Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-04-13 01:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | h g wells, harley quinn |
Who: Harley and Helena
What: Some target practice now that Helena has a new toy. Because letting two women with questionable sanity loose with guns is a good idea?
When: Evening of April 7th
Where: A location in the desert
Warnings: PG-13 for some adult content and guns being fired
Status: Complete upon posting!
In her life, Helena had seen plenty of the dark side of humanity, both through movies and television as well as first hand. Some human remains that she’d excavated had died violently and horribly. But she’d always been able to distance herself from it, always holding the utmost sympathy for the victim and the utmost disgust for the purpetrator. However, after her dream the previous night, Helena was finding herself having the opposite opinion.
The way she’d killed those men would put most, if not all, slasher horror movies to shame and make them seem like child’s play. It was an immense struggle within herself to keep her head on straight, especially when she could feel that intense anger and hate bubbling within her now. It was a part of her much as if her own hands had committed the crime in her waking life. And the fact that she’d woken with a gift only made it that much harder to dissociate herself from her dream.
Harley’s suggestion of shooting targets wasn’t, in theory, a bad thing. In fact, Helena really wanted to pull the trigger several times. So after getting a baby sitter for Christina, she went to meet Harley at the place she’d told her. Regardless of whatever else was going on in her head, Helena was looking forward to seeing Harley again. At the very least, it would be time spent together? So when she arrived, she grabbed her purse, which had her Tesla in it, and went to find Harley.
Harley would be able to understand easier than most. Her dreams were often violent, brutally so, both in the punishment she recieved and the pain she dished out. She’d done things that have given her unique nightmares, but at least as her dreams had progressed she’d angled her homocidal tendencies towards people that deserved it. Disassociating herself with the Joker had certainly helped with that.
But awake. Awake, Harley still had trouble remembering who she was. Holding onto the parts of herself that were still Harleen, and not the Harlequin.
The prospect of playing with a new gun was more Harley Quinn than Harleen Quinzel, and she could own up to that.
She arrived early on a brand new motorcycle, wearing booty shorts and a shirt tied above her belly button. She even had on boots and a big hat. The big hat was necessary. Don’t ask.
The fact that she was white as a sheet wasn’t, but she couldn’t help that. She’d at least kept herself from putting on absurd makeup, and her hair remained blonde instead of red and black and blonde. For now.
“Helena!” She flashed a grin at her …. close personal friend…. and waved enthusiastically at her.
The more she dreamt about her dream self descending into the throes of madness due to throwing herself into anger and hate instead of handling the grief over her daughter’s death, the more Helena felt herself slipping. She’d never thought herself to be unbalanced in any way, save perhaps after her ex-boyfriend had dropped her like a hot potato when she was pregnant. But now? Now she was questioning herself. Especially after her somewhat misguided decision to go clubbing on a weeknight. And nearly feel up a straight woman.
One day when both she and Clara weren’t having issues, Helena would apologize to her. After all, Helena had instigated things. Though she’d stopped after Clara had shown signs of not being okay. After that, though, Helena had gone to a bar as she’d wanted to be drunk. A decision she sorely regretted Friday morning, but that was a consequence she’d been willing to pay.
Now part of her was putting her current decision to come shoot things with Harley in the same category as the going-out-on-a-weeknight decision. But the larger part didn’t care about that right now. Helena had issues and she needed to relieve some stress.
Of course, seeing Harley in that outfit made her look her over a bit longer than necessary. She had an appreciation for Harley’s beauty, after all. While Harley was showing off skin, Helena was the opposite, wearing black skinny jeans that hugged her curves perfectly and a long sleeved dark blue oxford shirt, which was neatly tucked into her jeans. However, there was a good portion of her chest showing as the top two buttons were undone. The exposed skin also revealed a curious locket that had been her previous dream gift.
“Hello, darling,” she greeted with a smile as she approached Harley. “How are you?” Her gaze ran over Harley again as she noted the paleness of her skin. Or, more accurately, the whiteness.
Feeling up a straight woman never ends well. Harley can attest to that. Several times. Or a gay guy once. That had been awkward.
She grinned at Helena, enjoying the way the jeans showed off her legs, but of course her eyes fell onto the other woman’s chest for longer than strictly necessary. She so very much loved the human body. The locket was a curious thing, and Harley a curious person, but she didn’t say anything about it yet. “I’m surviving.”
Harley used her hip to push herself away from her bike and sauntered over towards Helena. She wasn’t sure if H was lingering on the skin or the whiteness. “Mr. J force bleached me in the dreams, I guess Orange County decided I needed that treatment here.”
Helena really should’ve stuck to her initial feeling about Clara. But what was done was done, and she would talk to Clara about it in the future. Or not talk about it, however they decided to play it.
But currently she was more than happy to forget about that and focus on the here and now. At hearing the explanation for the white skin, which she’d been stuck on for both the skin and white, she frowned softly as she stepped up to Harley, her eyes still moving over her skin, though her gaze did come to a rest on Harley’s eyes.
“Did it hurt? Or does it hurt?” Helena had yet to experience it, but she knew of people feeling pain from things in their dreams. And, well, she was concerned about Harley. She was also a bit hesitant to touch her until she knew whether or not it hurt.
“It still feels like skin,” she assured her, not quite looking her in the eyes. “Doesn’t hurt now. Hurt like crazy when he pushed me into the vat.” She shrugged her shoulder, like it was no big deal and just something that happened, like clouds in the sky or rain in Seattle. “You can touch me, dollface. It won’t hurt.” Should still feel good like always. She hoped.
“I’m sorry he did that to you,” she responded. And of course with the invitation given, Helena didn’t hesitate to reach out and touch Harley. Now while most people might have started with an exposed arm or a hand, Helena’s hands went elsewhere. Fingers came up to Harley’s cheek, giving it a gentle caress, while her other hand slid along Harley’s exposed side. It did still feel like skin, and she couldn’t help but to feel more than a little anger towards the Joker for having done such a thing to Harley.
Such a small touch, but it nearly undid Harley’s bravado. She let out a shuddery sigh, and leaned into the touch. She may have been worrying just a little bit about Helena’s reaction. She supposed that she shouldn’t have. “Ain’t your fault, no need to apologize. Now you gotta toy? I brought a few toys too, figure we could shoot something with heavy calibur too!”
The white would take a little getting used to, but Helena wasn’t the type to pull away simply because of the color of someone’s skin. She let her touch linger for some moments before turning her attention to Harley’s words. “I see you have a new motorcycle,” she said giving a nod to it as she pulled her hands back and slid her purse off of her shoulder. “I would like to see what toys you’ve brought, darling.” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her Tesla for Harley’s viewing pleasure.
Harley had a small trailer covered with a tarp, but she was distracted by the Tesla. “Oh that’s sexy. That’s real sexy. Can I touch it?” She stroked her finger along the casing even as she was asking for permission. She could have a lot of fun with that. Zap some real bastards if she wanted.
Helena smiled as her gaze turned to the Tesla. “Thank you, it’s my own design. Well, my dream self’s design. And yes you can.” She had to marvel at the craftsmanship of the gun. It was one thing to see it used in her dreams, it was quite another to actually hold it and see it for herself. “Though do be careful,” she cautioned. It did take a bit of force to pull the trigger, but Helena didn’t want either of them to be accidentally zapped. After all, it’d erase their memory of about five minutes or so prior to being zapped.
“What’s it look like when it shoots?” She asked. Her hand moved from gun to Helena’s arm. “Is it like a taser, or a lightning gun? I’ve seen some real weird guns in my dreams. Freeze rays, heat rays, laughing gas bombs. Really, just name it.”
“I’d say it’s more like a lightning gun, though not completely.” Helena glanced around, then spotted a target. When she pulled the trigger a green continuous bolt of energy that looked similar to lightning shot out and zapped the discarded can. “There are different settings on this. The lowest setting renders a person unconscious and erases the last few minutes from their memory prior to being zapped. The highest setting can turn someone or something into ash.”
Harley bounced in place and clapped her hands together as she let out a cheer. Her mind ran through a dozen scenarios for that option. “Anythin’ to give someone a shock they won’t soon forget? For reasons.” She leaned in and purred in Helena’s ear. “And zap the can again.”
Helena chuckled a bit. “Indeed,” she responded as she looked at Harley, then back to her Tesla. At the purr, a smirk crossed her face. “As you wish, darling.” She then twisted the knob around the barrel of the Tesla, turning it up to the higher setting. She then took aim for a moment and zapped the can again. This time, it was reduced to ash by the green energy that hit it. Looking back to Harley, she arched her brows curiously. “What do you think of that?”
“I think I’m kinda turned on.” Harley laughed, then walked over to the trailer behind her bike and pulled off the tarp. She hefted an assault rifle. “Wanna play with mine too?”
“You aren’t the only one,” she responded with a smirk. Helena then followed Harley over to the trailer, eyeing the assault rifle. “Well now, don’t you look sexy with that?” She commented. There was a telltale glint to her eyes that she rather enjoyed this more than she really should have. Helena was becoming a bit unstable. Or perhaps a little more than that.
Harley slipped a clip into the weapon and locked it. She used exaggerated movements that made it look a lot sexier than it had any right to be. “Let me go set up some more cans an’ we’ll fill ‘em with holes. Yeah?”
“By all means, darling,” Helena said with a smirk. Because setting up cans would undoubtedly mean Harley would be bending over. Or at least giving her a nice view of her ass. Somewhere in there, her rational side was screaming at her to stop and get Harley to stop. But she most certainly wasn’t listening to that.
She handed Helena the gun, then walked over towards the end of the range. She started to set up cans, bottled, a few targets… Making sure to bend over just long enough for Helena to really enjoy the view. Especially in those shorts. “Come on babe, start firing. I trust you not to hit me.”
Where was rationality? Sanity? Harley could feel it slipping away.
Taking the gun, Helena kept her finger well away from the trigger while Harley was setting up targets. After all, she wanted to take in the view of Harley’s ass without fear of accidentally pulling the trigger. And oh, that was a beautiful sight to behold.
“I shall not betray that trust, darling,” she said as she lifted the gun, taking care to hold it properly and take aim at a target. It needed to be said that Helena had never even held a gun in her life, let alone fired one. However, her dream self was an excellent marksman when she had the opportunity. So Helena took aim and pulled the trigger, hitting her intended target on the first try and, of course, leaving Harley unscathed in the process.
Harley didn’t even flinch as the bullets sped past her. She grinned, then bounced back towards her friend and bed-buddy. “I got more where that came from, doll.” She slipped behind Helena and pressed her body against her back. “Lemme help with your aim….”
The instant she felt Harley’s body against hers, she shifted her posture a bit, leaning back into Harley. “Please do. This is the first time I have fired a gun.” Her Tesla didn’t count because while it was a gun, it wasn’t one that used bullets like this one did. She took aim at a bottle, though she waited for Harley’s guidance on the matter before doing anything more.
“I’ve fired one or two, but that was a long time ago. Most of my gunfiring is dream related.” Harley nipped Helena’s shoulder, then guided her aim. “Little to the left. Just like that. This one kicks, so you wanna make sure you’ve got it good and locked against your shoulder.”
“That is still more than myself in this life. Though I seem to have inherited my dream self’s uncanny marksmanship.” Helena smirked at feeling that nip. At the guidance, Helena shifted the gun slightly so that it was braced against her shoulder better, and she held it tightly in place. “Will you catch me if the kick knocks me off-balance?” Because why not toss in flirting to mix in with the already rampant sexual body language they’d been giving each other?
“You are very good with your finger control,” Harley murmured, suggestively. “But if it does knock you off balance, I’ve got you. Oh boy do I got you.” She slipped a hand down Helena’s side, which was sure to sway her shot, or so she was hoping.
Helena smirked. “I’ve had practice,” she remarked suggestively. Which Harley would know first-hand. She steadied herself, then readied herself, though Harley’s hand along her side did sway her shot. Her finger was just pulling the trigger as Harley’s hand moved, and her body shifted into the touch, causing her shot to be guided slightly off her intended course. Though she remained balanced as the gun kicked back at her, which sent a jolt through her. “Well, then,” she said once the few rounds had gotten off.
“Little more to the left.” Harley liked big guns, she cannot lie. Her hands slid down to Helena’s waist, and her thumbs pressed into the muscles of her lower back. She rubbed them in circles. “If you’re not too distracted.”
She wondered if H had ever done the do on a pile of money. She wondered if H would turn her in if she admitted she had a pile of money.
Helena purred as she felt Harley’s thumbs rubbing circles into her lower back. She glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and smirked. “It’s difficult to not be distracted with a beautiful woman against me,” she commented before shifting her aim a little to the left and pulled the trigger again, hitting the target this time. She rolled her hips back against Harley as she turned her head and eyed Harley with a glint in her dark eyes and a smirk on her face.
As it was, Helena had not done it on a pile of money. Nor would she turn Harley in if she found out about said pile of money.
“I’m not doin’ anything bad,” Harley pouted. She grinned as the target shattered, and responded to Helena’s hips with a roll of her own. It was positively lewd, but it wasn’t like there was anyone else around at the moment. Her expression shifted into one that was almost tender. “You’re all right, H. I think… I think I’d totally lose it if I didn’t have a friend like you around.”
Helena licked her lips at the roll of Harley’s hips in return. She certainly didn’t mind the lewdness, even if there had been other people around. Though at seeing the expression shift and hearing Harley’s words, Helena lowered the gun and turned around to face Harley, looking her in the eye. The expression on her face was one that mirrored Harley’s, even if part of her was suddenly internally screaming. It was the part that was afraid of becoming too attached to someone.
“It is most fortunate that we met. I rather enjoy your friendship and company,” she said with a gentle smile, lifting her free hand to brush the backs of her fingers against Harley’s cheek.
Harley’s hand slid around and squeezed H’s butt, preventing their talk from becoming entirely too emotional. “You sure it ain’t just you enjoying my itchy trigger finger?”
A wide smirk curved Helena’s lips. “Well, perhaps a bit. Your trigger finger does work wonders,” she said in a purr. Her fingertips brushed along the side of Harley’s neck before leaning in and stealing a kiss.
Groaning into the kiss, Harley forgot about guns and weapons and terrors in her dreams. Helena couldn’t keep it all away, but she could make it a little better for a short period of time. It mostly felt as though Harley’s mind was fragmenting, and she was trying to save the pieces of herself that really mattered. Her kiss started to grow desperate and hungry.
Helena felt that desperation and hunger in Harley’s kiss, and perhaps her own had such tendencies as well. Her mind wasn’t doing much better, especially after the dream she’d had the previous night, but it was easier to focus on Harley and push everything else away for the meantime. Which was why she deepened the kiss and slid her arm around Harley’s back, pulling her close against her. Having Harley filling her senses at least silenced the turmoil within her for the time being.
Harley pushed Helena until her butt was against the low-riding trailer. There were several other weapons in there (and a grenade launcher?!), but she wasn’t thinking of that right now. She was thinking of all the things she wanted to do to Helena right now.
She groaned upon feeling her butt hit the trailer. In the process, she set the assault rifle aside, managing to not accidentally fire it in the process. Her hands then slid down to Harley’s ass, squeezing it and pulling her with her, a lustful smirk on her lips. She didn’t have a care for what else was in the trailer, at least not at this precise moment.
And the safety wasn’t even on. Naughty girl. Harley moved her head to Helena’s neck, biting liberally as she started to roughly work at the button to her pants. “We could get caught,” she gasped, giving H a way out if she wanted to take it.
Helena was rather the naughty woman when she wished to be. She tilted her head, giving Harley better access to her neck, groaning at the bites. “Then they had better enjoy the show or move on,” she murmured, one hand slipping around to Harley’s front and groping one of her breasts through her shirt.
"Fuck, Helena...." Harley made a sound in her throat that sounded like the purr of her motorcycle's motor. She wrapped a leg around Helena's backside, then tugged at her shirt, trying to push it up. "You're amazing. A hundred percent and then some."
“As are you, darling,” she responded in a purr. Helena turned her head and caught Harley’s earlobe in her teeth, giving it a bite and a tug. She arched her back, allowing Harley to push her shirt up easier. “I do love revving your engine.” She grazed one along the thigh Harley had wrapped around her while the other one untied her shirt.
She started to laugh, but the sound cut off into a little gasp when Helena’s fingers touched her skin. “I’m revved up and ready for stunt riding.” She shifted her hips back, hitting the assault rifle it went off, hitting several of the targets as she flailed and landed on her tailbone in the dirt.
Helena smirked at Harley’s response, and she was ready to indulge that when the assault rifle went off. Helena jumped at the sound and fell back against the trailer, a couple of the other guns jabbing her in the back a bit painfully, but thankfully their safeties were on and they didn’t go off. Getting up, she reached for Harley to help her up. “Are you alright?”
“My pride and my tailbone are bruised. That’s embarrassing, H.” She took her hand and let herself get pulled up. She waggled her eyebrows comically.“But kinda hot…” Though the mood might have been ruined. She wasn’t sure. Couldn’t hurt to ask.
Pulling Harley close, she slid a hand to her ass and rubbed the area where her tailbone was. “Well you did hit a few of the targets, so I would say that was hot,” she said with a bit of a smirk. The mood wasn’t completely ruined as far as Helena was concerned. “Though perhaps the safety should be put back on that gun.”
Harley’s eyes were gleaming with mischief and wanton lust. “But could you imagine the feel of the recoil right as we hit the high notes?”
Helena smirked as she pulled Harley’s hips tight against her own. “It would be quite the climax, would it not?” She gave Harley’s ass a squeeze.
Leaning in, she whispered the lewdest things she could think of for Helena to do into her ear, all the while her hands roaming into the other woman’s shirt. Just to forget. Wanting to forget. She had to forget she wasn’t some puppet, wasn’t some woman who’d lost her mind. And if she projected her need onto Helena, so be it. It couldn’t be genuine caring.
Right?
Oh the whispers were more than a turn on for Helena. And she was more than happy to oblige. In fact, her free hand moved back to untie Harley’s shirt, then slip under the cloth, her nails lightly grazing along the skin as her hand moved to Harley’s breast. Turning her head, she murmured in Harley’s ear, “I would be more than happy to oblige.” Because it was only proper to do what one requested, and not because she didn’t like Harley more than she’d admit to. Yes. That was it. That was definitely it.
Or was it?