Authors' Note: Hehe. Prepare for some fun and excitement. :)
Joker got out of the car and walked slowly toward his worktable. He sat down and unrolled a blueprint. Shoot. He still had to finish the sculpture. That would take a while. He tapped a finger on the table and started scribbling on the sheet. He pushed Batman to the back of his mind.
Harley shuffled over to where she kept her clothes, pulling her short dress over her head and kicking her shoes off. She looked back over her shoulder at Joker, hunched over his worktable. Harley set her jaw, standing up straight again. Well, if he didn't believe her words then he would have to settle for action. She walked over to the worktable, swaying her hips, "Ahem..."
He pretended to ignore her. What did she want now? He started to sketch out the floor plan. However, Joker should probably thank her for not choosing to go with Batsy. Like she ever would... The whole Batman episode brought up a sore point though. Obviously, Batman thought that someone as smart and beautiful as Harleen Quinzel shouldn't be with...someone like the Joker. It hurt his pride to think that most people thought like Batty did. They believed he wasn't good enough to have a partner in crime...a lover...even a friend. The Joker should work alone.
The sadness flashed through her eyes quickly, but she pushed it away. This was no time for her to feel hurt. Joker was hurting on the inside more than he let on. She leaned against the edge of the table, showing off her lacy bra. "Ahem!" Harley looked up at him through her lashes, gently tugging at his jacket sleeve.
He shook his arm to get her lingering touch off. "Not now, Harley. I'm busy," he ground out. His purple eyes met sky blue ones for a second. He swallowed. She smelled so good kinda like a delicate rose. His mouth watered slightly but he managed to turn his attention back to the more pressing matter. He ran a hand through his bright green hair frustrated. He couldn't focus when she was so close. It was an assault on his senses. His mind couldn't function properly. He felt too hot. His tie was constricting around his neck.
A smile broke out across her lips as she saw the slight changes in him. She stood, sauntering to stand behind his chair. Harley leaned over, letting her hand slide under his jacket to massage his chest. She purred in his ear, "Why not, Puddin'?"
He stood up needing to get away from her touch. It was all too alluring. He clenched his teeth together and held his hands by his side. "Kitten, really. I need to get this done. I have big plans and a big show to put on!" he said exasperated. He had a feeling he was going to lose this battle. He backed up a few more steps. Distance was good. He could think clearer when he wasn't so close.
"Don't you wanna take a break, Mistah J?" She pouted her lips and rose an eyebrow. He was calling her "kitten" again! That meant he wasn't as mad anymore! "Just a little break..."
He put his hands up in front of him. "I shouldn't take a break. All work and no play..." he stopped in the middle of the sentence. He loosened his tie. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her legs were shapely and long. Her skin was creamy pink. Her blond hair was fell down to her shoulders in a cascade of waves. He wanted her, there was no denying that fact.
Harley flashed him a dazzling smile, taking a few steps closer. "Here, let me help you, Puddin'." She slipped his jacket off, carefully putting it on the back of the chair. Then she slid her hands up under his shirt, loving how she could feel each of his muscles.
He put his hands on her elbows intending to push her away. He sighed and tried to summon up some effort to resist but failed miserably. A grin suddenly spread across his face, "You win, kitten." He pulled her against him and kissed her. His tongue traced her smooth lips. Her body fit so nicely against his. They really were made for each other.
Harley let out a giggle that sounded like bells. At least he would believe her this way! She would have to work on making sure he knew she was lying when she said it out loud. Slowly, she backed them up, heading for the king-sized bed. As she started to help Joker with his shirt, a funny thought crossed her mind. Batman probably wasn't getting laid right now. He was probably too busy looking through all of his records.
Joker kissed her harder. He loved the feel of her lips against his. He unzipped her costume and started peeling it off. She was so beautiful. He fought for control over his hands. It was hard to keep his emotions locked up when he was this intoxicated.
Harley fumbled with the buttons on Joker's shirt. She finally managed to pull it off. She sighed. Mistah J's chest was like a perfect sculpture of masculinity. He had rock hard muscles underneath the flawless pale skin. She put her hand over his heart. She could feel it pound beneath her fingers. His skin was burning hot.
Joker pushed Harley back on the bed. She was down to her underwear now. He grinned and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He wanted to hear her scream tonight. He pinned her arms above her head easily and kissed her collarbone. His lips gently brushing her skin. Her blond hair spilled all over the bed. Joker released her hands with a whisper, "Keep them there." He moved down her body slowly concentrating on the parts that made her shiver or gasp. He finally stopped once he got down to her lacy underwear. He pressed a kiss to the middle of the fabric and felt her arch her hips. She wanted him badly. He grinned.
Harley was one big sweltering zone of wanting. She couldn't think about anything else just Joker's hands and lips. He was so good with his hands.
Joker slipped a finger beneath the panties and slowly pulled them down inch by inch. He licked a trail down Harley's inner thigh to the sensitive skin beneath her knees. He felt her shudder underneath him. The underwear was soon on the floor with the rest of their clothes and he made his way back up between her thighs. "Open your legs," he commanded.
She could feel his warm breath against her core. She sucked in a huge breath. She had almost stopped breathing.
Harley complied readily and Joker pressed his tongue against her center. She was wet. He explored all of her so maddeningly slow she was ready to beg. "Please. Please," the little Harlequin's voice was barely audible.
Joker smiled and ran his tongue over her opening again. He felt her hips move up again. "Please what?" He asked teasing her. She had almost completely surrendered. "Isn't this what you wanted?" Joker grinned and slid a finger against her throbbing flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat. Joker was devilishly good at whatever he was doing. She felt her cheeks burn, but she was way past embarrassment now. "I need you inside of me. Now," she said hoarsely. Her hands had moved of their own accord down to grip his hair. She moved her fingers through the green tangles until she could feel his skull.
He shook his head. "What's the magic word, kitten?" he said softly as he moved up her body. He kissd her mouth when he reached it. The taste of her was so good.
"Please," Harley's lips barely moved.
Joker smiled, "Good girl." He pushed inside of her in one long thrust and established a slow and deep rhythm. She screamed his name when he started to feel her inner muscles tighten around him. He let go and just let instinct guide him. He loved the release of the tension and pressure when it came. So rejuvanating.
Joker woke up in the middle of the night. He never slept well but somehow sleeping next to Harley made him a bit better than usual. He had least got a couple hours of interrupted rest. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear. She was sound asleep. Perfect. He walked over toward the huge block of stone. He had a lot of sculpting to do. Hm...should he sculpt her naked or clothed? Probably with clothes. He smirked. Only the Joker should get to see Harley without clothes.
A few hours passed before Harley woke up. She felt fully refreshed from her wonderful night's sleep! With a little yawn, she managed to get up out of bed. It was time to make her morning cup of coffee! Yummy french vanilla coffee! She was already putting the water in the coffee maker when she heard an odd noise. It sounded like something being chiseled. Weird...
The Joker was putting finishing touches on the statue. They would have to take the truck to haul this. It really was beautiful. Joker had such a wonderful subject. He chiseled the last piece and stepped back to admire. Perfect. He looked at the time. They were running behind schedule. He needed to get some clothes on and start loading everything so they would be ready to go by the time the museum closed.
Harley sipped at her coffee, walking towards the sound of chiseling. What in the world was Mistah J doing? As she rounded the corner, coffee nearly shot out of her nose. "Oh my gosh!" She could hardly believe what she was seeing. Was that her?
Joker turned around. He smiled at the amazed expression on her face. He felt...happier seeing her. "Did you sleep well, kitten?" He walked towards her. She had at least put on a robe. He still didn't have on a stitch of clothing.
A huge, childish smile blossomed on Harley's face as she looked from the statue to her Angel. She bit her lip before flinging herself at him, dropping her coffee in the process. Harley wrapped her arms around his stomach and stood on tiptoe to give him the biggest kiss ever. This had to be one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for her!
He wrapped his arms around her waist. She still smelled good. He picked her up easily and carried her to their room. "Time to get a move on sweet," he said lightly kissing her nose. He put her down to find something to wear. Hm...boxers or briefs? Always a crucial issue.
Harley was still in a state of semi-shock. She slipped into her costume while voicing her complete amazement, "How'd you do that, Mistah J!? I didn't know you could sculpt!" God, he was just wonderful!
"I'm an artist at heart," he grinned and chose the boxers. He dressed within five minutes and wandered off the the supply room. He efficiently picked out supplies and a few weapons...just in case. He grabbed the two duffel bags and walked out to the huge truck. He had stolen it a long time ago knowing he would need it for a moment like this. The sculpture was big and bulky but not too heavy. The stone was fairly porous which made it light enough for him to carry.
By the time Joker had taken care of loading the truck, Harley was all dressed up in her fabulous costume. The make up was the most time consuming part. She had to be super careful around her eyes. Her heart was still fluttering. He had made a sculpture of her and was going to use it in their new plan! "All right, Puddin! I'm ready!"