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Title: The Little Flower
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ivy/Harley
Rating: G
Word count: 434
Challenge: #007 Bond
The section of the house designated for Ivy's labwork was quiet, serene even and for that Ivy was grateful as she observed some compounds mixing together in her latest beaker.
Of course not everything lasts forever, as proven a moment later when Harley broke the silence with a giggle and a bouncy jaunt into Ivy's lab area.
"What's so amusing?"
"You Red! You just look so funny with that big belly o' yours!"
Ivy quelled the urge to gag her lover to death with a calvacade of vines and instead settled for a sharp glare that made Harley's smile diminish a little.
"Need I remind you why I have this big belly? Or that I hear the couch is lovely this time of the year and the rest of next year?"
Harley was soon behind Ivy and gently wrapping her arms around the eight month pregnant belly the redhead was sporting, nuzzling her lips into one of the special spots on Ivy's body that usually made her feel better.
It did elicit a moan or two from the redhead but Ivy's glare had barely diminished as she turned her head to look at the blond.
"I expect a foot rub and not a groan when I send you out for a craving run the rest of the week, understand?"
Harley nodded and Ivy smiled then as the baby kicked, Harley's grin soon back in full force as she lowered her face towards the green bump.
"Hello little flower, this is your mama speaking but you probably knew that already, huh? Don't worry, mommy doesn't stay mad at me forever, it's just the hormones talking. Cartoons'll make everything better after we get the two of you out of the lab."
Ivy, despite wanting to say that it wasn't the hormones, couldn't stem the happy tears at the sight of Harley talking to her baby bump.
"Yes, well, I suppose I have been in the lab too long, but we are watching that documentary on the rose, not cartoons."
Harley pouted then and Ivy sighed, allowing the clown to lead her towards the couch and turn on the inane animated shows that the blond insisted were good for their child.
"See Red, our little flower loves it!"
"She's just trying to let you know that she doesn't love it."
The pout came out again and Ivy resinged herself, forgetting about the formula synthesizing in her lab and focusing on the cartoon with her family.
She just hoped their little flower didn't have her mama's skill at pouting or else Ivy would never have her way again.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ivy/Harley
Rating: G
Word count: 434
Challenge: #007 Bond
The section of the house designated for Ivy's labwork was quiet, serene even and for that Ivy was grateful as she observed some compounds mixing together in her latest beaker.
Of course not everything lasts forever, as proven a moment later when Harley broke the silence with a giggle and a bouncy jaunt into Ivy's lab area.
"What's so amusing?"
"You Red! You just look so funny with that big belly o' yours!"
Ivy quelled the urge to gag her lover to death with a calvacade of vines and instead settled for a sharp glare that made Harley's smile diminish a little.
"Need I remind you why I have this big belly? Or that I hear the couch is lovely this time of the year and the rest of next year?"
Harley was soon behind Ivy and gently wrapping her arms around the eight month pregnant belly the redhead was sporting, nuzzling her lips into one of the special spots on Ivy's body that usually made her feel better.
It did elicit a moan or two from the redhead but Ivy's glare had barely diminished as she turned her head to look at the blond.
"I expect a foot rub and not a groan when I send you out for a craving run the rest of the week, understand?"
Harley nodded and Ivy smiled then as the baby kicked, Harley's grin soon back in full force as she lowered her face towards the green bump.
"Hello little flower, this is your mama speaking but you probably knew that already, huh? Don't worry, mommy doesn't stay mad at me forever, it's just the hormones talking. Cartoons'll make everything better after we get the two of you out of the lab."
Ivy, despite wanting to say that it wasn't the hormones, couldn't stem the happy tears at the sight of Harley talking to her baby bump.
"Yes, well, I suppose I have been in the lab too long, but we are watching that documentary on the rose, not cartoons."
Harley pouted then and Ivy sighed, allowing the clown to lead her towards the couch and turn on the inane animated shows that the blond insisted were good for their child.
"See Red, our little flower loves it!"
"She's just trying to let you know that she doesn't love it."
The pout came out again and Ivy resinged herself, forgetting about the formula synthesizing in her lab and focusing on the cartoon with her family.
She just hoped their little flower didn't have her mama's skill at pouting or else Ivy would never have her way again.