Harley and Ivy

Disclaimer: Don't own. Not claiming I do. I'm just simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.

Author's Note: This is my take on what happened when Harley Quinn stayed with Poison Ivy during the "Harley and Ivy" episode of "Batman: The Animated Series". If you've ever wanted to see Harley and Ivy together as more than just friends, this one's for you. Enjoy!

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"Harley," Ivy began when she saw her in her doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I stay with you tonight, Red?" Harley asked her, pleading present in her blue eyes.

"Come on in," Ivy told her as she stepped aside to allow her friend into her home. "What happened this time?"

"That mean old bat locked Puddin' up in Arkham again," she answered as she took a seat on her green sofa. "And you know I hate being in our place alone."

"Do you want to get changed?" she asked her.

Harley looked to her friend and saw she was in her pajamas consisting of an oversized rose colored t-shirt. "Okay," Harley answered with a shrug.

"Feel better?" Ivy asked when Harley reappeared without her make-up and in a white version of what Ivy was wearing.

"Yeah," Harley answered as she took the seat beside Ivy on her sofa.

"So, tell me, why are you here instead of trying to break that clown out?" Ivy asked.

"Because I don't want B-Man to catch me again," she answered. "I'm trying to stay out of there for more than a week this time."

"And so you're here with me?" Ivy asked with a slight smile.

"Exactly," she answered. "The bat won't try comin' by here again. He oughta know by now to stay away from toxic waste dumps. No offence."

"None taken," Ivy replied. She knew Harley hadn't meant it as an insult. It was true, she did live next to a toxic waste dump, mainly to be sure no one would show up without her consent. She and Harley were the only ones immune to the chemicals. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Nah," Harley answered.

"Thirsty?" Ivy asked.

"Depends, whatcha got?" Harley replied.

"Wine," Ivy answered with another smile. She knew Harley wouldn't turn it down. She never had in the few years they'd known each other.

"Sounds good to me!" Harley answered as she always did.

They passed the time by talking about recent heists and run-ins with Batman and the law until finally Harley said something that surprised her friend.

"I think I finally get why Puddin' doesn't like you, Red," she told her.

Ivy gave her a surprised expression as she nearly choked on her sip of wine and asked, "Why?"

"I've always liked you, Red. I guess he just knew how much before I did," she told her.

"I think you've had too much wine," Ivy said as she reached for her glass.

"It's not the wine, Red," she replied as she let her take the glass from her hand.

"How about you go on to bed?" Ivy asked.

"Okay," Harley said as she made her way into Ivy's room.

Ivy appeared in her room soon, her long, slender arms crossed loosely over her chest as she watched Harley. She still wasn't sure of just what she'd meant earlier. When she realized her friend wasn't asleep she asked her, "Harl, what did you mean when you said it wasn't the wine?"

Harley opened her big blue eyes and sat up as she looked to Ivy and answered, "I guess Puddin' knew before I did. It's true that he's the only man I've ever really loved, but he's not the only, one."

Ivy uncrossed her arms, walked over and had a seat on the side of her bed and asked, "So, is it my long red hair, or my long legs, or my way with men that has you interested in me?" She began to laugh slightly at the last one and turned to Harley for her reply.

Harley laughed at the last one, too. Ivy's way with men had always been the same. She'd never really seemed to care for them and it showed. She often killed them on sight whereas leaving the women she came into contact with mostly unharmed, stunned at the most.

"Really, I think it's all of the above," she answered. "And you're always there for me, even when I don't deserve it. And I know if it wasn't for me, you would've killed Puddin' a long time ago and even though he's not the greatest at showing how he feels about me, I'm glad he's still around."

"Except for when he's in Arkham," Ivy muttered.

"Tell me, Red, why do you really hate Puddin'?"

Ivy was about to reply with her usual answer of why didn't she, but she saw the look in Harley's eyes and knew could only tell her the truth. "I can't stand the way he treats you. I hate that you always go back to him when he never changes. He doesn't deserve you, Harl and you deserve better."

"Like you?" Harley asked with a smile.

"Yes," Ivy heard herself say. "I don't know if he could ever appreciate you like I do. All I seem to know is that you don't deserve what he continuously says and does to you."

"This is almost hard to believe," she told her. "That you can say these things to me and still think it's the wine talking when I say that I really like you."

"Well, then I guess that's another thing we have in common. And here I thought everyone knew," Ivy said with a smile as she partially avoiding her friend's gaze. "There was more than one reason Harvey and I didn't work out. Some differences couldn't be changed and some compromises couldn't be made."

"You're not interested in guys, are you, Red?" she asked as she began to realize the only man she'd ever known of her being with was Harvey Dent, now known to them all as fellow Gotham villain, Two-Face. And now that she thought about it, she realized even Ivy's henchmen were women.

"No," Ivy said as she turned back to her friend, her smile still upon her soft lips.

Harley began to feel her heart beat a bit faster as her eyes met Ivy's.

"And what would your clown prince say if he could see you now?" Ivy asked her.

"I don't want to think about him now," Harley answered as she leaned in to kiss Ivy.

"That's a first," Ivy said with a slight smile as she let Harley kiss her before beginning to kiss her back. "Are you truly sure about this?" she asked when they parted seconds later.

"You tell me," Harley replied as she took Ivy's right hand and placed it against her chest where her heart seemed about to pound its way through in anticipation. "You're still a scientist, right?"

"I am," Ivy answered as she brought her green eyes down and began to watch as Harley's chest rose and feel with each quickened breath. At the sight she couldn't help but notice how rigid her nipples had gotten simply from her hand being placed just inches above Harley's left.

"I've been thinkin' about this for a while, Red," Harley told her. "I'm not gonna change my mind now."

"All right," Ivy said with a smile.

Harley smiled in response just before Ivy began to kiss her once more with a hunger and softness at the same time. Joker had never kissed her like this and soon she knew he never could because he could never know for himself how she wanted most to be kissed, but somehow Ivy did. And as they continued to kiss one another, Harley had already begun to unbutton the shirt Ivy had loaned her, pulling it off of her shoulders and dropping it to the floor moments later.

Ivy continued working her soft tongue over nearly each contour of Harley's mouth, taking her time as she felt her own arousal begin to build. Harley was quite an excellent kisser herself and seemed much more willing and ready for her first time than any Ivy had ever known or had before. Soon she pulled her mouth away from Harley's and took her own shirt off before letting her long and slender hands begin to explore her friend's firm body.

Harley couldn't help as a soft moan escaped her throat as Ivy's hands gently grasped her perfectly round globes as her lips trailed long kisses over her neck, slowly working their way down to her mounds, taking them one at a time as her hands continued their downwards path to her parted thighs before curling around to her hips, wanting to keep them as still as possible.

Ivy's own breaths were becoming quickened themselves as she could feel her friend's arousal continuing to build as her petite frame began to tense. Again, Ivy began to tease Harley's swollen nubs with her lips and tongue.

"Ivy," Harley moaned. "Fuck me."

Harley's words surprised Ivy once again and she moved her hands to her sides and slowly removed her lips from her companion's heated body.

"Harl?" she asked, partially unsure if this was truly her friend speaking.

"Fuck me, eat me, make me come," Harley told her breathlessly as she felt herself growing increasingly more wet.

Ivy smiled in reply and said, "I thought you'd never ask," her already throaty voice growing huskier. Another moan escaped Harley's throat as Ivy trailed more slow kisses down the length of her body before allowing them to reach her friend's straining and swollen clit.

Harley's body began to writhe in ecstasy as Ivy's tongue traced the folds of her flesh before delving into her deepest recesses. She could feel her lower half burning with desire as Ivy's slender hands now held her hips in place.

Ivy could feel the tension still building in Harley's body and as her sweet juices continued to flow, she slowly pulled her mouth and hands away as she knew Harley's edge wouldn't be the only one achieved if any pressure was soon applied to her own pleasurably aching arousal.

"Ivy," Harley panted. "You can't leave me like this." She was hovering on the edge of her orgasm and wanted Ivy to be the one to bring her to it.

"I don't intend to," Ivy told her, her magnetic green eyes ablaze with her own pleasure and desire. Slowly she moved atop Harley's form and her long, slim legs parted so as to allow their needful and demanding buds to connect. The pressure was almost enough to cause them both to lose control right then and there, but somehow they both managed to hang on.

Harley then worked her soft lips down the length of her friend's long and slender neck as Ivy's flowing red waves of hair fell around them both as she began to rock her hips gently into Ivy's.

Ivy soon began to move as well, their pace increasing quickly as the heat and friction between them built. Their wetness was continuing to increase as well with each move they made as their mounds continued to rub against the others' time and again. It was soon nearing and they knew it. Almost there, 1, 2, 3 more swings of their hips and they were there.

"Ivy!" Harley shrieked in climax as her hands tightly grasped Ivy's narrow hips, not wanting her to stop.

Ivy couldn't even call out as her body shuddered almost violently in orgasm, the pleasure derived from Harley taking her by complete surprise.

Soon the women collapsed, sweaty, but quite content as they struggled to get their breath back.

"I didn't think it was possible," Harley said almost a minute later.

"What's that, Harl?" Ivy asked.

"Not even Puddin's ever gotten me worked up like that," she answered. "Not even close."

"And yet you continue to go back to that clown," she said. "It doesn't make sense."

"I guess I just never knew what I had here," she replied.

"Is that your way of telling me you finally prefer me to that nut case?" she asked.

"Uh huh," Harley answered excitedly, her blue eyes glittering as they met Ivy's emerald orbs.

Ivy smiled and said, "You can stay here as long as you like," before taking Harley into her slim arms as they kissed each other deeply once again.

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The End