Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-18 00:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells, harley quinn |
Who: Harley and Helena, brief appearance of NPC!Christina
What: They're eloping!
When: January 18th
Where: A couple locations in the OC
Warnings: PG-13ish
Status: Complete upon posting
After finding the rings they’d wanted, the next step had been to decide on the day to elope. And after solidifying their honeymoon plans, Helena had taken the appropriate amount of time off work and worked with Harley to book hotels and flights and everything else that they would need for the honeymoon itself. While she had a list of possible places they could sight-see at, Helena well knew they would be spending their time in the their hotel rooms having sex. Because that’s what honeymoons were for! And she’d also purchased some new lingerie that she was keeping hidden from Harley. One outfit she would see on their wedding night, the rest would come on the honeymoon.
Helena had ensured to dress up a bit for the elopement. She wasn’t quite wanting to wear a dress, so she went for a nice pantsuit with heels. With her make-up kept light as usual, she turned to her hair. She added a little product to it to give it a little more body, despite the fact she had thick hair as it was. But it also made it look even more like black silk. Her hair looked very touchable.
Then when she was ready, she felt the butterflies in her stomach. The nerves were kicking in that this was actually going to happen. She looked herself in the mirror, took a deep breath to calm herself as much as possible, and she smiled. She was happy, and she wasn’t going to run away or put a stop to this. She wanted to be married to Harley.
And now she would wait for her soon-to-be-wife to be ready, then they would head off to get married.
Eloping was a lot more work than Harley had thought it would be. But it had also been a lot of fun. She left her practice in the care of a partner, though she was considering quitting entirely and starting over. There were a few things she had in mind, but that was something to work on after their honeymoon.
But it wasn't just their hotel rooms they'd have sex at. There were bath houses, restaraunts, parks, haunted forests, the whole nine yards! She had her own set of lingerie, going with a theme. Red queen on the wedding knight, white, black, yellow, and so on.
Harley had gone full out for the dress. She wasn't a virgin so it was red, with black and white highlights, a train a mile long, and a sort of steampunk look to it, complete with corset. It was all she could do to not touch Helena's hair.
She stepped out of the bedroom and spun around on 7 inch platform shoes. "Whaddya think?"
Helena’s suit also wasn’t white as she wasn’t a virgin either. It was a lighter grey. The blouse she wore under the suit jacket was white, but she was not one to wear white. Even if she had actually thought about a white suit just to mock tradition, but she’d restrained herself.
And there really was a lot into planning this. But considering her older sister had gotten married, she knew what all went into wedding planning, and this didn’t even hold a candle to that. Which would be a useful reference point if they ever went for a large public vow renewal ceremony wherein they invited their friends, and potentially family, aside from Christina, who would obviously be there. Helena doubted her mother would attend, but her father would, and one or both of her brothers. Her sister, who even knew. But that didn’t matter to her.
Really, only Harley and Christina mattered to her to have there. Christina would probably dislike having missed this ceremony, but she had a feeling her daughter would forgive them. After all, it made Helena happy, and it had been a long time since anyone other than Christina had made her happy.
When Harley came out, she looked her up and down, smiling warmly. “I think you look beautiful, and I’m a damn lucky woman to be marrying you.”
It would have to be a huge vow ceremony. Harley didn't have too many friends but she'd invite literally the entire valarnet plus one. Because that's just how she rolled.
Harley bounded over to Helena, taking her hands and squeezing them. She had a plan to get Christina in on the ceremony, but she hadn't told her bride yet. It involved skype on a cellphone and one of the witnesses but she figured it would work well enough.
"You look so handsomehot! I dunno if I can keep my hands on you." Or fit in the car with the size of her dress but that was okay too.
Helena wouldn’t mind if the entire valarnet was invited to that. But of course that would be something they would discuss later. First, they had this ceremony to get through. Or, perhaps more accurately, get to. Harley’s dress was huge, but Helena did have one of those mid-sized SUV type cars, so it could work. Maybe. Possibly.
She grinned warmly, squeezing Harley’s hands in hers. “Thank you, love.” She appreciated the compliment, not offended or put off by it by any means. She was the one in the suit, after all. This was her rebelling against tradition, but also staying true to herself. She wouldn’t feel right wearing a wedding dress. Dresses just weren’t really her thing, unless she was in the rare mood to wear one or simply couldn’t work around wearing something else.
“Are you ready to go?” There was a note of excitement in her voice, and those butterflies were getting far more active now.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she responded. She didn't kiss her (bad luck) but she did squeeze her hand then bounce out of the house. They couldn't be late for their wedding! That was also bad luck! If they were lucky there wouldn't be any disasters or kaiju attacks or sudden Joker sightings.
She'd really hate a sudden Joker sighting. It would ruin everything.
Helena grinned, grabbing her keys and purse. She followed Harley out to the car. God, if there was a Joker sighting, Helena would elect to run him over with the car. Multiple times. With backing up and the whole thing included. She was bound and determined to not let anything ruin their wedding.
She had a brief moment of freaking out about where the rings were, but quickly located them, took a deep breath and calmed herself. Suddenly she understood the horror in some movies where the wedding rings got lost when the big moment came.
“Do you want me to help you get you and your dress into the car?” She asked, not entirely certain that Harley could get the dress in on her own. Helena could at least make certain none of it got caught hanging out of the door.
Losing the rings, that would be terrible luck. Doom. They’d be doomed! But they had the rings and they were on their way and somehow Harley fit into the back seat but it took squeezing and a lot of giggling on her part. She started humming the wedding march, then sang in a sing song voice. “We’re gonna get maaarriiied, we’re gonna get hitched, we’re gonna tie the knot and we’re gonna have a weddiiiing!”
Helena helped to get the dress into the car as carefully as possible. And there was probably some giggling on her part as well because Harley’s giggling was contagious. Also the butterflies in her stomach helped that. However, finally Harley and her dress were in the car, and Helena was driving. She had a large grin on her face, fingers strumming against the steering wheel in time with the song Harley was singing.
They were like 16 year olds sometimes. That was probably Harley’s influence. For all that she was a doctor and intelligent she enjoyed life and living life and she’d missed out on being young and so she was going to enjoy her new found, slightly less than sane life. “Helena and Harley, sittin’ in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g!”
Sometimes it was good to just let go and enjoy things. Helena had been way too tightly wound and reserved for so long, that to be able to unwind and act like a teenager again at times was definitely good for her. Helena laughed a bit. “That tree is getting the experience of its life!” She commented.
“Yeah we broke six branches and scandalized the Robinsons next door. Clara is all ‘oh no! Harold! They’re lesbians!” Harley paid attention to the memes, she did.
“As only we could, love.” Helena said with a grin, glancing back at Harley momentarily before returning her attention to the road. Because she definitely wasn’t going to get in an accident on the way to them getting married. And they did arrive safe and sound with no accidents or near-accidents occurring. Now it was simply getting Harley and her dress out of the car without causing damage to either of them. Helena went and opened the door for Harley, holding her hand out to her so she could take it and slide out of the car easier.
An accident would ruin the festivities but that wouldn’t stop Harley from dragging their asses into the reception hall in casts and on crutches. She wasn’t going to miss her wedding day for any thing. She took Helena’s hand, and three minutes later she was out of the car and on the ground. She hiked up her elaborate skirts, then pulled out her phone. “Okay so I arranged a skype call with Christy and she can watch us get married!”
“Wait, what?” Helena asked, rather surprised by that. And then a smile spread across her face. “Really? You did that?” That meant a lot to her, and Helena definitely didn’t know what to say. But she was happy that her daughter would be able to be part of her wedding, even if it was only through Skype. “Thank you.” And there was little doubt that Christina was excited about it as well.
“Just need someone to hold the phone while the ceremony is going on.” It was for both her girls that she’d come up with this idea. To give Christina to see her mom’s happy day, and to give Helena her daughter on that day. She took her hand and squeezed. “...okay… not nervous not even a little.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.” Helena was positively beaming even more than she had been moments earlier. She squeezed Harley’s hand back. “Breathe. When we come out of there, I’ll be your wife.” If at all possible, Helena’s smile grew wider, and the butterflies in her stomach got even more intense. “Shall we?” She asked and took a step towards the door of the building, ready to do this and more than excited that Christina would be able to witness it.
“Lets!” She hooked her arm through Helena’s as they headed inside. There were some papers to sign, and they had to find someone (not Elvis sadly) to do the officiating, and there were two couple ahead of them that Harley fangirled over the brides’ dresses.
It seemed like she wasn’t ready when they walked into the room for the ceremony and vows and she suddenly realized she’d forgotten what she wanted to say.
The paperwork was the easy part. The difficult part would be the actual ceremony and remembering what she wanted to say in her vows. It hadn’t been difficult to wait as the couples ahead of them went through with their ceremonies. Helena kept running what she wanted to say through her head the entire time. However, as they headed into the room when it was their turn, Helena’s heart started pounding.
It was really happening. They were really there. They were about to be married. And she tried to keep her breathing even. Passing out now was not an option.
“Okay, so like I had a whole thing planned that I wanted to say.” She held Helena’s hands. “About how you make my heart skip. About how you accept me or me and even kinda celebrate how I am. How we both got hearts so big that we can let others in without losin’ room for each other.” She ran her thumbs over Helena’s knuckles. “But you and me, we’re each others’ numbah ones.”
“To sound like a complete cliché, you make me feel young again despite the fact I’m not that old. I hadn’t realized how reserved and tightly wound I’d been, how closed off from actually living I was until I met you. You helped me open up and let loose. You are my number one, and you will always be in my heart. I love you, and you are the one I want to marry. It will be an honor to be your wife.” She squeezed Harley’s hands, gazing intently into her eyes. “I accept you for who you are, and you accept me. And I simply cannot imagine my life without you in it nor do I ever want to try and imagine that. It would be a very dull, lonely existence.”
What happened next came in a little rush. The next thing Harley realized, she was putting the ring on Helena’s finger and there was a ring on hers and then it was kissing the bride and no I’m not crying why are you asking. Her eyeshadow was running, giving her dark streaks down white cheeks. The wedding was better than any she’d ever dreamed of.
With the rings in place and then kissing the bride, it was all official. Harley and Helena were married with the paperwork and rings to prove it. She had tears in her eyes, though they didn’t quite spill down her cheeks yet. But the new weight on her ring finger was very much welcome and she just grinned widely at Harley. “And now it’s official,” she managed to say after some moments of just taking in the fact that Harley was now her wife.
Harley waved at Christina on the phone, then kissed Helena once more for good measure. She was buzzing, bouncing in place, her dress swishing and swirling. She couldn’t wait for the cake. (the cake was the third best part after all) but she was still a little dazed. She looked at her hand, and the sparkly ring there. “I still can’t believe it…”
Helena gave Christina a wide smile and a wave as well before she kissed Harley back. Christina waved back and couldn’t help but to clap. It was more than wonderful to her to see her mother and Harley so happy.
“Nor can I. It is quite exhilarating. However, I would have it no other way.” Helena said with a grin as she glanced to her own sparkly ring. “And I am more than happy that we have done it.”
“We’re hitched and the world didn’t end,” Harley declared. She blew a kiss at Christina before they ended the call, then shoved her phone into her bustier. “I love you, sweetie beans. We shoulda rented a limo though.”
She waved goodbye to Christina, then smiled warmly at Harley. “I love you. And in retrospect, yes we should’ve. Nevertheless, we shall still be able to get to our destination and enjoy the cake.” And not to mention the wedding night sex. Or perhaps wedding day sex was more accurate to say there. Helena doubted that they would be able to wait overly long before consummating their marriage.
Which why the limo would have been a good idea. Harley dragged Helena outside, then held up a finger. She ripped off the skirts of her dress, revealing booty shorts and thigh high stockings with knee high boots. Same pattern and style as the dress itself. “Surprise! Velcro!”
Helena’s eyebrow rose is surprise as she watched Harley rip off the skirts of her dress. And upon seeing the outfit now, she couldn’t help but to smirk. “I had no idea the skirts were velcro. Though you still look extraordinarily hot.” Which she did. Harley was gorgeous and Helena was not afraid to praise her for it.
“Easy access, dollface.” She winked playfully, then carefully rolled up the skirts to put them in the back. This way she could get up front with Helena and properly distract her. “Glad you approve.” Her eyes softened and she felt like she was randomly going to start crying again.
She chuckled at that. “Well I do like the sound of that.” She winked back. She saw the way Harley’s eyes softened and recognized that look. She stepped closer to Harley and pulled her in for a tight hug. “I love you, wifey,” she whispered into Harley’s ear. Obviously the use of the word ‘wifey’ was Harley’s influence on her, but she didn’t mind it in the least.
Harley broke out into a grin, the kind that made her cheeks hurt. She planted a wet kiss on Helena’s face, then a lighter one on her nose. “What until you see what’s in the big black bag…”
“Oh? A surprise? I can’t wait to see what you have in there.” She said with a smirk. Helena placed a kiss to Harley’s cheek, then one to her lips because she just couldn’t resist. “Shall we be off to enjoy some cake and other activities?” She waggled her eyebrows a bit.
“Cake first.” Once they started on the honeymoon they wouldn’t stop. Harley already had a plan for the flight that involved good timing, the restrooms, and something attached to leather straps. She bounced in her seat. “Go go go!”
“Cake it is,” she grinned and promptly drove off so they could get the cake. Though Harley had a very good plan for the flight. It was going to be a very long one that would require some clever timing for getting their honeymoon on.
Honestly, getting that thing through security was going to be the fun part. But Harley had a P.L.A.N.
Cake was the important part right now. They had to cut it, and smash it into each other’s faces and Harley licked icing from her fingers while locking her eyes with Helena. And it was a loud cake-getting. “Next time I’m inviting the whole county.”
Helena grinned. “I don’t mind that. It would be one very large party.” And she wouldn’t mind that. But that was not something for them to have done this time. This time around, it had been difficult enough getting things in order for the ceremony. But with those jitters out of the way, they could certainly plan one hell of a party for the next time.
It had been hurried. But Harley was okay with that. “Did you really mean all that? Your vows? I know it’s a dumb question but no one outside of my dreams ever really looked at me the way you do. And Mistah J don’t count.”
Hurried though it was, it had probably been the best option for them. Helena didn’t do well when she had time to completely dwell on things and analyze them. Not that she feared there would’ve been a different outcome if they’d gone with a longer engagement and did a proper, traditional type of wedding, but she would have definitely fixated. This way, they got to the point and could later just enjoy the party aspect of it.
Looking over at Harley, she gave her a warm smile. “Yes, I meant every word. You are a wonderful woman, Harley. No matter what anyone else sees in you or thinks, I see you for who you are. I know your dreams have put you through hell, and the fact that you are still here and still standing is proof of your strength. And I admire that.”
She knew that Helena had been through hell too. And while Harley couldn’t therapize her or anything, she could do the supportive spouse thing. Spouse. Holy shit they were spouses! She didn’t say much until they reached the little hotel Harley had picked out for the reception. Cake, and open to anyone who walked by. But mostly the cake.
And there was a nearby nunnery that had been alerted about the wedding reception and Harley waltzed in her booty short and corset wedding ensemble with Helena on her arms for cake and some very surprised nuns. “Cake!”
A year ago, Helena would’ve laughed if someone told her she’d end up marrying Harley. And she believed they were both good for each other. They could both take turns supporting and caring for the other when it was needed, even if Helena really had to learn how to let others take care of her. But Harley hadn’t been put off by her stubbornness. And likewise, Helena wasn’t put off by Harley’s questionable mental state. They both also seemed to have what the other needed. Harley was playful and full of life, something Helena had lacked for the past decade. Helena may have questionable sanity herself, but by and large, and with Anatoly’s help, she did have a solid grounding that she could give to Harley and help her with.
“Now begins the celebration,” Helena said with a grin. And, of course, she couldn’t help but to smile knowingly at the nuns.
Harley threw her hands up. “Brides get the first slice and then it’s cake for eeeeveryone!” Scandalaizing a congregation of nuns, it was almost like Harley had planned it. (she had). She shook her hips as she walked up to the cake, and drew out a knife that was entirely too large and barbaric looking for wedding cake. Then she took Helena’s hand and put it over hers on the handle. “Darling dearest buttercup sweetiepie cupcake honeybun!”
The cake was in two parts. There was the normal part with the special wedding cake type frosting, and then there was the one made up to look like two women tangled up in a passionate (or deadly) embrace. “Ready ta murder the cake?”
Clearly there seemed to have been a plan here that Harley had concocted. Helena didn’t mind in the least, she certainly enjoyed scandalizing people when she was in the mood to do so. Not to mention her dream self had been a walking scandal in Victorian times. A single working mother with multiple lovers who wore pants in public when she was working? Yeah. Walking scandal.
Grinning as she readied herself to cut the cake, Helena took a moment to admire the cake’s craftsmanship before looking at Harley and smiled warmly. “I’m ready, love.” And she started to press down on the knife and Harley’s hand.
“Lets cut out her heart,” Harley whispered, before guiding the knife with Helena’s help through the chest of one of the women. There was a raspberry fruity heart, just as Harley had hoped. She grinned at Helena, then pointed at the other cake. “That one next. That’s the face smashing cake. Didja know there’s a place in Vegas that sells wedding cake by the slice?”
Helena arched her eyebrows a bit in surprise as the raspberry heart, though she also found it to be an excellent touch. She then looked at the other cake and chuckled a bit. “I’m looking forward to the face smashing,” she said playfully. “I did not know that, though not surprised considering it’s Las Vegas.”
“It’s really good cake too. I always get like three slices every time I’m i town.” She grinned and held up a slice, then promptly smashed it into Helena’s mouth.
Helena opened her mouth, and promptly snorted slightly when the slice of cake was smashed into her mouth. Some of it fell out of her mouth, but she managed to chew what made it into her mouth. And, of course, there was a nice smear of frosting around her mouth. She then grabbed a slice, held it up, then promptly smashed it into Harley’s mouth, returning the favor.
Harley laughed around the mouthful, swallowing as much as she could (that’s what she said) then leaning in to lick the frosting from around Helena’s mouth. One nun gasped. Another nun coughed. A third nun started getting ideas.
Smiling and hearing the one nun gasp and another cough, Helena then just full on kissed Harley on the lips. Hey if they were going to scandalize nuns, might as well go all out, right? She was certain she heard a few very high pitched gasps.
Harley laughed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Helena’s neck as they kissed. She deepened it, the kiss seeming to go on forever and ever, and as far as she was concerned it wasn’t ever going to stop.
Until she needed to pass out cake to the poor, disgruntled nuns. And the one suddenly bicurious nun.
Helena slid her arms around Harley’s waist, holding her close as they kissed. It was a kiss that she savored. She more than looked forward to what would commence once they were finished with the cake. And after they catered to the nuns, of course.
It seemed like an eternity had passed, but Helena finally broke the kiss, smiling widely. “Perhaps we should share some cake with the guests?” She suggested.
“I think we should. I’ll handle the nuns.” Harley winked, moving to pass out cake to the nuns. She goosed one of them on her way back and whispered to Helena. “The green eyed one on the end, I think she’s interested in ya.”
She couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit as Harley goosed one of the nuns. She leaned in a bit at the whisper, her eyes moving the nun Harley indicated, her eyebrows arching slightly in interest. “You think so? What gives you that impression?” She whispered back, keeping an eye on that green eyed nun with some curiosity.
“She keeps checkin’ out your goods,” Harley noted. She winked at the nun, who coughed and looked away blushing. She slipped her arm around Helena, though it wasn’t really a possessive motion. “It’s kinda cute.”
Helena looked the nun up and down momentarily, a smile playing at her lips. She chuckled at the way the woman blushed and looked away. “I suppose there is something to making a nun bi-curious.” Was it the suit? Or the way the suit showed off her breasts a bit? Or was it the hair that seemed to be way too silky for its own good? Who knew, but even so, Helena felt a boost of pride. She slipped an arm around Harley, and looked over the nuns. “There is something to be said that they haven’t begun storming out.”
All of the above, and Harley wondered if they could get away with debauching a nun. That was something on her bucket list she hadn’t gotten around to. But it was also their special night, so she left that up to Helena. “Maybe they’re progressive nuns, or maybe cuz we made it all legal it ain’t like we’re sinning no more.”
As much as the thought of debauching a nun was appealing in a way, she would rather keep tonight for just her and Harley. It was their wedding night and she wanted to keep it just between them. “I like the thought of progressive nuns. It’s about time that they moved into the 21st Century.”
Harley tapped her finger against her chin then excused herself from Helena. She walked over to the green-eyed nun and spoke to her for a moment. When she returned she had a canary feather in her mouth practically. “I got her numbah. We can call her after the honey moon.”
She watched curiously as Harley spoke with the green-eyed nun. Then she smiled. “Excellent job. We shall certainly give her a call when we are back.” Helena looked over to the green-eyed nun, a smile on her lips and she gave her a wink.
“We’re doin’ god’s work,” Harley confirmed cheerfully. She turned to look at the cake, tilting her head. “You know we ain’t gonna finish this. We just gotta save a couple slices for our one year. But you know what we should do with the rest? There’s this shelter down the block. We could just wheel it over!”
Helena laughed a bit. “Which slices would you like to save? I have to say,” she said reaching out swiping her finger through some of the excess raspberry filling. “You chose well with the filling.” And then she sucked the raspberry filling off of her finger a little more seductively than was absolutely necessary. “Though I believe that is a wonderful idea, taking the excess down to the shelter.”
“Ya gonna kill me,” Harley breathed. She picked out slices (one each of the raspberry and the ‘normal’ wedding cake). “These! Then we’re gonna take our passionate ladies and expose them for the whole world to see! Or at least the poor folks on the way to the shelter.” Clearly, this wasn’t a problem for her.
“At least I’d kill you with pleasure?” Helena retorted with a smirk. “I admit it would be kind of hilarious to see people’s faces at seeing our beautiful and utterly delicious cake.” Helena didn’t have any problems with giving people a start as they took the leftover cake to the shelter.
Harley snapped her fingers, then put her hand on Helena’s breast. Her heart. Babe. “Then lets get moving!” She flashed her wife the most innocent of smiles.
Helena placed her hand over the one Harley had put on her breast and gave it a little squeeze. “Let’s go, love.” She said with a smile, making note of that innocent smile Harley was wearing. She then grabbed the cake to begin heading towards the shelter Harley had mentioned.
They got looks. Harley liked the looks, most of them were funny. But the people in the shelter were happy to have cake no matter how naughty it might be. Harley handed out slices by the dozen. “What time was the flight?”
The looks were rather priceless, and she happily handed out slices at the shelter. “10:30 am. So there will be plenty of time for us to enjoy ourselves first.” Helena said with a smirk. Whether they would get any sleep or not before leaving for the airport was the question. Which was why the flight was booked for mid-morning so they could take their sweet time on their wedding night and not worry about missing an 8 am flight.
Harley looked at her imaginary watch. Then she spoke in a too-loud voice with too big of a grin. “Oh goodie, plenty of time to get you naked and fuck you into the wall.”
“And plenty of time to return the favor, love. There’s multiple walls in the room.” Helena responded, a grin of her own and a gleam in her eye. She had no problem with people knowing she was going to be screwing her wife something fierce for the rest of the day.
Leaving behind some rather embarrassed looking people, Harley dragged Helena back out. “Okay lead the way, I need to sext that nun while we walk.” It was never too soon to debauch a wife of god, after all.
She chuckled as she led the way back to the hotel, with a side stop to the car to get their bags. After all, Helena needed to slip into something more comfortable and sexy once they got to their room. Not to mention, she’d brought some of her sex toys. One never knew what they would be in the mood for as they went on. “I think you’ll have her turning beet red with the sext.”
“You bet. And when she’s brave enough we can move to pictures.” Harley winked and slipped her phone back between her breasts. She squeezed Helena’s hand and bumped their shoulders together. “I love ya, you know. I can’t believe we’re wife an’ wife.”
“It is hard to believe, but I am happy.” Helena said with a warm smile and looked at Harley. “I love you so very much.” Things felt so surreal right now, but all Helena needed to do to assure herself it was real was to feel the ring around her finger and look at it, and also see the matching one Harley wore. “Thank you for arranging to have Christina be there as well. That...meant a lot to me.”
“If I coulda had her there in person I woulda done it. So I did the best I could an’ I’m so happy that you’re happy.” It was a good day and they weren’t even going to commit any crimes. How strange!
“We’ll just make sure to have a party with her when she comes back.” Now that Helena’s dreams had ended, she was hoping to be fit to be a mother again by the time summer got here so Christina could come back and stay permanently. And then they would be a proper family. “You are amazing, love.” She pressed a kiss to Harley’s cheek. Then as they got back to the car, Helena grabbed her bag, then when Harley had hers, she headed inside so they could check into their room.
Harley looked forward to that. To having her wife with her, to having Christina as part of their family. She wanted to do the paper work to make her one of Christina’s guardians or whatever was required to make that happen. “I know. I’m amazing.”
“I am lucky to have you in my life,” she said warmly. The thought of making Harley one of Christina’s guardians had crossed her mind. She simply had not brought it up just yet. Before they’d gotten married, she hadn’t been certain if it was something Harley or Christina would want. But now, Helena seemed to have an answer to that. So after the honeymoon and they got moved in together, Helena would bring it up if Harley didn’t.
Once they were checked in and got the room key, Helena slid an arm around Harley and headed to the elevator with her. “Now, are you ready for the next phase of our wedding day?” She asked with arched eyebrows and a gleam in her eye.
“What do you have in mind?” Harley looked innocent, as though she had no idea what Helena might be thinking. But she had her own dirty little thoughts about what they could get up to.
Once they were in the elevator, Helena set her bag down and pressed Harley against one of the walls with her body, hands resting on Harley’s hips. “It involves slipping into something a little more comfortable to begin with,” she said in a lower, sexy tone as she leaned closer to Harley as though she were going to kiss her.
Harley’s breath went immediately ragged, her pulse spiking. They were in public, in an elevator and yet Helena had managed to turn her on in three seconds flat. “Go on.”
Helena was good at turning her lovers on. Her lips stopped a hair’s breadth away from Harley’s. “Then it involves us making each other naked, the bed, the walls, the floor, possibly even the bathtub if we feel like it.” She pressed her body a bit tighter against Harley’s.
“I brought a special bubble bath,” Harley breathed. The words came out more like a groan, and she spread her legs a bit, wrapping them around Helena’s knee. “What else?”
“Mm I do like the sound of that.” Helena’s tongue darted out and flicked against Harley’s lips. “I packed several toys, of which one or two may be new.” She may have bought a couple more when she was lingerie shopping for today and the honeymoon.
“You too, huh?” Harley suddenly stepped out of Helena’s grip as the elevator dinged. She smiled innocently as a boy and his parents got on, and glanced at Helena with a smug expression. “Nice weather, huh?”
Helena shifted when the boy and his parents got on the elevator, smiling at Harley. “Yes, it is. Certainly good weather for enjoying the beach.” Was she speaking in double meanings? Pretty much yep.
“You know what sounds great?” Harley’s smile got wider. “Tuna salad on the beach.”
“Now that sounds positively divine,” she responded with a gleam in her eyes. Helena was loving it, and soon the elevator opened up on their floor. Exiting the elevator with Harley, Helena headed towards their room.
Harley grinned at the boy, then bounded after her wife. “We can find a beach in Japan dontcha think?” She grabbed for Helena’s hand, suddenly serious. “I gotta question.”
“I believe we can, yes. It should not be that difficult.” Helena said with a smile, thinking it should be easy enough to travel to one of the coasts and find a beach. Threading her fingers through Harley’s, Helena turned and looked at Harley. “What is it, love?”
“Christina. When you think it’s okay for her to come back and all.” She poked two of her fingers together, a slightly nervous smile on her face. She’d thought about this long and hard, well before she’d even gotten the crazed idea about eloping. “I want to adopt her. Or whatevah paper work we gotta do to make things official like for the three of us. You know, in case somethin’ happens or somethin’.”
A warm, wide smile crossed her face, and she was deeply touched. Yes she’d considered asking Harley the very same thing, but it was still touching to her to hear it. Especially after Christina’s father had wanted nothing to do with her, and several others Helena had “dated” in the last decade took a similar stance. And this only solidified things for Helena that she had made the right choice in marrying Harley. “I would like that very much, and I think Christina would like that as well.” She gave Harley’s hand a loving squeeze.
Harley let out a breath, and wrapped her arms around Helena. “I love you. I’m so glad. I want to do right by the both of ya.” Even if she couldn’t ever quite hang up the less-than-legal aspects of her personality and life, she could make somewhat of an effort to be a normal person.
Well, as normal as a Harley Quinn could get.
“I love you,” Helena said as she wrapped Harley up in her arms tightly. Clearly it had been good on Helena that she’d managed to track down Christina’s father and get him to sign papers that officially relinquished his parental rights to Christina. Now Harley could take those on. Not only would it be good in the event something ever happened to Helena, it would be good if something happened with Christina while Helena was out in the field for work and Harley was the only one there. “We both are so blessed to have you in our lives.”
Harley smiled bashfully. “Ba. Just tryin’ to do the right thing.”She hugged Helena back, then threaded their fingers together. “Besides, I can totally murder any abusives partners she has!”
“I am truly touched by that, and it only makes me love you more.” Helena said with a grin. Then she laughed softly. “Not without my help, love. I think we can safely take care of those types.” Though she would hope that Christina would be able to stay clear of abusive people. Or people like Helena’s ex. Luckily, she and Harley had plenty of time before dating became something they needed to worry about with Christina.
“Okay. Okay.” Harley pushed her towards the door. “Let us in I wanna see our room!” And take advantage of the privacy in their room to properly kiss her wife.
Helena laughed lightly, then gave in to the pushing and insistence on unlocking the door. Not that it took much because Helena wanted nothing more than to be in Harley’s arms and engage in sex until they had to leave to catch their flight. So she opened the door and held the door open for Harley.
“After you, love,” she said with a grin. And of course they had an excellent room. The honeymoon suite, of course, with plenty of room to spare.
“Oh this is gorgeous!” Harley looked around. “Too bad we’re just here for the night. But somethin’ tells me you picked us a real good room in Japan.” She wrapped her arms around Helena’s waist and kissed the back of her neck.
“Just wait until you see what the room in Japan looks like,” Helena said with a bit of a smirk. And she did trust the room would look exactly the way the website had pictured it as being, so there should be no bad surprise there. She leaned back against Harley. “Though seeing as we have only one night here, shall we put it to good use?” There was a heavy suggestive note in her voice.
“I dunno…” Harley smirked at her. “I’m open to suggestions.”