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Entry tags:
204: Light - Batman - Cats/Ivy/Harls - Loving Them Right
Title: Loving Them Right
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Catwoman/Ivy, Catwoman/Ivy/Harley, past Joker/Harley
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash Ficlets 203: Sharp and 204: Light
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 933
Date Written: 8 April 2019
Summary: Women know how to love better.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Ivy cried out as Selina’s razor sharp claws scratched her back. She drew rivulets of green chlorophyll instead of blood and grinned like the cat who’d just eaten the canary as Ivy’s screams turned into pleasured moans. Ivy slumped beneath her; Sel let herself fall across the top of her back and just lay there, reveling in the moment.
“That,” Ivy panted after a bit, “is exactly why I got those special tints made for your claws.” Anyone else would have died for touching, anyone but the two beautiful women with whom she lived and shared her life and passions. She’d created special formulas for their flesh, hair, and fingernails just to make certain she never poisoned them. As much as she loved being able to kill miserable humans with her bare flesh, she would have never forgiven herself for doing the same to Sel or their other friend, who suddenly entered the living room without warning.
Selina arched upwards off of Ivy’s bare body. Ivy leaned up on her elbows. Both were ready for Harley to start squealing -- she’d even watched them before while munching on popcorn and claiming they were far better than any adult special --, but she barely even glanced at them. The light and life seemed to have drained from her baby blue eyes, leaving her a bare shell of the exuberant, joyful woman they knew.
Selina arched again. Her claws wrapped around the cushion beneath Ivy. “That bastard,” she hissed for they both knew what had happened. Joker had hurt her. Only this time it had been over a week, and she still showed no signs of healing.
“What can we do, Sel?” Ivy whispered. “Nothing we’ve tried has broken her out of it this time.”
“Men aren’t worth it,” Selina hissed between gritted, sharp teeth.
“No.” Ivy shook her red head in agreement. “But,” again she asked, “what can we do? We have to help her, but I’ve tried everything. So have you.”
“Not . . . everything,” Selina admitted, tilting her head to one side and considering the situation. She and Ivy had been together for over a year, but she still remembered that she’d first discovered the passion her beautiful lover wished to give her when she was grieving from a heart broken by another man. Of course her man happened to be the exact opposite of Harley’s, but they were still men. They were still proud, chauvinistic jerks.
“What are you thinking?” Ivy asked, rolling over onto her back and gazing questioningly up at Selina.
“How would you feel . . . about a . . . “ Selina chose her words carefully, not wanting Harley to overhear and become even more hurt if Ivy didn’t agree, “ . . . party?”
Ivy frowned. “You know I hate parties.”
“Not that kind of a party.”
Selina tilted her head further in Harley’s direction. Her emerald eyes darted back and forth several times between Harley and Ivy and the couch beneath them.
It took Ivy a moment before she finally comprehended what Selina was trying to tell her without actually saying the words. She bit her bottom lip in thought, considered the situation a moment longer, and then nodded. It would change the dynamic of all their relationships, but it would only bring them closer in the end, she believed. Besides, it would be worth the risk to get Harls out of her funk and back to smiling again.
“Hey, beautiful,” Selina called out, her voice becoming a loud and lustful purr.
Harley stopped, her spoon still stuck in her almost-emptied pint of cookie dough ice cream. “Who?” She nearly choked on the cream still in her throat. “Me?”
“I’m not looking down,” Selina returned, grinning impishly.
“But I am looking up,” Ivy joined in. She arched upwards, her breasts pointing toward Selina who still straddled her bare legs, and reached an arm out in Harley’s direction.
Selina mimicked her gesture, holding out her right hand where Ivy had held out her left. “Join us?” she purred.
Harley stopped. She stared. Her moist, red eyes grew bigger and finally blinked. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming again. At least this time, even if she was dreaming, she wasn’t having nightmares about Mister J, Mister J who didn’t want her, who had never and would never love her, who, as her best friends had tried to make her see time and again, only continued to use her.
“What are you waiting for, Harls?” Ivy pouted sensually up at her. “I’m not going to poison you.”
“I know that, Red.” Harley chuckled.
Selina’s left hand gently jabbed Ivy’s ribs. It was working!
Harley broke into the first smile they’d seen her wear in weeks. She dropped her ice cream container; the metal spoon clattered loudly on the bare floor. “Hells yeah!” She jumped into the air, stripped quickly out of her clothes, and was naked before she somersaulted onto the couch with them.
Selina turned, pouncing on her like her namesake. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing and caressing at the same time, and covered her smiling mouth with her own. Ivy, meanwhile, reached out not with her hands but with her vines instead. She wrapped them around her best friends’ bare legs, caressing their thighs, squeezing them gently, and quickly working her way up until she dipped her plant life into two cervixes at once. She beamed and leaned back, practically glowing, as she made them both scream with wanton pleasure and, at last, free abandonment. Men knew nothing, she thought, grinning from ear to ear, when it came to women, especially when it came to loving them right.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Catwoman/Ivy, Catwoman/Ivy/Harley, past Joker/Harley
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash Ficlets 203: Sharp and 204: Light
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 933
Date Written: 8 April 2019
Summary: Women know how to love better.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Ivy cried out as Selina’s razor sharp claws scratched her back. She drew rivulets of green chlorophyll instead of blood and grinned like the cat who’d just eaten the canary as Ivy’s screams turned into pleasured moans. Ivy slumped beneath her; Sel let herself fall across the top of her back and just lay there, reveling in the moment.
“That,” Ivy panted after a bit, “is exactly why I got those special tints made for your claws.” Anyone else would have died for touching, anyone but the two beautiful women with whom she lived and shared her life and passions. She’d created special formulas for their flesh, hair, and fingernails just to make certain she never poisoned them. As much as she loved being able to kill miserable humans with her bare flesh, she would have never forgiven herself for doing the same to Sel or their other friend, who suddenly entered the living room without warning.
Selina arched upwards off of Ivy’s bare body. Ivy leaned up on her elbows. Both were ready for Harley to start squealing -- she’d even watched them before while munching on popcorn and claiming they were far better than any adult special --, but she barely even glanced at them. The light and life seemed to have drained from her baby blue eyes, leaving her a bare shell of the exuberant, joyful woman they knew.
Selina arched again. Her claws wrapped around the cushion beneath Ivy. “That bastard,” she hissed for they both knew what had happened. Joker had hurt her. Only this time it had been over a week, and she still showed no signs of healing.
“What can we do, Sel?” Ivy whispered. “Nothing we’ve tried has broken her out of it this time.”
“Men aren’t worth it,” Selina hissed between gritted, sharp teeth.
“No.” Ivy shook her red head in agreement. “But,” again she asked, “what can we do? We have to help her, but I’ve tried everything. So have you.”
“Not . . . everything,” Selina admitted, tilting her head to one side and considering the situation. She and Ivy had been together for over a year, but she still remembered that she’d first discovered the passion her beautiful lover wished to give her when she was grieving from a heart broken by another man. Of course her man happened to be the exact opposite of Harley’s, but they were still men. They were still proud, chauvinistic jerks.
“What are you thinking?” Ivy asked, rolling over onto her back and gazing questioningly up at Selina.
“How would you feel . . . about a . . . “ Selina chose her words carefully, not wanting Harley to overhear and become even more hurt if Ivy didn’t agree, “ . . . party?”
Ivy frowned. “You know I hate parties.”
“Not that kind of a party.”
Selina tilted her head further in Harley’s direction. Her emerald eyes darted back and forth several times between Harley and Ivy and the couch beneath them.
It took Ivy a moment before she finally comprehended what Selina was trying to tell her without actually saying the words. She bit her bottom lip in thought, considered the situation a moment longer, and then nodded. It would change the dynamic of all their relationships, but it would only bring them closer in the end, she believed. Besides, it would be worth the risk to get Harls out of her funk and back to smiling again.
“Hey, beautiful,” Selina called out, her voice becoming a loud and lustful purr.
Harley stopped, her spoon still stuck in her almost-emptied pint of cookie dough ice cream. “Who?” She nearly choked on the cream still in her throat. “Me?”
“I’m not looking down,” Selina returned, grinning impishly.
“But I am looking up,” Ivy joined in. She arched upwards, her breasts pointing toward Selina who still straddled her bare legs, and reached an arm out in Harley’s direction.
Selina mimicked her gesture, holding out her right hand where Ivy had held out her left. “Join us?” she purred.
Harley stopped. She stared. Her moist, red eyes grew bigger and finally blinked. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming again. At least this time, even if she was dreaming, she wasn’t having nightmares about Mister J, Mister J who didn’t want her, who had never and would never love her, who, as her best friends had tried to make her see time and again, only continued to use her.
“What are you waiting for, Harls?” Ivy pouted sensually up at her. “I’m not going to poison you.”
“I know that, Red.” Harley chuckled.
Selina’s left hand gently jabbed Ivy’s ribs. It was working!
Harley broke into the first smile they’d seen her wear in weeks. She dropped her ice cream container; the metal spoon clattered loudly on the bare floor. “Hells yeah!” She jumped into the air, stripped quickly out of her clothes, and was naked before she somersaulted onto the couch with them.
Selina turned, pouncing on her like her namesake. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing and caressing at the same time, and covered her smiling mouth with her own. Ivy, meanwhile, reached out not with her hands but with her vines instead. She wrapped them around her best friends’ bare legs, caressing their thighs, squeezing them gently, and quickly working her way up until she dipped her plant life into two cervixes at once. She beamed and leaned back, practically glowing, as she made them both scream with wanton pleasure and, at last, free abandonment. Men knew nothing, she thought, grinning from ear to ear, when it came to women, especially when it came to loving them right.
The End