Doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s staying for a week.
Well…put it back to what I do like and I won’t be making Alpo outta ya when our lil’ arrangement of newlywed’s bliss is over and done…
I’m getting bored.
..I’m not sure if I like that color of hair on you or not..
Harley scrunched up when he touched her face. It was as if she had grown accustomed to the smacks and slaps as of late. He seemed to be in one of his better moods. That could only mean one thing, he needed her. What for, Harley wasn’t exactly sure… but she took the bait anyways.
She nodded in agreement that smiles were the best form of medicine for the blues.
” Mmmmmhmm… Tell me Puddin’ what is I can do ta’ make ya smile from ear ta’ ear. Ya workin’ on something?”
He wasn’t going to hit her - not this time, but instead he continued to touch her, feeling her smooth and perfect cheek slide easily along with the leather from his gloved fingertips. He stared almost intently into her baby blue orbs and then just as quickly as their little moment had begun, it was over.
He pulled away abruptly and started to fix at his tie, moving his hands up to his neck and tighten it against his throat.
“I might be,” he responded with a lowly drawl and then cleared his throat, settling back into the upholstery of the worn loveseat. “If you want in on this one… don’t go and uh, fuck it up like ya did last time..” he warned, his eyes slicing up to meet hers for a moment. “And if you don’t, then I will..Be smiling,” he concluded, grinning broadly, showing off a row of perfectly straight-yellowed teeth.
You know what I meant. [He’s still looking at the ceiling, anything but the Joker’s naked body. The Joker doesn’t like sheets. He says he’s too hot for them, and when you press against his body, you can most certainly believe it. That and anything else he tells you.]
You spend a lot of time on the internet? [He imagines the Joker on 4chan. He’d probably have some sort of tripcode. He’s not one for anonymity.]
[He smirks and sucks on the cigarette, nearly inhaling the entire thing in one exertion, taking brief side glances of his bed partner (His Bat) every so often. He wasn’t sure if he enjoyed any of this, but he wasn’t about to make complaints. At least he was beside the one thing that was keeping him alive. But no one needed to know about that.]
I have no idea what you meant. [He returned somewhat sarcastically and takes another drag off the smoke, exhaling the silvery cloud of fumes towards the ceiling.] I don’t spend all of my time on there, obviously. But you know … everyone has a computer now. Cellphones and other interesting lil’ electronics. I gotta get my daily Gotham news somehow… [It was a lie. He read the newspaper. Why did he just lie to Bats?]
Aidan just stood and examined her nails while Joker got himself settled for his massage. She rolled her eyes a little at his grumbling. Aidan wasn’t planning on doing anything to the man besides working out the knots in his back(and maybe screwing him), he didn’t have to be so suspicious. “Just relax mate. This’ll be worth yer time.”
She moved to straddle him, sitting on his bottom. Aidan had a surprisingly intricate knowledge of human anatomy. She didn’t know the technical terms for body parts and muscles, but years of hunting had helped Aidan learn. The heels over her hands gently kneaded at Joker’s back. Aidan searched for knots and kinks and worked them out with practiced ease. She even popped his back in a few places. “How’s that feel Jay?”
Surprisingly it felt wonderful. She obviously had quite a bit of experience in this. He wondered if perhaps she had a degree in massage therapy, but he was not about to flatter her any time soon and faun over her skills. Aidan would just have to work a bit harder for any kind of admiration on his part.
“Fine…” he drawled, his words muffled slightly as he buried his face deeper into the cushions. He made a strange noise, a cross between a low growl and a grunt as she found an exceptionally tender spot located between his shoulder blades. Obviously from years of uncorrected posture, but like he gave a damn. He didn’t think anyone would ever want to do anything like this for him. It never even crossed his mind, getting a massage from women that he saw non-exclusively here and there or ..well anyone. “So tell me more about yourself…” he muttered half-sighing, half-groaning as her delicate hands worked over the tight muscles.