Couple of screws loose (quite_vexing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-05-16 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells, harley quinn |
Who: Harley and Helena
What: Harley and Helena flirt and decide to have an open relationship
When: Recently.
Where: Harley’s place
Warnings: piles of money, self esteem issues, threats of murdering the joker
Status: Complete!
To say that Helena was intensely curious as to seeing Harley’s place was an understatement. She’d always been curious to see where her...friend-with-benefits lived. She just hadn’t really asked or pushed the topic before. However, now she almost couldn’t wait to get to Harley’s. So after arranging an overnight babysitter for Christina, considering Helena doubted she’d be home until the following day or very late at night at best, she got ready and headed over to Harley’s.
She was dressed normally, in skinny jeans a dark blue oxford shirt that was neatly tucked into her jeans, and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The top three buttons were undone, exposing a nice view of her chest as well as that curious locket she’d been wearing more often lately. Arriving at Harley’s, she knocked on the door and waited to be let in.
And for some reason she was nervous. Why was she nervous? It wasn’t like she was realizing certain feelings and wondering if the invitation to Harley’s place was solely based on the pile of money or if it was based on other things as well.
It was actually the first time Harley had invited someone to her place in years. Which made it a big enough deal that she was having second thoughts.
She lived in a house in a fairly nondescript neighborhood. It had a chainlink fence and was designed in a Mexican ranch style. And it was way too late for the second thoughts. She answered the door, accompanied by a pair of pugs yapping at her heels. She was wearing booty shorts and her dream corset, and had given up on her efforts to stop herself from putting on her facepaint for the day. She flashed a grin at Helena. “Hey there, H. Come on in!”
When Harley answered the door, she wasn’t certain what was more surprising, the two pugs or the facepaint. The facepaint was certainly odd, though not completely when taking what she knew of Harley’s dreams into account. And given the fact Helena had noticed some of her dream behaviors bleeding over into her waking life, she figured Harley’s were as well.
“Hello, Harley,” she said returning the smile and she didn’t hesitate to step inside. She looked down at the pugs, careful to maneuver around them before she looked back to Harley, eyes of course lingering on that corset and booty shorts for some moments. “You make that corset look good,” she complimented before looking up at Harley proper.
“It’ll look better on my floor,” Harley joked. She closed the door and locked it, then nudged one of the pugs aside with her foot before reaching towards Helena, putting her hand on her shoulder. “Thanks for comin’. An’ not bringing the state troopers.”
“I certainly cannot argue that point,” she returned with a chuckle. Helena smiled and gave a nod, one hand reaching out and resting on the small of Harley’s back. “You’re welcome. I’d rather not see you in jail, thank you. Though at this point, I’d be sharing the cell with you as opposed to simply be visiting you there.”
She tilted her head, before guiding Helena by the arm into her living room. She already had a really expensive looking bottle of bourbon on the table, as well as crystal glasses. “Did you do something?”
Heading into the living room, she did take note of the décor on the way. The bottle of bourbon and the crystal glasses was a surprise. And because she was going to live in denial for the time being, would assume it was more Harley just spending some of the money she had as opposed to the possibility it meant something more. “By not bringing the police with me? Yes, I am. But I am not about to turn on you.”
Harley fidgeted a bit, before plopping into the couch. She patted the seat next to her. “In my experience most people tend to turn on me. Not too many folks that actually get my back.”
She noticed the fidgeting, but sat down next to Harley without comment on it. “Then they clearly don’t know what they’re losing because I think you’re an amazing woman.” Illegal activities aside, or included, it was difficult to tell. Helena had somewhat balanced out during the lull her dreams had taken of late. But her moral compass was definitely a bit more skewed than it had been before she’d started dreaming. Plus she had a bit of a weakness for Harley, had feelings for her if she was honest about it.
Leaning forward, Harley poured them some drinks. “I screw it up often enough. Afraid I’ll screw it up here, somehow.” Left unsaid were the words ‘with you’ hanging in the air. There were often words left hanging in the air around Dr. H.
The words left hanging were heard loud and clear by Helena. “I have my own track-record for screwing things up, so you’re in good company. Depending upon how you look at it, of course.” Helena had a propensity for running away from things. Any relationship that had the potential to become serious over the past nine years had been one she ran from. Until now. Even though part of her was screaming to run away from this as well.
Running away would probably be to the best for Helena. For Harley, it would probably push her farther over an edge she was already about the skydive off of. “I don’t deserve any better. Which is stupid because I know I do but I don’t feel like I do. Sometimes i’m outside looking in and taking notes.”
Even if running away would be for the best for Helena, she also never actually abandoned someone she cared about. And, well, she cared for Harley, probably more than she’d actually realized on a conscious level. “Of course you deserve better, Harley. As long as I’m here, you don’t need to be on the outside looking in because you’re right in here with me.”
“I’m kinda looking in right now. There’s cobwebs and screwballs in my head. Half the time I don’t even remember if I’m in this world or the other.” She put her hand on Helena’s. “But you ground me, Dr. H.”
“And I want to ground you as much as I possibly can, Harley.” Helena put her other hand over Harley’s. “I really like you, and I want to be here for you.” The words themselves frightened the hell out of her, but Helena wasn’t backing down from them. She merely questioned her ability for a monogamous relationship currently.
“You like me, you really like me?” She put a hand over her chest in faux shock. “That’s dangerous but I’m pretty sure that’s part of the attraction. Tell me I’m wrong.”
Helena couldn’t help but to smile. “Perhaps it is, but danger is part of what makes life interesting.” She looked at Harley for some moments before she continued. “I have been hurt in the past, and I don’t think I’m ready for a monogamous relationship. I could, however, do an open relationship, if that’s something you are agreeable to?” Even as the words were out of Helena’s mouth, she had a great fear that Harley would reject it, reject her. For all her ego and bravado in everything else, in this she was highly insecure and more or less expecting to end up hurt instead of happy.
Harley tilted her head, then threw her arms around Helena and kissed her soundly on the lips, complete with big wet smooching sound. “I like ‘em open. If you get what I’m sayin’.”
That wasn’t the reaction she’d expected, but she’d most certainly take it. She returned the kiss emphatically as her arms slid around Harley. “Mm I believe I do understand that. It’s far more fun when things are open.” And there was a smirky grin.
Life changed too fast. Especially with these dreams involved. If Pam A Lam or Selina or god forbid Mr. J reared their heads Harley wasn’t sure what she’d do. Though she’d hope that H would help her put a bullet in J’s head. Yeah. That would be nice. She kissed Helena again, a little harder this time. “Promise I won’t get jealous. Least not in a way that ain’t funsies.”
Helena would most happily help Harley put a bullet into J’s head. Or even torture the hell out of him first. Helena was more than capable of extremely sadistic torture, especially when it was in vengeance of someone she cared about. She returned the kiss, one hand settling on Harley’s hip. “Jealousy can make for some interesting and hot foreplay at times,” she murmured against Harley’s lips before flicking her tongue against them lightly.
“Does it involve spankings,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed as Helena did that tongue thing that threatened to bring conscious thought to a halt. But then she remembered something. “Didn’t I promise ya a pile of money?”
“It might, yes,” she responded with a slightly husky chuckle. That, however, was something that Harley would find out if such a thing ever occurred. All of the anxiety she’d previously felt over her feelings for Harley had been replaced by relief. And perhaps a sense of giddiness that she hadn’t felt in far, far too long. “You did, and I must say I am rather curious to see this pile of money.”
Harley bounced to her feet, pulling Helena with her. She led her through a maze of boxes, down a hallway, and then left into the master bedroom. It was lavishly furnished and piled high on the bed was two-hundred thousand dollars in one-hundred dollar bills. “Ta~da~!”
Following Harley, Helena had to marvel a bit at the lavish bedroom. Though her gaze settled quickly on the bed and the money that was piled on it. She’d never seen so much money in one place before. “Well now, the money makes quite the bed. But I rather think it’ll look all the better with us on top of it.” She pulled Harley close to her, a hand sliding down her side and around to her ass, pulling her hips close against her.
Breath stolen, Harley grinned at Helena with a slightly dazed expression on her face. Her smile was practically beaming. “Lets get dirty an’ then shower and then get dirty again.”
“I do quite like the way you think, darling,” Helena responded with a grin of her own. She leaned in and kissed Harley again, deep and hard. “Though would the shower make us clean, or simply make us that much dirtier?” She questioned.
“Take a wild guess.” Harley put all the seduction into her voice that she could, before pushing Helena onto the bed.