His eyes had surprise spark within them as my lips met his, yet I didn't waver in my intentions. I had finally succumbed to his reality of life. His hand gripped onto my top, fistfuls clenched in his hands as he pulled me closer to his body, the other men in the room shifting awkwardly as they remained unsure if they should leave or wait it out. After a few moments the Joker tore his mouth from mine as a groan escaped his lips. His piercing eyes slid open and fixated on my desire filled face, "out" he murmured to his men, his words dripping with his intentions.
The men swiftly walked out of the room leaving every piece of their work unfinished. Yet the Joker paid no heed, for once allowing for his plans not to be perfected immediately and on schedule. Instead he was intoxicated by his cravings for me, his hands continued to clench tighter and tighter, they remained gripped at my waist and he kissed me once again this time pushing further – more forcefully - into the kiss causing my body to lean back slightly at the weight being pressed onto me. His hand flew to the back of my head, not allowing me any room to waver and pull away, a smile tainted my lips as a hunger grew deeper within me. Every time our lips parted, the tiniest segment of space that appeared, for the smallest of time, would allow for my lips to tingle furiously, longing to be placed back once again on his.
My fingers slipped into his hair, tugging slightly and playing with the soft green locks belonging to the monster of a man before me. I felt the warmth of one of his hands rise to the rip in my top and he tugged with apparent ease, the scraps fell to the floor as he pulled away to admire the view. His metal teeth glistened as his familiar devilish smile cast over his now smudged messy red lips. His blue eyes danced across my body, a yearning in his hooded steel blue eyes that would terrify most. His actions suddenly soothed, became slow and soft as he swept strands of hair behind my face, outlining my bone structure and staring into my eyes with an unusual gaze. His fingers trailed down my neck, my collar bone and across the cuts he had freshly made, stinging erupting from my skin causing me to gasp and whine quietly in pain as tears brimmed in my eyes as I chewed down on my lip trying to stop any noise escaping. Then suddenly just as quickly his emotions turned ferocious and desire filled instead. His fingers which lay limp on my chest suddenly began digging into my soft tanned skin, the cuts brewing with blood once again.
Naturally, a shriek left my mouth, "J! What're you doing?!" I said trying to shrug him away yet the pain that was now radiating in my body made my arm go numb.
"Shhh…Shhh… You're gonna be alright" he grinned as his other hand grabbed the back of my head pulling me once more to his lips. Thankfully his hand left the cuts as a burning sensation began and instead his hands continued to remove items of clothing from my now aching body.
Yet somehow despite the agonising pain the concept of stopping was not an option.
It took very little time before I was stood stark in my underwear before him, my nervous hands frantically trying to undo the rest of the buttons on his already partially undone shirt. Our mouths moved together in synchronisation with a heated passion unmatchable by any other kiss I had experienced in the past. It was a new sensation, a depth to it I hadn't felt since Alfie. The thought of him made my stomach churn and almost pull away yet something tied me to the Joker, a string bound by indestructible wire. He groaned as he felt my hands push his shirt from his pale skin and roam his beautiful body, scars intertwined with the tattoos that cast over his shoulders, the blackness contrasting with his snow coloured skin. In a swift movement his hands grabbed under my thighs and placed me atop of the desk to the side of us as he forced himself between my bare legs his hands lingering across my body in a flurry of lust. His eyes spoke words that would never leave his dominating lips, despite the hunger and force that controlled my body against his I felt comfort, there was a softness in every aggressive action. His green hair was dishevelled and his breathing hastened as he pulled away beginning to unbutton his trousers, pulling back a mischievous smile cast across my stained lips. I removed his hands from the rim of his trousers and instead replaced them with my own, taunting him and teasing him as I slowly began to fiddle with the button and zip which would lead to his undress. His teeth gritting as I did so, becoming more and more enticed as I objected to kisses from him simply leaning my head away as soon as he was millimetres from my lips causing him to instead place his lipstick marks across my neck and collar bone. His hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging in to an almost painful extent and yet all I did was enhance the thrill of my situation.
Once I had finally released him from the constricting fabric of his trousers I once again attempted to resist a kiss which led to J gripping a fist full of my hair, dragging my ear to his mouth as his voice snarled with his quickened breathes, "don't forget your mine little Jester."
With a flood of confidence I replied in a sultry tone, words that I never believed would escape my mouth, "and you're my Joker… what is a quixotic queen supposed to do without her king of Kiers and kenodoxia."
A shrill laugh erupted from within him and I became aware of what I had just said. I had attempted to claim him as he had done me. "You vixen." He stated before slamming his mouth once again to mine. His body pressed against mine and goose bumps prickled my skin at the surprise warmth of his body. I could feel each muscle indenting into my body as his hands roamed the curves of my large breasts and cinched waist. The blood he had caused to erupt from my skin spreading across the 'Ha's' of his tattoos, a more devilish appearance casting over them. His laughter continued to echo in my ears as our breathing quickened, our lips parting and coming together in heated moments of vigour.
The entire flat was silent bar the melodic pants, laughter, and fervent noises that arouse from the room we were concealed within.
Despite not going into further detail about this particular night, I'm sure no more needs to be spoken of what occurred, but I shall say… it most definitely wasn't a joke.