Who: Poison Ivy & Jonathan Crane NPCs: -- When: May 31st, 2012, Night Where: Pamela Isley's home, Gotham, NJ What: Ivy is leaving town and gives Jonathan a night to remember, with the hope it'll make sure he takes care of her garden. Rating: NSFW.
The Meghalaya Sterculia was supposedly extinct. Supposedly being the key word there. But Pamela saw in the news that the plant had been found again. Chances were it would die and while science would claim to do whatever it could to save it, she knew that it was located in an area of India that was starting to undergo heavy development. All the construction had come to a complete standstill because the plant had been found. But how long would that last? She knew that if she didn’t act quickly to rescue the poor thing, it would get stomped on or destroyed in some other manner so the businessmen could get their damn buildings done. Which meant leaving immediately, which also meant she had to deal with Jonathan who was still residing under her room.
His refusals of her were a nuisance but it also made her wonder what the hell this idea of “shared” sex even was. It was ridiculous, actually, completely and utterly so. But she wanted to know and she wasn’t sure how long she was going to be out of the country. He’d been hard at work, actually trying to fulfill the task she’d given him, and she had to reward that somehow. The house would be left to him, as would the garden of precious plants that she knew he would put to good use. Or at least she would see if she could have him swear to take care of them while she was away. For however long that would be.
She asked him to meet her in the garden. This was her safe place. He’d been in her bedroom once before when she’d tried to seduce him into submission only to find herself blocked by his will again. He would have noticed that the bed didn’t appear slept in at all, the only thing to look as if it had been used was the dresser. Otherwise, dust collected on various surfaces and the bed, even now, was still unmade. The garden was her real home; it’s where she slept every night and felt safest. And it would be where she would give Spooky a parting gift in exchange for caring for her home. He wanted shared sex, fine, she’d give that to him. Granted the only reason she even considered it was because of her own curiosity, otherwise she would have merely left.
May was ending, the flowers were all in bloom and Ivy stood among them dressed in a simple white silk dressing gown. The way it fell over her figure made it clear she wore nothing underneath of the slim fabric, but in the dim moonlight it accented every curve of her body at its best. Her hair had an unearthly glow and with the slight kiss of green to her skin’s pigment, she looked like some supernatural faerie queen. Completely natural and untouched by the world, she was truly a vision to be scene.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she started with, very matter-of-factly in her tone, “And I’m leaving you in charge of the house and my garden in my absence.” Pamela took steps forward onto them. The cool grass sent a shiver up her spine but she subdued the reaction to it.
Jonathan blinked, both at her words and her appearance. He hadn’t quite been expecting this when he came home and found a note to find her in the gardens, but he wasn’t exactly complaining. “Where are you going?” he asked, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets to resist the urge to reach out and touch her, wanting to slide the dressing down over her shoulder and lay her back against the silk, caressing her nude body.
“India,” she replied calmly, keeping her eyes directly on his face, “Something is in danger, a flower, to be specific. Supposed to be extinct. I need to save it.” And that alone was what made her a separate class of villain from the others. It wasn’t just about causing havoc and chaos and making people squirm. You might even understand why she did what she did. She blinked slowly at him and watched every bit of his reaction to her. Pamela was always aware of her beauty, at least not that she was older and wiser, and knew the effect it had on men. And Jonathan as well.
She came to stand directly in front him, “I asked you here tonight because I wanted you to know what I’m leaving you in charge of. But there’s something more to it. The last part of your farewell gift from me, Jonathan.”
“You’ll save it,” Jonathan said confidently, before raising an eyebrow as she stepped closer, swallowing thickly. As she spoke, his mind whirled with a million thoughts of what she was offering to him as a last gift and he coughed, throat dry. “And what is that, Pam?”
It was the first time he used her name, usually calling her Ivy out of respect and habit. It felt more...right to use it now, their last moment together.
“Something to remember me by,” she smiled almost sweetly, though there was always a bit of the madness there, “I like to leave an impression.” She went onto her toes and whispered in his ear in a sultry whisper, “Something you’ve wanted for a good while, I think.” Pamela reached an arm over his shoulder, holding the back of his head while she pressed the rest of her body against him. Her leg curled around his and she nibbled his ear lobe with a gentle tug.
She added, “A night with me. No submission. No domination.”
“I will always remember you, trust me,” Jonathan said, moaning softly at the feel of her breath against his skin. “Since I doubt you have Edward bound and hidden under that flimsy dressing gown...” he trailed off when she spoke again and he smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, leaning down to kiss her gently. “No demands?” he questioned, wanting her to be sure.
“I’ll do my best not to,” she chuckled, “But I will try. Cross my heart.” Pamela used her free hand to draw an X-shape over her left breast. She kissed him this time, but with a little force. Not enough to be taking back what she had said she’d try to do, but there were some things about Pam that she could never be. Not anymore, at least. One of those was weak, and while she would try not to force Jonathan to submit to her, or demand anything of him, she did expect that he would be able to keep up with the pace she set.
Speaking against his lips, “Let’s get you out of those clothes, hmm?”
Jonathan laughed, pulling away from the kiss a bit, reaching up to loosen his tie. “I would much rather get you out of...well, that,” he said, looking down at her dressing gown before smirking at her and using his loose tie to wrap around her waist, pulling her close again. “I don’t want to waste time stripping,” he whined, before kissing her neck, biting and sucking on the flesh, indulging in his fantasies he’d suffered since the moment he met her.
“Mine takes less time, seeing as it’s only a dress,” she closed her eyes, “But I can help you with that.” Seizing his shirt, she jerked at both sides, a button or two flying off as the fabric was no match for her strength. Pam worked quickly into pushing it over his shoulders and then down his arms to gather at his wrists. His attentions to her skin were not unnoticed as she had to take in a breath in order to continue. Tiny shivers of pleasure emanated from where his mouth suckled. While she had been busy working at his shirt, her garden had reacted to her feelings and vines had undid the front of his pants, dragging the fabric down to his ankles and then trying to tug further for him to step out of them.
In a matter of seconds, Jonathan was stripped of most of his clothing. He didn’t want to waste time, and so she didn’t waste time. Pamela seized his hair, pulling his mouth away from her neck and brought it to her own mouth to kiss him again. Her hold on his hair was unrelenting, however, and until he complained she would expect that he might enjoy it in a way.
Jonathan yelped as he was stripped, stepping out of his pants with a frown at the vines. “If they start molesting me there better be lube involved,” he muttered, giving a gasping moan as she pulled on his hair, kissing her hungrily, almost violently, jerking her body hard against his.
His hands slid down her hips to her thighs, pulling up the gown to caress her bare skin, moaning again before lifting her so she could wrap her legs around him, pressing her back against a tree nearby to assist in holding her as he continued caressing her thighs and hips under the robe.
“When I get back, I’ll be sure to remember that,” she laughed. Her legs locked around him, holding him there and laughing like some wild magical thing out of a folk story. One of her hands still gripped his hair, the other caught hold of his jaw, crushing his mouth against hers in bruising kisses. The kisses were carnal and hungry, with nips and bites at his mouth. The bark of the tree scraped against her back and she ignored it because she enjoyed a bit of pain as well.
Smiling against his mouth she teased, “Don’t be gentle. That’s boring.”
“Not to me,” he muttered, before pulling back from the kiss against the hold, smirking. “I take it you don’t want a sweet, romantic night?” he teased, pulling open her dressing gown, moaning as she was finally revealed to him, licking his lips. “Dreamt of this...” he muttered, before latching onto a nipple.
Pam let out another laugh, “Bittersweet has always been more my style, I suppose. A little pain mixed with pleasure and...” she trailed off, closing her eyes and breathing as he caught hold of a breast with his mouth. She released his hair and then reached above, taking hold of a branch and then using the other arm to brace herself there and gain some balance. “...it’s just the right combination for a perfect evening. Is this what you learned at Harvard?” Because Pam had done her homework on Dr. Crane, not that she hadn’t believed him, but it was good to know about people you were working with.
Jonathan gave a gentle bite to the tender flesh before smirking. “I’ve only had one sexual encounter,” he said, pressing their hips together, teasing her. “With three men and two women...it was very educational,” He kissed his way up to her lips, giving them a lick before kissing his way back down and over to her other breast, giving that nipple a gentle bite.
His first sexual encounter was an orgy? Good god. “Good to know they were teaching you something useful there,” she breathed heavily, accepting the kiss before he went to show attentions to her other breast. Pam’s hips rocked against his groin and she dropped her head back against the tree.
“Come,” she beckoned with a stroke of his cheek and then wiping below his bottom lip. Her finger traced around her breast once before the nail tucked under his chin, drawing him back up to kiss her again. Her other arm released the branch and she kissed him fully, refusing to let his mouth wander just yet until she tasted him completely. The toxin that came to her lips wasn’t to poison, or kill, to cause anything more than his lips to feel a light tingling sensation that extended to his skin as she kissed his throat, sucking the space over his jugular, intending on leaving a well-placed bruise there from her teeth scraping against it.
“Please don’t tell me to come before I’m inside of you,” he muttered, groaning at the tingling from her lips, jerking against her as she ran her teeth over his neck, one of erogenous zones. “Fuck, Pamela,” he whimpered, reaching down to stroke between her legs, intent on driving her insane as she was doing him.
“Though I’m not sure how long after that I will last,” he added, burying one of his hands in her hair and pulling her head up for a hungry kiss, moaning deeply.
Squirming against him, Pamela said nothing but worked her teeth against his skin intent on continuing until she felt there would be a satisfying bruise there to last him a few days. He drew her into another kiss though and she returned it eagerly. She tangled her fingers in his hair, jerking his chest against his and then wiggled her hips against his touch. She was never one to turn away the pleasure of sex and touch. Sensations, feelings, the branches of the tree they were leaning against shuddered, as if it were feeling it too. "I know you're ready," she taunted, studying his face, "And it's not like you don't know what to do. I'm not a patient person and if you don't do something now, I'll have to take action in a way that you won't like." Meaning showing force in a way that would try to shove him into submission. There was only so much she could hold onto before the control freak she was holding at bay took over.
Pam finally looked up at him. The whites of her eyes had gone dark, almost black. The green irises illuminated by this change. Vines twisted against his ankles and then tugged, with intentions of causing him to fall back, though there were other plants there to catch his fall and lead him to the cool grass gently.
Jonathan yelped as the vines tugged at him, releasing her and falling back as intended, lying against the grass, laughing at nothing. “Come here and take me then, if you’re so insistent on control,” he said, turning his head to look at her, smirking. “Before I explode from the thought of being inside you,”
Some things would never change. One of those was Pam’s need to be on top. “You haven’t really seen me insistent, Jonathan,” she cooed. Pam had tumbled down with him, but caught herself, hovering over Jonathan, straddled over his groin. Hands at either side of his head, her red waves tumbling over her shoulders to tickle over the scars on his chest. Dipping her face down to his, she kissed him slowly, taking her time as she did and made sure to pull away with that same pace. She stood on her knees over him, positioning herself to align with his hips and then reached down to take him into her firm grip.
Her hand slid over him only once before she guided her own hips down onto him, taking him into her just as slow as she’d kissed him half a moment before. Pam watched his reaction as she did this, and let go of the breath she was holding when she’d completely sheathed him.
Jonathan groaned deeply as she settled herself down onto him, reaching up to grip her hips, keeping her from moving for a moment as he simply savored the feeling of being inside her, looking up her body hungrily.
After a short while he loosened his grip, allowing her to move as he pushed against her, raising her via her hips before pulling her back down, keeping the movements slow, teasing. He hissed sharply as their bodies move, eyes fluttering closed before he forced them back open, desperate to watch her, to drink in and savor the sight.
He wanted to chain her to his bed and never allow her to leave.
That might be what Jonathan would want, but in the end, Pam was not one meant to be chained. She rolled her hips, lifting them up and down, sliding him in and then out, each time a hair of a second faster than before. As much as Pam wanted to be more plant than human, she was, in the end, still more human than plant. Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched her neck back, her back doing the same. With her arms behind her, she panted softly at first, feeling the pleasure climbing further and further upward to her breaking point.
“Hate you,” Jonathan muttered as Pam started speeding up, moving to match the speed as he leaned up, kissing her hungrily before kissing his way back down to the breasts he had spent weeks fantasizing over in his cold, lonely room.
As he playfully bit and tugged at the erect nipples, he wrapped his arms more around her, holding her securely in his embrace, not wanting to let her go until forced, body trembling as he reached closer and closer to climax, one hand sliding down between them to tease at her clitoris. “Come for me,” he demanded, eyes flashing as he looked up at her, switching breasts.
And that was where Jonathan made his mistake. Pam’s eyes flashed open and out of nowhere, vines snapped out to seize him by the wrists and draw him back. This was about sharing and while yes, she’d forced him onto his back, he could have protested and she would have taken a moment to pause. The vines held Jonathan’s wrists in a vice like grip, like thick cords and it would take a great deal of strength to break free of them. They were in her playground, after all, with her precious garden at her beck and call.
“You first,” she said in a sing-song voice and tapped his nose. This was supposed to be her gift to him and yet she drew the line at the demand. She was willing to bend a little, but not quite that much. Hands on his stomach, she drew them upward before raking them back down. “You should be more careful of what you tell me to do,” she whispered, leaning forward to slide him out of her slowly as her hips drew upward, “And I’ll let it go this time. But remember to whom you’re speaking with next time.” She kissed him on the nose where she’d tapped him before.
Pam turned so her back was facing him, the vines pulling him up against her back and then releasing him. “Don’t make me angry,” she kissed him on the cheek, “I’d like you to live long enough to remember tonight.”
At the first touch of the vines Jonathan panicked, fear visible in his expression. The problem was though, fear just aroused him that much more. He actually whimpered fully as she teased him, most of her words going in one ear and out the other as he focused on the pleasure coursing through him.
When the plants drew him up, he latched onto her neck, moving so that he could thrust into her hard, almost violently, not intending to hurt but consumed with the need to take her until she exploded into little Pam pieces. His hands once more found her breasts, one hand fondling them, the other wrapping around her waist to hold her as he moved inside her, groaning her name repeatedly against the skin of her neck.
There was a shift, a change, in Jonathan. He wasn’t submitting but reacting more forcefully. And Pam took that as a challenge. His attentions to her might be giving him an advantage, but she was enjoying herself so what did it matter right then? They slipped right back into the pace they had been at before, likely that each of them were dancing along the edge and waiting for the other to fall over into blissful oblivion.
Nothing was about patience anymore, teasing or mocking. It was about the base need to reach that high point. Her soft sighs were now moans and grunts, meeting each thrust of his hips with her own. Sweat began to drip from her brow and neck, rolling over her green tinted skin. Pam clenched hard around Jonathan to give him, hopefully, the push he needed to release.
Jonathan groaned, whimpering and moaning. “Fuck, you feel so good Pam...I could spend the rest of my life, buried inside you,’ he whispered against her flesh, licking at her neck, tasting the sweat and feeling a bit of smugness that it was because of him.
As she tightened around him, he groaned out her name again, coming hard, body spasming, arms tightening even harder around her, forcing his mouth away before he bit into her flesh hard enough to leave a mark.
The bite wasn’t what set her off, but it was likely part of it. Pamela enjoyed sex, yes, but it didn’t happen often that she achieved an orgasm. Most of the men she was with whimpered out. It wasn’t really disappointing as it was expected, and she always took pleasure in knowing that she could put them exactly where she wanted them. Her body shivered as she sucked in a breath and let it out in short gasps. It ended almost as quickly as it had arrived, but for that time, it had been enough to make her want to scream.
Pam’s chest rose and fell quickly, breathing hard from the physical exertion and everywhere felt wonderful. She rested there, feeling Jonathan still inside of her, though soft instead of rock hard like he’d been before. Pam peeled herself away from him, the sweat already starting to stick and turned to face Jonathan, taking a seat next to him.
“The house is yours, till I return of course,” she said. She lied down and looked up to the sky, “I can’t promise you any more lab equipment, so you’ll have to make do. Along with what this garden has to offer.” Pam reached out to touch a flower nearby. It looked almost as if it were trying to cradle itself against the palm of her hand.
Jonathan wrapped an arm around her as he lay next to her, spooned against her side. “I promise I’ll take care of it for you, Ivy,” Jonathan said, kissing her bare shoulder. By ‘it’, he meant the garden and the plans contained within, the thing she cared about the most.
“Between Thomas and I, your garden is in perfectly safe hands, both of us are boys well versed in taking care of plants,” He stole another kiss, curling more against her, unable to stop. He would never admit it aloud, but a deep, buried part of him had fallen for her. Not in the way he had Edward or Harley, but Pam would always hold a piece of his heart.
It would hurt, to have her leave when she did tomorrow.
“May I stay with you tonight?” he asked softly, looking up at her.
Pamela looked at Jonathan and contemplated how to answer. “Yes,” she said, “But I suspect by the time you wake, I’ll be gone. My darlings will make sure you’re kept warm.” Fear and domination wasn’t the only way to get someone to do what you asked. She took care of people she called her friends, or people like Jonathan who she wasn’t sure what to call. Lover for the night, perhaps? Regardless of labels, she was capable of kindness to others that were classified as human.
“Sleep, Jonathan,” she coaxed and turned her body away from him, allowing him to lie against her. Pam took the initiative to take his arm over her stomach to keep her there. Knowing that was primarily what he wanted. She turned her head, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and then laid her head on her arm, breathing in the scent of everything in the air.
Jonathan pulled her closer, resting his lips against the top of her head before laying his cheek against the same spot, slowly closing his eyes, his arm instinctively tightening around her, not wanting to let her go, even as he fell asleep.