Fic: Snow Night: Harley/Ivy - PG
Title: Snow Night
Author: Cold Nostalgia
Disclaimer: Don’t own. No Profit. Don’t sue.
Prompt: Contentment
Word Count: 251
Rating: PG
Characters: Harley/Ivy
Summary: Even workaholics enjoy the occasional and unexpected night off.
The red queen was crying out to be reunited with her black king. That lonely black four on the left was demanding to be introduced to the greasy red five on the right.
Ivy didn’t think Harley would appreciate having either of those things pointed to her. Besides if Ivy did that, then Harley might look up and discover that her precious bar of butterscotch chocolate had all but dissolved not unpleasantly under Ivy’s tongue.
Not that Harley would mind that much, generous as she was. But her impatient game would be abandoned - and that simply wouldn’t do at all. Not while her expression of earnest concentration highlighted by the warm, golden flames of the roaring fire both simultaneously amused and delighted the May Queen.
Ivy grinned and leaned forward lazily, brushing a rebellious strand of yellow hair from her lover’s unseeing face. A quick, tender kiss on the blonde’s temple earned her an endearing absentminded squeak.
Mr Freeze’s ill-timed crime spree might have driven Ivy from the sanctuary of her greenhouse, forcing her to cancel her latest scheme - but he hadn’t ruined her evening.
Ivy slowly sipped at her wine savouring the taste as its rich fruity flavour danced on her tongue. She couldn’t help but grin again as Harley pulled on her pigtails and bit her lip in frantic, but adorable confusion.
Huddling into the snug folds of her blanket, Ivy imagined what the next few hours might very well bring.
The evening wasn’t ruined by a long shot.
Author: Cold Nostalgia
Disclaimer: Don’t own. No Profit. Don’t sue.
Prompt: Contentment
Word Count: 251
Rating: PG
Characters: Harley/Ivy
Summary: Even workaholics enjoy the occasional and unexpected night off.
The red queen was crying out to be reunited with her black king. That lonely black four on the left was demanding to be introduced to the greasy red five on the right.
Ivy didn’t think Harley would appreciate having either of those things pointed to her. Besides if Ivy did that, then Harley might look up and discover that her precious bar of butterscotch chocolate had all but dissolved not unpleasantly under Ivy’s tongue.
Not that Harley would mind that much, generous as she was. But her impatient game would be abandoned - and that simply wouldn’t do at all. Not while her expression of earnest concentration highlighted by the warm, golden flames of the roaring fire both simultaneously amused and delighted the May Queen.
Ivy grinned and leaned forward lazily, brushing a rebellious strand of yellow hair from her lover’s unseeing face. A quick, tender kiss on the blonde’s temple earned her an endearing absentminded squeak.
Mr Freeze’s ill-timed crime spree might have driven Ivy from the sanctuary of her greenhouse, forcing her to cancel her latest scheme - but he hadn’t ruined her evening.
Ivy slowly sipped at her wine savouring the taste as its rich fruity flavour danced on her tongue. She couldn’t help but grin again as Harley pulled on her pigtails and bit her lip in frantic, but adorable confusion.
Huddling into the snug folds of her blanket, Ivy imagined what the next few hours might very well bring.
The evening wasn’t ruined by a long shot.