Pulp Fiction #16 - A Labour Of Love
Title: A Labour Of Love
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ivy/Harley
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #16
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Notes: BDSM
Harley’s staring up at her, blonde hair a mess, eyes huge and bright. On her knees, and that still sends a thrill through Ivy’s body.
She tilts her head up, leans into the touch when Ivy brushes a hand against her cheek.
“Will you behave for me?” Ivy asks, voice quiet but firm.
“Yes, Ivy,” Harley responds instantly, and she’s being so good, being so perfect. Wrists crossed behind her back, panting slightly with anticipation.
“Will you do as I ask?”
Harley nods enthusiastically, but she knows the rules, she knows she has to say the words. “Yes, Ivy,” she whines, and Ivy can see the impatience settling in now, the way Harley’s starting to squirm.
“Will you -” And that’s as far she gets before Harley gives a soft, hungry noise and surges forward. Hands gripping Ivy’s hips, bright red lips mouthing low on her stomach, rubbing her face against Ivy’s skin.
“Harley,” Ivy sighs, and there is exasperation in her tone, but also fondness.
Harley freezes against her, as if she’s only just realising what she’s doing. She slowly sits back on her heels, staring up at Ivy sheepishly.
“I messed up again, didn’t I?” she squeaks, because she wants to be good, she wants it so bad.
But the truth is that Harley is brash and impulsive and terrible at following orders.
Ivy doesn’t mind, though. They’ll keep trying, and maybe Harley will never be the sub Ivy wants, but she’ll always be exactly what Ivy needs.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ivy/Harley
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #16
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Notes: BDSM
Harley’s staring up at her, blonde hair a mess, eyes huge and bright. On her knees, and that still sends a thrill through Ivy’s body.
She tilts her head up, leans into the touch when Ivy brushes a hand against her cheek.
“Will you behave for me?” Ivy asks, voice quiet but firm.
“Yes, Ivy,” Harley responds instantly, and she’s being so good, being so perfect. Wrists crossed behind her back, panting slightly with anticipation.
“Will you do as I ask?”
Harley nods enthusiastically, but she knows the rules, she knows she has to say the words. “Yes, Ivy,” she whines, and Ivy can see the impatience settling in now, the way Harley’s starting to squirm.
“Will you -” And that’s as far she gets before Harley gives a soft, hungry noise and surges forward. Hands gripping Ivy’s hips, bright red lips mouthing low on her stomach, rubbing her face against Ivy’s skin.
“Harley,” Ivy sighs, and there is exasperation in her tone, but also fondness.
Harley freezes against her, as if she’s only just realising what she’s doing. She slowly sits back on her heels, staring up at Ivy sheepishly.
“I messed up again, didn’t I?” she squeaks, because she wants to be good, she wants it so bad.
But the truth is that Harley is brash and impulsive and terrible at following orders.
Ivy doesn’t mind, though. They’ll keep trying, and maybe Harley will never be the sub Ivy wants, but she’ll always be exactly what Ivy needs.