Chapter 10
With a belly full of hot food and the additional feeling of the Joker's arms wrapped around her, Harley began to slip in and out of the world of sleep.
Leaving the kitchen looking like a bombsite, J grunted as he lifted her body up, holding her against his chest. He walked over to the door and removed the mop holding it closed tightly. Joker shuffled down the corridor with a well fed, sleeping Harlequin in his arms. It wasn't long before he arrived outside her cell. Although there were minimal guards on duty that night, to J's surprise they had seemed to of gotten away with sneaking out. Maybe he could make more of a habit of this, especially if it was going to keep Harley happy.
He groaned at the thought, she was meant to be keeping him happy, being over backwards to please him. But here he was, doing cartwheels for the dizzy dame... and not for the first time either.
"Home sweet home." Joker whispered sarcastically, sliding the key card through the lock. Once it was open, J moved the door over to one side and tip toed in. He placed Harley down on the cot, being greeted by her tired blue eyes as she beamed up at him.
"Are you gunna stay for a night cap?" She asked, giving him a wink.
J shook his head and wagged his finger at her. "No, you're a tired little bunny, who needs sleep." He cooed.
"You could wake me up?" Harley suggested, biting her lip.
"No, you selfish little minx, Daddy's tired too." He told her firmly with a slight smirk. With the Joker standing over her, Harley held out her arms and made a grabbing motion with her hands.
"Come to bed with me Daddy." She smiled, scooting over to give him room. "You haven't been sleeping either, have you?"
J shrugged and moved his eyes away from her gaze. "This place is too drafty, to get any form of kip."
"Well you won't have to worry bout that tomorrow, you'll have your Arkham issued blanket..." Harley muttered, trying not to sound sour.
J snapped his eyes back to her immediately. "Look Harley, we've spoken about this..."
Harley pouted, "I'm just sayin'..."
"Well stop!" J snapped. "I don't want a scratchy blanket. I want you and me back at our digs, causing mischief. Everything about this places makes me sick... which is ironic really." He chuckled.
Harley eased into a smile hearing his words. She held out her hand for him to take. "Sorry Puddin' I know you'll get us outta here, I know you hate it just as much as I do."
J growled and finally took the hint, squeezing into the tiny gap that Harley had made him on the bed. He struggled to get comfortable on top of the oil cloth material. And the fact that half of his body was hanging off the edge wasn't helping. He growled in frustration and sat upright.
"What's the matter?" Harley asked, raising a brow.
"Get off." He ordered. Harley hesitated, not moving a muscle. "Get off the bed!"
She snapped to attention and quickly crawled over him and off the bed. Once it was empty, the Joker moved back onto it, taking up the entire width and length. He crossed his arms behind the back of his head and wiggled his slipped clad toes. Harley stood there with her bottom lip drooping as much as her tired eyes. "That's not fair! You want me to sleep on the floor or somethin'?"
J popped an eyes open and laughed at her. The scrawny little blonde ready to fight him for bed space if necessary. He continued to giggle when he released one of his arms from behind the back of his head. J gestured at the length of his body.
"You may climb aboard." He smirked.
It took Harley all but 0.02 seconds to squeal and jump on top of him. She straddled him instantly and looked down on him with a devious grin playing on her lips.
"No." He warned, feeling her hands run down his chest.
"C'mon Puddin'..." She teased, rocking her hips gently. "It's been a while."
"2 days." He retorted.
"2 days too long..." She sighed, moving slightly.
Joker's eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his head when he felt her grind deep into his body. "Harley, no." He groaned.
"Harley, yes." She gasped, rocking harder and faster. Harley leant down and grabbing both of his hands, not breaking her pace for a moment. She placed them eagerly on her hips, encouraging him to match her movements.
"Stop it..." He growled, pinching her hips inbetween his fingers. J looked up at her and couldn't help but grin. Her messy blonde hair was all gathered over one shoulder as she beamed down at him with her eyes ablaze with fire.
"Give me a therapy session Daddy." Harley whispered, tracing her fingers over the zip of his Arkham jumpsuit.
"I thought you were the Doctor?" He smirked, dragging out each and every word deliciously.
She giggled, scratching her nails down his chest, feeling his heaving muscles strain against his skin. "You want to resume our sessions together Mistah J? I wonder how much progress we would of made if you hadn't of taken me that night?"
A deep rumble escaped the Joker's throat. "Doctor Quinzel wouldn't have made me open up as much as Doctor Quinn could've."
"You want Doctor Quinn?" Harley murmured, nipping his earlobe between her teeth.
"Doctor Harley Quinn." J repeated, now snapping his hips in time with hers. Harley matched his enthusiasm and dragged down the zipper of his jumpsuit, peeling back the orange fabric in her hands. She was met with the sight of a stark white vest, almost rivalling his skin complexion. "We don't need this." Harley stated, pulling up the hem.
Joker raised of the mattress slightly, allowing Harley to rip the thin material over his head. Once it was gone, Harley pushed him back. She followed his body and pressed her chest against his, feeling every breath rise and escape his torso.
Her lips found his with passion filled hunger. Harley's body, mind and soul only focused on one thing in that moment, and that was him.
J's tongue fought back, trying to lead control away from this insatiable fair haired demon. But as soon as he gained control, Harley began to move her lips down to his neck. She rolled her tongue around the tattoos that lay there, tracing them perfectly with her lips. The Joker's neck tensed under her attention, he was torn between pushing her off or pinning her underneath him.
Harley's fingers gently fluttered down his torso, pulling the orange jumpsuit down further to his hips. She moaned feeling his hot bare skin under her nails. Joker quickly snatched her hands away from his body and pinned them against the cot.
"Take it off." J ordered looking at her own jumpsuit. Harley grinned and slowly reclaimed her hands. She quickly stripped herself of the material, letting it fall of her shoulders in the most jaw dropping way. Joker reached up and ran his hands up her back, feeling her spine arch against him. She moaned again, feeling his coarse fingertips dance across her skin.
"I want you so bad." Harley whimpered, rolling her head back as his hands began to roam over the front of her body. "Please Puddin'." She begged.
Joker chuckled at her desperation, her face was pulled into a pleasurable agony as J continued to deny her what she wanted. With her jumpsuit gather around her waist and only wearing a thin white sports bra, Joker dipped his fingers under the elasticated band. "I want this off. Now."
Harley complied to his order and ripped off the sports bra, baring her body to his hungry eyes. Joker grabbed her newly exposed skin in both his head, kneading the flesh in his palms. "Good girl." He purred, marvelling in the sensation of her skin against his.
Harley leant back under his attention and dragged the rest of his jumpsuit down, peeling of his grey Arkham boxers in one go. She rid herself of her own clothes, more than ready to show the Joker how much she really had missed him.
J rolled his head back and groaned, feeling himself against her thighs as she continued to rock back and forth on his lap. Harley bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a giggle while she watched his body try and resist her movements. His eyes suddenly snapped to hers, displaying a raw, deep fire that Harley only saw when he was really mad.
"Don't test me Harley." He growled, clenching his fingers around her waist painfully. Harley gasped at the sharp sting of pain across her skin. Reluctantly obeying, she raised herself up slightly and positioned herself over the top of him.
Joker watched her movements with an open mouth, allowing hot, heavy breaths to ghost over his silver grill. Harley almost fainted at the sight, he looked so beautiful with his hair dishevelled and his jaw hanging wide. She leant down and placed her hands on his shoulders while her mouth moved to hover his. To her surprise the Joker closed the gap, he raised his head up slightly and captured his lips against her own.
"What if someone walks past?" She muttered breathlessly against him.
"They won't." Joker said, reassuring her. "Jerry's monitoring this corridor, no one can come in. No interruptions."
"Just us?" Harley smiled, kissing him again. Her tongue swirled around his grill, begging entrance to his mouth once again, but the Joker held firm. Not allowing her to go any further. She moved against him harder, trying to coax a moan from him so that she could plunge her tongue between his lips.
Not being able to wait any longer, the Joker grabbed her hips, digging his nails into her. Getting a good grip of her skin, he pulled her down harshly onto him. Harley cried out against his lips, feeling a burst of indescribable pleasure from just one move.
"You are not in control." He warned through a grunt as he began to slowly move her up and down. Harley nodded breathlessly, trying desperately to speak but the sensations were overwhelming. Her head hung low, brushing his chest as he picked up the pace. The vibrations that came rumbling through his chest fluttered against Harley's fingertips as she clawed at his skin, leaving crazed red marks across his white flesh.
"Look at me." Joker demanded through heavy grunts. Harley raised her head weakly with a whimper. He would of almost looked angry if it wasn't for his furrowed brow tensing every time she dropped down on him.
"Oh Daddy." Harley moaned, feeling his hands leave her hips and snake round to the front of her body. The Joker slid his right hands up her chest, squeezing any bit of flesh that he could find. He made his way up to her throat, then suddenly jerked her head back, making Harley rise up into a sitting position.
Her chest heaved against his attention, J licked his lips at the sight on her, completely exposed for his eyes only. Harley's naturally wavy hair stuck deliciously to her shoulders as he tipped her head further back, pressing his index fingers against the base of her chin.
The new angle allowed him to go deeper and harder than ever before, hitting places inside her that caused low, unrecognisable sounds to escape her mouth.
"You like that Harley?" He asked, moving his left hand up to accompany the right.
"Yes Daddy." She groaned, rocking her hips independently to chase the pleasure. "Yes."
He smirked at the ridiculous display of ecstasy across her face. He grinned more knowing that he was the reason for it, and he would never stop making her feel like this. As the Joker's hands joined across her throat he squeezed gently, causing Harley to remove hear on hands from his chest and move them back to his knees. She leant back, whimpering uncontrollably as he met her thrust with the snap of his hips.
"Puddin' I'm so close." She cried, pinching her eyes shut. Her mouth dropped open feeling her body begin to tense around him. Joker quickly removed his left hand and stuck two fingers inside of her mouth, resting them heavily on the base of her tongue.
Joker threw his head back against the pillow, feeling his own release approach just as quickly as hers, he closed his eyes, feeling how good it was to be with her again. His eyes suddenly snapped open when he felt her hands smack heavily against his chest. Harley fell forward, struggling to keep herself upright as she rode out the white hot fire between them. She tried to move back up, but her body denied anymore movement.
Unsure if it was because her body was still weak from days of neglect or because the passion was becoming to much for her, Joker released her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in. He then arched his back, moving to sit up with her legs wrapped around him. Harley moaned at another change of position. She moved lazily against him, still trying to chase the high that he had so nearly brought her to before she crashed down on him.
"Relax." J murmured, feeling her nose brush against his neck as she buried her face deeper into his skin. She hooked her arms around his neck and inhaled a mixture between sweat, and his favourite cologne. She kissed him on the sensitive skin as he hands continued to pick her up and drop her back on himself gently.
The slow movements were almost painful but in the most consuming way, a feeling that quickly brought them both to their end. Joker groaned and panted into her hair, bringing the pace up just another notch. He could feel the Harley was close to crumbling around him and that drove him even more to the edge.
Harley cried out a strangled moan and clamped her teeth suddenly around the Joker's shoulder, as she rode out the intense, feverish desire rattling through her body. A white haze clouded her vision as she felt his relentless hips continue to drag out her powerful release.
Joker wasn't far behind, growling into her platinum bleached hair as her teeth ripped apart the skin on his shoulder. It was one of the most intense feeling she'd ever had whilst being with her like this, maybe it was because they'd been torn apart from her for days. You truly dot know how much you take things for granted until they're taken away.
Harley collapsed completely into his arms, her own limbs growing weak against him. J peeled his hot, sticky body away from hers slightly and brushed some hair away from her face. "You okay kiddo?"
Harley raised her head weakly and smiled at him. "Never been better Daddy." She murmured before pressing her lips against him. "I love you."
"I know." He replied, giving her a kiss on her temple. "Now, get some sleep. I need my Harlequin fighting fit for tomorrow."
Harley nodded and settled against him. In this moment she could forget about where she was and focus on who she was with. It didn't matter that her life would be made a living hell for the forthcoming days, as long as she had her Joker making it heaven at night.