BAE Chapter 82

“Pam, all of this,” Barbara says, making a grand gesture, “…is built on optimism. Optimism that people can change. If I was your kind of realist, you wouldn’t be here.”

Ivy blinks, startled. Barbara goes into the bathroom.

Barbara peels off her clothes and steps into the shower. Just when she’d been starting to get used to having something extra down there, she’s back to normal. This is probably better for her agility, but it’s bittersweet.

She rinses and washes, pausing with her hand between her legs under the hot water.

Everything seems right. It’s just hard to be sure because it’s not something that she ever thought about. And it seems to work because even though she’s not a raging inferno of lust, Ivy’s flirting and this situation have still gotten under her skin. There’s definitely a tingle down there.

She finishes up and gets out, pausing when she notices Ivy’s towels. They’re green. Is this Lucius having a sense of humor? Or did Ivy request them? Barbara’s not about to ask.

She wraps herself in a towel and steps out to find Ivy sitting on the bed, which is unmade. In her lap is a tablet, and Barbara knows exactly what she’s been reading because it’s all monitored. Just scientific journals. Ivy was never allowed to have those in Arkham. Ivy likes to flirt, but she’s probably much thirstier for knowledge.

“You smell so much better now,” Ivy says. She pats the bed, then climbs off and stands aside.

Barbara can play dumb, but what’s the point? She sits, hiding her nerves. It takes a lot to do it, but she lifts her towel a little and spreads her legs.

Ivy gives her a disdainful look.

Barbara rolls her eyes and opens the towel fully.

“That’s more like it.” Ivy takes the sampling kit from the small table by the bed and kneels in front of her, close enough that Barbara can smell body wash.

“All right,” Ivy says quietly. It’s not as though Barbara doesn’t have an OB/GYN, it’s just different when it’s someone other than her, and that someone is also Poison Ivy.

“Aren’t you going to wear gloves?” Barbara babbles nervously.

“Seems like a waste,” Ivy replies. Her touch is light and cursory, really just a few prods. “Outer lips normal, inner lips normal. Sensitivity in the pubic area?” She places two fingers just above Barbara’s mound, pressing lightly. It’s exactly the spot where her penis used to be.

Barbara swallows, blushing hotly. “Not more than… I would feel if somebody was doing that before I had a thing there.”

“That feels OK?” Ivy presses in several spots.

It feels better than OK.

“Feels fine,” Barbara replies, forcing a smile.

“OK. Clitoral hood, unremarkable. You coming out, buddy?”

“Are you speaking to my clitoris?”

“I need some blood flow down here to assess Bartholin function and to make sure your clit is still sensitive. How much money do you think Wayne Enterprises will make if you release a **** that makes your clit no fun anymore?” Ivy asks, still intent on Barbara’s bits.

“Fair enough,” Barbara replies. Her voice is getting weirdly high.

“It’s OK. Come on.” Ivy trails a finger up Barbara’s slit, then pressing her palm against the mound, expertly being firm without overdoing it.

Barbara takes a deep breath through her nose. “Oh boy.”

“Good. Very good.” Ivy almost sounds like a real doctor when she’s like this. “There you are.”

“I’m sorry?” Barbara says, flustered.

“Your clit.”

“Oh.”

“Good. Now, we’ll make sure that these glands are working.” Ivy licks her middle finger and touches Barbara’s hood. She rubs back and forth softly. Barbara shudders and resists the urge to close her legs as feelings shoot up through her stomach. “How much moisture would be normal for you?”

“Normal in what situation?”

“Did you ever have any issues in that department? Did you ever need to use extra lube?”

Barbara rolls her eyes. “No. I, uh, always had plenty.”

“All right. I want to check inside. Is that OK?”

“What? You’re asking?”

“Of course, I’m asking.”

Barbara blinks a couple of times. “Um, OK.” She braces herself.

“Relax, please.”

“I’m trying!”

Ivy smiles up at her patiently. Barbara takes some deep breaths.

“OK, go,” she says, then blows out her breath as Ivy slides her finger inside.

Barbara closes her eyes for several moments. When she opens them, Ivy’s putting the cap on a small vial.

“What now? Taste test?” she asks, relieved.

Ivy places the vial back into the kit, then wipes her wet finger on her tee. That done, she places her hands on Barbara’s knees and looks up at her.

“Is that something you’d be open to?” she asks.

“You’re unbelievable.” Barbara can’t help but laugh.

“I’m Poison Ivy,” Ivy replies.

Barbara sobers somewhat. “I’d like you to think of yourself as Pamela Isley.”

“And I’d like some human contact.”

“I can set you up a therapy appointment.”

“With a beautiful woman.”

“I’m sure there’s a beautiful woman.”

“With a beautiful woman who’s naked in my bed.”

Barbara’s heart is thudding. “I guess it’s in my interests to keep you happy.”

Ivy dives in as though Barbara just fired the starting pistol at a race. Barbara yelps and grabs her head, letting out an uncharacteristically slutty moan as Ivy’s expert tongue goes to town. Barbara claps a hand over her mouth. Audio is monitored and recorded here. They aren’t on video, but if they’re loud… Wayne Enterprises security will hear it all.

Ivy pauses, licking at Barbara’s slit and kissing her wet inner thighs.

“Shhhh,” a flustered Barbara hisses desperately.

“I’m not the loud one,” Ivy says seductively, looking up at her.

Barbara hesitates, stricken by the situation. “Are you doing plant sex magic on me?” she demands in a hoarse whisper.

“Doesn’t seem like I need to.” Ivy’s fingers slide between Barbara’s legs, but only for a moment. She climbs into Barbara’s lap and kisses her aggressively, her lips still damp with Barbara’s juices. Ivy pushes her down, covering her neck in hickeys while her skillful fingers easily take Barbara’s arousal to the brink.

But not over it. Barbara comes to her senses with Ivy’s face between her legs again, and one hand squeezing her breast. This is Poison Ivy. She has killed a lot of people and done a lot of damage.

Ivy notices Barbara’s sudden tension and looks up, chin dripping.

Barbara just stares back at her.

Should Barbara tell her to stop?

Or not?