It's been almost a week since the fire, and Jack still acts funny. He's extra careful around me, making sure I have everything I could possibly need, but here and there I see the glances he throws my way, and I can feel him thinking. I see something like worry in his intelligent eyes, and the way he does not talk fills me with concern. He seems to recognize every occasion I try to start a conversation, and just a second before I open my mouth, his tall figure is already out through the door.
I sigh, but I know what I need to do to get and keep my man's attention.
…
It takes ages for him to come home that night. I frown a bit when I see that he still has his face on. Actually, he still has his entire Joker-outfit on, and the whole damn thing is intimidating. Still, I have my plan and I mean to keep to it.
"So, how do you like this?", I ask as I shamelessly let my silk bathrobe slide down to the floor. Underneath, I have a pair of lacy balconette bra and matching hipster briefs. It took me a really long time before I decided to go with the colour peach: soft, juicy, alluring.
His dark eyes flash over my body as I turn around to make sure he gets a good look. Still he keeps his distance. Very well, if you don't come to me, I'll most definitely come to you.
"I just love it, but look at this, it's such a small little strip of fabric in the front, and knowing you with your knifes..", I slowly walk up to him, but I deliberately don't look up at him as I gently squeeze both my bra and my boobs closer together, making the truly small piece that connects the bra in the front pop up. I know how he loves to ruin my lingerie, be it by hand or by knife.
I risk a quick glance at him. I definitely have all of his attention. But the damn make-up makes it hard to read his facial expressions.I'm not sure how he likes what I'm doing right now. I'm actually a bit afraid, because his appearance makes me feel like I'm dealing with a terrifying stranger here, and not the man I know and love.
"A-and look..", my voice breaks a bit, revealing my fear – how quickly have the tables turned! Just a minute ago, I was so full of myself, and look at me now, and all he did was just walk in and stand there! – but I stubbornly keep up with my little show. I pull a bit at my panties, the lacy part of it at my hips, "That lace..it could tear so easily.."
"Mhmm..", he finally grunts, and I feel some relief, because it sounds like a satisfied grunt. Moments later, his gloved hand traces the spot on my hip I have just touched. I shiver a bit and I can feel him smiling.
"Don't start something if you don't know how to finish it", his lips play around my ear, and my heart beat is up to an insane rate. I don't know if it's fear or excitement.
I see something flash in the dimly lit bedroom and I just know it's a knife. I now also know that what I feel is fear. I look at him, and he still has this half-smile, half-smirk, and I'm not sure if he's playing or if this is for real, I just know I hate that god awful make-up of his – it makes it impossible to actually see him! He takes a tiny step towards me, a switchblade in his right hand, and makes a quick move with that hand, and I gasp.
"You don't really trust me.", he states.
I lower my eyes and I realize my bra is ruined. He's cut through that small piece of fabric in the middle of it. I don't know why, but I feel like crying. I'm half naked, but I don't feel sexy right now – I feel exposed.
"I hate that makeup. It really scares me", I admit and my voice is embarrassingly shaky.
"It's just makeup. It's still me underneath it.", he says, standing just a step away from me, but I feel as if there are miles between us.
"You act differently when you wear it", I say.
"Actually, I don't-t.", he takes that one step towards me, while throwing the switchblade away. He embraces me tightly, and I can feel the hard fabric of his purple coat at my chest. It's not a bed sensation, "Did you forget? Or maybe you never really saw it? I was always like that."
I look at him questioningly, but I also take care to continue to hold him tightly to myself. I love having him so close to me, no matter how weird the circumstances.
"Yes..no matter what I did, even when you saw me do it, no matter how appalling...you still stood by me. Maybe you had some excuse ready for me, it's the scars, it's his broken family, it's society, whatever…now it's the make-up, so it's not Jack who kills, it's the Joker, that other guy, right?", he smiles at me lightly, and as he speaks, I realize he's right.
"..but it's actually Jack?", I ask him quietly, realizing that once again, he's making things clear for me, in order for me to be able to make an informed decision: do I want to be with him? With all that he is?
"It's always just Jack.", he nods and look at me expectantly. We are still in that somewhat awkward embrace. I already know what my decision is, but I want to take my time. Honestly, I enjoy that I can make him wait in uncertainty. Evil me.
"Are you waiting for me to run away screaming..?", I look up at him, finally. And he laughs. Not one of his crazy laughs, but one of those laughs I adore so much – straight from his heart, a powerful laugh filled with joy. I join that laugh with a few giggles and pure joy washes over me. I jump a bit, just enough to circle my legs around his waist, and his eyes shamelessly wander to my naked breasts.
"Aww, what happened with your pretty bra?", he asks in mock surprise and I laugh.
"It did its job admirably and it will now take its place of honour in my graveyard of ruined undergarments", I giggle.
"Uh, wait, lemme take care of the panties so they can join the poor bra", he giggles as he rips my panties off. Then his fingers find their way to my most intimate part, and he lets out a deep moan full of lust.
"I'm so wet for you", I whisper in his ear, and his reaction is instant. I'm sent flying to the bed, and then I'm treated to the spectacle of Jack getting out of his clothes as fast as he can. A few buttons fly around, and I'm sure I heard something ripping. Jack's hair is a complete mess, and he almost stumbles to the ground. I can't help it, I laugh out loud. He's finally naked, and what a glorious sight it is. His beautiful long limbs, his toned muscles and then his warm skin..I feel like melting into a puddle just from looking at him. He crawls over me, and flashes me one of those warning looks.
"Something amusing..?", he gnarls.
"Yes, you are!", I giggle all over again, giddy with joy.
„Still think so?", he asks as he pushes into me, inch by inch. I'm wet, but I'm not entirely ready yet, so the feeling of pleasure is mixed with a hint of pain, and I love it.
"Uhh..yes-s..", I moan, and I'm not even sure if I'm answering his question or am simply urging him on.
Finally, he's seated in me completely, and then he stops all movement. I raise my hips a bit, but nothing happens. I open my eyes to find him staring directly into mine.
"You're mine", he simply says, but I can feel that he expects an answer.
"I am", I confirm as if it's a given.
"And this is mine. Just mine.", he shifts a bit, just to make it clear what he means.
"Only yours", I say softly. As if I would waste my time with any other man when I can have him.
"And you love me.", his eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of deceit or insecurity.
"I do. I love you.", I say, and I mean it.
He then closes his eyes and lowers his head towards mine a bit, and I realize he's waiting for a kiss. I also realize that whatever he was wondering about in the last few days has to do with this – with him needing to feel truly accepted by me. So, tonight, I don't ask him if he loves me back, I don't need to hear about how he feels about me. Tonight, is about him.
With that in mind and in heart, I raise my head and meet his lips in the gentlest possible kiss. I slowly kiss his lips, from corner to corner, I trace his scars with my lips, and I don't even mind the make-up anymore. I take his face in my hands and gently caress him. I kiss his lips as my fingers travel over his brows and into his hair. He opens his lips and we share a slow and terribly sensual kiss. His hips suddenly move a bit, and I gasp. I almost forgot he was inside of me. He fills me so perfectly that it feels like he's a part of me. I push back with my hips, and he gently bites my lower lip. His lips travel down my neck and I spread my legs even further.
"I'm so happy when you're inside of me", I tell him and I don't even care if that sounds strange.
"Mhmm", he lets out that satisfied noise again, and then his hips start swinging into that well-known rhythm, "Tell me more."
"I like it when you take me. I like it when you have me", I know I'm pushing all the right buttons, for both of us.
He bites my neck gently, and I know he wants to hear more. I look at him move over me, and he reminds me of some glorious beast. He is so strong, so completely male – I don't know how any woman could deny him.
"I love it when you have control over me and just take what you want", I whisper into his ear, and as soon as the words are out, he flips me over on all fours and pushes into me again.
"Is this what you like?", he asks me, and I can feel waves of aggressiveness, strength and pure male virility come out of him.
"Yes, please! More!", I lower my shoulders and head to the mattress, just as he likes it. In this position, I feel like I'm somehow offering myself to him, and that notion drives me crazy with lust.
"That's my girl!", he slaps my bottom for a few times, and I let out a small shriek every time, which makes him laugh. He knows I can take a little manhandling, and I even like it.
"Oh, God..", I'm in no state to form another coherent sentence as he continually and roughly pushes into me. I try to change the position just for a few centimetres, because his rhythm is starting to feel a bit much, but he quickly catches one of my arms behind my back.
"Ah, ah! Where do you think you're going?", he hotly whispers into my ear as he continues to pound into me relentlessly. His other hand reaches between my legs and his clever fingers find my sweet spot, "Answer me…"
"It was..too rough..", I manage to answer between moans. What he does with his fingers is quickly bringing me to the right track.
"So, you'll leave when things get rough?"
Even I'm in a complete sex haze, still this question makes me open my eyes widely. I know this question has nothing to do with sex. It has to do with my loyalty towards him. I turn my head as much as I can to look him straight in his eyes. He's still fucking me, but as I turn my head, I find him to be very expectant of my answer.
"I won't leave. No matter how rough..things are.", I say seriously, and then I turn back to my previous position, and I even slap his hand from between my legs. My message is clear: I'm here, no matter what, and I can take on rough times if it means we're together.
"That's right", he simply says and continues him unforgiving rhythm. He's deep inside of me, pushing his entire length in and out, as if making sure I feel every single inch his length and girth. He covers my body with his, and makes me change positions from on my knees to laying down completely on my front side. Even in this position, he manages to push deeply inside of me, and he also makes me feel his weight on me.
"Completely mine", he whispers into my ear, and this time he doesn't need an answer. He is stating, not inquiring.
His thrusts turn a bit shallower as he manages to prowl his hand between the bed and my body, and his fingers again find my clit. I moan as he plays with my wetness and I try to raise my hips, searching for more friction.
"Ah-ta-ta-ta. Stay still.", he quietly orders and I obey, hoping he would give me my release soon. Although I am always the one who makes sure I would come, even if it only means using my fingers for the last five seconds of our coupling, this time I completely let go off any control and let him do what he wants. His fingers keep on making small and quick circles around my clit, and just as I think that this is not how I would do it, and that this won't work like this, I feel the most peculiar wave hitting my body, which is immediately followed by a feeling that all my bones have melted. Only then I feel another such wave hitting my body, and I realize that in the same time, I'm unbelievably relaxed and also that all my muscles are flexing, and that my heartrate is over the roof. I gasp for air, and my breathing comes out in incredible moans and small yells. I hear Jack laugh over me, and then he starts fucking me again, which makes the waves come all over again. The amount of wetness that comes out of me is simply astonishing, and then finally Jack stops and I can clearly feel his hot come inside of me. He collapses on top of me and gently bites my shoulder.
It takes me minutes to feel even a bit normal.
"I never came like that", I confess, and Jack laughs again.
"See what happens when you really let me have control?", he says smugly.
"..I never knew", I admit, and decide that from now on, he can have all the control in the world, for all that I care.
"Sleep now, peachy lady. We have a big day tomorrow.", he says, and I'm already drifting into dreamland.
A/N I wanted to do a plot-only chapter. Ended up doing a smut-only chapter. YOLO, I guess :)