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Dinah wasn’t even supposed to be in the area, is the thing.
She hadn’t been anywhere near this neighbourhood since everything with Roman went down, but she had to meet with a contact when something came up that Renee couldn’t avoid, so Dinah had headed down to a cafe about four blocks from the old Black Mask Club to meet with someone who’d turned out to have literally no useful information at all.
The sun is setting as she leaves the cafe, and she’s wondering if she wants to take a cab or the bus when there’s a series of weird bangs behind her. When she turns to look, an old green minivan is speeding down the street with smoke pouring out of its back door, someone in the front tossing different-coloured smoke flares out the window.
Dinah sighs. She really doesn’t want to get involved with anything tonight, not alone, and she doesn’t even have a car with her; there’s no way she’d catch up with whoever is causing the havoc.
Still, she’sabout to head after it on foot when a familiar car pulls up right next to her and an even more familiar head sticks itself out the window.
“Canary! Need a lift?”
Harley doesn’t even wait for Dinah to close the door behind herself before she’s speeding off again.
Whatever is causing black smoke to pour out of the van is clearly winning, because in front of them the van grinds to a halt.. Harley hits the brakes, skidding to a stop and almost hitting the van.
Neither of them move. Suddenly, someone bursts out of the van’s door, clutching a giant armful of what look like iridescent water balloons. The guy looks around frantically, and Dinah can see that he looks barely older than fifteen. He also looks completely terrified.
Harley slowly puts the car in gear as quietly as she can, but the kid must hear it start to move because he panics, running towards them and hurling one of the water balloon things through the window. It hits the handbrake and shimmers ominously. When Dinah looks back outside, all she can see is the kid’s retreating back.
Then from behind her, she hears a sharp crack, followed by a bashful “oops”.
Dinah coughs and waves her hands in front of her face, trying to get rid of the weird pink haze that’s filling the car. Next to her, Harley inhales deeply with a considering look on her face, before turning to Dinah with wide eyes.
“Well that was a mistake,” Harley says, before leaning over to grab Dinah’s face and pull her into a rough kiss.
It takes far too long for Dinah’s brain to snap back online and shove Harley away from her.
She stares at Harley across the car, both of their chests heaving, Harley’s lips slick and red and her pupils big and dark. The haze is starting to dissipate a little, but Dinah’s skin still feels tight and hot, and she has to press her thighs tightly together to even be able to think.
“What the fuck?”
“It’s an aerosolized aphrodisiac,” Harley explains, waving her hands through the haze. “A substance that creates a heightened sense of sexual desire in people who consume it. Mostly just a marketing gimmick, but this one feels… weaponised.”
“I know what an aphrodisiac is, Harley,” Dinah snapped. “Are you telling me that infant has dosed us with fucking sex pollen?”
“Yep.” Harley pops the P hard. She taps her mouth with her index finger, dragging the tip slowly along her lower lip, before trailing it down her neck to the edge of her t-shirt. Dinah literally can’t stop her gaze from following the movement, and she can practically feel her own cheeks flushing as she looks.
“C’mon.” Harley clambers over the seats, laying herself out on the backseat and looking back at Dinah expectedly.
“What?” Dinah’s skin feels clammy.
Harley rolls her eyes and gestures between them, then vaguely at her crotch.
“It’s sex pollen. How do you think we’re going to fix this?”
“Harley, I’m not going to fuck you.”
Harley pushes herself up onto her elbows. “You sure about that, Canary?”
Dinah’s pretty sure, she thinks. Harley’s flopped her legs open in a half-assed attempt to look enticing, and it shouldn’t be sexy at all because Harley’s wearing cut-offs with one leg a solid two inches longer than the other and a worn-out t-shirt with her own face on the front of it; but there’s a dark itch working its way up Dinah’s spine, getting worse with every breath she takes, and she’s halfway through the gap between the seats before she even realises she’s moving.
She lands in a heap on the car floor, Harley staring down at her. There's less haze down here, and Dinah can clearly see the flush of Harley's cheeks, spreading down her neck to her chest.
She doesn't move. Harley, untouched, squirms on the back seat.
"Canary," she whines finally, her hand falling to her own waistband, and that's when Dinah's control snaps.
She pushes up on to her knees and grabs Harley's face, dragging her in for a kiss. Harley clutches the front of her shirt and pulls Dinah down after her, melting as she's pressed into the car seat.
Neither of them hesitates to deepen the kiss, licking into each other's mouths before Dinah even has a chance to get into a more comfortable position than awkwardly folded into the space between the front and back seats. She tries to break away to find any other position but as soon as their lips disconnect, Harley whines and clutches the front of Dinah's shirt so tightly she can hear a seam rip.
Even as the haze has started dissipating, the effects are still going full-force, the itch under Dinah's skin only calming whenever she's physically touching Harley.
It takes her a second to haul herself up onto the seat without breaking contact, Harley's lips the only thing she can care about in the entire world. She settles above her, forearms on the seat either side of her head, and presses her thigh between Harley's, laughing into her mouth when Harley instantly starts grinding against her.
Harley's hands clutch at her hips, trying to keep her steady. But Dinah can't kiss her like she wants to and keep her thigh pressed tight against her without unbalancing, and Harley gets impatient pretty quickly.
"More, more," Harley pants, her hands tangling with Dinah's as they both try and undo her shorts. Harley doesn't even need to stop kissing her while she twists her leg up to yank off her sneaker and toss it somewhere. When they finally manage to coordinate enough to open her shorts, she only bothers to pull them and her underwear off one leg, leaving the rest hanging off her ankle as she hooks her free leg over Dinah's hip.
Dinah doesn't hesitate to slide her hand up Harley's thigh, cupping her pussy with her whole hand, middle and ring finger already teasing at her entrance. Harley clutches at Dinah's hair so hard Dinah's amazed she doesn't pull a whole handful out. She keens sharply against Dinah's neck, her mouth too sloppy with arousal to keep kissing her.
With her mouth pressed against Harley's temple and her fingers pressed against her pussy, Dinah's mind is just clear enough to wonder if Harley gets this wet this fast normally or if it's another side effect of the pink smoke. She doesn't have long to think about it though, before Harley tightens her hand in her hair and tries to drag Dinah’s face back to her mouth.
Dinah doesn't let her, straightening the arm that's keeping her balanced over her, watching Harley's face while she slowly circles her clit with two fingers before sliding down to press against her entrance even more slowly.
She doesn't push inside yet, even though she can tell Harley's body would welcome her in an instant. She presses the heel of her palm firmly against Harley's clit and watches her face flush even redder while she chews on her lip.
"Eyes open, Quinzel."
It takes a second, but Harley opens her eyes and looks up at her, her hand going lax in Dinah's hair. Dinah rewards her with two fingers inside her and Harley's back arches clear off the seat at the intrusion, trying to roll her hips back onto Dinah's fingers before Dinah wants to move yet.
She holds her fingers still inside Harley until she stops squirming, and finally dips down to kiss her again just as she starts to move her fingers. Harley shouts into her mouth, punching the back of the front seat with the hand that's not limply tangled in Dinah's hair.
Two fingers curled inside her seem barely enough for Harley, who's clutching Dinah's arm and whispering 'more' into her mouth even though Dinah’s ignoring her. Dinah doesn't want to speed up yet, not until she's desperate.
She pulls back from the kiss again to watch Harley's face. Harley stares back at her, eyes almost all pupil, and whines again, trying to rock down deeper on Dinah's fingers.
Dinah doesn't let her, but she smiles down at Harley and purses her lips to blow a tiny kiss across the few inches that separate them. Harley pouts just a little and raises her free hand to press her fingers against Dinah's lips, trying to push past her teeth into her mouth.
Dinah doesn't let her do that either. She just bites gently at the pad of Harley's index finger and then drops her head down to kiss her again, pressing her lips against her temple, her lips, her jaw, her neck.
She bypasses Harley's chest entirely, because Harley's still wearing a tshirt with her own face on it and even in her current state, Dinah isn't dealing with that. The shirt's already rucked halfway up her torso anyway, and Dinah stops to leave a tiny hickey just under Harley's bellybutton before she hooks Harley's bare leg over her shoulder and presses her tongue against her clit.
Harley hisses and finally manages to tighten her grip in Dinah's hair just enough that Dinah can feel a tug. Dinah laughs for just a second, then wraps her lips around Harley's clit to suck hard right as she slips a third finger inside of her.
"Fuck."
Exactly, Dinah thinks, and then stops thinking at all, zeroing in entirely on Harley's pussy under her tongue, Harley's pussy tight around her fingers, Harley's taste, sharp and sweaty and just verging on too much.
It doesn't take much more than that to make Harley come, her constant movements getting bigger and less coordinated while Dinah thrusts into her, until she tightens her legs around Dinah so closely Dinah can barely move and comes, laughing wildly as her body jerks and jerks before slowly relaxing back into the seat.
Dinah’s panting hot sticky breaths against the crease of Harley’s thigh, feeling her mind getting clearer with every second, when she hears the sirens.
“Oh fuck.”
Harley nearly knees her in the face as she grabs the handle above the door so she can pull herself up and slither back into the front seat, her jeans and underwear still rucked down around her ankle. Dinah barely has a chance to climb back into the passenger seat before Harley guns the engine and speeds off in the opposite direction from the sirens.
They’re both silent until the sirens are barely audible
The haze from earlier is almost gone, and Dinah should be back to feeling normal, but unfortunately all she can think about is that Harley still hasn’t pulled her bottoms back on. That Harley’s just sitting there speeding through the city with her probably sensitive, definitely wet, post-orgasm pussy pressed against the car seat. She shifts in her own seat, suddenly very aware that she didn’t come close to touching herself when they were in the backseat.
They speed through three red lights before Harley nearly sends Dinah through the windshield pulling to a hard stop at the next one so a tiny old lady can slowly inch across the crosswalk with her walker.
She risks a glance at the driver’s seat. Harley’s bopping her head to some imaginary music, tapping out an entirely different rhythm on the steering wheel, and shimmying her hips against the car seat.
Dinah swallows.
Harley guns the engine and takes off again, glancing over and catching Dinah staring. She winks.
“Don’t worry Canary, you know I’m good for it.”
Harley has never been remotely good for any debt in her life, but before Dinah can say anything, Harley reaches over with one hand to gently squeeze Dinah’s left breast. The car swerves across the entire street as she does it.
They pull to a stop on a street Dinah isn’t particularly familiar with. The building looks like an abandoned warehouse, but a lot of buildings in Gotham look like abandoned warehouses, so that isn’t saying much.
In the driver’s seat, Harley is wiggling back into her underwear, though her shorts have just been abandoned on the car’s floor.
“I can try and call up Pammy for more sex smoke if -”
Dinah shudders. “Absolutely not.”
She gets out of the car. For a second, Harley just stares, like she hadn’t actually been expecting Dinah to come. When the car door slams, she shakes her head and scrambles out of the car.
Dinah looks at her. Harley’s in just her t-shirt, underwear, and one sneaker. She’s still, unfortunately, hot. Dinah sighs internally and gestures at the door.
“Please, lead the way.”
Harley claps her hands and grins, grabbing Dinah’s hand to drag her into the building.
Dinah lets herself be dragged.