Sometimes, Harley has mixed feelings on bondage.
She doesn’t like it when Mister J does it (he always ties the ropes too tightly and never holds her close afterwards to tell her that she’s been well behaved and good for him), but when Ivy comes to in a cloud of perfumed flowers and healthy green vines that slide slickly over the outsides pf Harley’s thighs as little less than a question pushes past her lips, she can’t get enough of it.
“Are you sure that you’re alright with this,” Ivy whispers against Harley’s mouth as they almost kiss and the shorter blonde feels her legs quiver with the urge to drop down onto the thick mattress of leaves that hitting up against her knees and bare herself to the hungry green gaze of her lover’s narrowed eyes. Ivy’s mouth is warm against hers and when Harley lets her tongue flick out to trace that plush flesh-not-skin, she tastes something akin to fresh apples and springtime spent outside.
Harley nods her head hard, setting her pigtails to bouncing. “Of course I am, baby,” she says with a smile that’s like sunlight in the forest. “You always treat me right.” She leans in close and presses a kiss to Ivy’s lush mouth that is fast and fleeting even while it gives her the faintest burn from the toxins held within her lover’s body. “I’d do anything for you!”
Ivy’s answering smile is sharp and sweet and she grips at Harley’s trembling upper arms with powerfully strong fingers. “Oh, Harley,” she breathes, pleased with the look of adoration in Harley’s big baby blues. “I’m so happy to hear that.”