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258: Control - Batman - Cats/Ivy - Writhing in the Garden
Title: Writhing in the Garden
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Catwoman/Poison Ivy, mentioned Harley/Ivy and Batman/Catwoman
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash Ficlets 258: Control
Word Count: 1,000
Date Written: 3 May 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Catwoman and Poison Ivy are tired of being taken for granted.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I'm tired of it!" Selina announced, cracking her whip. "I'm so fucking tired of it! They never act like we mean anything to them when either Joker or a villain is around!" She hissed her fury, sounding quite a bit like her namesake as her emerald eyes flashed dangerously.
"We should do something about it," Ivy ventured, a gloved finger poised in thought on her ruby red lips.
"Hmph." Selina snorted. "Yeah. But what? It's not like I haven't been trying for years! So have you! I say I'm going to get him out of my system every time, and every time he manages to wriggle and crawl his way back in."
"I know the feeling," Ivy muttered, her Venus flytraps snapping their mouths in time with her animalistic desire to growl. "But nothing ever works. Believe me, I've tried it all!"
"Yeah," Selina grumbled, throwing back a slug of whiskey. She was normally a wine drinker, but tonight demanded something stronger, fierier . . . She emptied the bottle and tossed it behind her. She should've stolen a bigger one. Her gaze came to rest on Ivy as her anger grumbled and growled inside of her. "Except," she said suddenly, a ridiculous notion taking root in her mind, "for one thing."
Ivy looked at her with eyebrows rising. "What's that?" she asked warily. She knew Selina had had too much to drink, not that she would ever call her friend on it or even admit if she'd had too much herself. "What are you thinking, Sel?"
"What if -- " She moved to swagger toward her but almost stumbled instead. Ivy's vines gathered closer in case she needed help. One even gently bumped Selina's boot, trying to help steady her as her cats often did on nights like this one. "What if they thought they had lost us?"
Ivy shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"But it panics them every time."
"Yeah, but it never really happens. They know we don't want any one but them."
"Maybe that's the problem." Selina's voice had become huskier. "Come here," she growled, and before Ivy could react, had wrapped her whip around her neck and snatched her to her.
"What are you -- " Ivy started to ask but stopped, her muscles and words both freezing when Selina boldly caressed her breast through the thin, bare fabric of her costume.
She squeezed her breast. "It's a play," she growled lustfully, "but it may get us both what we want, not just tonight but in the future."
"Are you suggesting -- " Ivy started to ask but was silenced by Selina's mouth covering hers and her tongue thrusting deep inside. The idea did have merit, Ivy thought as passion flared inside her. They had never seriously tried to make work a relationship with anybody but the two idiots with whom they'd fallen in love long ago, and although her bond with Selina would never go beyond friendship, if they played their proverbial cards right, they could certainly trick Harley and the great Bat into thinking otherwise -- with ease, too, she'd be willing to bet. Plus neither of them would have to be alone tonight.
Selina lifted her mouth from hers, drawing in ragged breaths. Ivy started to ask her if she was certain she wanted them to proceed, but her claws dragging gently down the sides of both of Ivy's breasts told her she was. Her knee rubbed her core through Ivy's latex and Selina's own leather. The friction brought a low groan to the top of Ivy's throat and immediately silenced any and all doubts.
Growling aloud, she reached out to her long-time friend. One hand unzipped her tight top while the other reached inside and fondled her breasts. Her vines approached Selina from behind. Sel caught the movement through the corners of her blazing green eyes, but when Ivy started to slow her progress, she shook her head and opened her arms wide. "Go for it. Let's show them what they're missing."
She loved Harley, Ivy thought, but the damn girl was intent on trying to make the Joker, of all bastards, be better than her. She certainly treated him as though he was worth more! Her every action, for years now, had shown Ivy that she mattered little to her whenever "Mistah J" was around, just as Batman's actions continued to prove how little he cared for the beautiful, dangerous woman in front of her. Ivy wrapped her fingers around Selina's throat and snatched her forward, slamming her own mouth up against hers.
Her vines ripped Selina's costume to pieces in a scant number of seconds while Selina's hands worked feverishly to undress Ivy. It was clear to Ivy that the great Catwoman had forgotten about her poisonous condition when, once she had her undressed and boldly naked before her, hesitation fluttered into her eyes. "Oh, no," Ivy muttered. "You started this. We're gonna finish it, and we're gonna have fun doing it!" Dear, sweet Mother Nature, she thought, even her speech pattern had began to reflect Harley's influence!
She pushed her own love from her thought as she strove to push Selina's as equally far from hers. Her vines curled around Selina's naked muscles, then reached up and thrust three tendrils simultaneously inside of her. Selina fell back with a passionate cry, but Ivy's vines caught her. She climbed onto them and up over Selina's body, but Selina, though she struggled, had also come to clearly understand Ivy's idea. As Ivy's vines thrust into her, she reached out, skillfully, with her whip and fed its leather tip up into the redhead.
Soon they were both crying and writhing in Ivy's vines, and the night looked better than it had for them in weeks. Tonight would be a night of brutal passion even if their lovers were nowhere near, and, Ivy thought, if they didn't come near soon, they might be too late. She blissfully surrendered all control and thoughts to a passion greater than anything she'd ever felt before.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Catwoman/Poison Ivy, mentioned Harley/Ivy and Batman/Catwoman
Rating: NC-17/AO
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash Ficlets 258: Control
Word Count: 1,000
Date Written: 3 May 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: Catwoman and Poison Ivy are tired of being taken for granted.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I'm tired of it!" Selina announced, cracking her whip. "I'm so fucking tired of it! They never act like we mean anything to them when either Joker or a villain is around!" She hissed her fury, sounding quite a bit like her namesake as her emerald eyes flashed dangerously.
"We should do something about it," Ivy ventured, a gloved finger poised in thought on her ruby red lips.
"Hmph." Selina snorted. "Yeah. But what? It's not like I haven't been trying for years! So have you! I say I'm going to get him out of my system every time, and every time he manages to wriggle and crawl his way back in."
"I know the feeling," Ivy muttered, her Venus flytraps snapping their mouths in time with her animalistic desire to growl. "But nothing ever works. Believe me, I've tried it all!"
"Yeah," Selina grumbled, throwing back a slug of whiskey. She was normally a wine drinker, but tonight demanded something stronger, fierier . . . She emptied the bottle and tossed it behind her. She should've stolen a bigger one. Her gaze came to rest on Ivy as her anger grumbled and growled inside of her. "Except," she said suddenly, a ridiculous notion taking root in her mind, "for one thing."
Ivy looked at her with eyebrows rising. "What's that?" she asked warily. She knew Selina had had too much to drink, not that she would ever call her friend on it or even admit if she'd had too much herself. "What are you thinking, Sel?"
"What if -- " She moved to swagger toward her but almost stumbled instead. Ivy's vines gathered closer in case she needed help. One even gently bumped Selina's boot, trying to help steady her as her cats often did on nights like this one. "What if they thought they had lost us?"
Ivy shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"But it panics them every time."
"Yeah, but it never really happens. They know we don't want any one but them."
"Maybe that's the problem." Selina's voice had become huskier. "Come here," she growled, and before Ivy could react, had wrapped her whip around her neck and snatched her to her.
"What are you -- " Ivy started to ask but stopped, her muscles and words both freezing when Selina boldly caressed her breast through the thin, bare fabric of her costume.
She squeezed her breast. "It's a play," she growled lustfully, "but it may get us both what we want, not just tonight but in the future."
"Are you suggesting -- " Ivy started to ask but was silenced by Selina's mouth covering hers and her tongue thrusting deep inside. The idea did have merit, Ivy thought as passion flared inside her. They had never seriously tried to make work a relationship with anybody but the two idiots with whom they'd fallen in love long ago, and although her bond with Selina would never go beyond friendship, if they played their proverbial cards right, they could certainly trick Harley and the great Bat into thinking otherwise -- with ease, too, she'd be willing to bet. Plus neither of them would have to be alone tonight.
Selina lifted her mouth from hers, drawing in ragged breaths. Ivy started to ask her if she was certain she wanted them to proceed, but her claws dragging gently down the sides of both of Ivy's breasts told her she was. Her knee rubbed her core through Ivy's latex and Selina's own leather. The friction brought a low groan to the top of Ivy's throat and immediately silenced any and all doubts.
Growling aloud, she reached out to her long-time friend. One hand unzipped her tight top while the other reached inside and fondled her breasts. Her vines approached Selina from behind. Sel caught the movement through the corners of her blazing green eyes, but when Ivy started to slow her progress, she shook her head and opened her arms wide. "Go for it. Let's show them what they're missing."
She loved Harley, Ivy thought, but the damn girl was intent on trying to make the Joker, of all bastards, be better than her. She certainly treated him as though he was worth more! Her every action, for years now, had shown Ivy that she mattered little to her whenever "Mistah J" was around, just as Batman's actions continued to prove how little he cared for the beautiful, dangerous woman in front of her. Ivy wrapped her fingers around Selina's throat and snatched her forward, slamming her own mouth up against hers.
Her vines ripped Selina's costume to pieces in a scant number of seconds while Selina's hands worked feverishly to undress Ivy. It was clear to Ivy that the great Catwoman had forgotten about her poisonous condition when, once she had her undressed and boldly naked before her, hesitation fluttered into her eyes. "Oh, no," Ivy muttered. "You started this. We're gonna finish it, and we're gonna have fun doing it!" Dear, sweet Mother Nature, she thought, even her speech pattern had began to reflect Harley's influence!
She pushed her own love from her thought as she strove to push Selina's as equally far from hers. Her vines curled around Selina's naked muscles, then reached up and thrust three tendrils simultaneously inside of her. Selina fell back with a passionate cry, but Ivy's vines caught her. She climbed onto them and up over Selina's body, but Selina, though she struggled, had also come to clearly understand Ivy's idea. As Ivy's vines thrust into her, she reached out, skillfully, with her whip and fed its leather tip up into the redhead.
Soon they were both crying and writhing in Ivy's vines, and the night looked better than it had for them in weeks. Tonight would be a night of brutal passion even if their lovers were nowhere near, and, Ivy thought, if they didn't come near soon, they might be too late. She blissfully surrendered all control and thoughts to a passion greater than anything she'd ever felt before.
The End