"Love, no need to be ashamed. I found the experience quite pleasant~," White purrs holding his cheek with a large red mark on it. I swear ... I have a feeling that hurt me more than it did him.

"That goes for one of us, White." I heavily exhale. Relax. It was nothing. It was just ... a manhood. That's all. It was just ... insanely scary ... and big ... and fluffy ... and -

"GAH!" I drop to the ground clutching my poor head. That thing is going to haunt me forever! White's finger slides across my cheek sending a mad blush following his trail.

"My dear ... could it be that you wish for a personal show?" He huskily purrs, reaching around and pulls me in tight. I grip his face and shove it back; I can't even face him I'm so embarrassed.

"No." I stubbornly growl forcing him to relinquish his grasp.

"Very well~ but what other fun shall we do today?" White hums, wrapping his arms around my neck and hung there like dead weight. I careen back barely staying on my feet as I absorb the extra weight. Jeez why is White suddenly being for freaking forward?! Before he would at least act a little more suave than directly telling me 'I want to get in your pants so open up'. Have I maybe ... finally driven him nuts?

"White, why have you -,"

"I've got it!" White suddenly cries out. "Why don't we go and play darts?"

"No. Remember what happened the last time I played?" I humbly grumbled, referring back to the festival where I actually lodged the dart into some poor man's arm. White continues to smile, probably remembering the same event.

"Not so! You did absolutely marvelous! Besides, I will be there to help guide you so there is no problem is there?" White happily sings. Well, at least he's trying to make things a little less uncomfortable for me I'll give him that much. I breathe out a sigh and hesitantly nod. Yeah, it could be fun. Why not?

"Excellent!" He cries, leading me through the other present clowns which swiftly duck out of sight. Why are they avoiding us? Maybe...White did it so I wouldn't be able to run away with an excuse 'oh, I hear someone calling me?' again? Bah ... stupid genius. "Here we are darling~,"

"Balloons?" I ask spying a large board, about 20 X 20 feet, leaning against one wall of the tent with a variety of colors mismatched across the board. My eyes narrow at the 'Will You Marry Me?' outline the balloons made and the 'Yes' and 'Yes' towards the bottom. Oh I get it; I have two choices. Yes or yes. Yeah, real clever stupid head.

"Yes. The game is this; whoever can pop the most balloons wins with three darts, yes?"

"And the bet?" I suspiciously ask. There's something else to this game I know it.

"Whoever loses, kitten ... will have to wear a blindfold for the rest of the day." He offers holding forth a black and red checkered blindfold. Blindfolded huh? So he can lure me into his cave and never let me out ever? Yeah right.

"I want something else besides the blindfold." I start before cutting myself off. This isn't very nice but I'm getting sick and tired of him attacking me behind every corner!

"And what is that dear?"

"You stop asking me to marry you around every corner." His smile falls for a moment before grinning.

"Very well, love. If you win then I shall relent in asking for your hand in marriage." He offers, holding out his free hand to shake on it.

"Shake on it?" I ask, hesitating. What is this?

"We are sealing the deal with physical contact. This way, no matter what I do or say, whether this game magically end or not, I will forever be bound to do as you bet." I hesitantly take his hand. He...really means it? He's really giving up on proposing to me? That fast? I withdraw my hand clutching something sharp. Huh? Ah, the dart. White stepped back and bows slightly with a cheeky smile.

"Ladies first."

"Al...right then?" I uneasily answer as I take up the dart in my right hand. What is he playing at? I relax my coiled muscles and inch my hand back aiming for the bright red one in the center of the board. Now -! I unleash the dart, watching as it flips in the air and lands in the ground with the needle facing up. I blink in disbelief. Oh this is bad.

"My dear -!" White begins before exploding into a mad fit of laughter, holding his belly tight as he doubles over. I roll my eyes and cup my face in embarrassment. Wow that was bad ... should I just go ahead and blindfold myself now? I ignore him and throw my last two, one of which missed by a mile and went right into one of the wooden supports. My last dart buried right into the heart of a balloon's tied off end, not even deflating as it sat there. Darn it!

"I-I-It literally flipped in the air -!" White gasps unable to quiet himself as he took a dart himself. Well, at least he's laughing so hard I doubt he'll be able to aim straight. He lazily pulls his arm back while laughing harder than I've ever seen him throwing the dart with impossible speeds. I blink as I spy three balloons float away unharmed to the top of the tent, followed by another ten. How the heck does he aim so well?! I glower at the three red darts nestled into the wooden board. Each balloon was literally knocked off of the tiny clip that holds them. How in the heck can he aim so well?!

"My gosh - how can you aim so well?!" I demand glowering over the smug darts which meant my ultimate demise. His rampant bellows quieted to chuckles as he hugs me from behind trying to collect his senses.

"My~ lots of practice I suppose?" He muses, nuzzling his nose along my jaw.

"That's ridiculous! None of my darts even got close!" I whine. Great. Now I have to be blindfolded with White who can hardly keep his hands off me as it is. This. Sucks.

"Hmph. My feat wasn't very impressive," he snobbishly miffs before grazing the tip of my ear with his teeth, seductively muttering, "oh, what I wouldn't give to stick my dart in you~."

"Gross, White!"

"Why, I merely speak the truth." He teases. I glance around the tent spying shadows of clowns trying to see what's going on. Great. Now we've got company. I can only imagine the rumors going around about me and Joker at this point.

"Well, it seems that I've lost hasn't it? Here we go~," White hums pulling out the cloth and blindfolds himself.

"You've lost? But I thought I did." I point out with my stupid naive self only to slap myself after the words are expelled. Wow I'm an idiot...

"Not at all love. I said whoever 'popped' the most and you popped more than I have. I missed my mark and they've all gone and floated up to the top now while your one has deflated." He remarks gesturing in the general direction of the wooden board. I glance over to the board spying the balloon I hit missed earlier was deflated. Did I really hit it? I could have sworn I missed it.

"Now, my dear, what do you wish to play next?" I suspiciously glance over to White as he craned his neck around listening to his surroundings for hints as to where he is. Game huh? I grin as an idea came to mind.

"I've got an idea for a game. If you win you can take the blindfold off." I tempt, dangling the bait right over him. He sweet smiles as he reaches out with his free hand, catching my wrist after a few moments of searching. His smile only broadened as he slowly slides his hand up the course of my arm. A blush rises to my cheeks as his hand sweeps behind my neck, fingers digging into my hair. My heart pumps a little faster as he leans down, kissing my cheek before finding my lips. He never pushed, only presented his lips to see my reaction. I flush slightly as I reach up and connect our lips much to his pleasure. He slowly breathes out and immediately tightens his grasp forcefully shoving his parted mouth to mine. I take in his intoxicating breath feeling lightheaded from his overwhelming musk. Oh gosh he smells good ...

"I think that is an excellent idea sweetheart." He whispers running his hand down the length of my spine. I smile and lean into his embrace enjoying the warmth accompanying his touch. This is really nice. When he's blindfolded he really doesn't push or anything. I like it. It makes me feel like I'm the one in control, not him. My grin falters as I glance out the tent noticing the sky shudder to night. Well, there goes my plans for him. I slyly glance back to White who held an innocent and genuine smile as he looks around trying to sense if there's any differences in the air.

I can have some fun with this.

"Sorry, but the game will have to wait for now; it's nighttime." I explain as I seat him on his couch. I push him against the back before sitting beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"My my~ I do believe I cannot recall the last time you initiated cuddling, kitten." White purrs as he wraps his free arm around my shoulders, pulling me right up onto his lap. I squirm for a moment before relenting. Oh to heck with it. He can't see anything so what does it matter? Ah ... but then again ... with what happened with the elephants when he hugged me ... oh gosh.

"Not to worry sweetie. That thing is under complete control~," he hums running his free hand down the course of my leg. He pauses as he comes across a smooth surface, hesitating before immersing himself in the soft flesh. He leans forward, murmuring his lips against my jaw, "I didn't notice that you changed."

"I did it while you weren't looking." I teased. It's amazing how preoccupied he was when I gave him two plush bowl shaped objects and told him to guess what it was.

"I see. Then wouldn't it make sense to let me change as well?"

"No." I say leaning against his torso. He darkly chuckles ravaging my stomach with his pushing and prodding fingers.

"My, don't be so uptight! Be a little more lenient with your precious prisoner~," he teases immersing himself within my infamous belly laugh. My diaphragm aches from so much laughter as he refuses to relent, continuing to explore my ticklish sides.

"P-P-Prisoner?" I stutter out between giggles as I try to worm out of his grasp. His arm remains firm refusing to relinquish his hold on me as he continues to provoke my raging laughter.

"But of course. I am a humble prisoner and you are my 'Warden'. So...," he leans in as his hands settle around my waist, seductively crooning, "what are you going to do with me?" I spin around and give him a kiss, capturing his jaws in my hand. I can't help it. He's adorable when he acts all meek like that! He chuckles under his breath as he leans back, lying me across his stomach as he softly rubs the nape of my backside. He gently tugs on my cuffed hand, stretching it above his head and out of the way to make things more comfortable. I smile and lay my head against his shoulder listening to his ticking clock as I ride the gentle waves of breath coming and going in his system.

TiCk ticK tIck tocktick tOCktick toCK ticktICk Tock tick tocktick TIck tick tOck

I pause, pushing my head against his bare chest. His clock sounds...off. Why?

"White, what's wrong with your clock?" I ask, pulling back and tap on his chest. He looks in my general direction.

"Clock, dear?" He asks, honestly perplexed.

"Yeah. It sounds...off. Why?"

"Ah. That is because Black is away so my rhythm is starting to undue."

"Rhythm?" I ask, alarmed as I rub his neck with my free hand. He hums in the back of his throat leaning into the affection.

"Yes. Together, our clocks click in the same tempo never deviating from one another's beat. But, when we are separate for long periods of time, our clocks begin to desynchronize, causing 'missed ticks' every now and then. Particularly if I'm excited, or if I feel a strong swing of emotion, such as now."

"Such as now?"

"Yes, love. Do you realize how happy I am when you're around? With you here, I don't care that everyone in Wonderland has a distaste for me. I don't care about your haughty no's and stubbornness. What I care about is Jackie herself and that she is in my embrace right here, and right now." White sweetly entices with his tempting tongue as he speaks the last word.

I lean forward kissing him right on those candy coated lips. I bravely brush my tongue across his lip before nervously retreating. Why did I just do that? White breathes a laugh as he roughly wraps his arm around my head pushing me right back into the kiss as his naughty organ slips into the quiet recesses of an unknown abyss.

The slimy muscle explores the new cavern with much interest, memorizing each and every crevice before encountering another presence. They fight before the inhabitant is quickly subdued by the foreign presence, overwhelmed by its expert strength. I smile in defeat and allow the winner his spoils as I lightly claw at White's belly, reveling in the rippling hard muscles beneath. Oh woof this man's got tone. My body is lit a flame as his body slowly captures my senses, refusing to relinquish any of me. He shirks back when my flaming body could take no more, withdrawing the pleasurable presence with a sound 'pop'.

He smiles and thumbs away the excess on my lip, sweetly touching his lips to mine before sucking and nibbling on my earlobe. I giggle as his hair tickles my face, noticing that he is over me while I lay against the couch defenseless. A troubling notion screamed in the back of my head before I tossed the stupid conscious to the wind. Yeah ... but you know what? I can still see. White coolly sits back on the couch, sliding his free hand over my stomach and across my legs, taking my slender foot in his free hand. He brushes his hand over it, verifying that he has captured the right limb, and kisses the bridge of my foot.

"I love every part of you, Jackie. I love your tiny hands ... your creative, fixing hands."

"And?" I urge him to continue, intoxicated by his deep scratchy voice and husky breath.

"I love you're beautiful eyes which can see right through me."

"And?" Oh I'm just teasing him at this point. His free hand slides over the arch of my foot racing up my shin before sliding behind to the calf, taking a fistful of the muscles as I flex.

"And I love these legs which work so diligently to run away from me."

...Huh?

"Huh?" I ask, snapping out of my trance. "Run away?"

"Yes, dear. Why do you run from me every time I am ready for you?"

"...Y-you've been ready since day one." I growl trying to pull my foot back. Can't he just not talk and let me enjoy his body for a bit? Wait a minute. Enjoy his body? Oh gosh brain what are you doing up there?

"True; for the physical end, yes. I've been ready ever since I caught you playing - ," he cuts himself short for a moment, "ever since you caught my eye." He hums avoiding the topic in its entirety. I nod pretending I didn't hear what he was going to say.

"That's a while ago."

"Yes. And now ... Jackie, do you truly think that I'm after your body alone?" He asks, jumping topics. Huh? I pause, sorting through my feelings as I try to come up with an accurate answer.

"I did but now ... I'm beginning to really see that you truly do care for me. For the most part." I tack on, suddenly shy about opening up. He remains quiet as he fiddles around with my toes lost in thought. "White?"

"Then you are afraid of the commitment itself?" He pushes as his brows furrow.

"Commitment?"

"No ... you are afraid of something else entirely. Before the incident you were ready to commit; I know you were. But now you are avoiding it because you think that I will forget you again?" My eyes widen as I finally catch on to what he is trying to convey.

"White -!"

"If that is the case ... then I will fix you up right here and now, love." White croons gently pulling me up from the couch.

"White, get off! You're acting weird again!" I complain before he shoves me back onto his bed. He reaches up and slips off his belt leaving him only in his pants. Wait, when did he take his jacket off? Now that I think about it...was it when he raised my arm up?

"Nonsense, love." I nervously look around for an escape as his free hand rubs against my stomach feeling for the position I am in. I stiffen as a blush and dull aching sets my teeth on edge. Oh gosh. He smiles as he leans forward, pecking me on the eyebrow rather than his desired target.

"Boo~ I missed." He playfully pouts, grasping my cheeks as he plunges right into my mouth. I click my teeth together as I fall onto my back breathing hard as he lands on top of me. His tongue immediately encounters my biting barrier, hedging around my lips as it stalks a way to get in without getting bitten off. His chained hand clasps both my hands in an iron tight grasp against his stomach as his other hand ventures to my calf tightly gripping the muscle until it becomes sore.

"White, what has gotten into you?!" I gasp with a moment of air.

"Haven't I told you dear? I've decided to get a little more 'aggressive' in my approach." He clarifies, sliding his hand up my thigh before rest on my hip. "Marry me."

"Huh?" I barely utter, too shocked to say anything else.

"I've said it before and I will gladly say it again; marry me, Jackie." He purrs nibbling on my earlobe. A strange hum rumbles deep in his throat as his free hand skirts up to my neck, grasping my throat in his clutches.

"Y-You said you wouldn't ask again!"

"You said ask you to marry me. Well, this is more along the lines of a demand, sweetheart." White croons kissing my jaw as his thumb caresses my bare hip, discarding of the protective fabric, "and with this, love ... you are forever mine."

"I knew it! You just want my body!" I desperately cry trying anything to get free if only for a few seconds. He pauses, listening to the echo in his ears before his eyes soften.

"You said ...,"

"You're scaring me, Joker! You go on and say all those sweet things but you can't even back it up!" I yell, breathing hard as I struggle to get words out past my choking sobs of fright. So close ... he was so close to actually ...

"I'll prove it." He growls as a flame kindles in the back of his fiery eye.

"P-Prove it?" I squeak blinking back frightened tears as I tremble. Almost ... just like that, and he almost had me -!

"I will prove that,"

"I am not only after your body."

"And when I do,"

"you will become,"

"completely,"

"and utterly,"

"Joker's."

How's that for a dramatic scene? Oh~ I wonder what Joker's planning~ and where in the world does Black come into all of this? Look forward to the next chapter~