Author's Note: (If you want an unnecessarily long update as to why I was gone/about the story, here ya go) *peaks out from my accidental hiatus* Heyyyy…..how ya doin…?

Unfortunately, my mental health took a bad toll & I wasn't in a good place for writing :/ thankfully I'm doing better & am excited to start this up again!

To anyone who checked up on me or kept requesting I update, thank you! It means a lot to me that you guys enjoy my writing, and the reassurance really helps me out. I love you all 3

So for my months of silence, I tried to make this chapter longer than usual. I'm already working on the next update, so stay tuned for that too! We have another character appearance then & I'm excited to add our fav hero into the mix! I know my updates are sporadic, but I have a lot planned so it won't be abandoned. I fully plan on finishing this story but that won't be for a long time lol-too much plot I want to develop.

This chapter has some fluff but it's in the process! I've always pictured the Joker as someone who battles between normalcy and complete madness. You'll see this (and probably have already) as the story progresses too. There's also more smut in this one...what can I say? I'm a whore for Jack/Joker & so is Diana lol. I'm also a sucker for M+ stories so…*shrugs* Don't say I didn't warn you. But don't worry, the plot is building & I'm super excited for you guys to see where this is going to go!

Also, to address the questions of "when will Jack transition to Joker?" soon! I really want it to be a smooth transition so it might take a chapter or two to build up-that way it'll make sense but I have a clear idea of how it'll go. This is a PRE-joker story, so currently Joker and Batman don't exist yet. They're both in their early stages so it'll happen soon. That almost means it'll get angsty for a sec, but trust the process and know there's a method to my madness. Erm...well sort of.

If you read all my rambling…thank you lol. As usual, thank you so much for reading, favoriting, bookmarking, etc. this story! It means the world to me! Hope you enjoy :)

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Wednesday, October 17th, 9:45am

We had gotten into a routine over the past few weeks.

It was almost an unspoken rule that Jack stop by every night. Sometimes I'd come home late from work and Jack would already be waiting for me with takeout from my favorite Thai place.

It wasn't the most healthy thing in the world, and I noticed Jack avoided eating his vegetables at all costs. He only ate the orange chicken and pad thai noodles, leaving a sad heap of fried peas and carrots on the side of his plate. I'd tease him about his lack of a diverse diet but Jack would just put the uneaten veggies on my plate and insist he left them for me because he knew I liked them.

It was also probably the sweetest thing he's ever done and it nearly melted me into a puddle.

Other times Jack would be the one late.

Always "work related stuff", which I still didn't exactly know what that entailed but I wasn't one to push for answers. He said he was in the freelance business and it seemed to be working well for him. Jack never complained about money and NEVER let me pay for food.

The couple of times I had gotten us food (limited due to my unnervingly long work schedule), Jack would always sneak his cash in my pant pocket or table.

When I confronted him about never letting me pay, Jack didn't get upset or overly defensive.

Instead he just smirked and replied, "I've never had the chance to be chivalrous and you work way more than me. I like showing my appreciation to my favorite healer."

Needless to say, I was a blushing tomato and didn't fight him on the topic again.

I didn't really know what I had expected to happen after the (VERY HOT) morning sex we shared. I definitely never thought my moody neighbor debacle would turn into some sexy romance plot. But I sure as hell wasn't complaining.

That didn't stop the anxiety I had when it came down to determining what exactly was happening between me and Jack.

We never had the conversation or even declared any feelings openly. Jack didn't seem like the type of person to do those things.

It was too ordered for him. Too definitive.

But he did show his affection. Whether it was him dropping off a coffee while I studied or rubbing my back when I was tired from work-it was clear Jack displayed his feelings more than he spoke them.

Despite his previous isolation, Jack welcomed the physical contact.

God, he loved physical contact and I was in heaven.

It wasn't always sexual (not that my libdo could complain when it was). Sometimes he would press himself behind me while I washed the dishes and smell my hair. Whenever I'd doze off while we're watching a film on the couch, I'd awake on his chest while he played with my curls

Most of the time, his sweet gestures turned sexual. But Jack never pushed-always aware if I was too tired from work.

Usually I was the instigator.

Pushing myself back against his crotch, until he'd growl and take me against the kitchen counter. Other times I wasn't so subtle-climbing onto his lap and kissing him senseless. It always ended with us in a sweaty, naked mess. At this point we'd gone through almost every inch of my apartment.

Jack never complained, instead teasing me that I wasn't such an "innocent Pop-Tart".

Hence the brilliant idea of surprising him with a strip tease with me covering myself in whipped cream topped with (you guessed it!) crumbled poptarts.

I already had the supplies in my kitchen, as well as a new black lingerie set I'd bought for the occasion.

Anxiously I bounced my knee and fidgeted in my seat. In order to pull off Jack's surprise, I needed to get drunk ahead of time. There was no way my self-conscious ass was going to do all that confidently while sober.

"What's got you so riled up? Can't wait to see your lover boy?", Olivia piped up across from me.

I rolled my eyes and scrunched my nose. I couldn't imagine Jack's reaction to Olivia's new nickname for him.

"I'm starting to overthink operation Pop-tart."

Yep. That's our actual code name. I have no excuses except my cognitive ability has clearly been overthrown by my carnal instincts.

Olivia snorted, "I told you, just put on some stripper song and turn yourself into a snack. That'll drive grumpy pants crazy."

I squirmed, whether from nervousness or embarrassment I wasn't sure.

"Besides, I'm sure after this past month you've turned that internal frown of his upside down,' Olivia said, laughing.

Admittedly, that part was true. Jack didn't shoot death glares to every single person that crossed his path anymore. He even greeted the doorman a couple times, much to the shock of everyone. It was only when I was around but still...it was something.

Except Peter. I had no idea why, but it was like some weird territorial thing.

Thankfully Peter just pretended he never had to give me the "please be more quiet during sex, you're bothering the other tentants talk", and we got back to normal quickly. But that didn't stop Jack from literally growling or pulling me close to him every time Peter tried to hug me.

I couldn't tell if it was cute or hilarious-mostly absurd that someone like Jack would be threatened by an underage teenager. But...still, kind of cute?

Regardless none of that sedated the apprehension in my stomach.

I resisted the pitiful urge to bury my face in my hands.

"I'm going to humiliate myself, Liv," I grumbled.

"You already have before and he clearly thinks it's cute," she retorted.

Can't argue against that.

…...

1:54pm

I knocked on Dr. Kurvousky's office door. He had requested I meet with him during my break to brief me for the Medical Conference this weekend.

Within a minute I was ushered inside and seated.

His office mimicked his personality-old and cozy. The traditionally wooden desk was riddled with intricate carvings lined with gold metal. His walls were arranged with educational diplomas and countless awards. In the center, he kept a photo of his wife and two children-showcasing his biggest accomplishment as he called it.

Dr. Kurvousky really was a national treasure in the vice that was Gotham.

"Well, I'm sure you're just as excited as I am for the conference. Since this is your first conference, I want to inform you ahead of time what'll be expected of you and tips."

Shifting in my seat, I nodded and waited for him to continue.

"Now you'll be in a room with many accomplished individuals. And that's exactly what you want," he said triumphantly. He shuffled through some folders and pulled out my academic files.

"You have a few publications from your undergraduate and graduate careers, so take this opportunity to discuss them. I've already passed along to many colleagues that you're at the top of your class. All you have to do is show them who you are."

I wasn't as confident as Dr. Kurvousky that was all it would take for my medical career to flourish but I managed another nod.

"Thank you for believing in me. I don't really feel ready for something like this," I said meekly. Sometimes I wasn't so sure I deserved it.

"Of course, Diana. I'm not just your mentor, but also a friend. And I'm going to give you the same advice I give to my children, don't be so hard on yourself. You have a lot more to give than the people who've done enough."

Sometimes I wondered if Dr. Kurvousky did motivational speaking on the side.

…

3:15pm

The briefing had gone relatively well. After giving me the run-down on his best tips to stand-out and make a name for myself, Kurvousky had managed to boost the tiny fragment of confidence I possessed.

Humming to myself, I examined my patient's CT scan.

Well, attempted to.

"Ah, I see pretending to know what you're doing is still working out for you," spoke the nauseatingly annoying voice of Crane.

"Right back at ya, bud," I replied casually, not bothering to look from my screen.

I heard Crane snort behind me, "Cute."

I wrinkled my nose but said nothing. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away!

That plan was vetoed immediately by Jonathon's next comment.

"You know, I still can't seem to wrap my head around how you managed to get yourself a free pass to the medical expo," he drawled.

"Yep, it's like a fever dream for me too, buddy," I said dully.

I felt Jonathon's breath behind my ear, "Let's be honest, we both know whatever favors you're doing for Dr. Kurvousky are what really secured your ticket."

Excuse me?

"It's a shame really. That you feel the need to whore yourself out. I would think you'd know better than that," he continued casually.

Any prior plan to ignore him was completely abandoned now.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I nearly screeched, recoiling in my seat in an attempt to get away from him.

I strongly debated just strangling him.

Once again my personal space was invaded as he leaned over my shoulder to peer at the screen.

"Are you planning on using that wonderful eloquence of yours at the conference this Saturday? Because word of advice, you're already going in on thin-ice and I'd hate to see you fail more than you already at are finding the lesion on the lateral-"

I stood up abruptly and faced Crane. He stumbled slightly in surprise but composed himself quickly.

I was seething.

"Listen asshole, because I'm only repeating this once: whatever narcissism disorder you have you should seek help. I've never given you a reason to bother me except that my test scores are higher than yours. Because newsflash, I got in because I'm smarter than you. I out-perform you on every exam. How does that feel?" I snarled smugly.

Crane opened his mouth but shut it quickly.

There goes that eye twitch.

We were starting to get the attention of a herd of PA's but I didn't care.

"When we started this program together I had no ill-will towards you. You continuously go out of your way to bother me and I've clearly been too subtle. Whatever you need to do to get over me getting into the conference and not you is your problem. Keep it to yourself unless you want me to go straight to the board about all the times you tried to inflict experimental protocols for routine patients."

Crane visibly paled. Obviously I would go to the board regardless, but I only caught him doing it a couple times doing our first year, and had gone straight to our mentor. After Dr. Kurvousky's reprimanding I was sure Jonathon hadn't tried that again.

Still, it went for good ammo now.

"And if you ever overstep around me one more time, I will personally ensure the only lesions I observe are the ones I'll inflict on your poor excuse of a brain," I seethed in his face.

I could see the rage in Crane's eyes, but he remained silent. His jaw clenched and unclenched a couple times before he stormed out of the room.

My eyes burned before I fled to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall.

I barely made it in time before the tears started flowing.

…

3:37pm

I can't believe that bastard made me cry.

I wasn't sure if I was more mad at myself or the situation, but this whole 'crying whenever I feel emotions too intensely' thing was getting old.

A knock broke me out of my sniffling.

"Hey," it was Olivia. "I heard what happened. Open the door."

Deciding to be a child I mustered a pitiful, "No," and blew my nose.

A sigh came from the otherside of the stall before I heard Olivia slump against the door.

"Well if it makes you feel better, I hear Crane's crying too."

I snorted. Although I doubted he actually was, I'd pay to see that.

"Come on, D. You have every right to feel frustrated but you really handed it to him today. He left work early after that. Gave Dr. Kurvousky some lame excuse that his grandmother fell down. Crane doesn't have a grandmother," Olivia explained with a chuckle.

He left work for that?

"Why would he leave work because I yelled at him?" I sniffled in confusion.

I only yelled in self-defense. HE was the one who invaded my personal space and verbally attacked me.

There was a pause before Olivia stated, "Probably because he has a crush on you."

I nearly choked. He-

WHAT?

I blinked a couple of times before regaining the ability to speak. I felt nauseous.

"Liv, I don't know if you took something before coming into work but the only reason he fights with me is because he sees me as a threat to his career."

Olivia made a noise of frustration, or perhaps annoyance-I couldn't tell. "You really think he only has it out for you because you score better than him? There's 4 of you in this program. Remember that one time when Mark scored better than both of you a year ago? Crane never batted an eye at him Or when that kid Artem got an offer with Global Health? Didn't even comment on it. Crane only competes with you. Think that's coincidence?"

I could feel bile rising in my throat. This had to be a misunderstanding.

"That doesn't mean anything! There's no way-"

Olivia huffed, cutting me off. "Ever since you and lover boy started getting closer, have you noticed Crane picks on you more? Bothers you more?" she pressed.

Oh god. No. No, no, noooo.

This couldn't be happening.

Jonathon had been more pestering lately. It wasn't exactly like Liv or the others kept quiet about my….relationship? (I'd deal with defining it later). Crane had overheard them….and it was then I realized he'd invaded my personal space every shift since.

That bastard bullied me every chance he got-even if somehow Olivia was right (which I couldn't comprehend on any level)-there was no way in hell I'd ever see him other than a sexist asshole with ego issues.

"I hate everything," I groaned into my hands.

"Not Mr. Moody" Liv retorted sweetly.

True. I decided it was best to keep this information to myself. I had a bad feeling Jack finding out would only result in violence.

Not that I particularly cared if Crane got his ass kicked, I could take care of myself. But I did care if I saw Jack get taken away in handcuffs.

Besides, this was still just a theory. I refused to believe it was actually true.

I swallowed the bile in my mouth. "What do I do? It's not like I'd ever reciprocate feelings."

Although I couldn't see her, I practically felt Olivia shrug against the door. "To be honest, you don't need to do anything. I have a feeling he'll be too embarrassed to bother you again. At least for a while."

"Yeah," I said, trying to ignore the queasiness I felt.

"Don't worry about it. We both know this will blow over." Olivia hummed before continuing, "Besides, you have enough anxiety worrying about your Pop-Tart plan tonight."

Don't remind me.

"Thanks, Liv," I mumbled against my palms.

As pitiful as I felt, I remembered something important:

I really need to get back to work.

….

4:05pm

PA's are such big mouths.

Well not exactly. It was more the nurse's fault, all they did was gossip. It was a distraction from the stress of work-so I understood.

But still.

Now almost everyone on the floor had heard about how "I put Crane in his place".

Or at least that's how Olivia had put it. Dean had offered to step-in and personally speak to Crane so he left me alone, but I refused. I didn't need anyone else getting involved.

Besides, I was pretty sure after today, Jonathon was too embarrassed to bother me.

So yay, I guess?

Except I couldn't go the rest of the shift without hearing whispers from my coworkers.

Ugh, I really need a drink now.

…..

5:32pm

There was no way Liv was right.

The only reason Crane got more annoying was because the medical conference was coming up. He couldn't handle the thought of anyone in our program-let alone a female-being chosen over him.

That had to be it. No other explanation.

5:57pm

….right?

6:05pm

It doesn't matter anyway! Crane has no business harassing me, and this just proves he's an entitled prick.

6:11pm

Also, gross.

6:20pm

I hate men.

….

8:40pm

I wasn't drunk enough.

Jack was going to be over any minute. I had invited him over under the guise of dinner and a movie, not revealing the anxiety inducing plan I had in an attempt to seduce him.

I had slept with him over a handful of times-too many for me to count anymore. Why was I so nervous to do this?

Hence the need to quench my nerves with alcohol.

However, I was far too sober. In retrospect and irony, I really shouldn't have chugged another beer bottle-but I was desperate to soothe my nerves. And I was still a little disgruntled from my encounter with Crane.

Gross.

I wasn't sure if I was referring to Crane or the beer at this point.

"Are we celebrating something cupcake, or do I need to have an intervention?"

The sound of Jack's voice made me drop the empty bottle and it shattered as it hit the hardwood floor of my kitchen.

I forgot he knew where my spare key was and could let himself in. Blushing I went to grab my broom.

So much for seducing him.

"I had a hard day at work and wanted to take the edge off," I mumbled as I walked past him.

Without a word, Jack grabbed the dust-pan and broom from my hands as he began cleaning the glass off the floor.

"Hmmm. What's got you so riled up then?" The question slipped casually off his tongue, but here was an underlying mirth in his tone. As though he was expecting me to tell him I was being harassed at work.

Which I kind of was, but Crane was more like a mosquito than an actual threat.

If only smacking him with a fly-swatter got rid of him.

"Nothing really, just nervous for the medical conference I have Saturday. My boss is making a big deal out of it and I guess I'm letting it get to me," I deflected.

Not a lie...but not the present truth either.

Jack continued to study me. The room filled with the smacking sound of him sucking in his scars. I had noticed quickly it was a habit he did whenever he was in deep thought.

"I need the name," he finally said.

Confused, I furrowed my brows, "A name for what?"

"For the bastard that always gives you a hard time," he replied evenly, as though we were talking about the weather and not how he was asking for the identity of the man he wanted to beat to a pulp for stressing me out.

When Dean had brought up his offer, I knew he'd just threaten Crane and not actually do anything unless it was self-defense.

But with Jack I wasn't so sure that boundary was there. Despite his calm outward appearance, I could see the tension in his body, knuckles practically white as they held the broom, and the flickers of rage in his amber eyes.

For a brief moment, I wondered if the broom would snap between the death grip in his palms.

I shook my head. "Nah, I already told him I'd kick his ass if he tried to correct my CT scans again," I said jokingly, shrugging off the intensity in the atmosphere.

Unless I wanted to see Jack go to prison, there was no way I was giving him Crane's name.

The mirth didn't fade from his gaze, but Jack grinned in approval. "There's my feisty, doc-tor. Always surprising me," he purred.

The sound went straight to my core. Focus!

I attempted to swallow the sudden dryness in my mouth. "Speaking of surprises, are you ready for dinner?"

Jack hummed, "Mmm, what's on the menu? I mus-st say, I'm excited to see what my little healer cooked up for tonight."

"I was actually thinking of starting with dessert," I said, miraculously without waiver in my voice.

Jack raised his eyebrows, staring at me as though he could decipher my thoughts.

Licking the corners of his scarred lips he said, "Got a sweet-tooth tonight, Pop-Tart?"

Oh, you have no idea.

…

The alcohol was definitely hitting me now.

It was a wonder how I convinced Jack to sit still. But he sat on the couch, his hands gripping the decorative pillows in self-restraint.

The sight of him desperately battling his desires was enough to keep me from acting on my own and abandoning the idea to jump him.

It was one of those rare moments that Jack let me have complete control, and I was going to take full advantage of it.

Swaying my hips to the beat, I peeled off the last layer of clothing that hid my skimpy lingerie set. Now I slowly danced in front of Jack with nothing but the barely modest attire of bra and panties with thigh highs to match.

A deep growl rumbled from Jack, but he made no move to touch me. Instead one of the pillows was placed in a death grip between his arms.

I turned around, bending down to lightly graze his crotch with my ass. I heard a hiss behind me before his fingertips slide across my hips. Giggling I leaned my head against his shoulder and reached to wrap my arms around his neck.

The alcohol mixed with my insatiable desire for this man were driving every move I made.

My lips brushed against his ear, "Ah, ah! No touching, or else you won't get your dessert."

Jack groaned before removing his hands to regrasp the pillow. We both knew he could easily take back control, but he didn't want to. As much as he loved being dominant, it was just as much fun for him to find out what I'd do next.

Grinding myself against him, I gasped as I felt the hardness in his pants. I looked behind me briefly to see Jack biting the pillow.

If that wasn't the hottest thing I'd seen.

I found myself getting lost in the delicious friction, with Jack's muffled moaning encouraging me further. I almost brought myself to a climax before remembering I wanted to drive him crazy.

I unclasped the back of my bra, my adrenaline pumping as I practically felt Jack's eyes follow every movement.

Turning around, I peered over my shoulder as the thin fabric slipped off my body and onto the floor. My pelvic muscles clenched painfully from Jack's piercing gaze.

Standing up I made a move to grab my secret weapons.

Time to make a Diana sundae.

Licking my lips, I grasped his hand and sprayed a layer of whipped cream over his index finger. Jack sucked at his scars in anticipation.

Leaning forward, I placed his finger in my mouth and sucked off the whipped cream. My tongue swirled around the appendage and I moaned at the taste of his skin.

The sound of Jack's groan shot straight to my throbbing clit. His body shook beneath me as any self-control he had left was waning thin.

Slowly I pulled his finger out of my mouth, completely aware of his penetrating gaze. His eyes widened as I sat back and sprayed the whipped cream over my breasts.

Jack's stare scorched my skin, fueling my intoxication further. He leaned forward, but I gently nudged him back with my foot.

"My turn," he growled.

It almost looked like he was pouting too. How did he look terrifying and adorable at the same time?

I shook my head teasingly. "Be patient or you'll miss the best part," I hummed.

Grabbing the container of crushed Pop-Tarts, I sprinkled them over the whipped cream.

Jack licked his lips. "Who knew my little doc was so creative?" he said in a deep voice.

"Do you want a taste?" I purred, feeling dizzy from the adrenaline and alcohol.

Without a word Jack pulled me onto his lap, his mouth latching on my right breast. I moaned as he devoured the dessert toppings off my body. His tongue swirled around my exposed nippled, forcing an audible gasp from me when he sucked on the sensitive skin.

I ground myself harder against the painfully hard bulge in his trousers. His hands grasped my hips and stilled me.

"Jack," I whimpered in desperation.

He hummed against my skin, moving onto the other breast and repeating his menstrations.

"You had your fun. Now I want my treat, Pop-Tart," he spoke breathily. "And I'm going to take my swe-et time. Need to make sure I lick every drop."

Swiftly, he flipped us over. Jack towered over me as I lay against the cool leather couch. A trail of kisses inflamed my skin as he moved towards my navel.

I gasped as he ripped the flimsy thong and threw the ruined fabric onto the carpet.

Jack knelt down, pulling my right leg over his shoulder as he nipped at my thighs. He steadily inched his mouth towards my entrance, stopping to gently nibble, kiss, and lick the soft flesh of my inner thighs. The friction from his scars lulled me further into a wanton haze and I clung desperately to the cushions beneath me. His soft lustful hums drew goosebumps over my skin and I painfully resisted the urge to beg.

Jack's hot breath ghosted over my dripping core, "Mmmm, you are quite sweet." He pulled back to throw the t-shirt over his head.

Mischievously he grabbed the whipped cream can and dispensed a generous layer over my clit. I squirmed from the sensation but remained completely still at his mercy.

"But let's make this extra fun," and with that he added a few Pop-Tart crumbs on top.

Whimpering beneath him, I tried to regain my breathing. I realized then the control I had earlier had always been in Jack's power. Once he had enough teasing, he somehow managed to turn his surprise and use it on me.

My head spun from the excitement. The feeling of his warm tongue traced the top layers of whipped cream, deliberately avoiding the skin underneath.

Moaning, I threw my head back and my eyes fluttered shut. The pressure in my abdomen felt like a suffocating heat from all the teasing. I bit my bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to stifle the sounds he evoked out of me.

I knew Jack wanted me to beg. This was payback for the "no touch rule"-or it must have been, because that was the only thing that kept him from interrupting my surprise.

I raised my head to meet Jack's stare. My body shook in desire as I watched him lick off the last remnants of whipped cream and pop-tart mixture.

"Mmmm, my Pop-Tart turned into a Pop-Tart. You sure know how to spoil me," he cooed gleefully.

If I wasn't so inebriated from the alcohol & his presence, I'd find it really cute how Jack mimicked a kid in a candy store.

Jack, feeling meriful, finally began to put me out of my misery as he dipped his tongue between my dripping folds.

"Ohhh!" I moaned loudly, my head slamming back against the couch cushions. "Jack-k, oo-oh!"

My core felt like it was being ignited, as though throbbing flame carried from Jack's skilled mouth traveled to every fiber in my body. He hummed in approval at my vocal praise, pulling my thighs closer against his face and sucking harder on my clit.

My hips thrashed against his scars as he inserted a finger, alternating between pumping his tongue and appendage out of my aching core.

Stars clouded my vision and I was certain I was going to faint from the intense pleasure. No one had ever made me feel this way, and yet it was like every time Jack had a magic touch.

Close! I was so close and I could feel myself begin to spill over the edge-

Abruptly I felt Jack stop and pull himself back slightly. I made a frustrated groan, peering down at him in disbelief.

"Ah, ah...not so fast, my sweet Pop-Tart," he grinned with a devilish glint in his eyes. "You've, uh, been a very naughty girl. Almost gave me a cavity from all these sweets," he teased.

Leaning forward he licked one of my hardened nipples, causing me to jerk beneath him and moan. "And naughty girls….need to earn their treats."

I was so turned on I couldn't breathe.

Jack had always been a hard lover, but he was more dominating than verbal. This was also the first time he hadn't made sure I got off right away, but I knew it was part of his revenge for the striptease I put him through. This side of him was newer but the pulsing heat in my core welcomed it eagerly.

He stood in front me, a large dent poking out from his pants. Still recovering from my daze, I shakingly sat up and grasped the protruding bulge, sliding my hand gently to grab his length.

Peering up at him, I rubbed his clothed member, placing a kiss on the exposed skin below his navel. I felt Jack shudder beneath my lips, while he pushed into my hand.

I smirked. Two can play this game.

As much as I wanted to submit to Jack's dominance, there was a larger part of my defiant nature that decided to challenge him.

I continued placing open mouth kisses along his skin, lowering towards his clothed erection. My lips ghosted over the fabric as I flicked my tongue tauntingly.

Jack growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and sending shivers down my spine. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it caused my thighs to clench with him caught in between.

"Enough teasing," he said through gritted teeth.

Maintaining eye contact, I shook my head playfully. I leaned forward towards his protruding tip, sucking over the clothed hardness.

Jack made a strangled noise, his grip in my hair tightening.

"I've been thinking about this all day," I murmured. "I'll tease you as much as I want."

There was a gleam of excitement in Jack's eyes, almost as though he was pleased I wasn't submitting to him.

"So...my kitten wants to play," he muttered, seemingly more to himself.

I continued my pursuit, nibbling at the fabric as I unbuttoned the top of his trousers and pushed them down. I drooled at the sight of his painfully stiff erection straining against the dark purple boxers. Leisurely I rubbed my nose against the cotton briefs, stopping to suck and trace the outline of his hardness. Jack made a series of frustrated hums as he jerked my hair lightly, more urgently.

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, I pulled them down revealing his long, thick member.

It was a wonder how he fit.

Jack's blackened gaze bore into mine as I swirled my tongue along the tip. The grip in my hair had become painful but it somehow turned me on even more. His soft gasps and groans caused the throbbing between my legs to intensify, and I was certain I was dripping onto the carpet.

I pulled back slightly to grab the can of whipped cream and watched as Jack raised his brows in interest.

"Can I have my treat now?" I asked in a sultry purr.

There was a strangled moan before Jack managed a nod. Humming, I sprayed a layer of the sweet topping over his length.

Jack for dessert was going to have to be a more regular occurrence.

Slowly I licked the sugary cream from base to tip, peering up to see his reaction. He returned my gaze with half-lidded eyes, glazed over in lust. His fingers rubbed against my scalp gently-almost lovingly.

I took him into my mouth as much as I could, gagging slightly as I felt him hit the back of my throat.

"Good girl," Jack growled above me

I continued pulling him in and out of my mouth, moaning from the taste of his cock. My hand went between my legs as I felt Jack begin to buck his hips, forcing more of his length down my throat.

Fuck, I could get off just on pleasuring him.

Suddenly, Jack withdrew himself from my lips. He was peering down at me in such an intense desire I nearly came.

"No," he forced out, gaze shifting to the hand between my legs. "That's for me," he said roughly.

Before I could even think to formulate a response, he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips, and laid me back down against the couch.

Torturously slow, he took his length and rubbed it against my slick folds.

"Nnghh-Jack!" I groaned, bucking my hips to seek some relief from the pounding in my core.

Lustfully hooded eyes bore into mine as Jack wordlessly entered inside me. A warm hand grasped my throat, pinning me in place as he pounded into me. He leaned forward, his free hand gripping onto my bottom and jerked my hips up so he could penetrate me deeper.

The burning in my navel felt like a forest fire. I was in a delicious trap, completely at his mercy at the way he held and fucked me with no restraint.

Talk about a sugar high. My eyes rolled into my head and I wondered if I'd pass out from the overindulgence.

Jack's hand left my throat and was replaced with his lips. I moaned his name, over and over, as he rubbed his scarred mouth affectionately along my neck, licking and nipping at the delicate skin. His biceps rippled beneath my fingertips in a delicious friction. My back arched as he shuddered against me, quietly groaning my name into the crook between my neck and shoulder.

I felt Jack grab the back of my legs and tugged them over his shoulders, giving him more access into my pulsing pussy. My nails raked his back at the ferocity of this new position.

Unable to contain the moans, I bit into his shoulder and muffled my moans against the tissue. Jack's breathy moans sounded hot against my ears. The friction was reaching an unbearable pressure and I sensed my orgasm approaching.

"Please-e, Jack I need-d" I whimpered as he marked my left breast with his teeth.

Jack made no verbal response, but made an animalistic growl and began increasing his pace violently. He crashed his scarred lips against mine and I gasped at the sensation of his tongue assaulting my own.

I screamed into his mouth as he practically roared into mine, both of us reaching our peak and shaking from the intensity of our orgasms.

I pulled back to gasp for air, my head falling against the pillows as Jack shuddered against me.

"So...did you like your surprise?" I asked after a few moments of us panting.

Jack brushed his nose against my cheek, the scars grazing my skin delicately.

"You are my surprise, cupcake," he murmured in a deep voice.

A light bulb went off in my head at the nickname.

Licking my lips, I met his dark gaze, "Is this your sweet way of asking for another surprise?" I teased.

Jack grinned in response.

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Author's Note:

I hope you guys enjoyed! Some of you lovely readers caught onto the idea that Crane has a thing for our sweet protagonist. Don't worry, it's not for fluff! There's a plot-reason for this and it will make sense later into the story. For now, enjoy & please let me know what you think!