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Title: Teddy Bear
Disclaimer: Don’t own them
Characters: Harley/Ivy
Claim: Harley & Ivy
Rating: PG
Prompt: 5. Snuggle
Word count: 437
Ivy sighed, already knowing that the battle had been lost before it had even started. “Harl,” she began. “Harl, it’s time to get up.”
“Zombie bugs,” came the muffled reply originating from her chest.
“What? No! Harley! I have to get up now, c’mon; I’ve got things I need to be getting on with.”
Harley made a contented coo and buried her head into Ivy’s neck, drawing her impossibly closer, completely oblivious to her partner’s grunts of protest. It was times like these that made Ivy wonder if Harley even lived in the same house as that bastard clown.
Ivy screwed her eyes shut, partly out of exasperation, partly out of annoyance. If she’d known way back then that mornings were going to be like this she wouldn’t have given Harley that strength enhancing serum. Really, what had she been thinking?
With a grunt, Ivy pushed her weight against the arms of steel that so lovingly kept her captive to no avail. It was all so pointless. She could scream, but Ivy doubted that even Black Canary could wake Harley from her slumber and the last time she had tried to fight her way out from the much loathed, one-sided morning snuggles, Harley had ended up on the floor with a bruised stomach and had gone running back to Joker the very same day.
And Ivy didn’t even want to even think about calling on her babies to assist her. Not after what happened the last time…especially after that last time.
Repressing a shudder at the memory, Ivy racked her brains trying to think a way out of her predicament and came up with nothing. In the past she’d tried whispering seductively in Harley’s ear, tried imitating Joker’s voice, claimed that the aforementioned bastard had come to pick her up, declared that an alien invasion was underway…
And nothing.
Harley might as well have been made of stone – until late morning at any rate.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. Ivy had already overslept, and unlike some people, she had a million and one things to do before noon. Urgent matters of life and death that required her immediate attention, and there was certainly nothing on that to-do-list that included watching abysmal daytime television - or snacking for that matter.
Glumly, Ivy leaned into the unwanted cuddle and stared gloomily at the glass of water that stood so invitingly, and so out-of-reach on the bedside table. It wasn’t fair.
“I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes. Nobody else has to put up with this nonsense,” Ivy muttered, lethargically stroking Harley’s back.
“Zombie puppies,” Harley agreed.
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Zombie puppies. Heh.
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Even Joker fears zombie puppies.:)
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Very much them! :)
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