So we last left off with Marissa and the Joker sleeping together. What will happen now...?
I woke up the next morning with a sick feeling in my stomach and a pain in my nether regions. What the Hell had I done last night? Oh right, I beat up some people and then slept with the Joker. I SLEPT WITH THE JOKER?
I shot up in bed, then froze. Slowly turning my head I saw that the Joker was still asleep beside me. How had I let this happen? I tiptoed out of bed and silently walked to my pile of clothes on the floor, pulling on my bra, underwear, and the tank top from last night. Then the Joker groaned and rolled over. I froze again as he sat up and looked around, his eyes squinted from sleep and confusion.
"Shit, where am I?" he said. Then his eyes fell on me. A crooked, cocky smile spread across his face. "Hey dollface." Oh my God, what had I done?
"Ugh, I am so stupid," I said, covering my face with my hands. "I am so. Stupid." The Joker raised his arms above his head, stretching and yawning as if everything were fine in the world. It wasn't like I had just slept with a mass villain who had kidnapped me or anything.
"Relax. So I took your virginity. No big deal! People lose their virginity unexpectedly all the time," he said. The amusement in his voice was evident.
"Not like this. This was me being my sick, twisted self yet again," I contradicted. I could feel a panic attack coming on. "Do you even realize what I've done? I slept with you! You are the Joker!" I was becoming very animated in my rant. "You kill people and blow things up and break laws! I am supposed to be a good person! I just had sex with you! Oh my God. Oh my God, what am I going to do? I shouldn't have wanted to have sex with you!" That's when I started to hyperventilate just a little. The Joker decided he needed to step in.
"Listen babe, you need to calm down," he said, still finding this funny somehow as he climbed out of bed.
"Oh my God you're naked!" I cried as he strode confidently over to me.
"Admit it, you love it," he joked.
"That's just it! I shouldn't love it! But I do!" he seemed very pleased that I admitted that. "You kidnapped me! You've almost always treated me like shit, yet I want to have sex with you. What the Hell!"
The Joker calmly took a hold of my wrists. "Shh shh shh shh," he soothed. "It's gonna be oooo-kay." He said it like he was talking to a person that didn't understand English.
"Okay," I repeated trying to calm my erratic breathing. "It's gonna be okay."
"Atta girl," he said softly with an amused smile on still on his face.
"We'll just be casual about this, right? It never even happened?" I asked, looking up at him desperately.
"It never even happened," he agreed. "Completely casual."
Then his smile faded and he was staring at me with that really intense look again and God I just wanted to jump on him and wrap my legs around him and feel his hands on me…and then the whole "casual" thing was over. The Joker's arms flew around my waist and my feet were off the floor again as he picked me up and we collapsed on the bed. I ripped my lips away from his.
"Wait! This is exactly what I was trying to avoid!" I exclaimed, remembering the panic attack I had just had about sleeping with him the first time. The Joker looked down at me in disbelief.
"You just jumped me two seconds ago!" he had a valid point.
"I know! I'm sorry! I got carried away again!" I wriggled out from underneath him and we were both crouched in front of each other on the bed.
"Yeah, well I have a freaking boner now!" he actually gestured to said boner "and it's your job to take care of this!" he insisted.
"That is not my job! Look, I can't sleep with you again!" I protested.
"Why not?" the Joker yelled back.
"Because it's WEIRD!" Both of our voices were raising with each sentence and I knew this must be a hysterical conversation to overhear.
"You just made this whole situation ten times weirder! That was all you!" he retorted.
"Yeah, well I'm sorry I've made you uncomfortable! I just don't want to sleep with the guy who kidnapped me! Again!"
"Fine! I don't wanna sleep with you either!"
"Really, cuz your boner says otherwise!" Okay, that was a low blow on my part. I kind of deserved what I got next. The Joker glared at me, totally taken aback for a second, but he quickly recovered.
"Come here," he demanded, his voice low as he reached out to me.
"Don't you dare try to rape me," I warned, trying to get away, but he had already grabbed my wrist.
"It's not rape, you totally want me!" the Joker said while he dragged me across the bed to him. I made a few more protests, but as he struggled to get my underwear off, I knew that this was a battle I couldn't win. I wanted him too badly. I grabbed the back of his head and crashed his lips to mine, biting his lip harder than the average person would enjoy. However, the Joker seemed to like some pain with his pleasure and he let out an animalistic growl against my mouth. He tugged my underwear the rest of the way off and plunged into me without another moment's thought. I moaned loudly and he pumped himself into me fast and hard. It still hurt a little, but it was much better than last night, given that I wasn't consumed by the initial pain of losing my virginity.
The Joker pushed my tank top up as high as he could with one hand, biting and sucking on my skin along the way, leaving a trail of hickeys from my stomach to my neck. I flung the shirt off over my head, then raked my nails down his back, slamming my hips into his, emitting more growls from the Joker.
Suddenly, the Joker pulled out of me and flipped me over onto all fours. I cried out as he entered me from behind, then resumed his intense pace. His body completely covered mine and I couldn't do anything but cling to the sheets underneath me. I felt myself contracting tighter and tighter around the Joker and my moans and cries of ecstasy became more frequent. The Joker groped at my bra-covered breasts with the hand that wasn't holding him up and I couldn't take anymore. I came hard, my inner walls contracting over and over again until the Joker let out a shaky breath as he came inside me. He dropped his head onto my back, his breathing hot and heavy against my skin. After a few moments he slid out of me and we collapsed back in bed under the sheet, leaning against the headboard.
"Okay, so 'being casual' obviously didn't work," the Joker said after a few minutes of silence.
"No," I agreed.
" So I think we should just settle for being fuck-buddies."
"What!"
"Fuck-buddies. We have sex whenever we want but without the...emotional attatchment and we don't have to pretend to forget about it," he said matter-of-factly. There was a long pause as I contemplated this. I opened my mouth, but then closed it, not believing what I was about to say.
"I think that's the best option here," I finally agreed.
"YES!" the Joker yelled, making me jump.
"Excited are we?" I asked sarcastically.
"Hell yeah. You're my fuck-buddy now, I can have sex whenever the Hell I want and I don't have to fight you for it. This is awesome."
"What the hell did I just agree to," I mumbled, shaking my head. The Joker jumped up onto his knees next to me excitedly.
"You just agreed to be my fuck-buddy. So come on buddy, let's fuck." I had to laugh at that, but I was quickly cut off when I was tackled by the Joker in another hungry kiss.
Hopefully you guys liked the way they reacted to the morning after. I thought it made sense to give Marissa a mild freak-out of conflicting feelings and the Joker a very casual air, like it meant nothing. Please review!