Couple of screws loose (quite_vexing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-02-19 01:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells, harley quinn |
I can’t wait, but you gotta solve the puzzle first.
Who: Harley and Helena
What: V-Day
When: 2/14
Where: their house
Status: Complete
Rating: A surprisingly mild PG-13 for suggestive language
With the kid away, Harley was going to play. She was waiting in the bedroom. There were chocolates on the desk, wine on ice, and a Harley Quinn sitting on the bed nibbling on chocolate covered strawberries as she waited to be discovered. There was a very sexy meal sitting on a tray.
Helena was happy that Christina was able to spend some more time with a friend, but also to allow for her and Harley to have some alone time. It was Valentine’s Day, something she’d never put much stock into before, but now with Harley, she liked marking the day.
After getting back from dropping Christina off, Helena made her way around the house, looking for Harley. She’d come back with flowers for her. Stepping into the bedroom and spotting Harley with the wine, food and chocolate, she smiled warmly.
“Someone has been busy,” she said, stepping closer to the bed as she pulled the roses out from behind her back. “Good thing I brought these for my beloved wife.” She had a charming smile on her face.
It was Valentine’s day and Harley had been eager to celebrate it with her wife. And just the two of them (though some nights she’d invite someone else, it was probably not uncommon for Christina to meet someone new at the breakfast table). “Oh those are so pretty, never tell Red about them if she ever comes here.”
Still, she took them and sniffed them.
There were nights where Helena enjoyed sharing, but then there were nights she didn’t want to share. Tonight was one of those nights, one just for them. She chuckled lightly. “If she ever comes here, I’ll build a bouquet of mechanical flowers instead. Hopefully that would offend her less.”
And Helena was serious about that. Hell, she’d probably put that off-hand comment to the test and see if she could make a mechanical rose. But that was something she pushed to the back of her mind and let part of her brain mull that over while she focused herself on her wife.
“I dunno, I don’t think it would. You should see her reaction to Christmas trees.” Harley loved Christmas trees, sure they weren’t her religion but they were pretty and ‘is it pretty or not’ tends to inform Harley’s decisions more often than not.
“Happy Getting Laid day, babe.”
“I am afraid to be on the receiving end of that reaction,” Helena mused. She moved to sit next to Harley on the bed, a warm smile on her face. “Happy Getting Laid Day to you as well, love,” she said, then leaned in to give Harley a proper kiss.
The proper kiss quickly turned improper as Harley tangled her fingers into her hair. She pulled her down on top of her, then rolled them over and ran her hands across her body. “I got some chocolate syrup. I’m gonna have a Helena Sunday.”
The improper kiss was rather hot, and Helena returned it enthusiastically. She groaned as Harley’s hands slid over her body. “Mm I rather like the sound of that,” she said with a smirk, dark eyes gazing at her wife. Helena’s hands slid along Harley’s back.
“Goodie!” Harley bounced off the bed and danced around the room. Wearing a very nice teddy, she started to light candles as she danced. Her hips gradually started to move more sensuously, and by the time she was done with the candles her dancing had gone full on erotic.
Helena watched Harley, propping herself up on an elbow. Her eyes were locked onto Harley’s hips, and it slowly meandered over her form. The dance was extremely hot, and had Helena been a guy, she definitely would’ve popped a boner. “You are so hot,” she complimented, her voice taking on a lower register with an overtone of lust to it.
“I’m smokin’ and I know it.” Harley looked back at her and shook her rear. “And I’m a poet!”
Lame pun, but Harley was feeling silly and the more Helena looked at her like that the more she thrived. How did this brilliant woman love her? The crazy crackpot. Helena could do better.
“You certainly are in both respects, love,” Helena responded with a smooth smile, her gaze fixated on her wife. Whether she could do better or not wasn’t anywhere remotely close to being on her mind. Helena loved whom she loved, and she loved Harley. They both complimented each other in the right ways, and this was right where Helena wanted to be.
Helena then sat upright on the bed, her gaze only seeming to deepen the longer she watched Harley.
Dancing over, Harley kneeled on the bed and approached Helena seductively. Her eyes were deep and intense and she looked her over with a mixture of love and need. “If you want your gift, you gotta figure out the puzzle.”
She reached past her and pulled something out from under the pillow. It was some kind of box with an intricate lock.
Her gaze was locked onto Harley and she licked her lips as she approached. The instant Harley mentioned she needed to figure out a puzzle to get her gift, Helena’s interest was piqued further. Oh Harley knew her well, knew how to get her engines roaring on multiple levels. But Harley wasn’t the only one bearing gifts. Helena had one for Harley, but she would find that once she started getting Helena’s clothes off of her.
“A puzzle box? I love you even more.” She grinned. Helena loved puzzles, and she was an expert at picking locks, so she was going to enjoy this challenge to get her gift out of the box. “By the way, I have a gift for you hidden away here.”
“Mmhm.” Harley grinned at her, then slipped behind her to rub her shoulders. “I can’t wait, but you gotta solve the puzzle first. I don’t think even the bat could figure it out easy. So it’s gonna be a challenge!” And a brain bender was a great gift for her wife, and the reward for solving it would be… fun.
Helena smirked, loving the shoulder rub Harley started giving her. “I like to think that the bat can’t match me in intelligence,” she quipped as she studied the lock carefully. She turned it this way and that, and also studied the box itself. Looking at a puzzle from all sides tended to help her discern how to proceed. After a little bit of studying it, Helena started in on the lock itself.
At least this lock didn’t require her playing a game of chess that would get someone killed if she didn’t win in three moves or less.
It was a complicated lock. Very difficult to solve and designed to break the minds of even the smartest, most intelligent people. Harley had in fact commissioned it to be nearly impossible to be beaten. Only nearly, she wanted it to be solvable.
“Bet you can’t figure it out.”
Helena liked complicated. The more complicated a problem, the better she seemed to be at solving it. Though it would obviously take some time to solve this one, but she wasn’t going to back down from the challenge. She smirked a bit, glancing at Harley over her shoulder.
“Challenge accepted,” she responded. Turning back to the lock, she started in on it, but it wasn’t going well. At least not at first. Then she had an epiphany after some failures and tried a different approach. She made a little headway until she hit another wall that she had to find her way around.
Harley grinned, sitting back to watch Helena as she tried to work through the puzzle. She giggled every time Helena was stymied. “You’re not gonna figure it out! It’s supposed to trick you and mislead you every time you get close!”
It might be a little frustrating but her wife could take it out on her later.
Helena’s eye may have twitched slightly at the mention of the lock being designed to trick and mislead her. But she was determined to figure this out. She managed to navigate the Escher Vault in the Warehouse, she could figure out this lock. She just needed to figure out its method of madness, as it were, and outsmart it at its own game.
If the rules do not agree with one, it is necessary to change them. Caturanga’s words echoed in her head. That is what saved her with the chess lock to keep Myka from dying. Perhaps now it would save her sanity. She suddenly stopped working on the lock altogether and looked at it again, starting to take a different approach to this problem.
“We’ll see about that,” Helena commented in response to Harley, though it was a bit delayed due to her brain working on this problem.
It was a very mad mad mad method indeed. Harley squealed in glee as Helena started to get closer to a solution. “Are you sure that’s the right way to go? I woulda thought you’d have to something different.”
Was she telling the truth or misleading on purpose?
A mad mad mad method was certainly a good way to describe it. Helena wasn’t going to give up, and she was carefully making her way forward with the lock. “There is only one way to find out,” she answered, pursing her lips a bit in thought as she studied her progress and how the lock was currently aligned. She then continued on ahead, carefully working her way through.
Suddenly the lock clicked, and the box started to open. Inside was a silver necklace, and a key. Harley squealed again and then wrapped her arms around Helena, knocking them both over. “Ya did it! I knew ya could do it, babe! You’re so smart it’s sexy.”
There was a rush of elation when the lock clicked and the box opened. The elation was only increased when Helena saw the necklace and the key. Though she only had a brief moment to admire them before Harley knocked them both over and she let out a laugh. Also, a ring slipped out of Helena’s cleavage and onto the bed. The necklace, however, was still safe in her cleavage. “Thank you, love,” she responded with a grin.
“Oh, what’s this? It’s beautiful.” Harley picked up the ring and admired it. As she did so, her teddy shifted enough to reveal her bottoms. They were sexy pink underwear with a lock on it. Basically a kind of chastity belt. Hence the key.
Harley put the ring on and admired it. “Did you enjoy the puzzle?”
“That is part of your gift,” she responded with a smile, watching Harley admire it. And she then caught sight of the sexy pink underwear with a lock on it, a smirk crossing her face as she now understood what the key was for.
“I did. Thank you, it was certainly worth the effort.” She leaned up and gave Harley a deep kiss, one hand moving to the back of Harley’s head.
“Only part?” Harley kissed the dual-colored stone and beamed at Helena. “What else…” She closed her eyes, moaning into the kiss and leaning into Helena. She was so happy that her wife had appreciated the gift. It hadn’t been easy to get.
She smiled into the kiss. Her hands slid up and down Harley’s back, pulling her closer. Her hands rested on Harley’s hips when she broke the kiss. “There is another part of your present hidden on me.” At least the necklace wasn’t that uncomfortable sitting in her cleavage. She also had some sexy underwear on, matching bra and panties in a deep red.
“Oh REALLY.” Harley’s hands roamed down Helena’s chest, and then started to undress her. She was eager, like a kid at Christmas, only this was a very adult present. “I love Valentine’s Day. It’s my favorite time of the year.”
To Harley, many days were her favorite time of the year. And any time they involved her wife, so much the better.
Helena chuckled, loving the way Harley was undressing her. Her bra and panties were lace, and it wouldn’t take much once Helena’s shirt was off to notice the necklace stashed in her cleavage. She had long since caught on that red and black tended to be a theme with Harley, and Helena liked the look of onyx and ruby together. The ring was two gemstones cut together, but the necklace seemed to be a hybrid of onyx and ruby in one gemstone.
“I also rather enjoy this day as well. It’s basically like Christmas, only for adults.”
Harley’s eyes darkened as she took in the view of Helena. Her hands went for her breasts, then to the necklace. “...you really know my style, doll.”
A hint of fondness in her voice, and when she looked into Helena’s eyes she was overcome with emotion. “I love ya.”
“I like to pay attention to the details,” she responded with a smile. She loved the way Harley’s eyes darkened. Helena was rather looking forward to spending the night with her wife. A warm smile crossed her face, and she reached out and gently stroked Harley’s cheek with her hand. “I love you, too.” She leaned in and kissed Harley for emphasis on that.
“You’ve gotta unlock the rest of your present.” Harley breathed. She wrapped her arms around her and fell to the bed, pulling her down. “And then you can pick the lock.”
Helena grinned, nipping at Harley’s lower lip before flicking her tongue against it. “It would be my pleasure to do both,” she said before she kissed Harley again. She kissed her deeply and passionately for several moments before she broke it, then set about unlocking the rest of her present.