Who: Harley and Helena What: Helena is making a surprise visit to Harley, and finds her in a compromising position. And then a confession is made. When: Late July Where: Harley’s place Warnings: PG-13 for some sexual content, including a bit of bondage Status: Complete upon posting
Sometimes her mental state of late frightened her. There were times when she questioned why she was doing the things she did, but Helena’s dreams had broken her mind, giving her the same consequence and mental state that her dream self had. Though she wasn’t actually planning to destroy the world here. She just liked causing havoc. Causing havoc with Harley.
And, well, being the closet romantic type, closet in the fact she hadn’t gotten a chance in recent years to be romantic, she’d gotten Harley two gifts. Mostly because she couldn’t decide between them, so she’d gotten both. She hoped Harley would like them. At the very least, they were in colors she thought she’d like. So she then decided to simply drop by Harley’s and give them to her now, thinking it would be fun to surprise her girlfriend.
She knocked on the door, but quickly turned the knob and let herself in. “Harley? Are you here?” She called, glancing around and listening to see if she could hear Harley or her dogs.
There was always a worry that there might be trouble with the law - or with the Batbrats. But Harley was prepared for either eventuality. She had stashes of cash stowed all over the place, and had purchased -with cash- some safe houses.
But until then, well, her house needed help. Like plumbing help. It turned out to be a very handsome plumber and after he’d taken care of her sink, he’d taken care of her pipes. Complete with her humming a bad porno tune.
The dogs rushed up to greet Helena and Harley sat up, wiping her mouth. “Uh.” She called out. “I’m kinda here?”
Helena bent down to give the dogs a couple pets. She was, admittedly, a dog person, she just hadn’t gotten one for herself yet. Though perhaps she should. It could be a surprise for when Christina came back home. But those were thoughts for another time. Right now she was here to see Harley. Hearing Harley’s response piqued her interest, so she followed the sound of her voice back to where it came from. She had a bag in hand, one which had two small-ish boxes in it.
When she came to Harley’s bedroom, the sight she was greeted with was quite the intriguing one. She arched her brows, a bit bemused upon the sight.
“So I see,” she commented, taking a step or two into the room before stopping. She wasn’t upset or angry, more amused than anything else, really. After all, they had an open relationship, it would be silly of her to throw a fit over something like this after having discussed having an open relationship.
Just wait until Harley’s hyenas showed up. Harley grinned brightly at Helena as she entered the bedroom. She glanced at the tied up man, then slipped off the bed. “I needed a plumber,” She offered by way of explaination. “What brings you by, dollface?”
“I certainly hope he fixed your plumbing well,” she glanced over at the man, arching a brow at him. There was perhaps more than a little trace of a smirk on her lips. “I also hope he was good at his job.” Both the actual plumbing and the sex. She then turned her attention to Harley, a smile crossing her face. “I got you a little something, darling.” She held out the bag. In the boxes, Harley would find an onyx and silver bracelet and a bracelet with Swarovski crystal on it, also set in silver. Helena was perhaps a little nervous, hoping Harley liked the styles.
“Eh.” Harley waggled her hand. “I’ve had better.”
Whatever the plumber was trying to say was muffled, and Harley ignored him. Her eyes were all over the bracelets, and she brought a hand to her mouth. “Oh H, those are gorgeous! You got them for me? Really? Just because?” In all of Harley’s lives (dreams and other), she could count on one hand the number of times someone had gotten her a present and didn’t want anything in exchange. It was really enough to make her emotional.
Helena also didn’t pay much attention to the plumber, instead more focused on Harley and the reaction to the bracelets. A warm smile crossed her face and she nodded. “Yes, for you, and just because.” She’d simply wanted to give Harley something. And she was more than happy to see that Harley liked the bracelets. “Try them on!” Helena encouraged.
Grinning like a loon, Harley put them on, one on each wrist. Maybe they didn’t quite match. Maybe she just didn’t care. She jangled her hands and watched the jewels sparkle, before wrapping her arms around Helena and - then she held up a finger, pulled away, popped a breathmint, then kissed Helena. Because she’s a lady, after all.
The bracelets looked good on Harley, and who cared if the bracelets didn’t match? Frankly, there had been a matching bracelet to the onyx one, but Helena hadn’t liked the garnet in it. She preferred the red crystal, so she’d gone with that. She slid her arms around Harley, then couldn’t help a soft chuckle as she watched her pop a breath mint. Helena returned the kiss, her arms wrapping around Harley snugly. It was a good feeling to know that Harley liked the gifts.
“I love ‘em,” she said, after a long moment. She didn’t particularly feel like budging, but she felt like this was something she needed to say out loud. She touched her forehead to Helena’s. “I really mean that. Best gift I ever got.”
“I am happy to hear that,” Helena said with a warm smile. She gently slid a hand along Harley’s back, gently caressing it. “You deserve it, darling.” She pressed a gentle kiss to Harley’s lips. It was strange just how comfortable Helena was at that moment, holding Harley and sharing this intimate moment with her. And to think just a few months earlier, such intimacy would’ve frightened her away faster than anything else.
It was only then that Harley remembered her state of undress. She laughed softly into the kiss, and wondered if she should get Helena something. She could probably use something, if not jewellry. A show of … emotion. She deepened the kiss, completley forgetting about her erstwhile plumbing situation.
She didn’t precisely need anything other than Harley, but Helena wouldn’t say no to the show of emotion. She returned the deepened kiss, her arms tightening around Harley as she held her close. The state of undress didn’t bother her, and she also forgot about the man tied to the bed. Helena was more enthralled with Harley at the moment as she slid a hand up to tangle her fingers in Harley’s hair.
Sighing into the kiss, Harley started to back Helena towards the bed. She stopped, not because there was someone tied to it, but because she was very much in danger of feeling too much. She broke the kiss to look into Helena’s eyes. “Fuck, H. That was...hell of a kiss.”
Helena was notorious for feeling too much, too deeply, and sometimes her emotions could run away with her. It had simply been that ever since the three day experience of being unable to move, the emotions of her dream self had been controlling her. Her mind had snapped, but she still had her sober moments. This was one of them where it was her emotions, not the emotions of her dream self. She gazed back into Harley’s eyes, a smile on her face, one hand coming to gently caress Harley’s cheek. “It was indeed. You take my breath away, Harley.”
“I like you a lot,” Harley breathed. She kissed her again, lightly like a feather. “You’re like my best Gal Pal and everything.” She said it like she was confessing the most romantic thing in the world.
“And I like you a lot,” she said, returning the kiss. Her thumb gently stroked over Harley’s cheekbone. “I am happy that we met. Fortune clearly smiled on us.” And Helena was well aware that they both had needed some good in their lives to offset the pain they’d suffered.
“I’m just lucky that way, but you’re even luckier because you have me.” She grinned cheekily.
Helena grinned and pulled Harley closer to her. “I am definitely a very lucky girl to have you.” She gave Harley a peck to the lips, the hand on Harley’s cheek sliding down over her shoulder, fingers lightly trailing along her back. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The plumber coughed, wriggling to try to get their attention. Harley leaned into Helena, resting her head on the woman’s shoulder. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. What do you wanna do with him?”
Oh. Right. The plumber. Helena placed a kiss to Harley’s shoulder before looking down at the man and contemplating for some moments. She kept brushing her fingers along Harley’s skin in gentle caresses. “Well, there is potential for a threesome. Though I’m also feeling selfish and wanting you to myself.” She may have purposefully put that image in the plumber’s mind.
“I’m game for whatever you want, dollface.” Harley flashed a toothy grin in the plumber’s direction. Sending him away now would be torture. And maybe the kind of torture they’d enjoy more than he would. She stage whispered. “But I’ve had better.”
Helena looked the man over. “He is rather nice-looking, but alas not every man knows how to properly use his tools.” She arched her brows at the man. “Still, there is room to learn, is there not? We could show him how to best please a woman?” Which again would probably be a bit more enjoyable for the two of them than for the plumber.
“Voyuerism, I like your style, H.” She grinned, draping herself on Helena’s shoulders and staring at the man. “But maybe we can give him some step-by-step instructions and next time he meets a broad he can make her go cross-eyed.”
Helena settled her hands on Harley’s hips, smirking a bit. “I think step-by-step instructions will be quite beneficial to him. It can be considered paying it forward to the next woman he sleeps with.” She chuckled and leaned in to nip at Harley’s neck.
Laughing, Harley reached for the man’s phone. “Why don’t we give him a recorded instruction video?” Shame? What’s that? “That way he’ll have it step-by-step.”
Harley.
Harley no.
Now, Helena drew the line at recording themselves for someone else’s benefit. “Darling, it is not the best idea to give a stranger such a video. I would rather not come across seeing it online.” She then nipped at Harley’s ear. “Though recording for our own personal benefit, that I am not opposed to.” Never let it be said that Helena Wells wasn’t kinky because she was a very kinky woman when she put her mind to it.
Harley tossed the phone aside. “Well if you insist, but I think you’re being silly.” She planted another kiss on Helena’s lips, before dragging her to the bed. “Okay Joe the Plumber, you’re gonna get learned good on how to properly please a woman. Capiche?”
The man stared at her.
“Careful, more like.” Helena returned the kiss, knowing both she and Harley had jobs and professional reputations to maintain. A sex video getting out on the internet where their employers and co-workers et al could see it? Didn’t seem like a good thing to Helena. She then looked at the man and gave him a charming and alluring smile. “I rather think you’ll enjoy this.” At which juncture, Helena needed to shed some layers of clothes, and she untucked her shirt from her pants.
“Sproing!” Harley vocalized, and then started giggling like she was twelve. “Okay this is gonna be fun.”
Helena smirked at the man. “Would you like to de-clothe me, darling, or shall I do the honors?” She was more than happy to go either way there. But she also didn’t want to deprive Harley of unwrapping her, so-to-speak, if she wanted to.
“Give me one more present and let me watch.” Harley sat on the end of the bed and looked up at Helena expectantly. She kicked her legs and patted Joe’s knee absently.
“As you wish,” she said with a bow of her head and a sensual smirk on her lips. Helena began to undo the buttons of her shirt, playing it up before letting the fabric slide off her shoulders and onto the floor at her feet, leaving her in her bra, but showing off her rather lean physique. She was skinny, almost too skinny, but obviously kept herself in shape. Next came undoing her belt and jeans. As she began to take them off, she turned around and stuck her ass out, giving both Harley and Joe a nice view as she bent over. And her thong only accented her shape.
Making a mental note to feed Helena better, Harley let her eyes roam as her girlfriend undressed. “It’s good to be me.”
It was really good to be Harley. Pretty good to be Joe the Plumber too, but he didn’t really mind - he had a story that would go down in infamy!
Harley stretched in bed, then rolled over to curl into Helena. “Hey… y’know what? I think we passed.”
It was also really good to be Helena. Especially considering she was allowing herself to settle into a relationship. And even while it was fun including Joe the plumber, Helena more enjoyed Harley, for some obvious reasons.
Helena smiled a bit lazily and slid her arms around Harley. She lightly ran her fingers along Harley’s skin as she held her close. “I do believe you are correct, darling.”
“Last coupla relationships didn’t go so well. The douchecanoe was so possessive it was legit scary.” She studied the contrast in their skin. Helena’s tan was dark against Harley’s ghost-white. “Well, I mean. It could raise the hackles on your neck some of the shit he pulled.”
“I am rather certain if I ever met him, I’d hurt him more than a little for that. I greatly dislike men like that.” Helena lightly traced little circles along Harley’s back with the tip of a finger. And, well, if Harley were ever motivated, she could most certainly play connect the dots with the plethora of freckles Helena had on her torso, both front and back. “I don’t think I told you, but you are the first person in over a decade to make it past the second date with me.”
"I was like...like a doll he could arrange anyway he'd like. But he don't know what I've become, what I can do now. And the friends I got. Like you." Harley lifted her head from where it had been pillowed on Helena. “...Really?”
“You’ve become much more than that, and you indeed have friends, and me. You’re better than that.” Helena looked at Harley as she lifted her head, and nodded. “Yes. After Christina’s father dumped me, I had a very hard time when it came to dating. Sometimes people didn’t want the baggage of a young child around. Others all I wanted was sex. And there were a couple that had potential for being something but I ran away. But with you, I stopped running.”
“I don’t know if I woulda ran after you,” Harley whispered, looking into Helena’s eyes, her own wide. “Everyone usually leaves me to myself anyway and maybe I wouldn’t know the difference. But I’m glad you didn’t run, ‘cause now I’d know the difference. I mean, H, we beat a man together, that’s bonding.”
Helena gazed back into Harley’s eyes, her own deepening further. “I’m happy I didn’t run either. And I would beat a man with you again. I would torture the Joker the same way I tortured Christina’s murderers before I finally killed them.” Helena gently caressed Harley’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. “As long as I am able, I will never let anyone hurt you again.” That wasn’t quite what she wanted to say, but Helena was finding it rather frightening to actually say what she really meant.
“Helena,” Harley breathed, searching for something to say that was as deep and emotional as what Helena was saying, but in her own internal panic, the only words that came to mind were…
“You’re my best Gal Pal.”
As she gazed at Harley, Helena’s own heart was pounding in her chest. Could Harley hear it? Could she feel it? At any rate, Helena tried to find something to say. Though she couldn’t really say it any better than she just had. Wasn’t the confession of doing terrible things to the Joker and not letting anyone hurt Harley again the equivalent of a confession of love? Maybe. Maybe not. Nevertheless, she was trying not to panic, wondering if saying the words would scare Harley off.
But she hadn’t bolted with her previous statements. Was that a good sign? She hoped so. Especially considering what next came out of her mouth.
“I love you.” The words were spoken softly but with the utmost truth. And for the first time in a decade, Helena actually dared to put her heart on the line. Would Harley complete the theft by taking it?
It was a confession of love. Probably the most real one that she'd ever heard. She wondered what could complicate it. If Helena could follow through. But they had passed the jealousy test, and more than anything that filled Harley with relief. She just didn't have a heart small enough for just one person, and she believed that Helena understood that (and she could think of a couple of people she'd just have to make that exception for). But she had a heart big enough for Helena (and her kid, for that matter).
Harley could say any number of things. She was positive they'd be the wrong things, so she stared at Helena like a deer caught in headlights, before she put her hand on H's face. "Scary, isn't it. Saying that. Meaning that. Dunno if I can yet. But you're...I..." She waved her other hand in the air. "Me too."
Helena was notorious for keeping emotions like love, save her love for her daughter, close to her chest and not confessing it. After all, she’d been hurt the worst when she’d let herself think she’d found the person she wanted to marry, to spend her life with, have a family with. But the truth always was that Helena’s heart was large enough for multiple people. She could, and probably would, take a shine to others as well. If she were honest with herself, she’d developed a crush on Helen Magnus, but that now seemed to be a dead end road for her.
But Harley. She’d fallen for Harley, and part of her heart belonged to her. She wanted to see Harley smile, to be the cause of making her smile. But no matter what, she would never ask for a monogamous relationship. It wasn’t her, and it wasn’t Harley. And the plumber had proven they could bypass jealousy.
“It is very frightening, but you didn’t bolt so I shall take that as a win.” She smiled a warm, tender smile as she gently caressed Harley’s face. “I wanted you to know how I felt. I’m not that good at talking about my feelings, even when I should. But know that you are in my heart.”
“Sometimes.” Harley poked Helena’s nose lightly. “Sometimes it’s easier to show than tell. Say with actions insteada words. I dunno how I got into you like that. I’m like one of those infestations. A heartworm.” She smiled, her eyes watery. “But you’re… you actually kinda know how to talk about your feelings. You’re doing it right now, sweetcheeks. It don’t seem that hard to me.”
“I always have been more of a show than tell kind of girl.” The bracelets being one example of that. Though she smiled warmly, pulling Harley closer to her, tightening her hold of her. “A very loveable heartworm. You are intelligent and witty and you can keep up with me. You are beautiful. You make me laugh and smile. You like Christina.” Helena brushed her fingers down along Harley’s neck and traced her collarbone. “Sometimes it can be difficult for me. But you make it easy. Especially now that I’m not afraid to say how I feel about you.”
Now, here was where Harley would joke ‘say it to me again’ but she thought that wouldn’t go over too well. Asking Helena to do something that made her nervous was kind of rude, anyway. She didn’t need to say it again. She said it just by looking at her. Just by touching her. “Some fears are healthy, you know.”
While Helena may sometimes have issues with vocalizing things, she was never shy when it came to expressing things physically. The look in her eye, the way she held Harley, touched her, conveyed her feelings for her. She had a great appreciation for her sense of touch, and she was currently utilizing that to full effect. “They can be, yes. And look, one made me strong enough to finally tell you I love you.” And there were those three little words yet again. It was funny how three simple words could sometimes be so difficult to say.