(Batman) Difference Of Reality
Title: Difference Of Reality
Fandom: Batman (toonverse)
Pairing: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Words: 582
Summary: Harley can be hard work.
“Look, Red!” Harley cries, pointing in a dozen different directions at once as she waves her arm frantically. “Look, a bird’s nest!”
Ivy glances up into the branches of the tall silver birch, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “That’s not a bird’s nest,” she replies, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “It’s mistletoe.”
“No, it’s not!” Harley says instantly with a roll of her eyes. “It’s a bird’s nest. See, all twigs clumped together. That’s where birds sleep.” She crosses her arms and her smile is just a touch too smug.
“It’s mistletoe,” Ivy frowns, hands resting on her hips. “I should know.”
Harley’s no longer listening, already running towards the tree. “Bird’s nest,” she shouts over her shoulder. “I wonder if it’s a robin nest. Oooh, ooh, we should get a robin for Batman! It’ll be like a Christmas present, only we can swap it for the Boy Blunder. Wonder how long it’d take him to notice the difference, c’mon, it’ll be funny!”
Ivy sighs and sashays over to the base of the tree, which Harley is trying to climb with less than stellar results. She pinches the bridge of her nose, reaching up with her other hand to grab a fistful of Harley’s costume and tug her back down.
“Hey, what ‘cha do that for?” Harley whines, pouting slightly. “I was gonna get us a robin.”
“It’s mistletoe,” Ivy hisses, trying to keep the irritation from her voice. “I’ll prove it.”
Harley opens her mouth to object, and Ivy knows that if Harley corrects her one more time she won’t be held responsible for her actions, so she quickly silences her with a kiss.
Harley makes the softest noise of surprise against her mouth, before she relaxes into it, lips moving almost restlessly under Ivy’s own. She opens her mouth at the first sweep of Ivy’s tongue over her lower lip, and she tastes sweet, like she’s eaten too many candy canes. It’s an addictive taste, an addictive feeling, Harley’s tongue moving against her own, and Ivy leans into it, feeling Harley’s warmth rush through her.
Harley makes another helpless little sound as Ivy presses her back against the trunk of her the tree, tilting her head back and accepting the increasing passion of the kiss. Ivy braces her palm against the bark of the tree, hearing it whisper and shiver in delight, and presses their bodies together, shared warmth and curves sliding over each other.
Harley’s shivering, and she knows it has nothing to do with the chill December air.
When she pulls back, Harley’s lips try to follow her, parted and scarlet and so very tempting. Ivy watches with hooded eyes, smirk playing on her lips. “See,” she purrs. “Told you it was mistletoe.”
Harley beams, eyes glassy and wide. “Wow, Red,” she breathes, before her expression turns into something befuddled. “But I don’t get it. What does kissing have to do with bird’s nests?”
Ivy resists the urge to smack her head, or Harley’s, against the tree.
She could explain, of course, but instead Ivy sighs and smiles and takes Harley’s hand, determined not to ruin the mood. “Never mind,” she says. “It’s cold, let’s find somewhere to warm up.”
“Ooh, can we go to a bar?” Harley squeals, bouncing along beside her.
“Sure,” Ivy shrugs, slipping an arm around Harley’s waist.
“Can we get a robin?”
“Maybe later.”
“Can I sing carols?”
“No.”
“Can we start a brawl?”
Ivy smiles affectionately, squeezing at Harley’s waist. “Always.”
Fandom: Batman (toonverse)
Pairing: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Words: 582
Summary: Harley can be hard work.
“Look, Red!” Harley cries, pointing in a dozen different directions at once as she waves her arm frantically. “Look, a bird’s nest!”
Ivy glances up into the branches of the tall silver birch, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “That’s not a bird’s nest,” she replies, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “It’s mistletoe.”
“No, it’s not!” Harley says instantly with a roll of her eyes. “It’s a bird’s nest. See, all twigs clumped together. That’s where birds sleep.” She crosses her arms and her smile is just a touch too smug.
“It’s mistletoe,” Ivy frowns, hands resting on her hips. “I should know.”
Harley’s no longer listening, already running towards the tree. “Bird’s nest,” she shouts over her shoulder. “I wonder if it’s a robin nest. Oooh, ooh, we should get a robin for Batman! It’ll be like a Christmas present, only we can swap it for the Boy Blunder. Wonder how long it’d take him to notice the difference, c’mon, it’ll be funny!”
Ivy sighs and sashays over to the base of the tree, which Harley is trying to climb with less than stellar results. She pinches the bridge of her nose, reaching up with her other hand to grab a fistful of Harley’s costume and tug her back down.
“Hey, what ‘cha do that for?” Harley whines, pouting slightly. “I was gonna get us a robin.”
“It’s mistletoe,” Ivy hisses, trying to keep the irritation from her voice. “I’ll prove it.”
Harley opens her mouth to object, and Ivy knows that if Harley corrects her one more time she won’t be held responsible for her actions, so she quickly silences her with a kiss.
Harley makes the softest noise of surprise against her mouth, before she relaxes into it, lips moving almost restlessly under Ivy’s own. She opens her mouth at the first sweep of Ivy’s tongue over her lower lip, and she tastes sweet, like she’s eaten too many candy canes. It’s an addictive taste, an addictive feeling, Harley’s tongue moving against her own, and Ivy leans into it, feeling Harley’s warmth rush through her.
Harley makes another helpless little sound as Ivy presses her back against the trunk of her the tree, tilting her head back and accepting the increasing passion of the kiss. Ivy braces her palm against the bark of the tree, hearing it whisper and shiver in delight, and presses their bodies together, shared warmth and curves sliding over each other.
Harley’s shivering, and she knows it has nothing to do with the chill December air.
When she pulls back, Harley’s lips try to follow her, parted and scarlet and so very tempting. Ivy watches with hooded eyes, smirk playing on her lips. “See,” she purrs. “Told you it was mistletoe.”
Harley beams, eyes glassy and wide. “Wow, Red,” she breathes, before her expression turns into something befuddled. “But I don’t get it. What does kissing have to do with bird’s nests?”
Ivy resists the urge to smack her head, or Harley’s, against the tree.
She could explain, of course, but instead Ivy sighs and smiles and takes Harley’s hand, determined not to ruin the mood. “Never mind,” she says. “It’s cold, let’s find somewhere to warm up.”
“Ooh, can we go to a bar?” Harley squeals, bouncing along beside her.
“Sure,” Ivy shrugs, slipping an arm around Harley’s waist.
“Can we get a robin?”
“Maybe later.”
“Can I sing carols?”
“No.”
“Can we start a brawl?”
Ivy smiles affectionately, squeezing at Harley’s waist. “Always.”