A/N: Here you go! You might get another one tomorrow and I'm also writing another chapter for Clown Family. I wasn't even going to attempt to write anything from the Joker's perspective but this just kind of happened. WARNING: THIS IS EXTREMELY DIRTY. LOTS OF F WORDS. IT'S ONLY GOING TO GET DIRTIER THE MORE I PRACTICE. R RATED PEOPLE. I was turning bright tomato red while writing some of it. I'm still working on how to write sex noises without it being weird. Anyway...I hope this satisfies you after waiting again so long. :) Oh, one more note-for some odd reason I hate the spelling of the word "cum" (ew) and I just write "come" instead. Just an intentional mistake haha. PLEASE REVIEW! (PLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSEEE PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW I'M DYING FOR WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.)

The sheets lay tangled around them as she straddled him, legs wrapped around his waist as she moved in synchronized rhythm with his thrusts, grinding against him, his hands resting on her ass to support her and make it easier to push himself inside her. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed with a smile on her face, as quick little "ah ah ah ah"'s came out of her in time to the thrusts. He kept his eyes closed, making deep, animal like groans as he thrust hard and fast, high on the feeling of how good it felt to be inside her.

The past few days and nights had been one long celebration of seemingly never ending sex, in every position they could think of-and they seemed to be discovering a few new ones. Reunion sex, kinky sex, good and nice sex, naughty sex, shower sex, passionate sex, animal like sex (a personal favorite of theirs), romantic sex, and now even...how to describe it...lovemaking sex, he supposed. Loud sex and quiet sex and everything in between. They'd alternated between the rug, the floor, the bed, pieces of furniture... The first evening they'd been back had been spent on the bearskin rug in front of the fire and it was everything he'd planned it to be. They'd been up all night, not falling asleep until the darkest part right before dawn. Not too long after, he'd found himself awake again looking at her, still not understanding exactly what the feeling in his stomach and chest was at the sight of her-just knowing he was happier than he'd ever been that he'd finally, finally gotten her back and he wished that he could tell her that. He'd tried to show her instead and it had been goddamn incredible. And he'd done a good job, if he said so himself. He'd said things he never thought he would ever say or think. He didn't care. He'd stay in here forever saying those things and pleasuring the fuck out of her (literally) after experiencing what it was like without her. He'd made sure to make clear to his associates he wanted no interruptions and he had no idea when he'd be getting back to work.

Now they were at it again, in one of their favorite positions. Usually he preferred the positions when he was on top and dominant; she preferred to be submissive-but there were exceptions and this one was one of them.

She threw her head back again and gasped with pleasure. "Oh...oh...ohhhhhh..."

He opened his eyes, panting, and spoke with difficulty. "You gonna come, baby?"

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned breathily, moving forward and making a grinding motion while tightening herself around him, causing an extra loud growl to escape him. She leaned back and tilted her head, letting it roll back again slowly. "Just go a little deeper, baby...ohhhh...oh, God, puddin'."

He pressed his hands against her ass and the small of her back to bring her even closer to him and grunted as he pushed himself in deeper, trying to hit the spot that would send her over the edge and cause her to make the face and noises that turned him on more than she would ever know. Come on...where'd you go... He pumped faster and pressed his hands against her again. Come out...come out...I know you're in here...

"OH," she gasped, giving a little shriek of laughter. "There, puddin', right there...oh, my God...oh, my God...oh, you're gonna make me come so hard...fuck me right there..."

"I'm trying, baby," he growled under his breath, staying deep and pressing harder against her, keeping the same rhythm. "Who's your daddy?"

"Ohhhhh, you are Mistah J," she groaned. "Oh...oh...ohhhh Goooooood..." She gasped again. "Puddin'...I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come...oh...uhhhhhhh...hhhhuuuhhhhnnn..."

He opened his eyes and stared eagerly at her. Her eyes had started to roll back and half close as she started to make the noises that seemed to come from deep in her chest and throat, animal like. Don't let her go yet...keep her going just a little longer... He kept thrusting and watched, the classic Joker grin starting to cover his face as he panted, pressing right next to that sacred spot. "Uhhhnnn," she moaned piteously, "baby it huuuuurts...it hurts so bad...I wanna come...I'm gonna come...C'MON PUDDIN', DO IT..."

"You want me to do it?" he panted, grinning. God, she was so sexy. "You really want me to?"

"YES...YES...oh, YES!" she exclaimed as he thrust a little closer. "God, make me come!"

"You got it, baby," he said, and finally hit her where she wanted.

She gave a shriek of joy before starting to tremble. "YES!" she yelled. "I'm coming...uuhhhh Mistah Jaaaayyy..."

He kept thrusting in her, the look of wild and insane rapture on her face making him even harder as he felt her burst around him. He held her waist tighter as she trembled and yelled yes, yes, yes over and over again. That's right, baby...that's right...Mistah J's got you...

She sank down against him with a last little laugh and sighed, wrapping her arms around him. God, now he needed to come and he was going to come as hard as she did...but it felt so good to hold her, her breasts pressed up against his own bare chest as she kissed his neck worshipfully like he was God...

"Oh, puddin'," she sighed. "That was amazing...you make me come so hard..."

He groaned at the word hard. "Turn over for me, baby," he sighed. She gave him a quick little kiss on the nose before climbing off him and getting on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder suggestively at him, grinning.

He slowly uncrossed his legs and got up on his knees. The sight of her smiling at him while crouching there completely naked had almost done him in. He positioned himself behind her and pushed inside her again. "Ah-ahhhh," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, you are terrific..."

She smiled over her shoulder at him again in mock shyness and he growled before starting to move again. Doggie style was another of their favorite positions that never got old.

Harley, he thought, closing his eyes and groaning as he kept pumping while she tightened even closer around him, torn between wanting to let it all go but also not wanting to let it end. Harley. He rarely called her by her name, even though he'd been the first to call her by it, but he thought it all the time while screwing, like a song in his head.

He leaned on top of her, groaning again. The unbearable pressure inside him increased and he felt the familiar stirring deep in his loins. He had no idea how he'd held on this long. He moved his hands down the curve of her hips as he pumped. Her skin was so warm and inside her was so warm...inside her was his favorite place to be. He pushed inside harder and moved as fast as he could, feeling desperate. He heard himself start making the same kind of sounds she had, lower and more guttural, his undisguised voice escaping him.

"Harley," he moaned, unable to keep the song in his head as he started seeing bright lights behind his closed eyes. Oh, baby, you're the best...

"Yes," he breathed,feeling the familiar pressure that signaled he was about to burst. "Yes...yes..." Another strangled, guttural noise escaped him as he gave one one last fast and desperate thrust. His eyes closed as everything seemed to fade away. When it finally happened, it took his breath away and his hips pressed against her involuntarily. "Harley," he gasped, gripping her hips and not being able to control a spasm from shaking him. The indescribable pleasure ran from his cock to his stomach, his feet, completely enveloping his brain and chest with the incredible warmth of relief. When he managed to regain his composure, he reached up to push his hair back and then leaned against her, head bent as he took deep gulps of air. He vaguely noticed that his seed was running down her leg and he reluctantly pulled out of her, wishing he could stay. She turned back over and sat up, crossing her legs and looking up at him. He kept struggling to catch his breath as he looked down at her. She still had the same adoring, little girl look on her face that had made him jump into a pool of chemicals for her, had nearly driven him even crazier than he already was when she'd looked up at him from the roof as she walked to him. If only she knew...if she only knew... He looked around and spotted his shirt tossed near them on the bed. He reached over and picked it up before pressing it against the inside of her thighs, wiping himself off of her, before tossing it over onto the floor and staring down at her again, her lips calling to him.

He started moving towards her to kiss her and at the same time she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down as she kissed him. "Mmmm." His undisguised voice came through again as he lay down on top of her and they kissed, a fuzzy warmth spreading through him that he had somehow become comfortable with. He buried his hands in her hair as the kissing grew more passionate, pulling down the pigtails curled into little buns that she'd started wearing in Belle Reve. He wrapped her hair around his hands and he felt her move her hands up his biceps, caressing his muscles before wrapping her arms around his neck again as he lay limply and heavily on top of her, confronted with the feeling of wanting to completely sink into her and somehow be one with her. The kissing became deep, like trying to breathe in the other, tongues in each other's mouths.

He breathed out through his nose as they stopped kissing and she caressed his face lightly with her fingertips. He pushed himself off of her and reached over to turn on the lamp on the nightstand, rolling over so he was sitting up supported by the large mound of pillows at the head of the bed. (That was Harley's doing. She slept with about four.)

"I want to sit how we were before," he whispered in her ear as she sat up and put her chin on his shoulder. She didn't even ask, just moved over and wrapped her legs around his waist as he drew his legs up around her. She rested against him, head tucked underneath his chin and her face resting against his chest, arms wrapped around his shoulders as his wrapped around her body. He closed his eyes, drinking in the feeling of her crotch against his cock, her breasts pressed tightly up against him.

He looked down at her body wrapped in his hands and arms. It-she-was so perfect, so perfectly fitted for every part of him. She was made for him. He squeezed her closer to him as he held her, pressing his face against her neck and breathing in the scent of her. God, she smelled so good. It wasn't perfume-it was just her.

"I love when you hold me," she said quietly.

"I adore holding you," he said simply.

She put his mouth closer to his ear. "I love when you fuck me too," she whispered.

He turned his head and whispered back, "And I looooove fucking you, baby."

She giggled and he chuckled and she leaned her head against his chest again. He closed his eyes and brought one hand up to run through her soft, silky hair, wrapping the loose curls around his fingers. Her name began running through his head again.

He wrapped both arms back around her. "Harley," he murmured, relishing the way her name sounded on his lips. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulder as she nuzzled her face against his chest. "Harley," he said again. She looked up at him and he kissed her slowly on each cheek, lingering on the Rotten tattoo and the heart, then barely and briefly pressed his lips against hers, gently biting her bottom lip as he pulled away. "Harley." She rested her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder as he kept kissing her and saying her name. He could feel her heart beating against his and he kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyelashes and eyelids, her ears. He would have devoured every inch of her perfect body if he could.

"Don't let me go, puddin'," she said in a near whisper. "Keep holding me."

"You've got it, honey," he said, keeping his arms around her. "I may never let you go, though..." He squeezed her to him again even though he was already holding her as tightly as possible. He closed his eyes, still overcome with the feeling of wanting to press her all the way into him. "God, baby, I wanna fuck you again...mmm..."

She gave him a little peck on his jaw. "Again?" she asked playfully. "But we've only fucked five hundred times already since I got back."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head again. "And I am more than willing to surpass that number with you."

She nipped his neck and nuzzled back against his chest. "Can you turn out the light again, baby?" she asked. He leaned over and turned the lamp off before settling back on the pillows.

"I love the noises you make when you come," he murmured.

"Your noises are sexy too," she mumbled sleepily. "Like a sexy kitty."

He chuckled. "Don't go to sleep, baby..."

"I can't help it, puddin'," she said. "We'll wake up again soon. You're so strong...I feel so safe..."

"You're so tiny," he murmured, his eyes running down her body again as he pressed his hands against the smooth skin of her back. "So small. How do I not break you..."

He heard her sigh happily and then only her even, satisfied breathing. He leaned his head against the pillows and closed his eyes, rubbing her back and shoulders with his arms still wrapped around her. Eventually he felt himself drifting off, feeling safe himself with her weight on top of him. Harley, the mad little voice in his head sang again.

Harley...

He was vaguely aware of resting his cheek against her hair.

Harley...

He was hearing her laughter in his ears, lulling him further into dreams.

Harley...