A/N - CO-WRITTEN WITH JOKERLUV
Part 3; please go to my AFF account to read this in its entirety
"Ladies Night"
Checking his wristwatch, Harvey grumbled to himself as he waited for Rachel out in front of the famous restaurant, The Blue Marline Bar and Grille. Waiting for the woman of his dreams was one thing, but waiting for a woman who clearly had no interest in him as of late was another. It wasn't that Harvey wanted to give up on their relationship, but every time he'd tried being remotely intimate with her, she'd turned the other cheek and feigned a headache.
With a heavy sigh, Harvey was about to turn and go inside when a lilting voice teased, "Sorry I'm late, but you know how we women are...we like to dress for a K.O."
Moving to reprimand her for being so tardy, the DA hurriedly swallowed his words the moment he laid his eyes upon her demure countenance. With warm, chestnut-brown hair, her ringlets were swept back into a bun fastened by several diamond barrettes, a few stray locks hanging loosely by her ears and framing what was truly the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Each delicate shoulder was bare, yet a large peach-colored, satin ribbon wrapped about her arms as sleeves and drifted downward into a soft backline. Right at her derriere, a gentle bustle was strategically placed, the veil-like fabric coalescing beautifully with the remaining satin and shining remarkably like the stars in the sky.
With his mouth agape, Harvey couldn't help but grin once he realized that he would be the envy of every red-blooded male within the vicinity. Holding out his arm for Rachel to accept, he eagerly led her past the tall, iron-barred door that held a glorious ballroom with gold leaf ornamentation, Brazilian brown flooring, and large, scenic windows that stretched all the way from the floor to the ceiling. This was the hallmark of the restaurant, but Harvey decided that they could always dance later; as of right now, all he wanted to do was sit Rachel down and hold her hand.
As a waiter eagerly approached them, the gentleman exclaimed, "Ah, so good of you to arrive, Mr. Dent! I am oh-so-glad that you and your charming fiancée could make it!"
As Harvey and the maitre-d' continued to converse, Rachel suddenly grew restless and touched her beau's arm. "Um, I think I need to visit the little girl's room...I'll be right back" she whispered. When Harvey distractedly gave his consent, Rachel rolled her eyes and irritably stalked off toward the equally elegant bathroom. Good God, why had she agreed to come out here tonight? She felt as if she didn't belong amongst all the snobs of Gotham, let alone with Harvey since they had nothing to discuss these days. All she could think about was the Joker and how he'd been worming his way into all of her nightly fantasies.
Blushing at the remembrance of her most recent one, Rachel entered the ladies' room and pulled out a compact, her rouge lips twisting into a slight frown once she realized her make-up was smudged toward the corner of her eye. Quickly fixing it, she added a few finishing touches just as she heard the bathroom door swing open yet again. Not even bothering to look up, Rachel closed her compact and placed it back into her purse.
'Great' she thought with a sigh, 'time to return to Romeo and the rest of Shakespeare's tragedy...'
The woman who entered the bathroom eyed Rachel from the top of her silky brown locks to her long legs and straightened herself. She slid over to the sink, washed her hands, and turned her back to get some towels as Rachel glanced towards her. There was something familiar about this woman, but she couldn't quite place it. Rachel couldn't help but smile upon examining the back of the woman from her cheap red wig, the baggy flowered dress, the black spider webbed knee high stockings, and the scuffed black pumps. God, how did this woman ever get into the restaurant looking so frumpy?
Rachel was washing her hands, when all of a sudden the slovenly woman turned around and all Rachel saw was a sea of red, black, and white. One hand slipped around her slim waist and her mouth was covered by a hand that smelled musty with a hint of diesel fuel. She was forced inside a neighboring stall and heard the metal clip slip through the lock.
The woman turned around and a row of sickly yellow-stained teeth stared back at her in the form of a demented smile. It was him, the man who haunted her dreams… The Joker was pleasantly surprised when she remained silent, staring at him. He took a moment to absorb her beauty. His eyes roamed the entire length of her body, from her innocent-looking heart-shaped face to the beautiful, tight fitting dress. He wanted her, and in a bad to the bone sort of way.
He placed a hand on either side of her head and leaned in. "Good evening" he whispered.
Rachel's heart was pounding, but she didn't want to appear like a simpering fool, so she squared her shoulders and glanced indifferently off to the side. "Oh" she simply remarked, "it's you... I wasn't aware that we both owned the same shade of lipstick." Quirking her lip up into a coy smile, she placed her hand against the firm solidness of his chest and gave a light push. "If you'd please step aside, I'd very much like to return to my date with Harvey."
She thought she felt him give some resistance, her blue eyes turning sharp as she gazed up at him in annoyance. "I said move" she practically growled.
Swiping his tongue across his painted lips, the Joker returned, "Oh yeah, Sweet Berrietastic is my fav-ori-te shade." Her hand remained on his chest and as he lightly caressed her forefinger, he continued, "Harvey can wait; you and I have some unfinished business, wouldn't you say?"
She looked confused and as he brought her slim digit to his lips, then gently kissed the tip. With salacious eyes, he asked in a seductive whisper, "Is this the one that brought you the most pleasure?"
Rachel hitched in a bated breath. "I-I don't know what you mean" she choked, her thighs clenching as she tried to staunch the burning ache in her loins. Watching his shark-like eyes observe her with a lecherous glaze, her breathing quickened, but she quickly glanced off to the side like before to ease the warmth in her lower extremities.
The Joker quickly moved his head in front of her eyes so she was forced to face him. His lower lip twitched as an image of her bringing herself over the edge, screaming his name, appeared in front of him. Narrowing his eyes and slowly nodding his head, he said, "Yeah, you do."
He took out his favorite blade, clicked it open, and scratched the tip on his chin as he continued, "Let me refresh your memory… I believe you were wearing my favorite blouse that night."
He took the shiny steel, then started at her throat before working his way down the middle of her chest as he reminded her, "The one with the pretty ruffles down the front, even though you look so much better in silk…just my preference."
The two black circles of his eyes followed the knife as it traveled down her body. "That black skirt you had on, though, mmmm, it's the bomb! All nice and tight, just like you."
Rachel felt her face turn pink in embarrassment. "Y-you saw!" she exclaimed, completely horrified that this excited her more than she'd ever willingly admit. Squirming beneath his smoldering gaze, she whimpered as she felt the cool metal of the blade tracing down along her flesh, her hips twisting as she fought to control her breathing. Finally meeting directly with his eyes, she frowned before snapping, "It's rude to spy on people, you know… That was private."
A high pitched chuckle escaped from his depraved heart and he giggled, "Yeah, I know, but you were so beautiful…" and as a piece of green tinted hair fell over one eye, he licked the corner of his mouth and pressed the cold blade against her lips. "I loved the way my name sounded coming from the depths of your soul."
Rachel shuddered, her body squirming as she tried to slow the soft, excited pants of her breathing. Daring to reach out a well-manicured hand, she allowed her fingers to trace along the Joker's torso before curving up toward the back of his neck, her nails lightly grazing the flesh as she whispered, "I doubt you heard every time I said your name… You couldn't possibly spy on me while I showered, could you? Or when I was in my office? Or Harvey's bed while he took a bath?" Her eyes were glowing as she said this, but she somehow managed to remain calm despite her tremendous arousal.
A shiver went through the Joker's dark soul as she spoke. He pictured her in the shower, water cascading down her curvaceous body, head thrown back, shouting his name in sheer ecstasy.
He leaned forward and pressing his hips ever so slightly into hers, he growled, "Mmm, too bad I wasn't there to uh, help you along." And he stared at her, challenging her to a silent game that she knew she had started.
(Since it gets a bit risque after this, I decided to end it here. :-P)
