Couple of screws loose (quite_vexing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-03-20 16:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells, harley quinn |
Who: Harley and Helena
What Silly fun times involving candy and freckles, then talking about bringing Helena's daughter to the states
When: recently
Where: Their house
Status: Complete
Rating: R for quickly glossed over sexy times in the middle
After that last bout of crazy, Helena was more than happy to relish in having some down time were rabid monkeys and the like weren’t attempting to kill people. Also the blood rain had been a little disconcerting. But now there was a lull again and they could just relax for a bit. Helena was on the couch in the living room, a few textbooks and notebooks on the coffee table. The textbooks were on the subjects of Quantum Mechanics, Particle Physics, Electrical Engineering and Mechanical Engineering. Learning such subjects, or in the case of the latter two adding to her pool of knowledge, was what she considered to be fun. She liked giving her mind a challenge, and if her mind was working on something complex, she was usually way more focused and able to relax.
After having designed that bracelet for Harley, Helena was already busy on a few other ideas of things to build. Perhaps a few of them were new toys for Harley, perhaps some were just to prove she could actually build things. And maybe, just maybe, part of her felt snarky and had to go sketching a Tripod from her novel The War of the Worlds. Perhaps she could build a scale model of it. It could come in handy if things ever attacked the house or something.
Either way, Helena had no shortage of ideas for what she could do. She let her imagination guide her. She was humming a bit as she made some notes in one of her notebooks, some complex mathematical equation.
The crazy week had been just another week in Gotham. But Harley tended to keep that joke to herself. And the dogs. The dogs always loved her jokes. Her babies knew just how to laugh at them! But she felt like she could finally take them out for a walk after the MADNESS.
The three of them came bouncing in, Harley as excited as her puppies. She hung up their leashes and smiled as she watched Helena work. She loved it when H tinkered with things. Her brain was as sexy as the rest of her and Harley liked to try to figure out what she was up to.
Despite the dogs rushing around in their typical manner, H was either ignoring her or didn’t notice her. She leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her bare shoulder, right on some freckles.
Ooo now that was an idea!
Helena was only subconsciously aware that Harley and the dogs had come back. She’d heard the door, but she was focused on working out an equation that it didn’t fully register in her mind. At least until she suddenly felt those lips on her bare shoulder. To her credit, she only slightly jumped, lifting her head and quickly smiling.
“Welcome home, love. I hope you and the puppies enjoyed your walk?” She was completely unaware of what was currently crossing Harley’s mind.
“Mmhmm…” Harley nibbled. She held out her hand. “Can I see your pen?” Without bothering to wait, she grabbed a pen and traced a line from one freckled to another. “Mmm, we need something edible…”
Helena raised her eyebrows a bit as she watched Harley trace the line between freckles. Well, now she had an idea of what was on Harley’s mind. “Edible ink?” She prompted. She would’ve also asked if she’d meant food, but Helena thought Harley had something other than food on her mind. Maybe.
“Yes. Edible ink, or something close enough.” Something that could be squeezed across Helena’s skin and stay put until Harley had drawn patterns in her skin. She already had an idea as to which patterns she wanted to draw.
“I’m not certain if we have actual edible ink, but there is no doubt there are things in the kitchen that could be used as edible ink.” Helena offered. She’d let Harley make the choice on what to use. She was, after all, the artist currently. And Helena was clearly the canvas.
“Stay.” Harley bounced up and ran towards the kitchen. She found some of those squeeze candies that looked like crayons (because of course she had those) and ran back, delight in her eyes. “Now, you can keep workin’ doll and I’ll keep myself busy.”
Helena chuckled softly and didn’t move as Harley ran off to the kitchen. When she came back, she smirked a bit. “Shall I take my shirt off, to give you better access to my canvas? Or would you rather have those honors?”
“The honor is mine,” Harley said, formally. She tugged Helena’s shirt off, admiring the view as she settled in behind her. She leaned in and kissed a freckle on her back. “I can’t believe how cute you are.” Cute, sexy, smart and a heart big enough to not hold Harley back. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve it but she was happy about it.
She grinned a bit as Harley pulled her shirt off. And to Harley’s delight, Helena wasn’t wearing a bra. Why wear one when she wasn’t planning on leaving the house? With the shirt off, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun so she could keep it out of Harley’s way. “Why thank you, love. I do enjoy being cute.” She grinned at Harley over her shoulder before she looked back at her notebook. “Let me know if you need to move around to my front and I can change position.” There were plenty of freckles all over her torso, including several on her breasts.
It nearly threw Harley off of her plan. After all there was a handful,just waiting for her to grab. But she was just trying to touch Helena’s heart not her boob, babe.
Miraculously Harley behaved herself, and started to draw on Helena’s back with the candy. Simple pattern at first. Playing cards, constellations, but she grew daring and started to drawn a woman on Helena. “We’ll start with the back, because if I start with your front I’ll never get anywhere else!”
Helena smirked, shivering lightly as the candy tickled a bit as Harley drew on her. It was certainly a new feeling. As Harley drew on her, Helena was simultaneously doing equations and sketching a device in her notebook and trying to figure out what Harley was drawing on her. “And thus we have learned that my front distracts you.” Not that it was actually a new revelation, of course. It was one Helena had been aware of for a while.
Harley leaned back to examine her work, then took a picture with her phone. “You’re so freaking hot babe.” Smirking, she leaned in and trailed her tongue along one line. The saltiness of Helena’s skin mixed with the tart sweetness of the candy was almost like an aphrodisiac to her. She ran her hands down Helena’s shoulders and arms, then kissed the back of her neck.
“Thank you, though I’m only one half of the hot factor in this marriage.” Helena said glancing at Harley over her shoulder. She shivered lightly as she felt Harley’s tongue on her skin. And just like that Helena was paying the utmost attention to what was happening behind her and her pencil stilled, resting on the paper in the middle of writing a number that now wouldn’t be finished.
“You’re not supposed to stop workin’, H,” But Harley wasn’t really complaining. She flicked her tongue down Helena’s spine, her hands moving to her waist and thumbs stroking lightly. Maddeningly slow, she lapped up every bit of candy.
“It’s rather difficult to focus when your tongue’s on my skin,” she countered, groaning a bit, back arching as Harley’s tongue moved down her spine. The stroke of her thumbs felt really good, and she started to writhe slightly as Harley lapped up the candy at a maddeningly slow pace. “Mmmm…” Helena did like the feel of Harley’s tongue on her. Her head tilted back a bit, relishing in the sensations and becoming rather turned on by them.
“Mm.” Harley shifted until she was laying down on the couch, her head against Helena’s back. From this angle she could focus more on her wife’s lower back. It was usually more sensitive there, and she started adding nibbling to her repertoire.
Sensitive was the correct word. At first it almost tickled, but then it settled more into Helena enjoying the sensations. She groaned again, pressing into Harley’s attentions. She did love the way her wife could turn her on, and she thoroughly enjoyed how she used her mouth.
“Lay on your stomach,” Harley ordered, abandoning any pretense about Helena working. As badly as she wanted to feel up everything up front, she wasn’t done with Helena’s back. Besides, drawing out the foreplay was always so fun!
“Yes, ma’am,” Helena said with a smile, promptly setting her notebook and pencil down on the coffee table before pulling the tie out of her hair and laying down on her stomach as ordered. Laying down didn’t require that she wear her hair up, so she flipped it to the side, letting Harley have full access to her back. She looked at her over her shoulder, eyeing her curiously. And Helena did so enjoy foreplay.
Grinning, Harley surveyed the territory she was about to map. She sat back on her haunches, tugging her sports bra off. She hadn’t been wearing anything else from her taking the puppies out walking, and her snow-white skin was a little shiney from the exertion. “You look so good, sweetcheeks.”
She leaned over, trailing a finger up Helena’s spine.
Helena grabbed one of the throw pillows, crossed her arms over it and propped her head on it, still eyeing Harley over her shoulder. She took in the sight once she pulled her sports bra off. “So do you,” she returned. She noted the shiny sheen Harley’s skin had to it, and she liked it.
She shivered against as Harley’s finger trailed up her spine. She was curious as to how long both of them would be able to endure the foreplay, but she was also intensely curious to see what Harley did with her canvas.
If that was a challenge, Harley was going to try to win it. She drew patterns again, intricate ones and detailed ones, very lightly tracing the candy If that was a challenge, Harley was going to try to win it. She drew patterns again, intricate ones and detailed ones, very lightly tracing the candy over Helena's skin. She employed other tactics too, nails digging into places, finger tips tracing scars, lips kissing patterns of freckles like she was kissing the stars.
"You're so beautiful," Harley whispered, awe in her voice.
It actually probably was a challenge. Helena liked issuing challenges, and seeing which one of them came out the victor. There were little groans as Harley employed the various tactics. She loved the feel the candy tracing over her skin, the fingertips, nails and kisses. Each one gave her new sensations as they moved over her back.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile, more than appreciating that Harley appreciated her beauty. Sometimes Helena could be a little vain, and she was susceptible to pride, but this was something she felt safe basking in.
If she could make Helena come just from this she'd consider it a victory. Harley smiled against Helena's skin, shifting until she was sprawled out on top of Helena, chest brushing her wife's skin. It made her breath hitch and she forgot what she was trying to do for three whole seconds. She had to lap up all the candy before she could turn Helena around, after all!
Harley was doing well thus far if she wanted to make Helena come without getting completely hot and heavy. She was certainly on the right track and needed to keep doing what she was doing. She groaned and licked her lips at feeling Harley’s chest brush her skin. “How is your masterpiece coming, love?”
“I took pictures,” she promised. “I’ll show ya later.” Honestly they could make a lot of money this way, but it would be harder to get Christine into their custody. But sometimes it was tempting if only for the thrill of it.
Harley slid up Helena’s chest and bit into her shoulder.
“I look forward to seeing them,” she said with a smile. At the bite to her shoulder, Helena moaned, a wave of arousal running through her. She did like biting, it did turn her on. That added to the fact Harley was laying over her added to that turned on sensation.
Bite marks were like temporary claiming. Harley could never claim Helena 100%, but she liked to leave a mark and she liked it a little rough (and a little soft but don’t tell anyone). Giggling lightly, she bit other areas. The other shoulder, the back of Helena’s neck, the space between her shoulder blades. She moved southward, leaving teeth marks on her rear and her thighs. And then, abruptly, she stopped and sat up, looking as smug as Selina on a pile of diamonds. “Turn over!”
Harley wasn’t the only one who liked it a little rough sometimes. Helena had a wide range of tastes when it came to sex. Tastes that dipped into the BDSM end of the spectrum. Helena was more of the bondage part of that, but she could also be the dominance part of it. The trail of bites were met with more moans and shivers running through her body. Oh she liked it when Harley marked her, temporarily claiming her. Though Harley had permanently claimed her, as the ring on Helena’s left ring finger was testament to. Smirking at the command, Helena did as told, rolling over so she was on her back and gazing up at her wife, eyes now able to fully drink in Harley being topless as well.
She then lifted her arms and crossed her wrists above her head, a sign that she was putting herself at Harley’s mercy. “Like this?”
There were words. Harley knew words. Except they weren't working right now. She drank in her wife, then slowly moved her hands across Helena's stomach. When Helena put her hands over her head something inside Harley clenched and she moaned breathlessly. A lot of the time Helena took control, but this was a flip around and she liked it.
She rewarded Helena by leaning down and giving her a long, almost drunken kiss.
Helena watched the expression on her wife’s face, groaning at the touch to her stomach. She did enjoy taking control most of the time, but she did like giving it up sometimes. Helena also rather enjoyed struggles for who would be on top sometimes as well. She was, in more primitive terms, an alpha female.
She groaned when Harley kissed her, and she kissed her back, drinking up the kiss completely. She was already turned on as all hell, but she was intrigued to see what Harley would do with control.
Harley liked being the beta. It was more true to her nature. While she would often drag someone on a madcap adventure, she still fell in line behind someone like Helena. At least the view was nice?
She broke the kiss, finishing with a bite on her lips. Harley was compelled to leave marks in visible places. One on her throat, the other on the side of her neck. Let Helena explain those at work.
But then she had to control herself. Helena had so many freckles in so many places, that Harley grinned madly as she picked up the candy again. She tapped it against her lip, then dabbed some on Helena’s chest, linking a series of freckles into a smiley face. She dabbed some more onto the peaks of her wife’s nipples, and then steadfastly ignored that in favor of focusing on Helena’s abs.
If Harley were to leave marks in visible places, she’d wear them with pride. Explaining them at work wouldn’t be difficult, she’d tell the truth. She was proud to have Harley for a partner and she made no secret of it or the fact she was married.
Now, Helena’s front had some interesting freckles. She had one smack dab on the middle of her throat. There was a line of darker and larger freckles between her breasts, even a few larger ones on her breasts as well. There was plenty for Harley with. She shivered lightly at the dab of candy to her nipples. Her abs quivered slightly under Harley’s touch. Her stomach was one of her major turn-on points. Which Harley would most certainly know of by now. She watched Harley work, licking her lips in anticipation, and enjoying every moment of it.
They were lovely, every last one. Harley murmured and mewled in approval as she worked. Lines of candy, little dots, connect the dots. They’d need to get edible ink, that would be easier next time. Harley had once had freckles. But after her dreams had literally bleached her, all she had were the scars. And maybe someday she’d talk about them more.
But that wasn’t this day, probably. This day was focused entirely on Helena. “I’m runnin’ outta candy. Now what am I gonna do about that hmm??”
Helena had never asked about Harley’s scars, mostly because she assumed they were tied to things that were difficult for her to talk about. Things that may tie back to the Joker and her dreams as well as that ex-boyfriend of hers in this life. She would wait for Harley to open that door before asking about them. Until then, she placed gentle kisses on them every chance she got. The change in her skin color had been jarring when it had first happened, but now it didn’t matter to her. She loved Harley for who she was, not what she looked like.
Licking her lips, Helena gazed up at Harley, smirking a bit. “Improvise?” She suggested. She didn’t move from where she lay, letting Harley have full control over the situation. She fully trusted her wife, and if that hadn’t been clear before, it was now in how she’d fully given control to her now.
Since they were one and the same, they definitely tied into each other. Even now, after everything, after steadfastly rejecting him, part of her wanted to love him. But she was strong enough to reject that and understand that she was a victim. Sometimes she thought she should change fields a little, and help other abuse victims.
That was a thought for another time. “First, I gotta clean you up. Don’t move!” She was going to lap Helena up in almost every spot - those mountain peaks were gonna have to wait.
In the time that Helena had come to know Harley, she knew she was strong. Sometimes Helena felt Harley was stronger than she gave herself credit for. She could see the damage from both her past here and her dreams, but she didn’t look down on her for any of it. Instead, she could see beneath it, and she did what she could to help heal the damage piece by piece. And she would always gently remind Harley she was strong, that it was okay to be messed up from those sorts of experiences. And she would always ensure Harley that she was loved regardless of what she’d been through and what she’d done. Helena loved and accepted her for who she was.
It was probably a very good thing that Helena had fallen into the more morally grey area of things thanks to her dreams. She had a good heart, and she did try to do the right thing, but she was also a killer, and she would always have those tendencies, that anger that burned in her heart. She would never try to change Harley or force her to become something she wasn’t. Gently suggest not doing so many bad things, perhaps. Tell her to not bring illegal things near Christina once she was back living with them, definitely. But that was different. A child should never get caught in or near anything illegal.
However, for now she was more focused on her wife drawing on her. “Yes, ma’am,” she responded and bit her lower lip in anticipation.
Violence wasn’t funny. Except when it was. The molester they’d mutilated nearly a year ago hadn’t been the last. And the funny (or scary?) thing was it was Harley that typically tempered them both. Maybe it was the psychiatrist in her. Maybe it was the part of her that had started out good. If chaotic. Harley in her dreams had started out Chaotic Neutral, swung Chaotic Evil, then swung into anti-hero Chaotic Good. She liked it there.
Harley had lapped up most of the candy now, and then she finally, finally clasped her lips around Helena’s nipple, and flicked her tongue to taste the sweet sweet mixture of flesh and candy.
Now that Helena was getting her head back on straight after the dreams had sent her into a tailspin, she would be more stable on her own. Unless someone managed to push her buttons. Buttons like that molester had. Anyone who hurt a child would almost instantly send Helena into a frenzy in which all she saw was red.
Moaning as Harley lapped the candy up, her body arched into her wife’s touch. Then as she latched onto her nipple, Helena moaned out Harley’s name, back arching a bit. Her body temperature was getting higher and higher, and she was aching for more, aching for Harley to touch her more.
Harley hummed happily to herself, sending vibrations through her lips straight to Helena’s skin. She lifted her eyes as she did so, making sure to make eye contact while drawing it out as long as she could. Which gave her an idea. She popped her head, pointed “Don’t move!” then ran to the bedroom.
The vibrations went straight to the pit of her stomach, and she felt her desire rising even further. God she loved what Harley did with her mouth. Though when Harley commanded her to not move, Helena remained still. And found herself wondering what Harley would come back with. And that particular ponderment only made her all the more anxious to feel Harley’s touch. She may have whimpered a bit while Harley was gone.
Helena’s whimpering only made Harley fumble a bit trying to get everything together. A bit of silk to still her hands, and their favorite attachment for their favorite harness.
Harley was going to have her way with Helena, but not before she leapt into Helena’s view, stuck her hands on her hips, and struck a super hero pose, all while wearing the harness and toy. “Wonder Woman to tha rescue!”
When Harley leapt into her view and struck the pose, Helena’s gaze ran over her wife’s body. And of course seeing the harness and toy only made her grin, her eyes slowly making their way back up to Harley’s face. “You arrived just in time, Wonder Woman! I am in dire need of help.” Yeah, this was quite the turn on.
Grinning, Harley flexed, striking every comic book pose she could think of. “We should do a photoshoot, Wonder Tits and Batbutt!”
Once she had that out of her system, she finally came over, using the silk to tie Helena’s hands. It was a loose knot, but she figured Helena would behave until Helena didn’t want to behave and honestly Harley looked forward to that. “Look at that, dear friend! I’m afraid there’s only one way to free you!”
“I think we should certainly do that some time.” Helena smirked. She definitely was up for it. She was always down for taking photos and making videos.
She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, biting it lightly as Harley used the silk to tie her hands. She could tell the knot was loose, but she would indeed behave herself. For the time being anyway. “Oh please, whatever that way is, do it! Free me!”
She kept a straight face. Somehow. It wasn’t very easy. Harley settled in between Helena’s legs, leaning in to kiss her and nibble on her lip, before she gripped Helena’s hips. “I’m gonna use the key, H.”
It was a new euphemism, and one she came up with on the spot and she was so proud of herself.
Helena returned the kiss, groaning softly. “Use the key, and set me free, Wonder Tits,” she responded. While she normally would’ve wrapped her arms around Harley, she was being good and letting them remained tied for the moment. So she opted to instead wrap her legs around Harley.
Just the sound and feel of Helena was enough to set Harley off early. It didn’t stop her from using the key to unlock her wife’s door and the building orgasm that lay within, but getting off a little early helped her focus. At least until she went over the ledge again near the end.
Her thighs and back ached, and she flopped down on top of Helena and gasped. “I think I set a new record!”
She thoroughly enjoyed how Harley unlocked her, and the orgasm was an intense one. At some point during it, Helena pulled her hands free of the silk to wrap her arms around her wife and pull her close. Once Harley flopped on top of her, Helena sunk into the couch, arms still around Harley’s back, and her legs slowly unfolded from around her wife.
“Which record did you set, love?” She asked breathlessly, still trying to catch her breath.
“Well I lost track so I figure I must have beat some record somewhere.” She grinned and booped her nose against Helena’s. She could check ‘couch’ off of their to do on list, too. Win win!
“I am certain you did set a record,” Helena said with a grin. She lightly caressed Harley’s back with her fingertips. She caught Harley’s lips with her own, kissing her for some moments. She had to say, she liked the feeling of Harley on top of her.
Harley could wax poetic about the feel of their skin together and the warmth of Helena’s body. But she didn’. Instead she closed her eyes, kissing almost tenderly. No jokes, no silliness, just the full spectrum of her emotions filtered through her kiss.
The same emotions were conveyed right back to Harley in the kiss, and every now and then when Helena’s fingers moved just right, Harley would feel the band of the wedding ring on her finger brushing against her skin. It was emphasizing the emotions she felt for her wife. After what seemed to be forever, Helena gently broke the kiss. “You are amazing,” she said softly.
Harley’s make-up was running. Totally just the exertion of love-making. Nothing emotional or silly like that. She buried her face in Helena’s neck, kissing lightly. “You’re just sayin’ that.”
Wrapping her arms snugly around Harley, she held her wife closely. “I mean it. You are amazing, and you’re good to me.” And they both well knew Helena didn’t just say these things. And she would say them as much as she wanted and needed to because Harley needed to hear it.
She smiled against Helena’s skin. After a long moment, she lifted her head to gaze into her eyes. “If you mean it, then I’m gonna believe it.”
Gazing back into Harley’s eyes, Helena had to smile warmly. “Good because you are.” She gently caressed Harley’s cheek. Her breathing was now back to normal. Her body was still humming a bit from the sex, but she was feeling like quite the contented cat currently.
Not moving until Helena wanted to, Harley leaned into the touch on her cheek. She’d always loved how Helena accepted her, and how she treated her. She didn’t try to cure her or make her normal, but she also didn’t just let Harley walk all over her. “It’s kinda funny we had to find an alternate universe to find each other.”
Helena had no intention of moving in the near future. “Agreed, but I am very happy we did find each other.” Something told Helena that even if things with her and Myka had actually gone somewhere in her dreams, Myka was not the type willing to share. So even if Helena would have been happy with Myka, there would always be some sort of tension because of Helena being polyamorous. But Harley not only accepted it, she was polyamorous herself, which made things work for them. “I am honored to have you as my wife.”
“Not sure Honor is the way to go.” Harley’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Pretty sure I just spent ten minutes dishonoring you and your cow.” Maybe it was getting a little too emotional again. Harley had to fight emotions with silly.
Helena had gotten good at recognizing when Harley was getting too emotional. And at this moment in time, she didn’t want to push Harley too much into the emotions, so she took the mischief and smirked a bit. “You may dishonor me and my cow any time. I do thoroughly enjoy being dishonored by you.”
“Somewhere, Disney is rolling over in his cryo-sleep.” Harley propped herself up with her elbow on the back of the couch. “That would be an amazin’ movie though! Harley and her Adventures in Lesbos!”
“I think that would be a brilliant movie.” Helena said with a smile, looking at Harley. She shifted a little, snuggling closer to Harley. “You know, I’ve been thinking about having Christina come back home here. I think I have an idea about it.”
That made Harley perk up almost immediately. She loved Christina almost like she was her own daughter and she’d been dying to get ahold her her on a permanent basis. “Talk!”
“As I am making progress and generally feeling better after my dreams screwed with me, I was thinking early this summer we could bring her home with us. However, she is turning 10 on the sixteenth of May, so what would you say to flying to London a couple days before that, we can plan a nice big birthday party for her with her friends and family. Then after that, what would you say to taking two weeks or so and have a family vacation, just you, me and Christina? I could show you around the United Kingdom, if you’d like?” She asked with a smile. Helena was expecting a yes, of course. The only thing would be that they’d have to suffer Helena’s family. Both of her brothers and her sister would undoubtedly be there, as well as her nieces and nephews and the like. Helena wasn’t worried about introducing Harley as her wife, far from it. She just didn’t particularly like some of her extended family.
“I think that would take the sting of leaving her friends behind away,” Harley agreed. That was the biggest issue with moving Christine. She might even need a therapist. Someone else, anyway. She was sure the girl would make new friends but she knew depression could set in. It could be a textbook Inside Out case! “And I’ve always wanted to really see the UK! Especially with you two! We’ll just have to get someone to feed the babies.”
“I think she has more friends in Germany, so I’m going to see if her closest friends from there are able to come over to London. But either way, it will be a fun party that she will never forget.” Helena said with a smile. She was fully intent on giving her daughter one hell of a tenth birthday party. “You will be able to meet my brothers and sister as well. I think you’ll like my oldest brother, he’s much like my father. He also has two daughters that are adorable.” Helena missed him, it had been a while since she’d last seen him.
“Then we shall have a family vacation! I’ll need to take you to Camden Market in London. I think you will thoroughly enjoy it.” It was certainly an interesting place to go to. And she was more than excited to be able to have a family vacation with her girls.
“We can fly ‘em over if that’ll be faster!” Money wouldn’t be an object, and especially not for something like this. Christina would be so happy and it would make Harley’s week. She had to maintain being the cool mom, after all! “I can’t wait to meet ‘em. Feel kinda bad we didn’t get to meet them sooner!” But what was done is done and Harley had stolen their sister.
“Tell me about the market?””
“I think it will be. I’ll give their parents a ring and see if it would be something they would like to do. Don’t tell Christina about her friends from Germany potentially coming. I want to surprise her.” It would definitely be a surprise, and she wanted to see the way her daughter’s face would light up upon seeing those friends.
“It’s a very eclectic market. You can find everything from arts and crafts to alternative clothing to vintage clothing to music to pubs. There’s a little bit of everything, really.”
And if they couldn’t come she wouldn’t be disappointed because she’d never have gotten her hopes up. But the chance of seeing her face light up, oh that was a good one. “Oh, now I’m sold on the idea. Vintage clothing! I could set up a really badass steam punk outfit!”
Lead it to Harley to focus on the important things.
Hopefully by talking to the parents this early would result in at least a few of them coming to the party. Helena did at least still talk with them on a somewhat regular basis, just as she knew Christina maintained contact with her friends as well. Skype was a wonderful tool.
“You would look very sexy in a steampunk outfit.” Helena said with a grin. Because of course she had priorities! “Overall, it should be something very fun to do, and there are a lot of shops there.”
“Then I’ll save up a bit and we’ll need to reserve a shipping container for all the cool stuff I’m gonna buy for us and Christine!” Oh, she was going to spoil the kid rotten. It was her birthday, and there were all kinds of things she’d need to live with them. Like a puppy.
They didn’t need another dog. Or animal at all. They had two, and the Hyenas, and there was also the stuffed beaver that only talked to Harley.
… he counted.
“We can certainly do that.” Helena said with a smile, having her own plans of things to spoil Christina with. And Christina would definitely be in seventh heaven about having pets, she wouldn’t mind another dog. She’d pestered Helena for years about getting a puppy or a kitten. Helena had only said no because of her job and how she could transfer elsewhere at any time. But now? Now they had two dogs and two Hyenas.
“Also I was thinking, once we are back here with Christina, what if we planned our large wedding? We can have the large wedding with all our friends and Christina can be there in person this time. And make it a party no one will soon forget.”
Harley sat up, staring down at Helena with round eyes. “That would be great! I think she’d love it and all the people I care about are here, yanno. We can spring for your siblings if they wanna come. Your mom’s gotta pay her way, even if she bothers.” She hoped her mother-in-law didn’t bother.
“That will work. My brothers and father will most likely come. I’m not sure about my sister. And, well, who ever knows my mother will do. But the important thing is having the other people there.” Helena hoped that her mother wouldn’t bother, considering how she didn’t like the fact Helena was bisexual. But hey, her mother couldn’t harp on her to get married anymore! She just was married to a woman as opposed to a man.
One day, Helena’s mom would learn about the poly thing, and then Harley would popcorn.gif because that would be a meltdown of epic proportions. “We’ll make it work, and it’ll be perfect. I promise.”
Helena was definitely saving that reveal for a very special day indeed. Her mother’s head would probably explode because she couldn’t possibly wrap her head about what being poly meant. So clearly a third person would need to enter into this relationship. “I am looking forward to it. We can have a nice, big celebration.”
“Mmhmm…” Harley said, eyeing her wife with a considering expression. “We could have a nice small private celebration tonight, too. If you’re still in the mood and all.”
A smirk crossed her lips and she sat up at bit, licking her lips as her gaze slid up and down Harley. “I am most certainly still in the mood.” Course the fact that her hot wife was still naked and sitting on her helped her still be in the mood. But it also never really took much effort for Harley to get Helena in the mood.