A/N: Hi, this is my first Joker/Harley Quinn story I'm publishing and it's also the first fanfiction I've published on here in years. I've never published (or even written) much smut/erotica before so it feels kind of weird to be doing so, but hopefully some people will enjoy it. This is an extremely rough draft so I will probably have to rewrite and republish but I wanted to get some feedback and also share. This takes place about twenty-four hours after the Joker rescues Harley from Belle Reve. They've already had that first reunion celebration with the iced grape soda on the bearskin rug. ;)
Harley wasn't sure how long they slept. She had been deeply asleep and then been raised to the blissful state between dreams and wakefulness by the feel of J's lips on hers. She sighed, eyes still closed, and then felt him carefully move his body on top of hers. Her eyes fluttered open before he started kissing her again, slowly and deeply, in a way she could never remember them doing before. She followed his lead and returned the kiss in the slow and deep manner, lips parted and mouths moving against each other needfully, soundlessly...like drowning, no air. She wondered if she was still dreaming.
She moaned through the kiss. "Puddin'," she whispered, as his nose and lips still brushed softly against hers. "What are you doin'..." The kiss had created such an intense feeling of warmth and longing she felt short of breath.
"You don't know how much I missed you," he murmured in a near whisper. He turned his head and began moving his lips down her neck, still uncharacteristically slow and soft. "I need you...I want you..."
She gave another gasp as he kissed her neck, the base of her throat, her breasts and the hollow in between them. She put her hands in his hair. "Puddin'," she whispered again before spreading her legs and pulling them back so that they rested against his hips.
He brought his lips back to hers. "Wait, baby," he whispered. "Just a few moments." He went back to kissing her, tongue working gently against hers, hands playing in her hair. She rested her hands on his hair in turn, if only because she needed something to hold on to. She now knew she wasn't dreaming, but it was so different from anything that they'd done it might as well be a dream.
Finally she broke away and whimpered, "Please." He looked into her eyes for a moment, expression in his eyes unfathomable even to her. She gazed back up at him, knowing he would see the longing and pleading, the needing and hopeless love he was causing her to feel, had always caused her to feel...not just in her heart but deep in her stomach and legs.
He didn't say anything back, but continued to gaze at her and his hips began to grind slowly and steadily against her hips and pelvis, not in a teasing way but in a determined, purposeful one. She kept her eyes on his, struggling to keep her breath steady.
"Please," she whispered again.
He rested his forehead against her in acknowledgement and assent. She felt his hand on her knee as he shifted one of her legs away from him. She closed her eyes in relief and anticipation, moving her hands from where she'd moved them on his arms to his shoulders.
His forehead and nose pressed against hers and her breath caught in her throat as she felt him enter her, still slowly and purposefully. It usually happened so fast. He pulled his face away from hers, just a little, and she opened her eyes again. The same look was in his eye as he started moving deep within her. A shaky, barely audible noise escaped her and her eyes fluttered shut, bathing in the feeling.
He continued the same determined rhythm as he moved inside her, hitting every nerve that caused her to exhale and inhale in deep gasps in time to the movements, overwhelmed by the feeling that her body was eventually going to burst. Harley gazed up at him in astonishment and reverence.
It seemed to last a wonderful eternity, the only noise she heard from him deep, even breaths that matched the thrusts and her own inhales and exhales. Every time she thought she couldn't wait any longer, or thought he wouldn't be able to last, he only kept going deeper and harder. Finally, as she gripped his shoulders with her hands, eyes closed and head turned, mouth open in a silent effort to draw breath, she heard him whisper in a voice she hardly ever heard, had impossibly heard over the roar of helicopter rotors and machine gun fire. Come on, baby, he had said.
"Fire in my loins," he whispered and she gasped. He cradled her cheek in his hand as he continued the even pace. "My one, my only..."
Her nails dug into his shoulders and back as she began to arch her neck and spine, another strangled noise escaping from her. So close, so close...
"Come on, baby," he whispered, as he thrust the deepest and hardest inside her that he probably ever had. "Come on."
As the words died on his lips and he gave the last long, determined thrust, she did. Like the rest of it, it was unlike anything they'd experienced together before. She didn't scream, or laugh, or make any other noise except a high pitched whimper and gasp, but the moment of bliss was better than it had ever been. Tremors moved throughout her entire body and against him, her neck and back still arching against the bed until her head came off the pillow. When it ended she collapsed down again, gasping, and she heard his breath catch as he let go of himself.
As her body shook and she tried to catch her breath, she opened her eyes dazedly and found his, still gazing down at her. She knew he had watched her the whole time. He reached up and smoothed her hair back. "I'm sorry I left you in the car," in the same voice that most people would call normal. "I'm sorry I let the bat take you away. Never again."
Her chest was rising and falling so rapidly, her breath still so hard to catch, she could only reach up and grasp his chin, kissing him in reply. "Thank you," she managed to whisper, as she moved her hands down his shoulders to his chest. "Thank you, baby." She was spent, could only gaze up in his face as she realized the look he was giving her was trying to tell her that she was his world.
He kissed her forehead and cautiously moved his body off of hers so he lay on his side, placing one arm on the pillow above her head and the other across her stomach, hand holding her side. He rested his forehead against her temple and she turned her head so their noses were almost touching.
"I can't live without you," J murmured. "I wasn't going to."
"Oh, baby," she whispered, reaching up to trace his jawline with her finger. "Oh honey...you'll never understand how I felt when I thought you were gone."
He buried his face in her neck. "You beautiful creature..."
She rested her hand against his cheek. "I'm all yours," she murmured. "All yours...no one else's."
He pressed his lips against her cheek. "Sleep, baby," he murmured back. "I"m not going anywhere.
"I'm not either, puddin'," she breathed.
They both drifted off into dreamless, peaceful slumber, the words to each other like a lullaby in each other's heads.
My one, my only...I'm all yours...no one else's...
Come on, baby.
