"Holy SHIT!"
From the two front row of seats, Tre and Dotcom both laughed and across from her in the back, Joker chuckled to himself as he dug through the messenger bag she had just handed him.
"Yes, darling, we are professionals." He said, glancing up as he pulled out a syringe and a long rubber tube. Jayde would have said something in return but was too busy watching now as Joker climbed over to sit next to Olivia's unconscious body, pulling her right arm closer to him. After knotting the tube around her upper arm tightly, he brought the syringe to his teeth, pulling the cap off before leaning down. It appeared as though he was about to put the needle in her arm when he paused and glanced over at Jayde. He said her name to get her attention. "Come shine your phone right here so I can see…"
Jayde obeyed him, tilting the phone just right to watch as he patted her raised vein a few times with his finger before sticking the needle in and injecting the detective with the clear liquid. A moment later, he sat back down, patting the woman hard on the head as if she had been awake enough to cooperate. It was obvious to him from the way she was staring that a million and one questions were zooming around in that mind of hers so he went ahead and explained. "Chloroform only lasts so long. I can't afford to have her wake up yet…Which reminds me…" He reached out a second later, unhooking the woman's police-issued Gloc from it's place at her belt.
Before Jayde could hardly blink, the Escalade was bouncing back into the driveway of the huge house, crunching along the gravel noisily as Dotcom backed them into the garage. Almost instantly, Joker had gotten the back open and was jumping out to tug the limp detective's body toward the end of the tailgate. Again, Tre was at his side, taking the Olivia's ankles in his hands to help Joker carry her inside. Jayde and Dotcom followed, opening and closing the door for them and as she watched them haul the body across the bottom floor, Jayde could not help but grin slightly at how strange this all looked.
At the top of the stairs, Joker dropped the detective's upper body like she was just some gym bag and he pointed downstairs at Dotcom, taking a deep breath. "You and Tre go back and get the truck and her cruiser. Kelly will be meeting you in the basement to drive the truck back." After a pause, Joker tossed his hand at both of them, raising his eyebrows. "Go, now!" his voice raised momentarily before he tilted his head to the side. "I need all three vehicles back here within an hour, please."
Immediately, Tre trotted off down the stairs, following Dotcom back out to the Escalade and before long, the sound of the engine died away before Joker looked to Jayde, and she to him. He nodded toward his office door with his head as he moved to pick Olivia's arms up again. "Open the door for me, will ya?"
Jayde hastened to obey him, rushing past him to throw open the door and close it behind them once he had dragged her into the room. Finally, he let go of her arms, standing up to crack his back a few times with a cringe and he noticed Jayde watching him, her eyes slightly wide. A second later, she blinked, following him across the room as he turned off the lights as he went.
"When will she wake up?" she asked as he sat down at his computer desk, pressing the button on the monitor so that blue light came back to illuminate his large office. He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at the unconscious police-woman on the floor.
"Probably in about fifteen minutes. That drug is not very strong but she'll be pretty weak so I may give her a little time to work up some fight, or I may not. I haven't really decided yet.." he had long since finished answering Jayde and was now thinking aloud to himself. It was becoming obvious that Joker hadn't really given much thought to this particular kill although a few seconds later, he stood up from the chair abruptly, taking a few steps away. He stopped, only to turn and raise an eyebrow at her as he pointed one finger, low at her. "Stay here and don't move, understand?"
Goosebumps carpeted Jayde, raising all of the hair along her arms but in sharp contrast to how things had been lately, she was currently experiencing the 'not-sexy' kind of chills as he glared down at her. She nodded hastily, immediately reaching up to rub her hands on her opposite arms, hunching slightly as Joker disappeared into the dark shadows on the far side of the room. Her eyes strained to follow him, however, the darkness was too thick and the room too long, so Jayde could only hear him rifling around for something.
At the other end of the room, Joker was just pulling a clean, empty syringe from a box at the metal cabinet when he heard rustling from the middle of the room and suddenly his head was pounding, deafening him with the sound of blood rushing in his ears. The room seemed to be pulsating slightly and he grinned as he closed his eyes slowly, taking a deep, invigorating breath in that felt as though it reached all the way down into his toes, causing his body to vibrate slightly. A quiet, weak groan met his ears beneath the sound of his rapid heartbeat and just as Joker tilted his head back, his eyes shot open. Suddenly, there was no such thing as Jayde, there was nothing floating in the back of his mind, no supreme itch anymore…there was only the Joker…and his prey.
Walking toward the source of the moaning, Joker dropped to his knees a few feet from the detective in the pitch blackness, crawling closer slowly until he was close enough to grab her arm. The drugs in her system were still rendering her unable to move, although he could assume that her head was about ready to split open from the chloroform mask she had worn earlier. The whimper that left Olivia when he pushed the needle into her arm told Joker that she was indeed awake and obviously able to feel pain. He giggled through his nose when he thought of how confused and scared she must be…but then again,she was a big tough police officer…
The first words out of the detectives mouth sent Joker into another giggling fit.
"Where am I?" she asked groggily, her speech slurring slightly as she struggled to lift her head. Joker rolled his eyes as he pulled the syringe, now full of her blood, away from her arm, capping it again to place it up on the metal table. If she was the type for conversation, then so was he.
"Where do you think you are, Olivia Mitchell?" he asked quietly, sitting Indian style just next to where she lay on the floor, watching her face as her eyes opened, glossy and dilated in the dim blue light from the other side of the room.
"I think I'm at the sorry excuse for life, the Joker's, hideout." She answered and he laughed, rocking back slightly.
"Gaining a little fight back…" he observed aloud, standing quickly to turn on the examination light hanging above them. "Good to know…" Instantly, a bright pool of light suddenly surrounded the detective, somehow leaving the rest of the room black. She was laying on her side, her arms stretched out before her, bent in rather awkward positions. A second later, Joker had leaned down, pulling the shiny golden police badge from her belt, causing Olivia to jump, opening her eyes to glare up at him as he held it under the light, scowling at it slightly. He was about to explain to her why he thought it so silly to wear this when the detective on the floor took his moment to speak.
"Jayde…Jayde was there. What'd you do to her?" she asked lethargically, lifting her head to look around the room as if expecting to find her laying somewhere, partially paralyzed like she was. From above her, the Joker let out a ridiculous laugh, doubling slightly as he held his arm out toward the blackness.
"Well, I haven't done anything to her, de-tect-ive…" he answered with that horrible, raspy voice of his and not seconds later, Jayde came sliding out of the darkness toward him, her gazed fixed on his as his head lowered, eyeing her as she walked up to him. Her hand reached out toward him as if she had known that's what he had been hoping she would do and he took it in his right hand, leading her over until she could stand right in front of him. He turned their bodies toward the detective, who was now pushing herself to a sitting position with great effort.
Jayde was trembling from head to toe and she wondered wildly if Joker could feel it when he pressed his chest to her back, bringing one arm to wrap around her shoulders comfortably. His other hand reached up to grip his forearm and the underside of his chin came to rest on the top of her head. He blinked down at the detective, slowly grinning maliciously as realization dawned on her face.
He could not see from behind her, but he sincerely hoped Jayde was smiling or at least grinning down at the detective as her eyes filled rapidly with tears at how comfortable and admittedly happy she looked, standing there in the arms of a killer. Joker closed his eyes against Jayde's hair a second later, taking a deep breath in as he felt her body relax slightly in his embrace.
Olivia was staring up at Jayde with a look of absolute disbelief and extreme hurt and for a few moments, she started to feel extraordinarily bad but moments later, in some whirlwind of memories, Jayde remembered the sickeningly fake manner the detective had used with her after she had 'rescued' her from the one person she felt most comfortable around. She laughed through her nose, shaking her head as she turned in Joker's arms to look straight up at him, seemingly unsure of what to do. He grinned down at her, stretching his red, painted scars and tightening those black rings around his eyes. Her gaze bounced back and forth between his dilated eyes, suddenly feeling as though she were making a statement of sorts. She hoped he understood that this was what she had chosen- her back was to normality, steadiness and instead she stood face to face with chaos and confusion, willingly choosing the latter, following with her eyes shut and hands outstretched.
Leaning down just the tiniest of bits, Joker pressed his lips against hers, glancing over her shoulder at the detective before he closed his eyes, bringing one of his hands up. He had just been about to rest it gently at the side of her face when Olivia's raspy, tired voice broke them apart.
"You…You set me up?…" she paused, rising onto her knees finally, only to sway a bit and sink back down. Tears were now streaming down her face, falling and leaving dark stains on her royal blue satin shirt. "You set me up! YOU BITCH!" she finally screamed, trembling slightly in her rage as her eyes shut tight, fighting against the light and the horrible headache she was experiencing.
Joker had just opened his mouth with a frown to scold the detective for calling his lady-friend a bitch when Jayde turned quickly, taking a step closer to lean down slightly with her hands on her knees. She nodded fervently.
"I did, actually. And you know why?" she asked, leaning down even further when the detective hung her head. From back in the shadows, Joker stepped up alongside her, placing his arm gently around her shoulders.
"Because she obeys me now..." he growled, releasing Jayde a second later, to kneel down in front of the detective, tilting his head to the side mockingly. "I'm going to kill you, Olivia Mitchell." He went on to say, nodding his head when she shook hers back and forth, her face crumpling in tears. "Oh, yes…I am…But I feel like you deserve to know why, first…" he paused, raising his eyebrows. "Wouldn't you like to know why?" Another few moments passed where Olivia tried to say no but instead seemed to give up and she finally exhaled slowly, hanging her head so far, her chin nearly rested on her chest.
Joker closed the gap between them by another foot or so, practically inches from the woman's face while Jayde watched from the shadows, gripping herself tightly. The room seemed to be buzzing with the evil, almost demonic energy that normally clouded the Joker's aura when he was about to make a kill. Goosebumps broke out all over Jayde again and she shivered. Joker was still speaking but she could barely hear him over the loud, throbbing ringing in her ears.
"Because you and all your little pals tried to take the one thing from me that makes me happy." He said, giggling, trembling with pent-up energy. "I'm a selfish guy, detective, I admit it. I don't like having things taken away from me, especially when the thing looks like that." His arm pointed blindly behind him to where Jayde stood; she felt her stomach twist into knots. "I'm going to destroy your city, detective, but first, I will put your body on display for everyone to see. So consider this a favor."
It happened so fast, Jayde barely had time to gasp with a jump when Joker's right hand appeared out of nowhere, sinking a short knife deep into the detective's neck quickly, swiftly before he tossed it to the side, reaching out to put his hand up next to the gushing wound on her neck. It seemed that from being as weak as she had been, the detective had passed out upon impact with Joker's knife and the color was draining rapidly from her as Joker rested her head down on the tile floor.
With quick fingers, Joker had pulled a long plastic tube from seemingly nowhere and was now reaching up to the dead detective's still streaming neck, inserting it far enough in until the blood now began to drain into the tubing. Jayde was so enraptured with watching him hold the tube up and stopper the end with his finger that she did not hear him say her name the first time.
"Jayde!" he raised his voice and she jumped, blinking several times with wide eyes. "Go get that bag on the counter over there." She obeyed immediately, rushing across the room to blindly grab a plastic, blood donation bag from his table, too shaken up at the moment to even wonder where he had gotten one of these. She returned at his side a moment later, holding it out to him. He reached out, taking it from her, his wet, blood-covered fingers gracing lightly against hers, leaving a smear of the detectives blood on her trembling hand. Jayde stomach churned uncomfortably but she didn't dare wipe it on her clothes anywhere, remembering Joker's words from months ago about evidence and importance of destroying or preserving it.
Rising back up to take several steps back, Jayde watched as Joker sat next to the body of Olivia Mitchell, watching closely as her blood continued to drain from her, flowing freely into the bag as her face and exposed flesh grew more ashen and pale by the second. Far off, on the other side of the wall, Jayde could hear the garage door open and close and she was about to turn hastily as if to look through the wall when Joker's voice again caused her to jump.
"Go get Tre and tell him to come up here." He instructed, staring over his shoulder at her as she gaped blankly back at him, her mouth opening and closing noiselessly as she struggled to find something to ask or say. "Now." He specified again, rolling his eyes to himself when she scurried off and out of the room, closing the door behind her as she went.
Outside of his office, Jayde blinked furiously, having forgotten about the lights in the rest of the house and how dim the previous room had been. Tre and Dotcom were both standing downstairs, talking in hushed, somewhat anxious-sounding voices although they both turned and looked up when she began walking down the stairs toward them. Dotcom's eyes immediately flew to hers and she glanced quickly at him before looking back up at Tre.
"He says to go up to his office," she told him, surprised to find her voice shaky and rather soft at the moment. Hopefully, neither of them noticed; she did not want to give off the impression of not being able to handle what she had just seen. Tre took off toward the stairs at a trot, leaving Dotcom and Jayde standing near the kitchen where silence descended.
"You ok?" Dotcom finally asked, leaning to the side slightly to put himself in Jayde's line of vision as she stared off into space. She nodded quickly a second later although from the look on her face she was positive Dotcom could tell she was feeling a little sick to her stomach. "C'mon…" he murmured, putting his arm around her to walk over to the sliding glass doors and lead her out. After making sure she was seated in the chair all safe and sound, he took a seat at the middle chair, just next to her, watching her.
Her chest rose and fell heavily as she took a deep breath in, exhaling with a slight groan when she felt a little of the inability to breathe leaving her. To her surprise, her knee had started to bounce at some point but a moment later, she forced herself to stop; there was going to be none of that…Knee-bouncing was the Joker's thing…
At the table next to her, Dotcom had just lit a cigarette and seemed to be debating with himself on whether to offer her one or not. However, her hand reached out a moment later, deciding that this might actually help her calm down a little. Her stomach still felt a little upset but luckily, the feeling was starting to ebb away gradually, the more deep breaths of fresh outdoor air she took. As she lit the cigarette, part of her wanted to wonder what Tre and Joker could possibly be doing upstairs now, but she shook the thought away, realizing quickly after a churn of her stomach that she totally didn't want to know.
Moments evolved into minutes and the somewhat comfortable silence stretched on between the two of them. It seemed through their great friendship that Dotcom could understand that she really didn't feel like talking and just needed to be left to her thoughts for the time being. Jayde appreciated this more than she could express with words and her eyes had just fallen onto a crack in the patio floor when the sliding glass door slid open slowly behind her. Her already on-edge nerves forced her to gasp slightly but she sighed a second later, closing her eyes to take a deep breath when Joker stepped out, frowning down at her with one eyebrow arched. She looked up only briefly to notice that he had washed the blood that had coated his hands off and was now wearing a clean, gray cotton t-shirt.
Joker let his eyes glance at Dotcom to get his assessment of Jayde's current well-being only to receive a shrug in return. A second later, he nodded his head toward the door with a roll of his eyes, indicating that if he was going to be of no help, he had to leave. His computer nerd stood immediately, putting out his cigarette to silently leave the patio, sliding the glass door closed behind him as he went.
It seemed Jayde was so immersed in her thoughts that she failed to even notice that Dotcom had left and that the filter of her cigarette was burning, but the moment Joker pulled up a chair to sit directly in front of her, she jumped slightly but sighed again. Reaching out, Joker pulled the completely burnt out cigarette from between her fingers, dropping it in the ashtray before he turned back to face her, leaning forward slightly. His gaze flickered back and forth between her eyes a few times as his forehead wrinkled slightly in a half frown.
"You alright, kid?" he asked quietly, his voice somewhat low and soothing while across from him, Jayde exhaled, nodding her head. Honestly, just the fact that he had come outside to ask her that made her feel leagues better than she had been moments before.
"Yeah," she answered, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, running her hands up and into her hair to push it away from her face. "I'm just…" She paused, trying to decide if the word 'scared' was too much of an overstatement or even the right term for how she was feeling. "I'm just tired." She corrected herself, sitting back up again to nod at him with finality. Joker returned the nod, his frown morphing quickly into a scowl.
"You're also feeling disturbed by what you've just seen, probably a little sickened by the blood on your hand, and yet…a little confused as to why it turns you on when you watch me kill someone." He joked, winking at her when she finally broke a smile, laughing lightly. If she was being completely honest with him, he had hit the nail on the head and just perfectly described everything she was feeling, but to admit that to him would mean admitting that he really could read her better than just about anyone.
It seemed that Joker did not need an answer from her and was now rising from his chair to hold out his hand to her. "C'mon. You need a shower and to just sleep this off." He suggested, pulling gently on her arm when she rose from her chair to follow him inside.
As they passed the door to the garage, Jayde could hear muffled voices on the other side, one distinctly belonging to Dotcom and the other, she didn't recognize but there was no time here for finding out now. The Joker was still leading her to the stairs by the hand, trotting up ahead of her until they reached the top. Further down the hall, to the right, Jayde could see that Joker's office door was half-closed but instead of leaving herself time to wonder what was going on in there, she continued to follow him to her room, yawning as she went.
It seemed as they reached her door, that Joker was trying to do his 'being respectful' routine again and stopped there, letting go of her hand to lean against the frame, smirking down at her. She looked back up at him briefly before letting her eyes fall to the middle of his shirt. As much as she appreciated his attempt at being a gentleman, she honestly just wanted him to lay down with her until she fell asleep…She had a feeling telling him this would send him a heap of mixed messages.
"You gonna be ok?" he asked, glancing over her shoulder at the bottom floor to double-check it was empty…it was. In front of him, Jayde nodded, reaching up to tuck a few of her curls behind her ear.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I just need some sleep." She answered convincingly, although a second later, her eyes closed and she sighed when Joker leaned down, bringing his hand up to the other side of her face as he kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Goodnight." He put simply and with that, he set off down the hall, reaching up to tie his hair into a small bun. Jayde could not help but watch him walk off, wondering vaguely how stupid she would feel if she called out after him, asking him to come and sleep in her bed with her, just for that night. Her eyes rolled a second later when he turned into his office, closing the door quietly behind him.
After washing her hands for five minutes at the sink, Jayde shivered as she stepped into the hot shower, turning her back to it as the water began to matt her hair down. Maybe Joker had been right, she was observing to herself when she lathered her hair with her coconut shampoo; perhaps all she needed was a shower and some sleep to bring her back. Just the smell of the shampoo was working wonders and she took a deep breath in of the cleansing steam, exhaling heavily.
While Jayde dressed, fifteen minutes later, she tried to put her finger on what sort of emotion this was that she was feeling over watching the most recent of the Joker's killings. She wanted to call it scared, only because that's honestly how it felt, but as she crawled into bed, it started to feel like something else. She was not scared of the Joker; there were just too many reasons not to be. She was not scared of being killed or being caught or anything, again because there were too many reasons not to be.
With the light now off in her room, Jayde quickly fumbled for the remote to turn the television on, surprised to find her stomach clench up uncomfortably in the complete darkness. As the comforting bluish light filled the room, Jayde frowned, staring up at the sheen material over the top of her bed. She could not remember feeling like that since she was a young child and was 'afraid of the dark'. Had watching the Joker kill reverted her back to that fear? No, she told herself adamantly, turning over onto her side to face the window. An instant later her eyes were shut, although instead of that instant, sleepy feeling one experiences when falling asleep, her mind felt wide awake and practically whirring with different thoughts. Her eyes popped open again.
Jayde rolled over for what felt like the thousandth time since laying down only to groan loudly at the time she read on the alarm clock next to her bed. The small hand was just past the two and the long hand an inch or so below it, past the three. 2:15. Rolling onto her back, Jayde brought her hand up to rest on her forehead, closing her eyes with a sigh. Sleep had come no nearer to her than ever over the past two hours of tossing and turning and still, that eerie, creeped out feeling lingered in the back of her mind. The television was still on with the sound down low and as Jayde turned back onto her side to try once more, she wondered vaguely if the Joker had gone to bed yet.
Through all her tossing and turning, she hadn't really thought to listen for his office door opening or even the distant closing of his bedroom door and as she grew more curious, she cursed at herself for even wondering that. Now, she had to get up and creep her to bedroom door to peer down and find out, or else she would never go to sleep.
Without second thought, Jayde turned over to stand up, tossing her blankets back to walk over to her door, opening it as slowly and silently as she could. Her head stuck out a moment later, looking out at the completely dark, completely silent house and that eerie feeling intensified ever so slightly. She swallowed hard to make the nervous lump in her throat go away but instead of going back in her room, Jayde took another couple steps out, glancing down at the dark bottom floor to double check that no one was awake and lurking in the shadows…besides her.
As she reached the stairs, Jayde hesitated, seriously considering going back to her room when her eyes fell onto the half-open door to Joker's office. It was just as dark in there as it was out in the hall, so she took a step closer, now looking down toward the two bedrooms at the end of the hall. The closer she grew to Dotcom's door, she began to notice a flickering blue light coming from under his door; obviously, she was not the only one who liked to sleep with a tv on. There were no sounds coming from his room, so assuming that he was asleep and had no interest in talking or keeping Jayde company at two-fifteen in the morning, she continued until she found herself face to face with Joker's closed door.
She paused there, turning to face it, mildly surprised to find her heart rate increasing slightly, and instantly, options began to flow through her mind. On one hand, she could go back down to her room, shut the door, lay there and struggle to sleep for another few hours, but on another hand, she could reach out to see if Joker's door was unlocked. Her hand reached out a second later, hesitating for a split second before she touched her fingers to the knob, tightening her grip to very slowly and silently turn it to the right.
When she met no resistance, Jayde's heart began to bang out of control and before she could stop herself, she had opened the door the tiniest of bits and slipped inside, turning her back to the room immediately to close it quietly behind her. As always, the Joker's room was completely pitch black and although Jayde had not been in there in a while, she could safely assume that his bed was right where it used to be at the far wall against the corner. A soft, deep breathing sound came from the darkness out across from her, and Jayde could not help but grin to herself as she stood still for several long moments, hoping to keep him asleep through her entire attempt. If things were about to go according to plan, Jayde would be able to climb up on his bed, slip under the covers across from him and slide right off to sleep then he would wake up in the morning with her in his bed. It seemed unlikely, but even in the event that he woke up, Jayde was going to fight to stay in this room; she already felt a little more at ease.
Once her eyes had adjusted to the dark a bit, Jayde let herself take a couple steps forward toward his bed after locating the far post of his black canopy and after bringing her right knee up, she pulled herself into a crawling position, moving as gently and slowly as she could. Her heart was beating so loudly, Jayde was almost positive it was about to wake him up. Any second, she could imagine him flying out of sleep to put his hands around her neck and her stomach twisted up once again when her mind played her a quick image of that. For a moment, she considered abandoning the plan completely and making a run for the door…but her eyes had fallen onto the barely illuminated silhouette of the Joker, laying on his side, facing the wall with both arms stretched out on the bed in front of him. His side fell slowly and evenly, matching the gentle rhythm she had heard from the door.
Slightly emboldened, Jayde crawled up a foot or so more until she could turn her hips just a little and lay down as smoothly as possible, less than a half-foot from the tips of his relaxed hands. A slow, soothing breath left her silently against the soft pillow and instantaneously, her whole body felt at ease. While Joker's bed was impossibly comfortable, just the fact that she was in the same room with him, listening to his deep breathing was enough to comfort her immensely. Her eyes had closed and finally felt heavy and somewhat warm with oncoming sleepiness when she heard him take a deep breath in behind her, only to sigh a moment later with a sleepy groan.
Joker's eyes slid open slowly to reveal his dark bedroom but he blinked several times, tensing the muscles in his forearms as he stretched slightly. His fingers flexed then relaxed as he yawned with a scowl when he realized gradually, through the thick haze of sleepiness floating about his brain, that there was someone in his bed. At first, he closed his eyes, thinking it would wake him up more and cause the illusion of Jayde in laying in his bed just a foot from him to disappear. But he opened them again, a second later, blinking hard a few times when he could still see the curvy contour of her side, rising and falling slowly in the tiny sliver of moonlight creeping out from the corner of his window behind the thick blanket. His pointer finger straightened out again, leaving Joker to arch an eyebrow when he could feel the material of her tank top against it. Finally, a sleepy smirk attacked his face, pulling up on one of his scars as he took a deep breath, reaching out slowly to wrap his arm gently around her hips.
Jayde had been positive that she had not woken him but the moment that deep, sleepy, contented hum left him behind her, she had grinned, honestly a little glad her movements hadn't been stealthy enough. Another heavy sigh escaped from Joker as he pulled her gently across the bed until her back met his chest and the lower half of her body felt right into the curve of his like a puzzle piece. A short, surprise shiver left Jayde from the warmth of his body against her slightly cold skin and she could not help but let herself scoot a little bit closer to him. Joker hummed contentedly, sliding his eyes closed again.
As much as he wanted to ask why she was there, he found that it honestly didn't matter and that he probably already had a pretty good guess. She had been so shaken up earlier, even more so than the first few times she watched him kill, that he didn't really know why hadn't just asked her if she wanted to sleep with him in the first place. It didn't matter, he hadn't thought of it, so what?
Joker's left arm was draped over her side and the hand of his that rested on the bed in front of her reached up to her smaller one and slipped under it, separating his fingers slightly to let the tips of hers slide in between the spaces. A sleepy smirk met Jayde's face when his lips came to rest lightly on the top of her shoulder, leaving a soft kiss there, before another, equally innocent one just beside it. She tried hard not sigh but could not help the way it escaped her, slowly; this was the most comfortable she had felt in quite some time.
His bed was so warm and his body even warmer that all Jayde's foggy mind could let her do for the next few minutes was lay there and let him rub her back slowly, deeply, gently, up once and down again, down her arms and back up, soothingly. It was obvious he was only trying to help her fall asleep and be at ease, but the longer Jayde lay there, the more she noticed that dusty yet wonderfully familiar tingling return to more than one place. She wondered if Joker knew what he was doing or if he was just laying there half-asleep, mindlessly petting her. She also wondered if stretching out with an arch of her back against his chest would be enough to either wake him up a little or get him to stop rubbing her down.
Joker took a deep breath in through his nose, exhaling against Jayde's shoulder as she tilted her head back slightly in her arching stretch, and before he could stop himself, the hand that had been in the middle of sliding down her back slipped onto her curved side, gripping gently. His eyes opened only to fall onto the delicate curve of her neck in the darkness just in front of him, curving gently and looking softer than any surface Joker had ever seen. He was absolutely positive that she tasted fantastic and smelled like coconut so with her hair strewn out behind her, he leaned down to press his lips against that perfect, exposed curve.
Her body reacted immediately to the sensation, her jaw dropping slightly and her hips rocking forward as she tilted her head back further. Joker responded by tugging back on her hips gently, parting his lips to finally let his tongue trace along the amazingly soft skin there, trying not to grin when he heard a low, staggered breath escape Jayde in front of him. His teeth nipped at her skin in the tiniest of bites, several times in a row before he would go back and kiss the places he had marked, leaving tiny red marks in a line up the length of her neck. At first, she had gasped a few times then let out one tiny giggle before finally, he had reached that one spot, the one special area that as soon as he pressed his lips to it, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, she let out an unavoidable, completely instinctual moan.
Joker let out a heavy breath as goosebumps rose up all along his arms and shoulders, pulling away when he felt his entire body react to the noise she had just made. His eyes closed as he lay down on his back, putting several inches of distance between himself and Jayde so he could fight it off for a few minutes. He could hear her turn her head to look over her shoulder at him, obviously a little confused as to why he had stopped so abruptly, but he thanked her silently a moment later when she seemed to understand without making him explain. There was movement on the bed next to him, but Joker just figured she was getting comfortable to drift off…he was not expecting her to be at his side, facing him when he opened his eyes.
Her lips were suddenly against his, parting immediately to let her tongue slip out to test him, flicking lightly against his upper lip to see if he would finally let her taste him. He answered by opening his mouth the slightest bit further, bringing his hand up to the side of her face, pushing her hair away to let his fingers rest at the back of her neck. A soft growl left him against her mouth when her tongue just barely slipped behind his top teeth, gracing the top of his mouth slightly.
Somewhere in the past minute, Joker's heart had gone from perfectly slow and steady to banging hard against his ribcage and with Jayde's hand rested on his chest, he was completely positive she could feel it. He pulled away after a few moments, taking a quick breath in to try and clear his head of the fuzziness but Jayde only took this as her invitation to move closer to his side, half laying on top of him, half next to him. It was becoming painfully obvious to both of them that Joker's control over himself was starting to flicker like a candle's flame near a breeze and he wondered vaguely how much longer he could stand this before mother nature kicked in.
His answer came shortly after when he took a deep breath in to tilt his head back to try and fight it off and Jayde leaned down, nudging the curve of his neck with her nose. A second later, her warm tongue snuck out to lightly trace that secret weak spot of his, before her lips kissed the moist skin there gently. A groan escaped Joker as he panted slightly, tightening his grip on the back of her hair. His knees came up in a last ditch effort to fight off that impending erection but now Jayde had taken it upon herself to start sucking gently on the curve of his neck, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him as he practically squirmed.
Jayde released his red and moistened flesh from between her teeth, grinning against his neck as she breathed down it, catching her breath. There was no telling what had come over her this time but she was not even thinking of trying to figure it out at the moment. Her hand slid up his chest a bit to his opposite shoulder, gliding down his arm, a little surprised to find him absolutely covered in goosebumps. Joker had just opened his eyes when she opened her mouth to say something softly to him, however, a second later, the hand that was still entwined in the back of her hair pulled her closer, the thumb from his other hand reaching her face just in time to part her bottom lip further from the top one. A sigh immediately escaped her against him but before she could fully respond, her sigh reverted to a gasp when Joker suddenly moved to the side, rolling her onto her back to now leave him leaning over her, parked directly between her thighs. He had pulled away in the middle of his rather swift movement and was now settling onto his forearms on either side of her ribcage, gently easing some of his weight onto her.
Jayde sighed contentedly in response, bringing her knees up instinctually to grip his hips on either side. When Joker's nose nudged her chin, she understood that to be a rather polite request to tilt her head back and she whimpered softly when he kissed her neck, parting his lips to lavish attention there. Joker's hips gave a gentle rock in response to her noises, awakening Jayde to the fact that her underwear was positively soaked clear through and she could now feel it dripping down along the cheeks of her ass.
It seemed that Joker was still a little hesitant to take things too far although Jayde was positive that once they had reached this point, there was no stopping. Her pussy kept clenching automatically every now and again and she could plainly feel Joker pressing against her where their bodies met but yet both of them still had clothes on. So in an effort to show him without breaking the silence, she arched her back, reaching down to pull her tank top off, thankful for the purple sheet still covering them as the cool air from the fan blew over her, covering her in goosebumps.
The tank top slid off of her arm onto the carpet beside the bed but Joker was already reaching up, growling in his chest as he brushed his thumb across her hardened nipple, smirking to himself when she whimpered again, arching her back. His tongue followed his thumb a second later, sliding one of his forearms under the small of her back as she arched against his chest again. As much fun as it was to tease her and feel her writhe beneath him, there was still clothing to be removed…other areas to be paid attention to.
Rising to his knees between her thighs, his fingers reached out, tucking into the lining of her pajama pants and underwear, tugging them down together as one, tossing them onto the other side of the bed. His hands reached out a second later to glide down the soft insides of her thighs, glancing up briefly to catch the look on her face as she tilted her head back, sighing. Even in the sparse light from the sliver of moon, Joker could see her entrance glistening, dripping in anticipation and he cringed slightly when he felt his dick give a hard throb. His thumb reached out a second later, gliding from the very top to the very bottom of her, back up again and back down again.
Jayde had started panting at some point, reaching out to the side for a handful of bed sheet to hold onto while he watched his finger, a little surprised to find himself a slight bit shaky with anticipation; this was most certainly not his first rodeo…But then again, it had been so long since they had been right there together and this had happened so quickly that he found himself almost hesitant to slide two of his fingers inside of her. If he did, there was absolutely no turning back; he wondered if Jayde knew this. He was now staring down at his wet, sticky thumb stroking the extra soft, hairless skin around her beautiful pussy, that she had obviously gone out of her way earlier to make that way.
From above him, Joker heard Jayde give a frustrated little whimper at his hesitation, glancing down to meet his eyes as he looked up at her. However, something in her gaze told him all he needed to know so abandoning uncertainty, he pushed his middle and pointer finger inside her, relishing in the delicious moan that left her shortly after. She clenched around him, breathing heavily as he moved them in and out of her, watching his fingers appear then disappear, over and over until she finally reached down, wrapping her fingers around his wrist to make him stop.
Joker seemed to understand what she meant as he moved back up to lean over her and catch her lips, his back bent slightly as his clean hand touched the side of her face. Her hands slid down his chest and stomach, following the contours to those perfect cuts over his hipbones then down to the line of his favorite gray, cotton pajama pants where her fingers slid behind the material eagerly. Joker's hips gave a small encouraging buck in response, so she pulled them down slowly until he let out a breath against her cheek as if he had been holding it.
Bravely, Jayde reached out, wrapping her hand firmly around him, unsurprised to find that the tips of her fingernails could just barely touch around the width of him. Joker groaned deeply from his chest, a primal-sounding moan that sent shivers up and down Jayde's spine as she moved her fingers up and down the length of him gently yet firmly.
Before long, Joker had also grown impatient in the teasing and was now reaching down to wrap his fingers around her wrist, pulling her hand up with his until it he could rest his forearms on either side of her shoulders. His eyes were shiny and dilated as Jayde looked up at him, watching him watch her for any signs of protest. She could feel him just inches from her entrance, waiting it seemed for some sort of permission. When Jayde sighed impatiently, tilting her head back, Joker watched her before shaking his head as he had to remind himself to keep it somewhat nice for now; he did not want her regretting this in the morning.
"Are you sure?" he asked, suddenly bringing to light the fact that, until then, neither had spoken since Jayde entered the root. His voice was deep and husky against her, and she whimpered again, bringing her hands up to twist into his hair, only to find that he still had it tied back in that messy bun of his. Hastily, Jayde nodded, opening her eyes to look deep into his, hoping to god he wouldn't close them once he started to push into her.
He rocked his hips forward a moment later, forcing himself to keep eye contact with her, loving the way her eyes widened slightly before she cringed, glancing down between their bodies as it started to sting slightly. It had been over a month after all and…the Joker was really hard this time. He slowed down as much as he could only to bring his knees up a bit to give him space to start rocking into her, slowly, gently, pulling whimpers from her every few moments.
His hands now supported him on either side of her shoulders although Jayde was awfully reluctant to let him go and pulled him back down to catch his lips deeply as his pace quickened only slightly. Her muscles clenched all around him in rhythm with his thrusts, urging him on, arousing a low growl from him as he pulled away from her mouth, sinking back to his forearms again. It seemed Jayde was searching for something to fist in her hands so after locating the small piece of elastic holding his hair back, she tugged hard on it, releasing his messy, wavy hair to fall in his face. Joker shook his head slightly to move it from his eyes, only to groan when she twisted her fingers up into it, tightening her grip to tilt his head back slightly. The curve of his nose and forehead pressed into the curve of her neck, panting a few times when her nails dug into his back, raking along his skin deeply, leaving bright red lines down the length of it. She was writhing underneath him, gripping his hips with her knees as he continued, hoping wildly she would understand if he didn't last all night like he wanted to. It had been a rather lengthy break from being physical with her and she was feeling even tighter and wetter than he could remember before.
The scratching she was doing to his back did not help much in his effort to fight off his release and it seemed that Jayde was growing pretty close herself as he sat up to his knees again, pressing the palms of his hands against her thighs, pushing them a bit closer to her shoulder to give him more room to swing his hips and press his thumb to her clit. Her back arched at the contact, gasping out his name as he thrust the hardest he had yet, deciding that if he had to cum, then so did she. He had started panting at some point, growling slightly as he watched her expressions. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips before she bit down on her bottom one in an effort to keep from crying out when she finally released although Joker was leaning over her again, using his thumb to part her lips to kiss her hastily, before he too let out a loud groan.
This diversion helped slightly in that he did not downright moan, but the staggered, growling breath that escaped him was nothing short of unstoppable when he thrust his hips several last times, releasing into her, forcing another soft whimper from Jayde at the sensation. With both of them slightly breathless, Joker remained in place at first, opening his eyes to look down at her when she sighed, reaching up to move some of her hair away from her face. When she finally made eye contact with him, he laughed with a soft breath, grinning.
"Hi." He put simply, only because this was all he could think of saying to her at the moment. All the awkwardness and the not knowing how to act around each other seemed to have left the room and their bodies like some sort of negative energy. Jayde was now grinning up at him, giggling quietly and it almost felt as though nothing had ever happened between them, almost like meeting her for the first time.
"Hi." She replied after a few moments but moved to the side a second later, reaching out for her discarded pajama pants to put those on when Joker moved to lay down, tugging his own pants back up to their original place low on his hips. He groaned in content when Jayde lay down on her back against him as he did the same, moving his arm so she could rest the back of her head on his shoulder. The tips of his fingers came to rest on her arm and a deep sleepy breath moved Jayde slightly as his chest rose and fell.
Her whole body was still tingling slightly but as a huge wave of drowsiness slipped over her from the light patterns his fingers were tracing on her far shoulder, she grinned to herself. Her plan from before had failed miserably, but at least she could finally slip off to sleep with no further problems. She turned onto her side facing him a moment later, opening her eyes one last time to look up at him as he drifted off quickly and her hand came to rest lightly on his chest.
"Please be here when I wake up." She asked quietly, watching his face. The very top of his scar twitched when he smirked to himself although his eyes remained closed.
"I'm not goin' anywhere," he answered, his voice already deep and laced with sleepiness. Feeling satisfied in his response, Jayde finally lay her head down, closing her eyes to immediately drift off.
A/N: I told you guys you wouldn't have to wait long! And I figured an event as monumental as Jayde and Joker finally making up was worthy of having its' own chapter pretty much. So I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter should be out within a few days. Thanks for stayin' tuned kiddies. Hope this chapter wasn't too Mature for ya… = ] –QoM LEAVE ME YOUR LOVE/HATE IF YOU WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER!