Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Weekend Challenge: Basin, Tomato, Twig
Word Count: 867
Date Written: 25 April 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She knows the moment she slips into her secret hideaway from the world outside. She knows before she ever steps foot onto the lush, green grass in her hidden tropical paradise. She knows before the Spring breeze to which the new flowers are tilting their buds whispers her name. She knows before one of her loyal, oak sentries tosses a twig right beneath the little blonde’s feet so that she has no choice but to break it under her boot.
The crack seems to echo through Ivy’s paradise. For a moment, even the birds stop their songs as everything stands still. Ivy grins, picturing the grimacing look on her lover who, no doubt, thinks she should have seen the twig, never guessing for a second that the tree tossed it underneath her boot just as she was sneaking by him.
She splashes water onto her face from the antique bird bath she’s used as a basin whenever the mood suits her from the very first moment she brought it here. She watches the reflection of her surroundings in the water’s cool surface but does not yet turn away. Vines tense as they slip up her green-clad, muscular legs in warning. A Venus flytrap snaps its mouth shut impatiently, and again the wind whispering through the trees speaks her name.
My dear darlings, Ivy would whisper back to them all if she did not want to give her own self away, do you not think I know the little clown is here and swiftly approaching my position? Her confident smile tells the message to all who see it: She knows Harley’s coming, and she’s waiting for her plaything.
The vines slither away. The birds resume their songs. She turns to a frond plant and gently uses its massive leaf to dry her face. Her face is still hidden as Harley enters the center of Ivy’s arena. Ivy waits patiently as the blonde draws nearer and nearer. She knows the moment her feet leave the ground as she flips through the air, but just as she’s coming down behind her, Ivy turns and ducks.
“HEY!” Harley yells in discontent as three tomatoes splat straight into her face. “It’s not pies,” she mutters, licking some of the juice off her lips. “It’s not funny.”
“Oh, yes, it is.” Ivy chuckles as she stands. Her plants laugh in a language only she can understand. “It’s very funny.”
“If you knew I was coming, you could’ve just told me.”
“And that would spoil the fun! You were the one trying to sneak up on me. You should know you can’t sneak attack a Queen in her own throne room.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything bad,” Harley says, still pouting. “Thanks,” she mutters as a large leaf is pressed into her hands by one of the nearby trees. She dries her face as gently on the leaf as Ivy has taught her to do.
“No? Then what were you going to do?”
“Yup, but the fun part would have come after.”
Ivy curiously searches Harley’s bright, blue eyes. “We could go again.”
“No, the opportunity’s spoiled now.” Harley frowns.
“I never thought much of frogs any way.” Ivy waves a hand in dismissal as she starts to walk away.
“You would’ve liked this frog!” Harley grins and watches as Ivy walks away from her, one hip at a time. She’s almost gone out of the clearing when Harley runs silently along the ground and leaps into the air. Tucking her hands around her legs at first, she somersaults through the air. The bells of her hat jingle as they graze Ivy’s shoulder.
Ivy moves instinctively, falling into a defensive crouch that takes Harley off guard. Harley’s hands had been reaching for the redhead’s shoulders, but now they grip empty air. She twists, flips again, and comes down on top of Ivy. “It was supposed to go something like that,” she murmurs, but she’s no longer pouting. She’s grinning instead.
“And then the real fun was to begin, right?” Ivy reminds her, a grin also tugging at her blood red lips. “What kind of fun was that?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.
Harley laughs. She shoves a hand against the ground to keep her place firmly on top of Ivy, but the wrist of that hand touches her lover’s barely clad breast. “You know what kind of fun,” she whispers huskily against Ivy’s smiling lips. “The best kind.” With that, she begins kissing her again and again, initiating their very favorite kind of fun.
The sound that rings through the plants this time isn’t laughter nor is it a warning. It’s apprehension of something they all love to watch: their mistress being loved and worshipped as she should be. Harley hears them, and for once, she understands, but she’s never been the kind to shy away from a good, old-fashioned PDA. Instead she deepens their kiss, her tongue sliding home into Ivy’s mouth, and begins a proper exploration of her lover’s body with her hands. Ivy moans and succumbs gladly. Spring is definitely here at last; never has she enjoyed the start of the twitterpated season more!