I want the K! ( i know this is really late, SUE ME! )
18: Underwater Kiss
They’d been drunk, of course. When were they not, these days?
A selective, high up party in downtown Gotham had practically called their names that night. It had been a healthy mix of people, truly. Good, tax-paying citizens and ‘villains’ alike. Ivy was sure he had seen Penguin, but lost sight when Harley had surprised him from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist and offering him another drink.
Hours had flown by, filled with interesting conversations, plenty of alcohol, and Harley always touching some part of him. Ivy did nothing to shake the physical touch. Rather, he leaned into it. It was nice. Comfortable. And he had long stopped caring about the stares they would receive.
They were near the pool when a random party goer attempted to flirt with them. It was pathetic, really, the man slurring most of his words. Ivy simply rolled his eyes, intending to lead them away in the next minute or so. Those plans were shot down, however, when the stranger suddenly reached for him.
Normally Ivy would have simply grabbed the offender’s hand, setting poison into his veins. The alcohol clouded his mind, though, and without thinking about it he stepped back. Nothing but air greeted him, and the hybrid realized too late that the pool was directly behind him.
With a ‘SPLASH’ he fell into the cold, chemical filled water. He wasn’t alone for long, though.
Barely a second had passed by before the botanist had company within the murky waters. Emerald eyes opened, burning, to gaze at the familiar red clothes and flash of blonde, now wet, hair. Ivy reached out instantly, their fingers entwining and pulling them closer. The hybrid felt another hand circle his waist, and in response his other hand moved through the water to clasp the back of Harley’s head.
Strange, how the lack of air seemed to slow down time. Yet his lungs did not burn for air just yet. He yearned for something else, though.
Given that Harley’s face was suddenly incredibly close to his own he assumed his friend wished for the same things.
Lips, wet and soft, covered his own in a bizarre but electrifying kiss. They shared their very oxygen, the energy of their lives. It was fitting, really. The had shared their souls long ago.
Surrounded by the gentle waters, nothing else mattered. It was them against the world. Against biology and self preservation and the very life force that held them together.
When they finally broke free and surfaced from the water, they did not part from each other. The party continued on, yet they stayed in the middle of the pool. Lips, poisonous and willing, could not stray from wet skin.
They stayed together until they could not longer fight out the shivers of the cold water.
Later, they shivered for entirely different reasons.
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