Broken, not Shattered

Desire

T/W: sexy smut in this one...

~Undress your body, hold it over my head

Because you know that if you knock

Then I will always let you in

I've been numb for so long that I forgot how to feel

So I don't care if it will break my heart

Just fuck me 'til we disappear~

~Motionless in White~

Having had such a strange day, Sophie decided to call it an early night. She took a quick shower and climbed into bed just before 8pm. She slid between the cool sheets and fell asleep quickly. She was dreaming again, she knew it, and let the dream go wherever it wanted to go. This time they were on the couch like they had been earlier.

He had her pressed back into the couch, laying between her legs. They were chest to chest and fully clothed, but she could fell him hard against her thigh. He had her hands pinned above her head, her own arms up holding her head trapped. She couldn't move. He was everywhere. Then. he was innocently rubbing his mouth along the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder. With her now free hand, she gripped his hair as the smooth skin of his lips then the rougher scar tissue gave her goosebumps.

She moaned his name loud enough that she woke herself from the dream. Her eyes opened and she nearly screamed at the dark silhouette standing at the foot of her bed.

"Oh, that was beautiful."

She pulled her sheets up over her head, willing herself to die right there. Her face was on fire with embarrassment, maybe she could just self combust and be done with it.

"Please, don't let me interrupt."

She grabbed her pillow and pulled it over her face. Maybe she could just suffocate herself instead. The embarrassment changed to anger. What was he even doing here? She felt the sheet ripped from her grip, but she still had her pillow, keeping it over her face.

"What were you dreaming about? Hmm?"

"Nothing." she said the sound muffled by the pillow.

"Didn't sound like nothing." A finger moved along the underside of her bare foot, causing her leg to jerk, reflexively.

She refused to move the pillow. It was her safety right now. Maybe she was still sleeping and it had just turned into a nightmare.

"It sounded naughty. Was it naughty? Hmm, Sophie?"

"Nope."

His fingers moved slowly up her foot, his hand gently squeezing her ankle.

"Then why are you hiding? I thought we were friends."

"The Joker doesn't have friends."

"Tsk, tsk, that's not true, and it was kind of hurtful." his hand slid up her lower leg, gently rubbing her slim calf, causing her to let out a small whimper.

"Oh, what was that?"

She could not believe she was having this conversation. She knew he was making fun of her. Her bed dipped slightly. She refused to move. She bit her lip, hard to keep the gasp from escaping when he ran his fingers behind her knee, coming to rest halfway up her thigh.