As it turned out, that would be enough to last them until they got home – but just barely. Harley's hand found its way back to Pam's bare thigh as Pam aimed the Prius toward home like an energy-efficient little bullet powered by a hybrid of sexual tension and desperation. "Harley," Pam breathed as lithe fingers resumed their earlier upward trajectory, slipping under the green fabric and inching slowly higher until they ghosted against her soaking center.

"Mmm?" Harley mumbled, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Pam's bare shoulder now (her blazer still lay discarded in the trunk). "Want me to stop?" She continued making light, back-and-forth strokes until Pam's fingers clenched white on the steering wheel, her breath coming in short gasps.

"No – I mean, we should – I mean, look we're home!" Pam managed to pant out, absurdly impressed at her own ability to remain somewhat coherent. She pulled the Prius into their assigned parking space, then pulled Harley into her lap, sliding the seat back to avoid honking the horn. One hand tangled in Harley's blonde hair, slightly longer and wilder from her time in prison, and the other found her ass and squeezed.

Harley moaned against Pam's eager lips, rocking on top of her just like in the back seat. "Goddammit, Pam," she husked, "don't you dare go seducing me again. It's my turn to make you come apart, and I can't reach you like this." She flopped her hand around comically to illustrate.

Pam sighed and gentled her eager exploration of Harley's mouth, resting her forehead against the blonde's chest. "Fine," she said, squeezing Harley's tight rear one last time just to feel her respond, "let's go inside."

They managed to tumble out of the Prius and into the elevator that would take them from the parking garage up to their floor. Pam had just pressed the button for said floor when she felt a tight body pressing up close behind her, lips warm and wet against the spot between her shoulder blades – and eager fingers once more slipping up the inside of her thigh. "Baby," she whispered, falling forward against the elevator wall.

Harley was just reaching her goal when the elevator opened on the 2nd floor – far too soon. She pulled back in surprise, and both women looked at the numbers. When Pam had fallen against them, she'd hit every button in the apartment complex. Harley giggled and said, "It looks like a Christmas tree!"

"Is that from White Christmas?" Pam said, turning to face Harley.

The younger woman giggled and stood on tiptoe to kiss the redhead on the nose. "God, you're cute. It's from Elf, but I'm so proud of you for trying." Pam retaliated by tickling her in the ribs, and then let her go when the doors opened on their floor.

Pam looked at Harley almost shyly as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, then took Harley by the hand and led her into their home.

She smiled when Harley gasped, observing the blonde with a loving smile as she took in every inch of the welcome that Pam had planned for her. Candles would have posed a fire hazard, so Pam had ordered 100 electric tea lights and set them up, evenly spaced, on every horizontal surface in the apartment. They lined the edge of the kitchen counter, teetered on the back of the loveseat, and (perhaps most critically) formed a path to the bedroom.

And the flowers – Pam eagerly anticipated the moment when the morning light would flood in and show them to Harley in all their glory, but even in the dim light of the flickering electric candles Harley turned to her, threw her arms around Pam's neck, and whispered, "Tuberoses and coral roses! My new favorites. Thank you."

"Thank that interfering bitch Selina," Pam said with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of Harley's head. Her smile widened when she heard Harley's answering giggle.

And then Harley stopped giggling. She leaned back and looked up into Pam's eyes, her own blue eyes twinkling brighter than 100 competing electric flames. "I'm going to take you to bed now," Harley said, hunger evident in her voice, before leaning up to capture Pam's lips in a heated kiss. Pam felt that small pink tongue she'd craved for so long flicking against her lips and parted them to grant Harley entrance. She sucked lightly on Harley's tongue as the younger woman explored, lightly pressing into Pam's mouth and then retreating, over and over again.

They held each other tight, knowing all too well now the pain of being separated. Pam brought both hands up to the sides of Harley's face, tracing paths along the soft skin of her neck, the hard line of her jawbone.

Harley, however, was a bit more impatient. She released her hold around Pam's shoulders and slid her hands down her sides, down the outsides of her thighs until her fingers curled under the hem of the green halter dress. Pam gasped as fingernails scraped her skin lightly, as she felt the fabric of her skirt being hiked up ever so slowly, as Harley began walking her backwards until her lower back bumped against the kitchen counter, never ceasing her gentle yet insistent plundering of Pam's mouth.

"I'm sure," Harley said roughly, breaking loose from Pam's mouth for a second, her fingers inching still higher and now digging in just below Pam's hips, "that whatever you've done to the bedroom is simply breathtaking. But, baby–" and here she yanked Pam's dress up to her waist, and Pam hissed quietly when cool air met her growing arousal – "I can't fucking wait that long."

She dropped to her knees, paused for a split second and growled at the sight before her – and then plunged forward and pressed her face firmly into the cleft between Pam's legs. They both moaned the second Harley's tongue made contact, and Pam's hips canted forward, instinctively granting Harley deeper access.

"God, Harley," Pam breathed, rocking against her in little pulses that perfectly matched the short, upward, merciless strokes of Harley's tongue. "Need you . . . so . . . bad." Harley hummed in response, and the resulting vibrations had Pam grasping the edge of the counter with both hands just to stay upright.

She felt as though all the nerve endings in her body were concentrated along the wet path traced by Harley's eager tongue, that she would slowly be drawn through it like light into a black hole and turned inside out. Pam could feel her arousal escalating at an impossible rate, fueled by their separation and the intensity of their desire. Harley's tongue lapped against her, now slipping over her engorged nub, now dipping into her waiting center.

"Please," Pam begged, not even sure what she was asking for – but Harley knew, and seconds later a slender finger entered her. Pam's head fell back, her mouth open in a wordless cry, and one of her hands left the counter to tangle in Harley's hair, holding her willing captive locked in place, her lips and tongue making short work of Pam's clit while her finger pumped in and out of her.

"Harley," Pam sighed, feeling her walls already start to tighten around Harley's finger, her hips speeding up their rhythm against her face. "Baby – I'm gonna –"

And then Harley plunged another finger in, and Pam was cresting, wave after wave pounding into her and leaving her a shuddering mess, her legs quivering and twitching as Harley relentlessly stroked and licked her into oblivion.

Pam slid, boneless, down the counter to lie on the floor, and Harley managed to detach herself smoothly before moving up to curl into Pam's side, her head on Pam's heaving chest, her arm wrapped firmly around her waist. "Um . . . welcome home?" Pam managed to gasp out after a minute, and Harley giggled.

They lay there, peaceful, until Pam's breathing slowed. Harley cleared her throat and leaned up on one elbow so she could look down at her, tangling red curls absently around one finger. "Now that you've more or less recovered . . . I feel like those little tea lights are telling me to go into the bedroom. Should we follow them?"

The smile that lit Pam's face then was like a sunrise, even in the dim glow of the little candles – a gradual brightening followed by an intense blaze you couldn't tear your eyes away from even if you wanted to. "Lead the way," she said.

And Harley did.