A/N: This is strictly a smexy one shot that I was thinking about last night. It will not be a long story and it's honestly just for fun and just for Jokachel fans who love smut, especially Jokachel SMUT!! WOO!
Rated M for obvious reasons.
In This both Rachel and Harvey survived and the Joker has been stalking Rachel and giving her late night visits. She has grown used to his company.
Chapter 2: Same Place, Same Time
The Joker disappeared into the darkness, turning nothing on; just walking through doorways. Once Rachel entered her bedroom, a jolt of panic arose in her throat. What if he left you? What if he's going to kill you? What are you doing! Rachel's inner voice kept shouting in her head. It was dark in her room; she couldn't make out any moving object. Maybe he really was gone.
With a sigh of realization, Rachel prepared herself for disappointment. She crossed her arms over her bare chest in humiliation and searched for something to wear. Her cheeks were flush red and warm tears were beginning to form at her eyes.
"Asshole…" She muttered miserably to herself.
Suddenly, Rachel felt a cold hand on the back of her head. The hand was slowly brushing the hair over her shoulder. Exposing her neck to him. The Joker giggled mercilessly, as he placed his wet lips on the soft skin of her neck. Goosebumps rose where he kissed her and a shudder of pleasure escaped Rachel's body. The Joker spun Rachel around in his arms so that she was facing him. His hands rested at the small of her back. Rachel reached her hands up to wrap them around his neck. Bravely, she leaned in and placed a small kiss on the base of his throat. The Joker moaned deeply, pulling her tight against his body. Rachel could feel his arousal through his pants and the feeling made her a little weak in the knees.
"Where did you go?" Rachel asked weakly.
The Joker perked an eyebrow and sucked his teeth, "Well, my darrrrrling Rachel—one can't be too careful…" He smiled briefly before leaning in to whisper in her ear, "If you catch my drifttt." He purred. Rachel blushed at the image that the Joker painted in her mind; soon she wouldn't have to leave anything about him to the imagination.
"Oh… well, I didn't take you as being the safe type." Rachel teased.
"I'm not stupid." The Joker said, seriously. Rachel was slightly taken a back by the sudden change in his voice. All seriousness aside, the Joker began to undress. Rachel watched in excitement as layer by layer was being removed from his body. She wasn't sure what to expect when he unclothed himself. But it wasn't this; he was covered in scars. Deep gashes, some shallow, some recent and a couple of bandages with blood seeping through. There were bruises—new ones. Rachel gasped in horror, but the Joker merely laughed.
"Who—what—how?" Rachel stuttered, still wide-eyed and staring.
"You forgot the; when, where and why?" He added impatiently. "No more questions!" He snapped and grabbed her roughly—throwing her to the bed. Rachel wondered how he had so much strength. When he physically looked dead.
The Joker hopped on the bed along with her and quickly pinned her to the mattress. Straddling her waist and grinding his hips into hers, extracting a small moan from her.
"Okay, let's make this quick and painful." He announced. Rachel grimaced at his words, but found herself to roused to care when he ground his hips once again. The Joker let his hand travel down her body till he reached her panties. Rachel hadn't realized that he was holding his blade; when she heard the shedding of clothing. Finally, Rachel was completely naked, and lying beneath a madman. She felt as though she might explode if he didn't make a move soon. The Joker took his knife and traced it along her folds. The cold metal, mixed with the fear was exhilarating.
"If I say, Pretty please… will you make a fucking move!" Rachel snapped. The Joker snickered.
"Beggars can't be choosers, Miss. Dawes—but since you asked so nicely." He then plunged two fingers inside of her. Rachel cried out and arched her back. He stopped all movements within her and allowed her to fuck his fingers. She moved fiercely to try and get some friction, but it wasn't enough. He let out a loud cackle and continued to watch her in amusement.
"You bastard…" She moaned.
"Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty!" The Joker added another finger and finally moved in and out of her. While he worked his hand, he lowered his mouth to her warm center. He flicked his tongue and faintly blushed her sensitive nub. Rachel bit her lip in ecstasy as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue. The Joker moaned into her, letting Rachel know how much he was enjoying her taste. Rachel wove her fingers through his hair and pushed down on his head, to urge him to go deeper. The Joker suddenly stopped all of his movements and pulled out of her. Rachel gasped in aggravation.
"No…" Rachel raised her hands and ran them through her hair. The Joker traveled up her body till his face was just inches from hers. He captured her mouth with his and ran his tongue that was filled with her juices on her own. Rachel thought she would gag, but the flavour mixed with the taste of his lips; made her toes curl. While he was kissing her, his hand was massaging her breast.
Rachel lowered her hand to his waist and hastily began to unbuckle his belt. The Joker helped by kicking off his pants and polka-dot boxers. Rachel giggled slightly at the sight. The Joker wasted no more time; he was clearly in need of release. He grabbed Rachel's thighs and placed them on his shoulders; positioning himself between her legs. His erection placed at her awaiting entrance. Rachel wrapped her calves loosely around his neck and raised her arms above her head to hold onto her bed frame. With one hard thrust he was completely lost within her. Rachel's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her hands gripping the furniture tighter with every thrust. Both of their breathing became ragged as they were both reaching their climax. Rachel thought vaguely of her teakettle. When the water began to boil and the steam would rise and when it finally reached its boiling point. The top would pop open and release its steam. That's how Rachel felt at this very moment. As their body's temperature rose together and the pressure built up. It was only a matter of time that it would be too much and the release would come.
"Ohh God!" Rachel screamed out, as the Joker hit her sweet spot repeatedly. The Joker grabbed her roughly by the throat and squeezed her cheeks tightly.
He growled in her face, "Don't say his name!"
"I don't know…" Rachel gasped as he hit the spot again, "…You're name."
"Yes you do!" He slapped her across the face, leaving a distinct red mark on her cheek. Rachel glowered at him, but her eyes became unfocused again and she rolled her head back on the pillow. He grabbed her face in his hand again.
"I want you to look at me!" He ordered darkly and she did immediately, afraid of his tone. Rachel stared into his eyes as she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach. The Joker, feeling her walls close in around him tightly; began to move faster, eagerly trying to trigger his own orgasm. Rachel had finally reached her boiling point and a washing feeling shot through her as her whole body shook and her toes curled.
"Joker!" She screamed out, feeling awkward saying the only name she knew he went by. With a low grunt, the Joker came vehemently—collapsing on Rachel. He quickly pulled out of her and got up off the bed. He left no time for himself to relax.
"As much as I'd just love to spoon for about thirty minutes with ya! I have places to be, people to kill. Youu know! The usual." He rambled on as he re-dressed himself. Rachel remained still on the bed, her chest rising and falling as she came down from her climax. The Joker straightened out his jacket one last time and turned to face Rachel with a gleam of satisfaction on his face.
"Same time tomorrow morning?"