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Driving through Gotham, following Harley’s directions, (manually putting them into the bike’s computer as she told him where to do), and with the rain whipping against his face, Jack’s mind wandered. The Zuccos--husband Tony Zucco and his wife Sabina--had been after Jack and his sister for months now. They wanted Jack, not for his musical skill, but for his talent with drugs, chemicals, and blending things together to come up with unique properties. And Ivy for her skills in breeding hybrid plants, drugs, and her ability to grow real plants in the almost completely artificial atmosphere of Gotham--an impressive accomplishment all by itself. Ivy’s near innate talent was for blending organic properties to come up with unique combinations and effects. Both Ivy and Jack had come up with drugs that couldn’t be found on the blackmarket, the ones crafted by other talented chemists and biochemists. The siblings were both uniquely talented as well as attractive, everything the Zuccos coveted.
Zucco liked to collect talented people. Jack figured it was partly because he was hoping to rise up the mafia ranks by gathering the best and brightest to his side for an eventual takeove. The other reason was because Tony Zucco and his wife Sabina were a couple of sick, metal suit wearing, twisted fucks who wanted Jack and Ivy to “join” them in more ways than one. The intensity of their desire to have the siblings had grown after Jack had paid off their debt to them. The twisted couple kept trying to reel them back in with promises of significant pay and “other benefits,” Tony had said. Things had been quiet for a month or more, but now, seeing that shadow waiting at the apartment, Jack felt a coldness wash through him. The last thing he wanted was to have to try to deal with the Zuccos again, especially on a night out with Harley Quinn.
But right now he wasn’t going to think about the Zuccos. Right now he was going home with the woman he’d been obsessed with for a long time, and she was better in reality than he had allowed himself to imagine.
Lightly he tapped something on his bike, an automated message to his sister; she’d understand when she received it.
*
Ivy looked down at Eddie, her eyes heated and lust-filled as she ran her hands along his bare chest and rubbed herself against his erection. Eddie arched, groaning when she moved, his hands caressing her hips. Mmm...he was so sweet Ivy just wanted to take a bite out of him.
Ivy groaned softly, arched her back and rubbed against him harder when when she saw a light from the corner of her half-closed eyes.
Glancing down at Eddie, he had his eyes closed, so he hadn’t seen the blip of light. She turned her attention to her phone on the floor next to her dress, a soft red light that pulsed slowly, long hold, then three quick blips, a B followed by two quick blips, a pause and another blip...C...Be Careful...That meant Jack had seen something to do with the Zuccos. Fuck.
The BC comment didn’t mean run, so she was safe with Eddie in this hotel room, at least for tonight.
Dismissing thoughts of the Zuccos, Ivy turned her focus back on Eddie, slowly lowering herself down to kiss him; a slow and erotic kiss.
Eddie responded by wrapping his arms around her and rolling her onto her back, making Ivy grin.
*
Jack barely kept himself from shivering with pleasure as he focused on Harley’s directions.
“There it is.” Harley pointed over Jack’s shoulder just as a large drone swept past them, projecting a sexually explicit ad for detachable sex toy additions to any cybernetic augment below the waist...but the colorful lights swept on by and Jack could see that the building Harley pointed to was a large apartment building, larger than where he and Ivy lived. The building looked to be an attractive blend of both ancient building designs--which was probably the base for this building--as well as the new favored design for buildings, which all usually looked like sleek monoliths to the stars. Harley’s place was in a nice building, nicer than he would have expected from an up and coming band even with them having their first album under them. Most musicians starting out were poor, putting more money into the band than they were earning, but clearly Harley Quinn and the Quintets was doing better than he would have previously guessed.
As if she had read his mind, Harley called out, keeping her head down and close to his ear so that the wind didn’t whip away her words. “My parents had this property. I guess my dad bought it before the place became high end and too expensive and he somehow managed to keep it. I have no idea how he did it, but when he died, my dad left this place to me and my sister, rent free for the next ten years.”
“Damn,” Jack replied, clearly impressed as he pulled the bike around the side of the building at Harley’s direction and headed toward the apartment building's parking garage, a six story building all it’s own. When they arrived at the gate that led into the garage complex, Harley leaned over Jack’s shoulder, causing him to bite his bottom lip as she leaned against him, her wet body pressed along his back and shoulder while she brushed her bracelet in front of the small computer screen that controlled the gate.
Licking his lips, Jack looked sideways. Harley’s hip was nearly against his cheek. He caught a glimpse of flesh between her corset and pants as she stretched, a tantalizing hint of her silky soft skin. Jack licked his lips again and thought about running his tongue along that soft patch of skin when he heard a bleep from the screen, followed by the gate moving and a computerized voice calling out in a cheerful tone, “Welcome home Miss Quinn.”
Harley sat back down, her hands on Jack’s shoulders. “You can park anywhere.”
Jack smiled and nodded as he drove in.
*
Jack was surprised as Harley led him down a well lit hallway. The walls were painted clean white with the edges of the walls outlined in deep blue neon. Oddly, all the apartments looked to have old fashioned doors, some with old fashioned locks and key handles while others hand readers at the doors. Harley stopped in front of a door that--unlike the others that trailed in both directions down the long hallway, and were all a uniform like grey--was painted black with a large red diamond in the center. The sight of it brought to mind an old song Jack liked about a door being painted black.
Giggling, Harley bruised her wristband over the reader embedded in the door. “It was my sister’s idea to paint the door so everyone knows this is our apartment.” The door chimed and popped open.
“I like it.” He looked down the long hall at the endless sea of grey doors. “They say that the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself.” Jack chuckled as he turned back to smile at her.
“Is that you or..?” she asked, pushing her door open the rest of the way and stood back to let Jack enter before her.
“Nah, Rita Mae Brown. She was a twentieth century feminist writer, really cool stuff, but she also wrote mystery novels; that’s what I read the most,” Jack replied with a smile as he entered her apartment and came to a stop two steps in. Harley came in after him, the lights coming on when she entered the room, along with the air, which began to make their damp clothing feel chilly. The living room was a large open space with a couple of steps that led down to a small seating area with a faux fireplace in the center. The other half of the room held a circular couch and a large, wall size flat screen, razor thin television. The furniture was in a variety of colors, from black and red, (which looked to be newer pieces) to a couple of rose colored chairs, as well as several decorative cushions and matching rugs. There were coats hanging on an old fashioned coat rack in the corner and instruments sat about everywhere, a wide variety, Jack saw. Some hung on the walls, others sat in corners, and one black and white bass--minus strings--sat on the coffee table. Jack saw the control for holograms on the table, which could mean games or learning programs.
The kitchen was small, but serviceable with enough space for a small dining room right next to it. He noticed a narrow hall with one door that opened into the living room, and with three more doors down from it that he assumed led to the bathroom and bedrooms.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Harley asked, trying to sound relaxed and casual, but in reality she was having trouble thinking straight and breathing. Should she make small talk or drag Jack to her room? She didn’t know because this was her first time picking up a man and she had no idea what the protocol or rules were. She headed into the kitchen, felt that she needed another drink. With alcohol, she thought with a small smirk, anything is possible!
“I have a few Koul-Brau from Metropolis, some real juice, some synthetic orange juice that Lucy wanted...tastes terrible though. Some real water--oh, and some Soder soda and some NEROLAC soda too.” Harley opened her refrigerator and looked inside, grinning when she saw the half empty bottle of red wine that Adam had brought them as a gift before the show. “Aha, and there is half a bottle of red wine in here. And no one touched the wine, I think they are both free of drugs.” She looked at the label and smiled. No drugs to enhance wine, just like Adam; he liked things old fashioned. “Perfect,” she added in a whisper, smiling brightly as she grabbed both bottles, turned and held them up like two prize fish.
“They are all real wine, no euphorics added and nothing synthetic. Adam bought them as a gift,” she explained with a grin.
Jack chuckled as he stepped over to her and made Harley’s brain short circuit. As he walked, the breeze from her apartments A/C made his shirt, which was still hanging open, flutter at his sides, while the drops of rain water on his chest and stomach glittered enticingly in the light. Jack Napier looked fucking gorgeous she thought with a little thrill as he stopped in front of her and took the bottle of red wine from her hand. He popped the cork off with his thumb and took a deep drink from the bottle.
Harley watched him, bit her bottom lip as he swallowed. Tiny drops of red wine rolled from the sides of his mouth and down his chin. She watched the drops of liquid, licked her lips like a thirsty woman…bit the side of her bottom lip as her desire for Jack amplified.
Laughing, Jack smiled in surprise. He looked at her then the bottle. “That is good.”
“Really?” Harley asked with a smirk, her heart beating swiftly as she reached up to grab the back of Jack’s head, gathered a fistful of his hair in her hand. In a daring move, she stared into his strange eyes before she pulled him down to her.
Jack stiffened as Harley’s tongue slowly licked his face, tracing the drops of wine from his chin to his mouth.
Then she kissed him.
Jack could barely focus when Harley grabbed the back of his head, grasped his hair in her hand before she pulled him down for a deep kiss--a long, slow, passionate kiss that he felt everywhere at once. His blood burned, his groin ached, and he felt an eruption of flutters in his stomach. He put the bottle down on the nearby counter, his arms going around Harley a second later, and pulled her closer to kiss her deeply, their tongues sliding and twisting together in a luscious tangle.
The Zuccos forgotten, feeling chilly in the air conditioning forgotten, he could focus on nothing at all but the taste of her tongue and Harley’s body pressed against him.
Pulling back from his lips just long enough to speak, Harley whispered. “My room is the first door…” She vaguely pointed around him.
Jack grinned and crouched then, wrapping his arms around Harley’s thighs, his arms under her asss as he lifted her off of her feet.
Harley squealed and laughed, keeping a hold of her bottle of wine as Jack turned and carried her from the kitchen. “Put me down!”
“Nope!” Jack laughed, walking easily with her in his arms, holding her up with one arm as he reached for the knob on her door, then kicked it open the rest of the way to carry her inside before he placed her on her feet and looked around.
“Wow.” Jack smiled, impressed with what he saw.
The lights were set to dim, leaving a lot of the corners in shadows, but Jack saw the walls of Harley’s bedroom was covered in ancient band posters: The Rolling Stones, David Bowie, Black Sabbath, and scores of others, mixed with black and white holo-photos of B.B. King, Chuck Berry, and other old rockers and guitarists, all of it covering her walls and ceilings. Several guitars hung from the far right wall, a vanity stood in one corner, in another corner stood a rotating closet, and she had her own small bathroom. There were the usual bits of clothing strewn about--a bra, panties, some skirts, and shoes. The bed in the middle of the room was large and oval, big enough for eight people, with a thick lavender, fuzzy bedspread. The moment they walked in, music began to play.
Jack looked around with a grin. “Is...is that Prince playing?”
Blushing bright red, Harley nodded, spinning around as she felt her cheeks and ears begin to blaze and set the bottle of wine on her bedside table. “Yeah, it is. I like a lot of really old music, you know, stuff from before we were born.”
Jack smirked, studying her room. “Mm...what’s the name of this song?” He knew the name, but he just couldn’t resist teasing Harley about it. He turned his white blue eyes to the back of her head, watching her as she reached up and started to pull her hair out of the space buns.
“Soft and Wet…” She said the name of the song in a low whisper as she finished with one bun and started on the other. She felt Jack step close behind her, his hands coming to rest on her waist.
“What was that?” he asked with a hint of playful teasing that made her smile.
“Soft and Wet,” she said a little louder as she turned around to face him.
Lifting a brow at her, Jack smirked, his arms remaining around her waist. “Mm...Soft and Wet.” He licked his lips slowly and sang in a clear, beautiful voice, with just the right amount of growl to generate a deep throb in her clitoris and nipples.
“If this is lust, then I must confess I feel it every day
If this is wrong, then I long to be as far from right as I may…”
His eyes danced as he purred the song to her, walking her backwards until her back pressed against the wall. Jack’s gaze was steamy, his hands at her waist pressed gently into her. “I want to kiss you again,” he whispered as the song continued to play in the background.
Reaching up slowly, Harley gently slid his shirt off his shoulders, licking her lips, her eyes going from his lips to his white blue eyes.
“Then kiss me,” she whispered with a smile.
Beaming at her, Jack took a few moments to shake the drying shirt free and let it fall to the floor before he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her, a long, deep kiss that had Harley rising up on her toes, her hands stroking down his shoulders to his pecs. Opening his mouth a little wider, Jack sucked on her tongue, caught her bottom lip with his teeth and tugged softly before he captured her mouth once more in a deep kiss that made Harley feel dizzy. Kissing him, feeling him against her and being surrounded by him, he smelled so good, delicious, and masculine, the ache in her body grew.
Swallowing, her eyes closed, Harley moaned gently as Jack’s lips moved from her mouth to her neck. He bit softly down the length of her throat as his hand slid up and over one breast while his other hand held her firmly by her waist. Harley caressed his lean shoulders again, feeling the muscles and strength underneath the satin texture of his skin. His hair brushed teasingly against her skin, causing ripples that started deep in her groin to vibrate over her entire body. Continuing lower, Jack’s bent down to brush his lips and nose over the tops of her breasts as he bent his knees slightly.
Goosebumps rose all over Harley’s skin adding to the teasing ripples of pleasure as Jack moved lower, his tongue tracing her collarbone, then lower for his lips to tease over the top of her breasts, his breath tickling across her skin. Harley’s breath caught at the warm press of his lips between her breasts. Shuddering, Harley stroked her fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his beautiful face.
He looked up at her as he dropped to his knees, his hands stroking along her hips. While he dropped lower, Harley’s breath caught as Jack planted soft kisses along the little bit of exposed skin between her corset top and pants. Shivering, Harley moaned softly, her hands stroking through his hair while Jack's hands dropped to her pants. She felt him undoing the front of her pants, kissing her under her belly button while he popped the button of her pants free, then slowly pulled her pants down her hips, stopping when they were almost to her knees. At the same time he tugged on her pants, Jack kissed her stomach, then along the line of her panties. He traced the edge of her underwear where it pressed against her stomach, then moved along her hips.
While he stroked the bare skin of her thighs, Jack planted kisses where her panties pressed against her thighs, causing her heart to beat heavily in her groin, soft, hot, and wet, but then Jack pressed his lips between her legs She gasped, felt his hot breath through her scythe-cotton panties. He inhaled and groaned softly, taking a light nip at her before he looked up at her. Breathing heavily, Harley gazed down at him as Jack slowly stood back up, his pale eyes glowing in the dim lighting of her bedroom. He leaned down and lightly licked the tops of her breasts, dragged his tongue in a slow lick down between her breasts again before he came back up to her mouth. Jack kissed her like a man dying, as if her kiss was the only thing that could save him from certain death.
Groaning in pleasure and with want, Harley reached down for his pants, happy to see that he wasn’t wearing anything with some complicated operating system, just basic clothing. She quickly pulled his pants open and slid one hand down into his pants, causing Jack to jerk and gasp loudly.
Locking his knees, Jack ground his teeth and groaned, pressing his forehead against hers as he struggled. When Harley shoved her hand down the front of his pants, Jack hadn’t been expecting it. He almost came the very moment she touched him, even if her hand was over his boxers, he’d never been touched before. Her fingers brushing against his erection was almost too much for him to hold back.
“Harley,” He growled her name making Harley shiver. “We should move to the bed...”
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak for a moment, her fingertips playing against his erection, and she smiled every time Jack jerked or hissed because of her touch. She could feel the heat coming from him through his boxers, a warm, delicious heat mixed with the deep, sexual sound of his groans. She had never been so turned on that she thought if Jack even acted like he might...touch her...it would be too much.
“Okay,” she whispered slowly, but with a tremor in her voice, dragging her hand from his back, her fingers teasing across the synth-cotton of his boxers, making Jack growl again before he stepped back from her.
Breathing was hard as it was, but when Jack stepped back, she could see his pants open, the colorful purple boxers he wore, and his erection--held in place only by his boxers--but the outline of what he had to offer was obvious to her. Jack Napier was sexy in a way that Harley had never seen or experienced before. As the ache between her legs intensified, she knew for certain she had never, ever--not once in her life--been this turned on by anyone before. Now she realized that what she had felt with Guy even when their relationship had been at its best had been mild, a simple and foolish precursor compared to her feelings of lust and attraction to Jack.
Jack’s heart was beating wildly as he stepped back from Harley and sat down on the edge of her bed. He was more nervous than he would ever admit to anyone, but he smiled and reached down to pull his boots off. Fake it until you make it. Ivy liked to say that little phrase all the time, fake it until you make it. He could fake being calm and confident until he really felt that way, but it was difficult because he had no idea what to do with the lust and need he felt for Harley. He’d never felt this before--hot, cold, a mild sense of vertigo, pleased, lustful, and eager to see what would happen next with her. She was like a drug, a drug he needed to survive.
Harley giggled when she saw the different socks Jack wore, colorful, bright and patterned socks that didn’t match. “I like your socks,” she observed with a grin, biting her bottom lip.
Jack’s cheeks turned slightly red at her comment. “Thanks. I like color and a little bit of fun.”
He shrugged, but Harley murmured, “I like it, it's like a little hidden surprise.”
Jack laughed and started to scoot back onto the bed once his boots were off, still nervous, but feeling more and more comfortable by the moment when Harley whispered while blushing deeply, “Why don’t you take your pants off too?”
She reached up and started to unstrap her corset, nearly causing Jack’s heart to stop.
Unable to speak, his eyes watching every detail of Harley loosening her corset, Jack stood and slid out of his pants, though his eyes never left Harley’s form, watching the movement of her fingers as she worked on the straps of her corset.
Nearly stopping what she was doing, Harley bit her bottom lip and looked Jack up and down as he turned toward her, the shadows playing across his body and face, once more enforcing that beautiful demonic angel aesthetic she had thought when she saw him the first time. He looked sexy, beautiful, dangerous...God, what was she doing?! Harley stopped questioning herself and pulled her corset free, letting it drop to the floor.
Jack sucked in a breath when Harley’s corset hit the floor. Beautiful was too weak of a word for what she made him feel when he looked at her. His eyes raked over her, admiring her smooth skin, free of enhancements or tattoos, the sweet, full perfection of her breasts, the rosy darkness of her nipples in the creamy color of her skin. His imagination was good, but never this good, or else
Harley was just better than he’d ever imagined. And then she was pulling her shoes off and peeling her pants the rest of the way down her legs, leaving her naked except for the thin, synthetic cotton panties she wore.
Blushing, but still smiling, Harley stepped over to him and slid her hands along his shoulders and around his neck, looking up at him. Her expression showed her lust, but there was something more, something too new to form into words.
“Kiss me Jack,” she whispered, her fingers gently playing with his hair before she added in a husky whisper, “Red Jack.”
Smirking, Jack wrapped his arm around her, licking his upper lip with pleasure at the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest, the soft, warm, silkiness of her skin against him.
He smiled slowly, red lips against perfect white teeth that made Harley’s stomach feel topsy-turvy. Jack gazed at her through his lashes before he fell backwards onto the bed, taking her with him.
They both laughed when they hit the mattress, bouncing. The music had changed to something else that was older than parts of Gotham City, but Jack wasn’t listening anymore, his full attention on Harley. He rolled Harley onto her back, laying on top of her, and caught her mouth with his lips.
Groaning softly, spreading her legs to let Jack rest between them, Harley felt the heat and weight of his erection against her. Feeling him sent thrills of anticipation through her. Caressing her hair, Jack’s fingers slid into her hair while he kissed her with purpose. Sliding her fingers through his thick red and green hair, Harley nipped, licked, and sucked at Jack’s lips, thrusting her pelvis up to press against his cock. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life.
Biting his way down her throat, Jack growled low, dark, and sexy when Harley pressed against him. He wasn’t sure what he should do, which made him feel a little frustrated. Typically, Jack always knew what to do or he could at least figure out the best course of action in short order, but Harley was new and exciting territory. He’d seen a few pornos over the years, so it wasn’t as if he was completely ignorant, but he felt like a child learning to walk, which made him worried about messing up. She was flooding his senses with the taste of her tongue and skin, the feel of her body against him, the scent of her vanilla, and something else that made his groin tighten and ache even more. Her very aura, it seemed, made it hard for him to think straight. All of Harley Quinn was driving him mad. And he loved it.
“Harley,” Jack murmured, his lips feather light against her pulse.
“Yes,” Harley replied breathlessly.
“I...don’t think we should have sex tonight?” Jack whispered with a tremble in his voice. He was worried about more than simply messing this up with Harley. He was worried about tomorrow. He wanted Harley to want him in her band, not to feel as if she should vote for him because they had slept together, or for her decision to be made for other reasons than his own skills as a musician. He was prideful, he knew, was willing to admit that to himself. He grew up having a lot of things taken from him, but his skills were his own. No one could take those from him and he needed Harley to need him as a guitarist--as well as a lover, he now knew--because she wanted him and only him.
“Why? Did...did I do something?” Harley pushed herself up on her elbows, but Jack shook his head. “No...no. It's not you...believe me.” He smiled brightly at her. “I want you...so fucking much,” he hissed, brushing his nose against her shoulder and kissing her skin, ending with a light bite. “But, I don’t know if it would be a good idea for us to sleep together the night before I’m about to audition.” He smiled, but he felt nervous. He didn’t want to screw this up, he knew he wanted her for more than just sex…but god did he want to fuck her. Swallowing a nervous lump down, Jack smiled again. “Ah, I was hoping you might go out with me again no matter what you decide about the audition.” Jack caressed her collar, his fingers tracing a smooth, slow slender line across her throat. “Unless you...I mean...” He pressed his lips together, annoyed with himself, but he whispered. “I don’t want to be a rebound for you.”
“NO! No,” Harley said quickly then just as swiftly she calmed herself. “Guy and I broke up a while ago, I just couldn’t bring myself to kick him out of the band until...well...you saw.” Harley offered him a small smile, ashamed of herself for not having acted sooner to get rid of Guy. “No, you are not my rebound, Jack.” She licked her bottom lip, caressing his cheek with her fingertips. “I would love to go out with you again.” She smiled, blushed, and started to move to sit up, but Jack smirked, pressing her down. “Oh...I didn’t mean I was done,” he purred and Harley felt a shiver of anticipation.
“Ah...are you sure...” she started to ask only to have her thoughts fall away as Jack began once more to caress her skin with kisses, moving down over her breasts, taking his time to enjoy the feel of her skin, the smell of her skin, to taste her.
Kissing his way to her breasts, Jack took a slow, deep breath, enjoying the scent of her skin. He brushed his nose against her. Harley was soft...so soft.
He slowly, gently teased one nipple with his tongue, smiling when she reacted with a deep moan and pressed her head back onto the bed. He could still feel the drugs and alcohol in his system, but they were fading slowly. Harley herself was causing the effects to fade because she was far better than any drug or drink he’d ever consumed. She was a poison that he wanted to die from…he grinned a little--always one for drama he thought happily.
When Harley reacted with a soft moan, he traced the tight, pink bud with the tip of his tongue, at the same time wrapping his hand around the soft mound of her other breast and squeezed gently, caressing her nipple with his thumb.
Moaning deeper at his touch, Harley cupped Jack’s head to her breast, fingers in his hair. He rolled a little to his side and straddled her thigh. She could feel his erection through his boxers, pressed against her thigh, hard and hot, his thigh pressing gently between her legs...but she was quickly distracted when Jack’s hand snaked down from her breasts to slide into her panties. She gasped and arched into his touch.
Jack let out a low hiss as his fingers explored her. He wanted nothing more than to please Harley...she was all he could think of. As his fingers explored her, Jack bit his bottom lip with a deep groan. Harley was wet, warm...soft...just like the song, he thought with a lopsided smile, brushing his nose against her skin before sucking on her nipple again.
Carefully, Jack snaked his fingers lower, sliding between her legs, gently probing and feeling her. He touched her tenderly while teasing her nipples with his lips and tongue. He searched softly, slowly, experimenting as he touched her. Stroking carefully, following the small changes in her breathing, or the way her body shifted under him when he touched her a certain way. He was attentively listening and feeling all of Harley’s signals until he found the spot that caused Harley to moan the loudest, her breathing coming in desperate little pants, her body starting to writhe under him. Smiling, feeling a little more confident in himself, Jack applied his fingers to her, sliding them along either side of her clitoris when he was sure he had found it.
Teasing her gently, Jack switched breasts, applying the same tender licks and sucking before pressing his fingers down and catching her clitoris gently between his fingers. He rubbed himself against her thigh while he touched her; he couldn’t help himself, she felt so good and he was new to all of this.
He pressed his face against her breasts and groaned deeply. “Harley...”
Letting out a startled gasp of delight when Jack touched her, Harley’s legs stiffened, but when Jack, holding her swollen, slick clitoris between his fingers, slowly began rotating the sensitive bundle of nerves while sucking on her nipple, creating a pleasurable quickening in her groin from her breasts. She continued to struggle to breathe, writhing and groaning, until the two competing sensations began to collide...
Harley jerked with pleasure, her body starting to ache as the sensation built to a dizzying level.
“Uhh...Jack!” She arched her head back, her fingers now digging hard into his shoulders while Jack began to play with her again, this time using the pad of his thumb, making gentle rolls and tender brushes of his thumb against her wet, highly sensitive clitoris, caressing her with the tips of his fingers, blunt nails dragging across overly sensitive skin...it was almost too much Harley thought...too...too much...
Harley wasn’t ready when her orgasm hit. She cried out, her entire body reacting to the orgasm that burst like an explosion from Jack’s touch, blasting through her entire body until she was sure she passed out for a moment, but not before she heard Jack’s deep, husky groan, and felt the sudden burst of wet warmth against her leg.
Something by H.I.M. had begun playing over Harley’s sound system, but Jack was too rattled to really hear what song it was, only enough to acknowledge that he was still enjoying her choice of music. They were both breathing heavily, Jack sprawled across her body, his hand was still down her panties, his head resting between her shoulder and breast, his boxers damp. He felt as if he’d been drained.
Harley could feel the warm tickle of his panting breaths against her skin. She laid on her back, just trying to catch her breath while she stroked her fingers lazily along Jack’s shoulders. She felt as if her entire body had turned to jelly.
Never had she ever had an orgasm like that and that was just him touching her with his fingers and kissing her. Harley’s eyes widened slightly at that thought. She pressed her lips together to stop herself from giggling.
“So...” Harley licked her lips and tried to sound casual, like she hooked up all the time, (though she had never hooked up) and failed. Her voice came out breathless and hopeful when she asked, “...would you like to stay the night? We could go to the studio together in the morning, maybe grab breakfast from this little cafe about a block away.” She was trying to make it sound like asking him to stay the night wasn’t that big of a deal, but he could probably hear the rapid beat of her heart. Hell, Harley thought with a smirk, the sound was probably audible from space, but she didn’t want him to leave. She also didn’t want to sound desperate, but...
Sighing Harley tried again, this time not worrying about trying to be cool, and to simply be herself. “I would really like you to stay the night.”
“I would love to,” Jack whispered, slowly pulling his hand from her panties before pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at her. Smiling tenderly, Jack stroked her hair back from her face with his other hand. She smiled back at him, her white blonde hair a cloud around her head.
“I really, really like you Harley Quinn,” Jack whispered, brushing his nose against hers. “I know we talked a lot tonight, and I’ve been stalking you too.” Harley giggled wrinkling her nose as Jack kissed the tip and continued. “But I want to know so much more. Like, what was your first pet and what you looked like as a little girl. Do you wanna do it in the shower or on public transport?” Harley narrowed her eyes at him, but she was smirking while he continued and brushed his nose against hers. “I want to know every detail about you.”
“I really, really like you too Jack,” she whispered, reaching up to tuck a couple of long locks of his hair--that had dried a little wavy--behind his ear. “I want to know everything there is to know about you.” She dragged the tips of her fingers along his jaw. “Are you an angel or a devil?” she murmured more to herself than to Jack, but he smiled at her.
“Mm...a little bit of both, I’d say.” He smirked, but there was something in his eyes that made her shiver pleasurably.
She was about to ask him if he wanted some wine, or something to eat when she suddenly yawned hard enough that it felt as if her jaw was going to slip out of socket. “Uh, sorry...what time is it?” She frowned; she’d been going all day.
A computerized voice, programmed to be as pleasant as possible, said softly, “It is four a.m., Miss Quinn.”
“Four a.m.?” Harley was actually surprised. It didn’t feel that late, but even as she thought about the time, she yawned again.
“Let’s pull the bed back.” When Jack stood up, Harley noticed the wet stain on his boxers causing Jack to blush a little, a hand dropping down to hide the darkened spot, but the stain made Harley feel sexy, powerful maybe, she wasn’t sure, but she liked it and she wanted to do that to Jack again...immediately. But as if reminding her she had a busy day tomorrow, Harley yawned again, causing Jack to chuckle lightly at her.
“Oh, hold on...I had just picked up our laundry. I bet Eddie has something you can wear to sleep in.” She pushed herself off the bed and before Jack could say a word, she was out the door. It was hard for him to speak when she got up, nearly naked and hurrying across her room. His obsession was flesh and bone all wrapped up in a tight, sexy package and she wanted him to stay the night with her! He sighed happily and continued to pull the bed back.
While she was gone, Jack finished pulling the bed back and fluffed her pillows. She returned a few seconds later carrying a freshly laundered pair of boxers, black and outlined in a neon green. “Will these do?” She held them up by the band.
“Those will be great,” Jack said, holding his hand out. Harley tossed them and Jack grabbed them out of the air.
Jack grinned while stepping to Harley’s bathroom. “All right if I..?” he asked, stopping at the door and pointing with one hand holding the boxers, the other hand over the spot on his pants.
“Oh, ah yeah, of course.” She felt her cheeks color as she smiled at him.
Jack winked at her before disappearing into the bathroom. Harley sighed softly, sagging against the wall for a moment. “Damn, he is gorgeous!” she whispered to herself, followed by a giggle. She thought about sleeping in a night shirt, but changed her mind and instead crawled into bed. She wanted to sleep skin to skin next to Jack.
Frowning, Harley wondered if she was being rash because of what happened with Guy, but she couldn’t seem to muster up any reason to care because Jack was not just gorgeous and sexy, but also sweet and seemed genuinely interested in her. He made her feel on the edge of losing control, and she liked that. Maybe she was being rash, but she didn’t care. Instead she smiled happily, waiting for Jack to come back and get into bed with her.
*
When Jack came out of the bathroom a minute later, he found Harley already asleep. She was on her side, breathing steadily and deeply. He smiled tenderly and moved quietly to crawli into the bed behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, moving carefully so that he didn’t wake her. She murmured in her sleep and even sang a soft, low note that made Jack shiver with appreciation for her voice before he pulled her close. Harley settled down a breath later, curled her legs up and pressing her rear against him.
Jack pressed his lips to her hair, closed his eyes as he snuggled her close. This was better than any dream about her he’d ever had.
*
Yawning, Harley stretched her right arm into the air and slowly rolled over, her hair a rat's nest of curls and tangles around her head. As she sat up, the sheet fell away, and she frowned in slight confusion. She was alone.
Had last night happened?
As she came more awake, she could hear music playing in the living room, fairly loudly and for a moment, she was sure she heard someone singing along...someone has a beautiful voice she thought sleepily, then realized who it had to be--Jack!!
Blushing, Harley hurried up to the bathroom to find her robe.
A moment later she slipped out of her room, wrapping the robe around her waist. The moment she stepped into the main living room she was assaulted by The Darkness singing about believing in love to see Jack, in the kitchen, a cigarette hanging from between his lips, dressed in a pair of black tailored slacks, a black and white vertical striped dress shirt with the sleeves rolled part way up his arms. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned with a loose, shiny dark purple scarf around his throat and a purple vest that looked to have some pattern sewn into it over the top of his shirt. She noted only two of the buttons on the vest were done up and he wore the boots he’d worn last night. There was a guitar she didn’t recognize by her couch and a pile of packaging by the recycler, ready to be disposed of.
He looked freshly showered and his makeup--eyeliner and lipstick--in place with a little highlight around his cheeks. The man certainly knew what he was doing, she thought as she watched him, dancing and singing loudly along with the song while pulling food cartons out of the bag.
The scent hit the moment he pulled the cartons from the bag, making her stomach growl. He held the cigarette with his teeth and sang...
“Touching you, touching me
Touching you, God, you're touching me!”
Jack hit the high notes perfectly, his voice smooth and pleasant to the ear as he turned and pulled some plates out. He turned to set them on the counter and started to open the cartons, pulling out scrambled eggs, bacon, toast...
“I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
You got me in a spin but everything is a okay…”
He had just put the bacon on one of the plates when he looked up and saw Harley watching him.
“HEY!” Jack looked annoyed. “Music off!” He then pointed at her. “Back! Back to bed! I’m bringing you breakfast in bed!” Jack pursed his dark red lips and mock-glared at her, pointing at the bedroom door before he dropped his arm and sulked. “You ruined it.”
“Sorry!! I’ll just run back in and pretend I’m asleep!!” Harley giggled and spun around racing back to her room.
Jack watched her go with a bright grin forming on his lips and put his cigarette out. Yep, he hadn’t until yesterday believed in love at all--at least not the romantic kind. But now? He grinned wide and finished loading the plates before he carefully balanced the plates on the to-go cups of coffee he had ordered this morning, and hurried into the bedroom after Harley.
When he eased the door open with his foot, he saw Harley sitting on the bed, her hair combed so that it fell across her shoulders in a white wave. She smiled, holding the sheets up over her breasts. “Sorry, I tried to pretend I was sleeping, but I couldn’t lay still with my eyes closed.”
Shaking his head, Jack walked around the bed to her side. “Allow me to present breakfast.”
He carefully made his way over to her and she took the plate from the top of the coffee before taking the drink. Hurrying around to the other side, Jack sat down and wiggled up beside her, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankle.
“What time did you get up?” Harley asked, smiling at him just as the food made her stomach rumble.
“Mm...a couple of hours ago. I showered, ordered some clothes.” He held his coffee and plate out of the way to show off his outfit. “Then I ordered breakfast. The food had only arrived a couple of minutes before you came out and ruined my surprise.” He stuck his bottom lip out at her, making Harley giggle at his expression.
“I still appreciate it.” She smiled as Jack set his plate on his long legs. “Well I’m glad,” he said with a smile. “I wasn’t sure what to get, so I went with a basic breakfast, simulated eggs, toast, and simulated bacon with some hash browns.”
Answering for her, Harley’s stomach rumbled, causing Jack to laugh.
“Well, once I eat and shower we can probably head to the studio.” Harley dug into her breakfast at the same time Jack did, her stomach growling loudly, but happily. She was only now thinking about her sister and Eddie. They had spent the night somewhere else, but there was a good chance they were on their way home. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed about bringing Jack home, she wasn’t. It was just that she didn’t feel like being on the tail end of Lucy’s teasing and not-so-subtle jabs that would assault her because of all the times she had told Lucy not to just bring guys you met home…
But as she took a bite of her toast, she heard the door open.
“I’m home!!”
It was Lucy.
Harley groaned loudly around a bite of food.
A second later she heard the door open again and Eddie yelled happily.
“I’m home!! Hey, I brought someone with me!”
They heard voices in the living room.
Harley glanced at Jack who smirked. “Probably my sister?”
They both turned as her bedroom door opened. Lucy, as rude as ever, came blasting through the door in the outfit she had worn last night.
“Hey sis...OOooh SHIT!!” Lucy yelled when she saw her sister, clearly naked under a sheet and Jack Napier, Red Jack, sitting next to her eating breakfast.
Lucy started to snicker, giggling. “Oh shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Eddie stuck his head in, saw them, and immediately started to laugh.
“Damn Harley! Good for you!”
Ivy was with Eddie.
She peaked over Eddie’s shoulders, her eyes met Jack’s and she raised a red brow at her brother with a smile.
Jack chuckled.