was ready, gun in hand. He waited for the last of them, then said casually, "line up in the hall. More room out there."

They shrugged and did so. And this way he could walk the line of them like a general. He liked that. "First of all..." There it was, the wounded hand. It was bound up in mostly red cloth. "Does anyone have anything to say about who is in charge of this operation? Who freed you, who's organizing our takeover? Does anyone... have suggestion... think they could do better?"

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makeyouitch
2011-08-10 12:45 am UTC (link)

Ivy rode her hard, her palm flat against the mattress beneath them, her fingers sliding in and out of Harley with their momentum as she arched and positioned herself until their clits were kissing, rubbing together, their juices squelching, their wet skin slapping together as Ivy dominated her. She removed her fingers to grab at Harley's breasts, not small but definitely pert, with their pointed pink nipples that Ivy pinched and tugged at with her slick fingers, making them glisten. She leaned over and lapped Harley's own juices from them, deepening the embrace between their thighs, her hips bucking into Harley.

***

Jervis and Edward showed up casually, more curious than anything else. Crane scoffed and walked away; he spoke with Harvey occasionally but otherwise kept to himself. Gilda was there, standing with her back against the wall behind Harvey, her timid appearance deceptive. She saw the man whose hand she shot twitch, his mouth ticking nervously.

Someone cleared their throat and the two men on either side instantly took a step away. Even Jervis was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, who'd had his extracurricular activities curtailed by Harvey's orders. Someone else coughed, and there was another shuffle to get away from him.

It was a mob thug who tentatively raised his hand. The men surrounding him started to sweat, looking like they wanted to bolt. "Summa tha men don't know why they cain't take no' tha wimmin they wont," he said through a heavily broken nose. Realizing he shouldn't have spoken, he added quickly. "Not me! Uthahs."

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harlequin_
2011-08-10 12:56 am UTC (link)

Harley was under Ivy's sway entirely, so delirious she was seeing just colors and bombastic, lovely images as light burst behind her eyes. Mr. J had been a lot of things, dominant but mostly not interested in pleasing her at all. Being with Ivy was like climbing inside the sweetest smelling and tasting blossom and living there, feeling the prick of thorns but it was so fine you didn't care.

She came hard, gasping and bucking up off the bed. She reached out blindly grabbed Ivy's hip. "Aw, Red! Oh holy Christ!"

* * * * *

"If they want women, they can have women," Harvey said, sounding disinterested. "Rape and pillage all you like, boys. With my blessing!"

There was a round of laughter at this, tension soothing downward quickly.

"But..." The laughter petered out. "We get the feeling it isn't just any old women off the street you're all looking for. Not just whores or girls walking home too late at night. We're talking about special ladies, aren't we?"

No one said a word.

"No, really... share," he instructed, but no one would. Gilda had told him to make an example by NOT shooting the man with the wounded hand, but he couldn't help himselves. He pointed the gun and fired quickly enough that a shock ran through all those gathered as the body dropped, leaving gore on the wall where he'd stood.

"Is that answer enough?" he asked.

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makeyouitch
2011-08-10 02:15 am UTC (link)

Ivy pitched herself against Harley again and again, throwing her head back, her red hair tumbling in luxurious curls down her shoulders, back and breasts, the milky white skin.

When the tremors and cries subsided, she wrapped herself around Harley like a vine, snuggling into her, nuzzling her face into Harley's breasts. "I could not create a bloom," she murmured hoarsely, huskily, "as lush and beautiful and as deadly as my Harley-rose."

***

The crack of the gunshot was almost deafening bouncing off the walls of the hallway and even Gilda winced, sticking her fingers in her ears.

"That's why I like," Jervis confided to Edward, "the ones that can't really fight back. Small. Though some can be biters, even when they're tied down. Little teeth, like rabbits."

"That's... really creepy," Riddler responded with a cringe. "I like women who can take a joke."

"I thought you were gay," Hatter observed with a small, 'huh.'

"Shiv liked to carve 'em real pretty," one of the henchmen nearby said almost mournfully. "What should we do with him now?"

"If you're smart," Edward said, glancing sideways at Harvey Two-Face, "you'll feed him to the dogs and forget he was ever here."

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_of_two_minds_
2011-08-10 02:22 am UTC (link)

Harley settled and snuggled right back, blissfully happy in that moment. She had her beautiful Ivy, a new place...

"Hey," she said, perking up. "You talked about how we were gonna get to Bruce Wayne. Wouldn't he have a Halloween party? It's almost time. I bet there'd be so many people there in all sorts of get-ups, they'd never notice us. Hey, is that good? Did I just... have an idea?"

* * * * *

Harvey had quite the crazed look on his face, sneer-grinning at them. "Now that is a smart man," he commended. "And since we're certain part of this... rebellious streak stems from boredom... what do you all say we come up with some new mayhem? Hmm?"

He tucked his gun away and pulled out his coin. "I think it's time we expanded Arkham City. Pushed our borders a little further. To the bridge?" He flipped the coin, and it landed in his palm scarred-side-up. "The bridge it is."

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makeyouitch
2011-08-10 02:38 am UTC (link)

"Harley," Ivy said quietly, reservedly as she sat up, giving Harley a suspicious sideways squint. And then she launched herself at her, arms wrapping around her again. "That's brilliant! That's a brilliant idea!" She kissed her full on the mouth.

***

An anarchic cheer rose up among the men, and the few women as well, their blood suddenly up and ready for chaos.

"You getting your costume?" Jervis asked Edward.

"Nah," Edward answered at first. And then, "Well, maybe then just something, you know, that says 'Riddler.'"

"I was thinking the same thing," agreed Jervis, feeling along his bald head. "My hat at least."

Gilda caught Harvey's eye and ran a hand down her skirt, cupping herself between the legs briefly and blowing him a small kiss. As always, she'd be here, waiting for him, keeping home.

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