Couple of screws loose (quite_vexing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-02-06 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells, harley quinn |
You’ll be a true blue American in no time!
Who: Helena and Harley
What: Discussing Helena getting a green card
When: Recently
Where: their place
Status: complete
Rating: very high and probably nsfw at the end
Applying for a green card hadn’t quite crossed Helena’s mind until Harley proposed. The only reason it hadn’t crossed her mind earlier was largely due to her work visa and how she could be given an opportunity to work in another country at any time. That was how she’d made the move to Orange County from Germany. However, she’d started giving things a lot more thought. Christina certainly shouldn’t be uprooted like that any more, and now being married to Harley, she wasn’t about to uproot her either.
Which left Helena considering applying for a green card. She’d been reading up on it in order to know what she needed to do to get one. At least she could hold dual citizenship in England and America, so that would make things easier.
So after reading a little more into it, Helena decided to finally talk it over with Harley. It would be a relatively easy process for her considering she and Harley were married now. Plus, she didn’t want to go through hoops later renewing visas and the like. Of course, Christina would also need a green card, which was what she’d just been reading into. She then went to see what Harley was up to.
“Harley?” She asked, hoping she wasn’t interrupting something.
Often, Harley could be found in the midst of some zany antic or plan. Once, she’d been painting naked with her butt, and another time had involved paper mache, three cheese wheels and a rooster. Her mind moved fast and in thirty different directions that she needed outlets.
But today, Harley was doing something downright normal. She had her reading glasses on, blonde-instead-of-temp-dyed hair hanging loosely, rather than in pigtails. She was reviewing some patient files and seemed to be in a more lucid mood. “Yeah, pumpkin?”
Helena had to pause upon seeing Harley. Seriously, those glasses were sexy on Harley. Kink? Yes, definitely. After taking a breath and shoving those indecent thoughts aside, she smiled.
“I wanted to talk to you about something I’ve been thinking of since you proposed.” She moved to sit down beside Harley, not looking at the files she had. Even if she’d attempted to avoid looking at it, she was rather more distracted by those blasted glasses on her wife’s beautiful face.
Harley raised both of her eyebrows, which had the effect of making her glasses slide down her nose a bit. She closed her folder, and leaned forward a bit. “Yeah? What about?”
As if suddenly realizing the effect she had on her wife (queue inner squee WIIIIFE here), Harley then leaned back in her seat, and crossed her legs. She was in full work dress, too. Pencil skirt and blouse that was a little too tight, and everything. Helena liked this? Oh, Harley could work with that.
Yeah. Yeah Helena liked that. Helena liked that a lot. Her gaze did stray down Harley’s body, taking the look in for full effect. For a few moments, Helena forgot there was something she wanted to discuss. Finally she cleared her throat a bit, her gaze lifting back to her wife’s face.
“I never thought seriously about applying for a green card. Considering I’ve moved a few times for job opportunities, I hadn’t anticipated staying in America long term. But then we met, and now I want to stay here long term.”
Harley crossed her legs, Basic Instinct style, a flirty smile on her face. If she could tease Helena, she would. “Green card? Oh! Like… permanent citizen like?” She hadn’t even thought of that. “That’s probably a good idea!”
And her gaze went right back to Harley’s legs. It made her breath hitch in her throat and she licked her lips a bit. Harley was definitely succeeding in teasing Helena. Dirty thoughts kept crossing her mind and she brushed a hand through her hair.
“Yes, precisely. It would be easier than renewing my visa when necessary. There is also a positive that the United Kingdom and the United States allow people to hold dual citizenship, so I will be able to retain my U.K. citizenship.” She smiled. “I also want to get one for Christina as well. I have been reading up on the process.”
Knowing she was making Helena flustered only made Harley up her game. She stretched, arching her back so that her breasts strained against her blouse. She slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs again. Was she wearing underwear? It was hard to tell.
“It comes with benefits. Like voting! It would probably take too long to vote this year though.” Harley frowned. Every vote against Dunghole Flomp was a good one.
“But you’re right, it would make life easier for us. I hadn’t even thought of that!”
“Probably not. So I shall simply hope certain sexist, racist, bigots don’t get elected.” That would put quite the damper on her becoming a U.S. citizen. Not that British elections were any better, but that was another animal.
“I am supportive of making life easier for us. And the less we need to deal with things likes visas, the better.”
“It would help make Christine my very own…” Harley clutched her hands to her chest, forgetting momentarily her game of ‘turn Helena on’ in her genuine eagerness and emotions at the idea. She started to tear up, and then her eyeshadow started to run. “What do we gotta do and when do we gotta do it? I’ll help you study!”
Or hinder study, probably.
“Yes it would,” she said with a smile. “And another step towards solidifying our family.” Because they were a family now. And getting green cards for herself and Christina would ensure Helena and Christina never got deported.
“As we are married, the process is a bit easier, and I think quicker. I am able to file the immigrant petition and the adjustment application concurrently as you are an American citizen. I believe you need to file one of the petitions for me, if I am understanding things correctly. Do you have your computer nearby? I could pull things up and we can read it through together.”
Harley beamed like a headlight. A family. Being a mother. Then something hit her, and it was like the air went out of her lungs. She was a mother. She had a daughter, and she’d given her up eight years ago and she was never going to get to see her again.
Her voice sounded thick, but she turned her laptop towards Helena. “I’ll file whatever I need to.”
Helena heard the thickness in Harley’s voice, and she shifted closer to her, reaching out and giving her arm a squeeze. She knew about Harley’s daughter, how she’d given her up, and she had suspicions that adopting Christina would hit on that. She would be there to support her and help her through it.
Taking the laptop, she pulled up the website for U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services. “I need to fill out a couple different forms, and then you file the one for me.” She opened the appropriate links in different tabs so they could go through them and easily navigate back and forth if need be.
“Hey, lets print ‘em out! Be easier to read ‘em and then we can just fill ‘em out all nice like.” Harley injected some levity in her tone, pushing the thought of her daughter out of her head. Lucy was in a better place. When she’d had her she couldn’t have taken care of her and her boyfriend would have been very bad for them both.
Helena printed out the I-130 Form and I-485 forms after downloading them, then she also printed out some of the informational pages directly related to her. It was going to be a good thing that they both had well paying jobs. This process wasn’t going to be cheap. The I-130 form had a $420 charge alone. With that done, Helena went to retrieve the printed pages, then came and sat down beside Harley, organizing them into what they were.
“This is the form you need to file for me,” she said, handing Harley the I-130 form. “Another good thing is that visas for immediate family, which includes spouses, are always available, so there is no wait period for one to become available.”
The forms with letters and numbers thing always amused Harley. How many times had she filled out arcane sounding forms for her patients? It was like doing magic spells. She took the form from Helena and looked it over. “Does jolly old England let people become citizens too?”
It had formed in her head as a thought and then gotten spoken without really thinking about it.
But why not? It was only fair right? “And would this make taxes harder?”
“Yes, it does, though I am not certain about the process involved in that, so we will need to look it up.” Helena had never needed to research immigration laws in England. Christina had been born in England, so she hadn’t needed to look anything up.
“From what I have read about taxes, yes and no. I do not own any property in England or anywhere else in the world, so that is not something I need to worry about. I need to do more research into that topic. The only thing I could see complicating things is income tax laws both here and in the U.K.” Helena was hoping the U.S. and the U.K. had some treaty in place to curb how much a dual citizen would need to pay to both countries.
“Of course, the advantages of dual citizenship are that I could have an American passport as well as my English one, and it would make things easier to navigate travel between both countries.” Less questions asked, and being a citizen of both countries, she couldn’t be denied entry into either country.
Well if one was earning Income in the United States but not in the UK (or vice versa) it seemed really unfair for the country that wasn’t having the worker work there to take a pound of flesh. At least to Harley.
“Might be easier to travel elsewhere too.” Where some countries hated the US, and others hated the UK. Use the other passport!
It did seem unfair, Helena had to agree to some degree, but she also didn’t necessarily mind paying taxes to England. At least England had it’s shit together where health care and the like were concerned. She’d continue to pay into that if she had to. Especially while America’s health care system was changing and not quite working the way it should yet. But the problems could be worked out if people didn’t continually try to revoke it completely.
“I think it would, yes. There are other advantages to dual citizenship, as well as disadvantages of course. Thus far, though I need to research the tax issue more in-depth, the advantages are outweighing the disadvantages.”
Harley beamed. It was kind of weird, doing things all legit and shit. But then as long as she didn’t do anything that actually went against her own strange code, she was happy to fly the straight and narrow. “Going legit, whoda thunk it.”
Helena grinned. “It must be my influence on you, love.” She leaned in and kissed Harley’s cheek. Not that Helena had been the epitome of a morally good person recently, but she was trying to get back to being at least neutral good. Her moral compass had gotten broken when her dream self’s moral compass had broken. But she still had a noble streak in her, though she wouldn’t admit to ever having one.
Not that long ago, she’d thought she’d lost Helena. That whole string of very bad things, one after the other after the other. And now they were married and talking citizenship. It was like things were looking up. She brushed her hand through her hair, loosening it the rest of the way. She should probably fill this thing out before she distracted her wife again. “Yeah, you went all goodie two shoes.”
She chuckled. “My moral compass is still broken. But I am trying to be better.” She may not always succeed, but at least she didn’t have to worry about her dreams anymore. Dying was rather final, after all. She glanced at Harley, watching her loosen her hair the rest of the way. She was momentarily distracted by that before she looked back at the pages she had in her hand.
“Well if you’ve got me shooting straight, then your compass is working pretty good.” But even in her more recent dreams Harley had become more of an anti-hero than a bad guy. She tried to help people, she even worked with Super Heros, like Wondy Woman!
“Maybe we could try out the super hero thing.”
“I am glad to hear that. Perhaps I judge myself too harshly.” Helena said it in jest, mostly, towards herself, but it was one of her negative qualities. Helena was her very worst critic and undercut herself in many ways.
“We could. I could build us some devices to use in that endeavor.” Which she technically already did make one for Harley, but that was her Valentine’s Day gift, thus it would remain a secret until then.
Harley’s grin only became broader. She kicked her feet a bit, then crossed her legs in the opposite direction again. “We’ll show any of those batchumps that might be running around how the crazy ones do it!”
“We could undoubtedly show them up with our skills.” Helena said with a grin. She didn’t have any superpowers or anything, but she could build things that would replace that. Suddenly, she felt the need to build her Imperceptor Vest, or build two of them, rather. Moving faster than the human eye could perceive would be very useful.
Except for the fact it would need a different power source. Anti-matter wasn’t exactly a practical energy source. Nor was it a cheap power source.
She leaned her shoulder into Harley’s. “If you could have any superpower, what one would you have?”
Harley’s superpower seemed to be a reckless disregard for her own safety and something resembling pocket space. But tools and utility belts were all the rage and really awesome to boot. She tapped her fingers together. “I don’t know! Wonder Woman’s tits? Randomness! Like rolling the dice to see what comes up next!”
“If you ask me, your breasts are better than Wonder Woman’s.” Helena may be biased in that assertion, but she didn’t care. Harley had an excellent rack. And, of course, Helena’s gaze did drop to said rack. “Though perhaps rolling the dice and seeing what results is a good way to do things as well.”
“But what if they were…” She moved her hands in a bigger circle than her actual breasts which were pretty impressive to begin with. “And….” She moved her hands up and down, to indicate perkier.
Okay she might have a thing for Diana of Themyscira. But who wouldn’t?
Helena tilted her head, pondering that a bit. “I could not deny that they would make for lovely pillows. And your cleavage would become even more distracting than it already is.” She smirked. And she couldn’t say she didn’t have a thing for Diana of Themyscira as well. Of course, she mostly knew the Lynda Carter version than she did the comics, but it still stood.
“I could buy a costume. You know. For a nice night together.” She winked. She could cosplay Diana, totally. And she’d be hot and wild. “Buuuut we’re getting distracted! We gotta make you Uncle Sam’s niece! And we’re gonna study. I’ll be the sexy history teacher and you’ll be my barely legal student that’ll get me fired!”
“I would definitely not say no to that.” Helena smirked. She chuckled a bit. “I could most certainly be the barely legal student that will get you fired. So long as there’s a desk involved. And your glasses. The glasses must be involved.” And Helena wasn’t exactly getting them back on topic. Harley was rather distracting, after all.
Harley pushed her glasses up her nose a bit and smirked playfully. It was even funnier because Helena was older than her. But if she could get her wife into a schoolgirl uniform or god forbid a cheerleader one, she’d...probably die of blood loss. But it would be worth it. “You’re gonna need a costume.”
Helena smirked a bit. “I certainly am. My aversion to buttoning my blouses all the way already lend to wearing a schoolgirl uniform.” Helena did tend to leave several buttons of her blouses undone, more than giving a glimpse of cleavage. Much like the blouse she was currently wearing. “Pair that with a short skirt…” Now perhaps it was her turn to do the teasing as she gazed at Harley.
I’m gonna die, Harley thought, her mouth opening a little and her pupils clearly dilating. “Okay.. okay…” she put up a hand. “Stop sign cuz we got important stuff to do an’ we don’t need to be getting these papers sweaty or nothing.”
The smirk on her face widened a bit more at seeing the way Harley’s pupils dilated. Helena drew in a breath and looked back at the papers. “Yes, important things to do before having some fun.” Though getting her mind out of the gutter was difficult when Harley was wearing her glasses.
Harley had neat handwriting when she was in doctor mode, but she still filled out the form quickly, triple and quadruple checking it as she went. It had helped that they’d saved a PDF copy to reprint if they had to, but it didn’t look like she’d messed anything up. She leaned over it, chewing on the end of her pen, hair askew and shirt open and glasses on the end of her nose again. And this time she wasn’t even trying. “..think it’s good!”
Helena looked over the form she needed to fill out, then began doing so. She moved through it slowly, ensuring she didn’t miss anything. She tucked some hair behind an ear, looking it over and making note of how much needed to be paid with this form. Looking over at Harley, she bit her lower lip briefly at seeing the glasses on the end of her nose, hair askew and shirt open. “Excellent. I believe mine is good as well. The process for acquiring a green card is also certainly not cheap by any means.” At least they both made good money.
“I noticed. But even with our legitimate funds we can afford it.” Harley still had a sizable stash from her robberies and even some gems and gold stored away for fencing later. Sometimes the best way to get away with a crime was to wait until everyone forgot it had happened.
“Yes, we can. Which is a good thing.” She smiled, then looked down at the forms. “This is the first step. Then we wait for whether or not they are approved, then I believe comes the interview.” Helena was slightly nervous about it. She knew there was no reason the applications would be rejected. She didn’t pose a threat nor did she have a documented criminal background. So it should, with luck, go smoothly and her application would be approved.
And being married to a psychologist with a good record would probably help, Harley thought. She opened her desk, pulling out a manila folder and slipping the forms into it for safe keeping, before swiveling to face Helena and leaning back in her leather chair, arms on the arm rest and legs crossed. “You’ll do fine.” She didn’t know if she’d have to be interviewed but she’d have to be on her best behavior there.
“Thank you. It is a little nerve-wracking, at least. But it is a process that will be well worth it in the end.” She smiled, reaching out and taking Harley’s hand in hers, thumb brushing over the wedding ring on Harley’s finger and her smile only growing further. “I am looking forward to becoming an American so I can stay here without worry.”
“Being married to one should make things so much easier!” She squeezed Helena’s hand, then lifted it up to kiss her knuckles. “You’ll be a true blue American in no time!”
She didn’t know what she’d do if Helena had to leave. Probably wreak havoc. Probably didn’t need her wreaking havoc.
“Yes, it most certainly will.” Helena smiled warmly. “And I suppose I cannot fully complain about the 4th of July celebrations when being an American citizen, hm? Though I reserve the right to forever complain about the whole dumping the tea in Boston harbor. That was uncalled for. Such a waste of perfectly fine tea!” Spoken like a true English woman. Helena lived and died by her tea. And when she didn’t have the loose leaf tea, she tended to become rather cranky.
Harley grinned, then used Helena’s hand to pull the woman over and then into her lap. “Fourth of July means you getta blow shit up legally, what’s wrong with that? The tea thing was kind of a waste but it was probably a lotta fun.”
Settling herself on Harley’s lap, she chuckled a bit. “I do like fireworks, I must confess.” She brushed her fingers through Harley’s hair. “It possibly was fun for those who did it. I, however, would not take pleasure in such a thing.” She chuckled again.
“I know how to piss you off when we have fights,” Harley replied, her eyes wide and innocent.
Helena’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Do you now? Well. I suppose I cannot deny tea is one of my sore spots.” Really, it kind of went without saying there.
Luckily, there was a lot of tea in their house. Harley liked it, herself. She leaned in, taking one of Helena’s buttons in her teeth. To distract her.
The distraction worked. After all, it was the third button down, the one situated right in the middle of her cleavage. She licked her lips a bit. And doing that with the glasses? Yeah. It was an instant turn on. “I think you are enjoying distracting me, love.”
She looked up at Helena’s face. From over the glasses. With a smug little smile on her face and her tongue sticking out just a little bit between her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
“I see. My mistake then, I must have misjudged,” Helena said teasingly, eyebrows lifted knowingly. And as soon as she said that, she squared her shoulders a bit more and straightened her spine, causing her breasts to stick out a bit more.
“Uh.” Harley’s eyes practically bugged out of her head, before she face planted right into the center of Helena’s chest. Her hands then planted, one on each breast, squeezing lightly. “Mm.”
She groaned a bit as Harley face planted into her chest and squeezed her breasts. She slid her hands up along Harley’s arms. “Do you like that?”
“Mmhmmm…” Harley laughed, then shook her face back and forth, complete with motor noises. She’d always wanted to do that. Then she lifted her head up and stole a quick kiss before leaning back and pretending that none of that had actually happened. And oops, another one of her own buttons had come loose.
Helena laughed a bit as Harley shook her face back and forth. Then as Harley sat back upright, Helena did notice another of her buttons had come undone. Helena licked her lips a bit, reaching out and brushing her fingers through the length of Harley’s hair. “Well, my dear, what would you like to do tonight?” Mundane conversation while Helena was going to tease Harley a bit, twisting a lock of her hair around her finger.
She chewed on her lip, squirming in Helena’s lap. An idea occurred to her and she started giggling. “Oh man oh man I just thought about all those artifacts you’ve talked about and what if one of them was an ancient dildo and when you put it on it turned real?”
Helena laughed a bit at the thought, her fingertips lightly trailing down the side of Harley’s neck, over her collarbone and down along what was exposed of her collarbone. “I admit I have not heard of such an Artifact, but that does not mean it does not exist.” Helena smirked a bit. “Wishing that one of us was a different gender at the moment?”
“Kinda want to have my way with you over the desk,” Harley admitted, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. She giggled. “And that was a nice side benefit of dating a woman that can grow all kinda plants.”
“Like how you had your way with me when you were male?” Helena waggled her eyebrows a bit, fingertips lightly teasing along what was exposed of Harley’s cleavage. She leaned in and slid her tongue along the side of Harley’s neck. “Things got rather kinky there, did they?”
“Mmhmmm…” Harley’s voice hitched and she was shivering underneath Helena. Which question she was answering was an easy answer. Both!
Smirking, Helena nipped at Harley’s neck, sliding her hands down a bit and squeezing Harley’s breasts. “Do you have a dildo nearby? You could use it and have your way with me on the desk, and then I can return the favor.” She nipped at Harley’s earlobe.
“..return the favor first,’ Harley gasped, the play on her neck already driving her past the bounds of dignity.
She hadn’t realized how in the mood she already was.
Smirking against the skin of Harley’s throat, she chuckled softly. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said. Keeping her mouth on Harley’s neck, Helena shifted herself off of Harley’s lap, then she pulled her to stand up. And that was when she kissed her deeply, one arm pulling her close against her own body, the other hand shoving things off of Harley’s desk. Hopefully none of it was breakable, though Helena wasn’t exactly caring about that right now.
“Love you baby,” Harley mumbled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Helena and hugging her tightly. Objects and papers crashed to the ground but none of it was all that important and the citizenship papers were safe on another surface in their envelope. “You make me crazier.”
“Love you too, darling,” she murmured back. Once the desk was clear, her hands trailed down to the backs of Harley’s thighs and she picked her up and set her down on the desk. “In the good way, I hope.” Her hands trailed up and started making short work of the rest of the buttons on Harley’s shirt.
A little ‘ooo’ sound escaped Harley’s mouth, and she hitched her skirt up to give her legs more room to open up for Helena. She liked with Helena got all in charge like this. It was kind of a weakness of hers - with the right person she could relinquish control again. And unlike some in the past, she knew she could trust Helena.
Helena did enjoy taking charge. And while she liked to try new things, she was certain to ask Harley before trying anything just to ensure she’d be okay with it. She wasn’t an asshole, and she wanted to make Harley feel good. It was about pleasure and love, not about anything else. Pushing Harley’s shirt open, Helena trailed her mouth downwards, arms slipping around her waist and pulling her hips close against hers.
She propped herself on her elbows, watching Helena trail her way downward and shivering in anticipation. Harley’s fingers dug into the desk and her toes curled up as her breath started to increase.
Unhooking Harley’s bra, her mouth trailed over her breasts. One hand trailed down Harley’s leg, then trailed up her inner thigh. Helena loved the taste of Harley’s skin, the way it felt under her touch. And now she was going to indulge herself and ravish her wife completely.
“Fuck me,” Harley ordered, in the sexiest voice she could manage.
“Mm, with pleasure,” she responded with a lust-laced tone. And she wasted little time obliging Harley, her hand slipping inside her skirt and underwear. “Do you have any toys in your desk?”
“Fuck me” Harley whined, in a voice that was breathy and unbound. Just the teasing from Helena’s hand was driving her crazy. She could blame her wife’s teasing, but lets be real; she’d worked herself up in the course of teasing Helena herself!
“Lower left drawer, combination is your measurements.”
“Good combination,” she murmured as she knelt down, keeping her fingers working on Harley while she used the other hand to open the drawer. She then pulled out a dildo, then righted herself again. She then sucked on the tip of the dildo briefly before she replaced her fingers with the dildo and started to slip the dildo inside of Harley. She nipped along Harley’s neck, her other arm wrapping around Harley’s lower back snugly.
Harley gasped, arching her back. Nails left marks in her desk and while she wanted to wrap her arms around her wife she settled for one leg. Besides, it was kind of hot if she was forced to hold on for dear life and be ‘forced’ to not respond the way she normally would.
She started moving the dildo in and out of her wife, trailing her mouth down her chest. Her face buried itself in her breasts. Her arm remained steadfast around Harley’s back, keeping her in place as she moved the dildo in and out of her. She started with a slower pace while Harley adjusted to the feeling, then she started to speed it up.
There were never many occasions where Harley was quiet, and this was definitely not one of them. She was loud, her voice breathy and gasping and ringing off the walls with a variety of curses, dirty words and naughty suggestions. And for all the emotions that she shared with Helena, and the feelings and the similarities, this was the thing that had first brought them together and it was still the most fun thing.
Emotions just made it that much better.
The noises Harley made were definitely turning Helena on even more. And encouraged by the noises, she moved the dildo harder and faster, even trying to shift the angle of penetration a bit as well. She groaned, her mouth trailing back to Harley’s neck where she bit it, not hard enough to draw any blood or really cause pain, just enough to give Harley more sensation.
Sex had been what brought them together the first time, but emotions made the sex so much better. And Helena enjoyed driving Harley out of her mind with pleasure.
The biting pushed Harley over the edge. She moved one of her hands up until she was grabbing onto Helena’s arm, nails digging in hard enough to leave crescent marks in her skin. Convulsing, Harley screamed, the sound quickly dissolving into breathless laughter. Helena always made her laugh, and she loved her for it.
Helena groaned a bit as Harley grabbed onto her arm. She held onto Harley, a smile stretching across her face as she heard the laughter following the scream. She eased the dildo out of Harley, and slid her tongue along Harley’s neck where she’d bitten it. “Mm you are so sexy, love,” she murmured.
“MMMmoooogod.” Harley let go of the desk with her remaining hand so she could hug onto Helena. That was about all she could say until she got her breathing under control. “I’m the sexy one? You shoulda seen you.” Next time she needed to get it on video.
Setting the dildo aside, Helena slid her other arm around Harley as well, hugging her close. “Alright, we’re both sexy. How is that?” She asked with a grin. She leaned in and stole a kiss from Harley.
It’s not a stolen kiss if it’s given up willingly, and Harley always gave them up willingly to Helena. “Thas good but when I can walk straight I’m gonna get you back.”
Helena chuckled a bit. “Then that means I did a good job fucking you,” she smirked. “Though I look forward to you getting me back.” She leaned in and kissed Harley again.
Harley returned the kiss, but for far shorter than necessary, before slipping out of Helena’s grasp. She pushed her down on her stomach over the desk, and grinned as she slipped to her knees behind her wife. “My turn!”
There was a slight squeak followed by a laugh as Harley pushed her down on her stomach over the desk. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and gazed back at Harley as best as she could. “Mm I’m all yours, babe.”
It was the most lovely of views and Harley spent a moment just admiring it, trailing her fingers down Helena’s thigh and across her butt. There was that spot, right where leg met butt and she spent an obscene amount of time there with both her fingers and her tongue.
What? It’s better than chicken!
It was a good view, Helena had a nice rear end, after all! She loved Harley’s touch, not minding the obscene amount of time Harley spent using her fingers and tongue on that spot where her leg met her butt. She groaned, sliding her hands along the desk a bit, ready to grip the edges once Harley moved her attention a little up and center.
And Harley eventually did move her attention a little up and center. She always savored this part, like it was some kind of strange trust exercise for her. And sometimes it was. After all, there was that toy just sitting there, and Harley waited until she’d lulled Helena into a sense of erotic complacency and an orgasm or two before she used it.
Just as Harley had not been quiet, Helena was definitely not quiet either. She was vocal, allowing Harley to know how much she loved what she was doing. And she’d completely forgotten about that toy that she’d used on Harley earlier. So after an orgasm or two when Harley used it, Helena let out a loud “Fuck”, back arching and fingers digging into the desk as she gripped it tightly.
“You rang?” Harley grinned to herself, the flippancy of her voice not quite hiding how much she was actually enjoying this. A little out of breath, a whole lot turned on. Helena was beautiful and Harley’s grin turned into the kind of laugh of a woman very pleased with herself. “Tell me if you need me to stop, sweet cheeks.”
She punctuated the word ‘cheeks’ with a slap of one delicious butt cheek.
Okay, Helena couldn’t help but to laugh at the first comment. But it certainly didn’t break the mood for her. And then she let out a little groan at the slap to her butt. Her breathing was heavy. She glanced at Harley over her shoulder, dark eyes even darker than usual due to being so turned on. “One more orgasm,” she said breathlessly.
Laughing, Harley contorted herself around until she could use both toy and tongue to accommodate Helena’s request. There was risk of breaking one or both of their necks and she was half perched on the chair while doing it but it was certainly worth the effort.
Helena’s noise level grew louder as Harley contorted herself to add her tongue into things. It didn’t take overly long from that point before Helena was pushed to the edge. The sensations coursing through her were overwhelming, and shortly thereafter, she was shoved over the edge, letting out a scream of pleasure as her fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter.
The desk was probably ruined, from sweat and nails, but it wasn’t her actual work desk so Harley could live with that. She extracted herself, and on wobbly legs came around the front of Helena so she could cup her face. “Hey you...you’re so cute when you come!”
Helena took some deep breaths, her body humming pleasantly. She was also a bit wobbly, but she smiled warmly and slid her arms around Harley, pulling her close. “Why thank you, love. I love the way you make me come.” She rubbed her nose against Harley’s.
“I love that word,” Harley laughed, wrinkling her nose as it tickled. “It’s such a funny one.” Sex words in general were hilarious. “Whoever came up with it was a genius. I mean have you ever wondered what the opposite is? What going would be when fucking?”
Helena laughed a bit as well. “That is certainly an image to entertain. If coming is an orgasm, then going would be just getting started? Or losing the build up before an orgasm could happen?” There was nothing more frustrating than nearing an orgasm and then something happened and the orgasm was lost before it happened.
Harley made a wrinkle face and giggled again. “Going reminds me of some exes. They went more often than they didn’t in that case!”
“The stories I could tell of my ex as well. He had a few times he went at the worst possible times.” Helena smirked and kissed Harley’s lips. “Clearly you and I coming make up for all of our exes going.”
She gave her wife a moon-eyed smile, then nuzzled her cheek. “I think I can put aside the work I was doing before you came in…” Harley wanted her cuddle times, and while she wasn’t sure how she’d make it to the bedroom, she was willing to try.
Helena smiled warmly, nuzzling Harley’s cheek back. “I am glad for that because I would like some cuddle time with you.” She kissed Harley’s cheek and started to lead the way to the bedroom, keeping hold of her wife as she did so.
“I love when we’re on the same wavelength….”