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Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn held good company, to anyone fortunate enough to call them acquaintances that is. The duo mostly kept to themselves as trust wasn’t a very common occurrence in their line of work; Ivy could count the amount of people she trusted on a single hand, and Harley had been wary to blindly extend her trust to villains given her past with the Joker. As a result, they held a rather tight circle of friends… the largest role in that circle of course being held by a certain latexed thief in the night.
Selina Kyle enjoyed their company well enough; they were competent on the job, and both had personalities which didn’t bore her to death. They were engaging, if she had to describe it, which was good as the catburglar had a knack for finding herself easily bored with others—and especially so around couples… The only thing she really had to complain about them was in fact just that: their relationship…
Sometimes the two’s affections for each other, their incessant need to always be touching, the shameless sweet talk, their convenient disappearance behind closed doors after a heist, or even just going all in on a make-out session when Selina was still in the room—to say it grated on the thief’s nerves was an understatement. If she were being completely honest with herself though, which she rarely ever was, the disdain for the duo’s affection stemmed not from a place of contempt but of envy. Their relationship was so tender and honest. Effortless…Selina thought.
Their love was effortless, uncomplicated. There weren’t strings attached. The cat couldn’t say the same for her own relationships with Bruce…
He was a caring soul, he truly was—Selina couldn’t deny he was the first person in her life that truly made her stop to consider her own self-worth, challenging the stigma she put on herself for so long. She could do better with her talents, use them for good...be a hero so to speak. But that was just the catch about heroes: their work always came first.
And forget about forming intimate relations—too dangerous, Bruce would always say. Relationships could very well lead to a gruesome death, or at the very best partial paralysis. What would start as innocent desires to form a connection could result in tragedy if bad people realize who the ones you hold near and dear are. And heaven knows Bruce didn’t need more tragedy in his life…
Selina understood where he was coming from, as much as she hated to. What stung the most though was that she didn’t know what she hated more: understanding the sentiment, or the swell of hurt which formed in her chest at his gentle rejection. Why were tender words always the most devastating? she wondered
Catwoman was an excellent thief, she was cunning, quiet, and agile. She hid her presence amidst her surroundings impeccably well; her emotions on the other hand however…not so much.
And her inner battle wasn’t made any easier with Ivy and Harley constantly snogging each other in her presence as casually as one says good morning to their partner.
Why did she come to their lair for solace again?
Selina had no idea how to answer her own question as she sat by the windowsill, trying to calm the storm brewing in her heart and mind in the pair’s remote hideout. It was away from the hustle and bustle of the city, she supposed, but quiet wasn’t the accurate word to describe it.
“Why you look so down pretty kitty?” In came Harley’s jovial voice like a ringing bell as she approached Selina at her place by the window. She had been standing alone eyeing the distant city skyline with a sour expression, twitching at the sound of the blonde’s presence. “Where’s the pep in your paw?” the clown pouted, cocking her head in a playful manner.
Selina groaned as moved to sit on the couch and away from the girl. Sometimes she regretted her own alias, it opened the floodgates to a barrage of awful cat puns to which the blonde took full advantage of.
“I’m not in the mood tonight, Harley,” Selina huffed under her breath as she fell onto the cushions.
“Don’t be such a sourpuss Selina,” Ivy chided stepping into the room. The metahuman’s wordplay wasn’t as tiresome as Harley’s, but her tone could be much more condescending, which aggravated the burglar just as much. The only upside to Ivy’s approach over the jester’s was that she always spoke in that low sultry voice, the one that managed to give Selina a pause which she couldn’t explain, but she didn’t dislike it... “We’re just checking in on you”
“Well there’s nothing to check in on,” the thief retorted, crossing her arms, “I’m perfectly fine”
Ivy hummed unconvinced, glancing to the clown on the windowsill, they held eye contact in a silent conversation. Selina felt her eye twitch.
“Is there a problem?” The cat asked in an overly courteous voice.
“Well,” Ivy started as she approached the thief’s sitting place. “It’s just that Harley and I couldn’t help but notice you’ve seemed a bit upset lately, catnip,” the woman explained coolly, bending languidly to rest her elbows on the armrest of the sofa beside Selina. Her body was in an angle both suggestive yet casual; a pose only Ivy could pull off, the cat regarded vaguely.
“So? What 's it to you two?” Selina narrowed her eyes. In her line of work wearing your heart on your sleeve could get you killed, you had to brace yourself around others, even those you considered friends if you wanted to protect yourself.
Harley pouted, “Aw don’t be so modest Lina, we care ‘bout ya!” She moved to sit on the ottoman in front of the couch. Selina tensed realizing she was effectively cornered. She didn’t know if the women had planned this or not but knowing them, they probably had. “We don’t like seeing our kitten so sad,” the blonde cooed, resting her chin in her palms. The thief rolled her eyes.
“We also couldn’t help but notice your little mood swings just so happen to flare up whenever Harls and I…well,” Ivy let her sentence linger as she turned her gaze to the seated blonde, smirking at the girl who grinned back with playful eyes. Selina saw Ivy quirk an eyebrow to which Harley pulled a lip between her teeth, squirming her legs slightly.
“Oh my fucking god,” Selina groaned under her breath, rubbing her forehead tiredly.
“My point exactly,” Ivy smiled, noting the air of exasperation on the cat’s features.
“What are you trying to say? Do you think I’m jealous? You know that’s ridiculous, Ivy!” Selina scoffed, growing irritated with being in the dark about what the redhead was getting at. “We’re coworkers, I could care less about what you two do when I’m not around”
“I beg to differ...” Ivy muttered under her breath with a smirk, just loud enough for Selina to hear. She hoped the blush which was currently stretching across her cheeks could pass for rage and not for...whatever that implication made her feel.
She would’ve given it to the botanist then and there had Harley’s soft giggling not interrupted her, drawing her attention away.
“Ivy thinks you’re feeling a bit left out, kitty,” Harley smiled gently. “Thought maybe you’d like to be included?”
Selina’s eyes widened incredulously. “You’re not seriously suggesting...” her words died as she gaped between the two perfectly serious women. “Y-you actually are...!”
“No need to get so flustered Selina,” Ivy chuckled lowly, “it’s only an offer”
“A really great offer which you should totally accept,” Harley added enthusiastically.
Selina felt her chest flutter for a moment before she swallowed it down, standing suddenly in a defensive posture. “If you’re trying to embarrass me you know there’s less strenuous ways to do so?” she hissed.
“You’re welcome to leave if you’re uncomfortable, no one’s stopping you,” Ivy shrugged calmly.
Selina paused. She remained frozen in place, glaring at the botanist but made no effort to move, she just couldn’t will herself to move in that moment.
A slow smirk grew over Ivy’s lips in a way which both irritated the cat and made her spine shudder. The redhead chuckled.
“I think you want to~” Ivy purred, straightening up to step closer to the thief, the woman towered over her slightly. “Maybe just a small part of you—but its insistent, isn’t it kitten?”
“If you’re using any of that weird plant shit on me, you’d better cut it out,” the thief warned, still frozen as the metahuman came closer.
Harley laughed beside her, “Oh trust me, you’d know it if she was!” The clown beamed.
Ivy hummed in agreement to the jester, as she stopped but a foot in front of the cat. “Yes. And just so you know, I don’t just control hormones sweetheart I can sense them in other’s—and let me tell you, with the one’s you’re giving off right now...” she grinned, in that trademark seductive way which she reserved for her prey; it caught Selina’s breath. “...I’m impressed you haven’t started squirming,” her green fingertips just barely met the raven-haired woman’s chin. The barely-there touch made her tremble before she could think to suppress it. Ivy chuckled, a low and throaty sound, she had Selina in the palm of her hand and they both knew it.
“I think kitty wants to play with us, Harley~” she cooed keeping her eyes locked on the catburglar as a thumb drifted lightly over Selina’s slightly parted lips.
A soft gasp escaped the clown, “She does!?” she breathed excitedly.
Ivy hummed. “Don’t you?” she asked the thief, cocking her head. Her voice was like honey to the ear.
“I…” Selina’s thoughts couldn’t seem to reach her throat.
“Come on pussycat,” Harley rose to stand behind Ivy, leaning against her shoulder to gaze back at the thief. “It’ll be fun! It’s the least we could do after makin’ ya feel so excluded. Let us make it up to ya, won’t you?” she batted her eyes softly.
Ivy smiled, stroking the cat’s chin lazily. “We can show you a night you’ll never forget…I guarantee it’ll be far better than whatever your beefcake boytoy is offering” she announced smugly.
Harley giggled behind her, “Aww, play nice Ive, you know she’s soft for batsy…though she is right, Selina,” the clown added.
“Well, we can just let Selina be the judge of that, now can’t we?” Ivy turned to the still speechless woman, who was currently donning a furious blush that really brought out her sparkling hazel-green eyes. “It’s all in good fun of course, catnip…”
Harley hummed, “You really should give in kitty,” she coaxed, “Ivy’s amazing, I should definitely know~” That caught the redhead’s attention with a wicked grin, turning her gaze to the clown at her ear with hunger flashing in her emerald eyes.
The hand at the thief’s chin dropped to take hold of the blonde’s, leaning her face in closer as Ivy brought her lips in for a kiss. It was slow and deep as Harley let her hands come to rest around the woman’s waist. Passionate, was the word spiraling in Selina’s mind, she felt a tug in her heart.
After a moment, Ivy’s green eye slid open to gaze back at the cat as her lips still held gently against Harley’s, before softly pulling away.
Harley followed suit pulling back to turn her head towards the thief, a bright genuine smile on her features. Ivy smiled herself faintly as she extended a hand towards the raven-haired woman.
“Come on” The redhead said simply.
Selina’s hazel eyes leapt between the two villains watching her patiently. She slowly let her hand draw out, accepting the metahuman’s soft grasp. Green fingers closed gently around her palm as the cat-burglar felt herself be pulled slowly forward.
And she let it happen.
She came within an inch of the pair; she felt her breath catch in her throat as Ivy cupped her face tenderly. The botanist gazed warmly into her eyes for a moment, appreciating their hue, before meeting their owner’s lips softly.
Selina twitched at first, but gradually felt herself ease into the kiss, her lips blending into the villain’s. They tingled as the cat tasted the most wonderful blend of flavors she had ever experienced, no doubt Ivy’s toxins taking affect. She had faith the seductress wasn’t using enough to actually kill her but was certain she’d break out into some kind of fever in the morning from it. She almost forgot to care as the sensation of the woman’s lips flooded her senses. She realized she had stopped breathing when Ivy pulled away, suddenly gasping for air.
Ivy chuckled fondly, running a finger over the thief’s jaw. Selina felt a new hand take hold of her cheek, Harley, turning the cat’s gaze slowly towards her. The blonde smiled with a false shyness before pulling her into new kiss. Her lips weren’t as sweet but were just as soft if not even softer than Ivy’s. She was far bolder than the botanist as well, slipping a clever tongue in as soon as she got the chance. Selina, whined in surprise but did nothing more to stop her, hating to admit the clown’s tongue on her own was a pleasant feeling.
When she pulled back Selina swore her head was swimming; a hand placed itself on the small of her back stilling her thoughts. “Harley…?” she heard Ivy by her ear, “Why don’t you show kitty to the bedroom?”
Harley bit her lip, muffling an excited squeal as she took hold of both of Selina’s hands pulling her down the hall, “Love to!”
“If this is some elaborate plot to get me to test one of your weird love potions—” the cat lamely protested as her legs followed the blonde through the door of the bedroom.
“Your trust issues are showing Lina,” Ivy rolled her eyes, as she tailed behind the pair, “just relax…” The trio came to a halt by the foot of the bed, finding the thief sandwiched between the two other women. “We’re here to take care of you,” Ivy cooed in her ear, resting her hands on the shorter woman’s waist, placing a kiss on the back of her neck. Selina fought the instinct to sigh.
“Yeah, we’ve got you babygirl,” Harley seconded, nuzzling her head beneath Selina’s chin, letting her hands drift up the woman’s torso, “let go” was all she said before planting soft kiss across her exposed collar bone.
Selina sighed a bit stiffly, lips in a tight line under the utter lack of inhibition the woman had. She took a few breaths, finding the courage to let her hand come to rest on the soft blonde head before her, the former doctor leaned into the touch with enthusiasm.
Ivy smiled behind them, letting her hands drift over the cat’s front, slowly unzipping her skintight body suit. Selina shuddered as the cool air whipped at her skin, her suit puddling around her ankles as Ivy laid kisses over her bare shoulders.
Harley coyly ran a finger across the thief’s jaw before lifting her own shirt over her head. She turned her back to the cat, glancing over her shoulder playfully as she quirked an eyebrow with a wide smile. Selina felt her cheeks run hot as her finger’s met the clasp of the blonde’s bra. Harley hummed as the article fell from her shoulders, leaning back to let herself rest against the other woman’s chest. She guided Selina’s hands upwards to fondle her petite breasts, moaning as those kleptomanic fingers glided over her already pert nipples. Satisfied, the clown draped her arms back to curl around the cat’s neck, releasing a heavy sigh.
Selina found her breathing coming faster now as she felt Ivy’s hands join her body pulling at her waist and guiding her hips to rest against her own. She cried out softly when sharp white teeth met the flesh of her neck.
“Easy,” Selina hissed between heavy breaths. She felt the botanist smirk against her skin.
“Aww what’s wrong…don’t you want a souvenir to remember tonight?” Ivy cooed as she planted more marks across her neck. “Don’t tell me the girl who dates a bat is scared of getting bitten~” Selina wanted to retort to that smart remark but the whimper in her throat killed any chances of sounding truly annoyed. Harley giggled.
“Come on Pammy, let’s get comfortable already,” the clown urged impatiently, “maybe it’ll help someone loosen up a bit easier?” Selina rolled her eyes.
The blonde skittered away hopping onto the soft mattress with a bounce, tossing her panties away without another thought. She leaned forward from her place in the center of the bed, eyeing burglar expectantly as she curled her finger, “here kitty kitty~” she cooed.
“I’m going to actually smack you Harleen,” Selina growled through narrowed eyes, but still approached the girl on the mattress.
“Is that a threat or a promise~?” Harley smirked before pulling the raven-haired woman into a fervent kiss.
Selina was slow to match her intensity but found the girl to be surprisingly patient with her, waiting for the cat to kiss back before feeling her up with excitement.
She was starting to get into it before Harley pulled back, turning Selina around to rest in her lap with her back against the clown’s breasts. The girl wrapped her arms around her, “you’ll want to watch this,” she breathed excitedly into her ear.
The thief cocked an eyebrow as Harley gestured to mother nature incarnate standing before them. Ivy was leaning against the wall, having been silently watching the pair in contentment, a pleased smile gracing her features. She smirked once Selina caught her eye, taking her shoulders off the wall to stand upright.
The cat gasped as she felt stray pale hands drift downwards hovering just above her damp folds. She turned to the clown before a commanding voice ordered, “eyes forward,” effectively snapping her neck back. Selina was certain she felt something throb at Ivy’s tone.
“Good kitty,” the redhead praised softly, letting a single hand drift down over her leotard between her breasts. In her hand’s wake, Selina saw the leaves which made up her clothes ebb away slowly.
Harley whined in her ear as she began rubbing her fingers against Selina’s pussy. Her movements prompted a quiet whine out of the thief as they both watched the woman magically disrobe herself. She heard the blonde’s breath shudder beside her, her hand picking up pace steadily and passionately as she excitedly watched the villain draw closer; its intensity nearly drew a out moan which Selina managed to stifle.
Staying quiet out of stubbornness was a bit hard when Ivy’s voluptuous breasts presented themselves before her eyes, the last of her garments shedding away leaving the woman free and nude. Ivy sighed, letting her hands tangle her windblown hair, before moving towards the pair on the bed, Harley’s hand at Selina’s wet lips only increasing speed with each step.
Selina found that she couldn’t keep her eyes open under relentless tempo as she rolled her hips against it. Ivy crawled onto the bed, stalking towards the thief not unlike a predator corners its prey. She grinned to herself seeing Selina trembling beneath Harley’s precise touch; the blonde was good with her hands—she would know. Ivy took gentle hold of the cat’s face as she planted a soft kiss on the crown of her head, earning a precious whimper.
She smirked, “Doesn’t that feel good kitten?” she purred. “Isn’t it nice? Are we finally relaxed now?” she goaded.
Selina cracked her eyes open enough to glare at the redhead, “sh-shut up,” she breathed. Ivy chuckled, kissing the bridge of her nose as the thief grumbled.
“What about meee?” Harley mock pouted, cocking her head.
Ivy smiled, “I’d never forget you, flower” she leaned up to meet her lips with the blonde’s. Harley moaned into the kiss gratefully, opening her mouth to allow the woman inside. The girl wrapped her free arm around the cat, holding her tight, coyly slipping a finger into her.
Selina whimpered beneath them.
“I think she’s close, red” the clown grinned.
“I think so too…but I think we can do a bit better than this don't you? Move your hand away Harley”
“What?” Selina demanded, incredulous; Ivy simply laughed. “We’re here to show you a good time, not just an average time,” she explained, giving Harley a look the blonde seemed to understand with enthusiasm, removing the cat from her lap and having her sit on her knees.
Selina shakily got her bearings, “Is that your game then?” She eyed the redhead skeptically who merely sat back and watched the clown reposition herself. “Get me worked up and leave me out to dry for your amusement?” Ivy only smiled back at her, clearly very amused.
“Finishing isn’t everything, you know Selina? The buildup can be much more fun”
“So much more fun,” Harley echoed as she nudged one of the cat’s legs aside so she could lie beneath her neglected entrance.
“Doesn’t tall dark and handsome know that?” the villain asked cocking her head. Selina lowered her gaze.
“We…we don’t really have the time to consider things like that,” she admitted quietly, hating how pathetic that sounded out loud.
Ivy tutted, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Well that just won’t do, will it?”
“Certainly not,” Harley agreed, gently palming the back of Selina’s thighs.
The cat glanced down at her for the first time, seeing the clown grin crookedly up at her. Her eyes flashed with a softness for a moment, catching Selina off guard before her tongue moved out to flick against her.
She gasped, clutching the sheets around them as the girl below experimented on her, gauging what movements got the best reactions. The thief bit her lip as a shuddered moan broke from her throat, her breaths escaping in soft gasps.
“That’s it kitten,” she heard Ivy murmur; Selina could practically hear the smugness etched on the redhead’s face by her tone alone. “Why don’t you purr for us?”
She shuddered again as she fought every urge to vocalize her pleasure. She wasn’t going to grant Ivy the satisfaction of giving in so easily; if she did, the redhead would never let her forget it, and Selina was not about to let Ivy have that leverage over her. She gazed back at the woman challengingly.
Ivy chuckled meeting her gaze, Selina’s fighting spirit seemed to only fuel her fire. “Don’t be so proud Selina,” she chided before pausing a beat thinking to herself, before humming pleasantly. “Or do...you know I love a challenge~” she grinned, darkly.
Harley hummed as if in agreement, the vibration threatened to send Selina over the edge.
“Something to add Harls?” The redhead asked, quirking a curious brow.
There was a long pause as the clown was currently lost in the sweet taste before her mouth. She eventually managed to pull away with a pleasant moan, “Sorry red...” she panted, catching her breath. Selina glanced down to see an impish glimmer in the blonde’s eyes. She glowered warningly at the clown, “don’t you fucking say it—!”
“…cat’s got my tongue~”
“Harley—!” she hissed, furling her hands as if she bore claws. The motion the was unfulfilled as the intense scent of flowers suddenly flooded her nose, stealing her breath away.
“Hush, kitten,” Ivy purred crawling forward to cup her face almost too gently, “don’t focus on her...” Selina hissed lightly in annoyance before her breath was stolen again, it was as if she were standing in a crisp meadow in springtime, the smell making her warm and lightheaded. Ivy’s pheromones. “…Focus on me~”
She could feel her mind becoming murky as the room turned to a gentle haze, the only clear thing in her view and the only thought that made any sense in her brain was the woman before her, smiling so charmingly.
“That’s much better,” Ivy whispered.
“Y-you said no weird pl-plant stu-” Selina drawled, mind becoming fuzzy.
“Well not exactly...you see I actually made no promises,” Ivy smiled mischievously, letting her hand sift through her short black hair. “But since relaxing around us seems like such a difficult concept for you to grasp I thought you could use some help. I was just looking out for you kitty— isn’t that a nice gesture?”
Selina cursed herself as her own tongue betrayed her as she let out a reluctant “yes” that wasn’t her own.
Ivy hummed, pleased; she was eating up every moment of this, “and what do we say when friends do nice things for us?”
The cat’s breaths were shallow gasps as she desperately clung to any sense of autonomy over her mouth. “Th-thank you” she failed, her cheeks burned with need.
Ivy smiled, slow and smug before leaning in for a deep kiss. Selina’s mind all but sizzled at the glorious contact, pushing back with earnest, every ounce of her body screaming for more.
When the redhead pulled away Selina cringed at the needy whine she let out at the loss of contact. “Speaking of friends doing nice things for us...” Ivy trailed off; as if on cue Harley’s tongue picked up pace, lapping against her, drinking in her taste and sucking hard against Selina's clit. Ivy’s pheromones were affecting the blonde just as much, her desire increasing twofold allowing her to finish the cat off almost instantaneously.
Selina whimpered gently as she came on the clown’s lips with a harsh twitch. Her lip trembled as the aftershocks tore through her, gripping the sheets fiercely for support. She felt green arms wrap around her tenderly.
“There, there kitten...mama’s got you,” Ivy purred, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, the cat flinched slightly beneath her. Harley rose to sit beside them pulling the cat into a heated kiss. Selina moaned shamelessly at the taste of herself on the jester’s tongue. Harley giggled faintly, “ther y’go kitty...” she slurred, face flushed with excitement and want, “now yer gettin it”
“Harley did such a good job didn’t she?” Ivy smiled as she watched them, “How about you say thank you?”
“Yes,” Selina breathed, pushing Harley down onto her back.
“Yesss,” Harley all but sang as she let the other woman lie atop her. They shared another heated kiss, before Selina took no hesitation in pawing at the clown’s breasts. She bit her lip admiring the sight of the petite mounds of flesh; Harley smiled up at her with a whimper, begging the cat for more. Selina was happy to oblige, pulling and twisting her nipples with fervor, taking hold of the blonde’s neck between her teeth, cherishing the wonderful cries that rewarded her.
A pale hand took hold of her own, trailing it down between her glistening thighs, “be a good girl,” Harley hissed in her ear.
The blonde was more than lubricated for two fingers to enter her immediately. She moaned in delight, “YES!”
Her eyes fluttered closed, enamored by the sensation of Selina’s skilled fingers pumping and scissoring her. She gripped onto the cat’s shoulders in near desperation, grinding her hips into her hand. “More!” Harley gasped, “Fuck, more!” she cried desperately. Selina’s hand were magic, but they weren’t enough for her…
“Allow me~” Ivy purred as she came to lie on her stomach beside the blonde. Harley gazed back at her with wide fragile eyes, like Ivy was the only thing in the world that mattered- which for Harley was the utter truth. The redhead smiled at her fondly, softly drifting a finger over the pale chin to guide it towards her lips.
Harley whimpered into the kiss, less from Selina curling inside her and more from the tender contact from Ivy. With her gentle attention, it wasn’t long before the clown came with a shrill cry muffled against the botanist’s lips.
Harley trembled as she regained her breath, Selina carefully pulling out of her as Ivy inched closer towards the jester on her back.
“My beautiful girl...” Ivy sighed, eyes filled with pure reverence. They shared another kiss, much softer this time. The gentle intimacy behind it was enough to momentarily snap Selina out of the libido induced trance she was in from Ivy’s pheromones...it also helped the villain was momentarily distracted.
Her instincts were screaming that now was the chance to slip away quietly before the maniacs could rope her into any further escapades, but she found she just didn’t have the willpower. Rather...she found she felt a twinge of pain.
The way the couple’s eyes locked like nothing else was important but each other, the way their hands trailed so softly over each other bodies. How Ivy’s breath caught in her throat so gently, the way her green eyes shone with nothing but pure trust as Harley smoothly entered into her. The way the clown’s free hand nestled on her hip so reassuringly as Ivy began to rock into her touch.
The quiet, “I’ve got you Pammy” Harley uttered just barely audible to Selina’s ear, obviously meant for Ivy’s ears alone as the villain came on the girl’s hand.
It was so tender
It was so intimate
It was so...
Warm
And it was nothing like what she had...
Selina swallowed thickly, forcing her eyes to stay dry, as she silently began to creep off of the bed; Ivy was currently catching her breath in the aftermath of her orgasm, surely, she wasn’t thinking of the thief. Neither of them had to be—why would they?
At least that’s what had assumed.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Ivy demanded gently, her tone for once held no cockiness. Selina’s head snapped back to see the pair eyeing her with what could be described as dejection.
“Yeah...don’t ya wanna stay, kitty?” Harley murmured, furrowing her brows as she reached out towards the feline.
“I...” her eyes glanced between the pale hand and the two pairs of eyes watching her. “I don’t think what you two have...I mean, I could never...I won’t—”
She paused to swallow the lump in her throat, “can’t,” she specified, “ever have that...”
Selina either couldn’t or didn’t want to put her feelings into words, instead she fixated her eyes on the corner of the bed, “I can’t have what you both have...” She couldn’t bear to look at them; she wasn’t strong enough. “But thank you for trying I suppose...” she muttered.
She almost had a leg off the bed when she felt something gently wrap around her arm. She glanced over to see a slim vine from one of the many plants within the room gently tug her back towards the women. Ivy had her finger curled, guiding the plant, and by extension Selina to return, her eyes were warm, usually an expression she only reserved for Harley.
“Don’t say such things,” the botanist said sternly, brushing a bead of sweat off the cat’s forehead. “That’s not true.”
Selina shook her head, hating the way her eyes pricked, “please, just stop. Really, I don’t want this right now”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed kitty,” Harley whispered, resting a hand on her thigh, “B-man’s the one who should be embarrassed. He don’t know how lucky he is to be with a gal like you...”
Selina couldn’t bring herself to speak, she only shook her head again in denial. She exhaled a shaky breath; she couldn’t stop her shoulders as they began to faintly tremble.
“Shh kitten,” Ivy shushed, pulling the cat’s head to rest against her chest, “it’s alright.” She stroked her short hair as reluctant tears managed to evade the thief’s defenses.
“Yeah we’ll always be here for you Lina,” Harley moved to sit on the other side of her, resting her head against her olive shoulder, “we love you”
Selina whimpered authentically from the first time that night, not from pheromones and not from arousal...just out of raw emotion. She felt small as she let herself cry soundlessly against Ivy’s chest as Harley planted soft kisses on the warm skin of her back.
After a moment, the cat blinked the tears from her eyes to look up at the gentle green ones staring down at her so kindly, so filled with warmth... Selina felt something flip inside her.
She took a breath to compose herself before straightening her neck to meet the woman’s lips, earnestly. Ivy was surprised for a moment before delightfully leaning back into the touch with a hum.
Selina pulled away to mirror the gesture to the clown who giggled, kissing back with glee. Harley fell to lie on her side pulling the cat down with her as they continued to kiss. Selina felt Ivy move to spoon her from behind.
She gasped gently when a firm green hand moved her leg to hook over Ivy’s hip.
A hand drifted down to finger her still damp folds. Selina sighed longingly at the touch, moving her hips against the welcome hand. Harley took hold of her breasts, squeezing gently as she suckled at the aroused nipples. The thief moaned softly pushing back against the pair.
“Purr for us kitty~” the botanist cooed in her ear.
Selina moaned brokenly... in all honesty it did sound a lot like a purr. Her eyes fell shut under Ivy’s skilled touch, back arching when a lithe finger entered her. She trembled as a stray tear fell from her eye. “Shhh, we’ve got you,” Harley murmured against her, “just let go”
She listened, pushing into the pale hands kneading her chest as her hips rolled with need. She could feel heat pooling within her stomach. “I-I’m…” she gasped.
“Ours,” Ivy cooed.
Harley smiled, “ours~”
The cat drew in a sharp gasp, “yours” she cried, cumming hard against the women. She trembled in their grasp as they planted kisses all over her quivering body before meeting each other’s lips fondly.
Ivy took Selina’s ear between her teeth, suckling gently as the cat caught her breath, utterly spent. “Good kitty~” she purred, sending warm shills over the thief’s skin, earning a wonderful whimper from her lips as she placed a kiss on her temple.
Harley giggled as she moved to nuzzle snuggly beneath Selina’s chin, kissing warmly below her jaw. Selina felt her heart thrum in her chest as the pair wrapped their arms around her tenderly. A feeling overtook her in that moment; it wasn’t purely unknown but it had been neglected for a very long time:
For the first time in a very long while, Selina Kyle felt wanted and cherished.
She could have melted into this feeling…it practically buzzed against her skin.
She realized after a moment that the buzzing sensation was in fact Harley in front of her. She glanced down to the clown just barely containing a childish grin, beaming up at her.
Selina sighed heavily. “What?” She asked tentatively.
“Is it time for a catnap then?”
The thief groaned exasperated, palming a hand into her face as Ivy chuckled softly behind her.