Joker and Arthur Imagines

Beautiful

Today you went to see Arthur at his apartment, even though you didn't have much money yourself you had brought a cake for him and his mom. You had been dating for a month now, it had become a habit of yours to come at his place, you knew he often didn't dare to knock at your door, as if he feared to bother you or that you were just a product of his imagination.

So, you made sure to be around as much as you could. Most of the time you just sat on the couch reading a book or talking to Penny, sometimes you even stayed to watch Murray with them. Right now, you were laying on the couch, listening to Sweet Dreams on your Walkman. Arthur was a few meters away, writing on his notebook, probably working on new jokes; he had this posture when he was concentrating, slightly frowning, not blinking, pinching his lips together, an arm resting on the table while the other was slowly and carefully writing. Sometimes, when he was satisfied, a smile would form on his lips, his eyes bearing a playful glow. He was beautiful. Slowly, trying not to disturb him, you took off your headphones and reached for your Polaroid in your backpack; you wanted to immortalize this moment. You took the picture, the flash pulling him out of his thoughts. Oops you had forgotten about the flash. You made an apologetic face before squealing happily as the photo came out, you got it just right.

He was smiling softly at you.

"I should be the one taking pictures of you."

"But I enjoy taking pictures of you, you're lovely, especially when you work on your jokes" you answered, still looking lovingly at the photo, slightly biting your lower lip.

"No, I'm not." He answered quietly; losing his smile, lowering his gaze to look on the ground. You quickly got up to stand in front of him, leaning your back on the table, you put a loose strand of Arthur's raven hair behind his ear. Your fingers coming down to cup his jaw, delicately lifting his chin so you could look at him in the eyes.

"Arthur, don't be so hard with yourself..." he closed his eyes. Society had this talent for breaking people, Arthur was probably the one suffering the most from it. He felt your warm lips land right on his eyebrow arch, you had kissed him.

This made him open his eyes, surprised.

"I love your eyes, this green color, so unique, so intense... their glow when you're happy, the tender looks they have for me." You said smiling softly. You moved your head to kiss the tip of his nose.

"Your nose inspired from the most gorgeous Greek statues..."

"Your hair..."you added as you kissed the top of his head, closing your eyes when inhaling its sweet perfume "So soft to the touch..." you slowly buried your hand in his dark locks. " dark as one of those midnight skies I like so much".

Your other hand, went sliding along his torso, briefly feeling his rapid heartbeat, then his arm, to find his hand.

"Your hands..." it came out almost as a whisper. Your brought it to your lips, your mouth caressing his wrist to finally place a feathery like kiss on his palm, you smirked as you heard him take a deep shaky breath. You continued your way to his fingers. "I like when they touch me...make me beg for more..." you added, taking the tip of his finger between your lips, slowly sucking them.
Arthur had his eyes locked on your mouth, his pupils dilated by his growing desire. You re-opened your eyes, meeting his intensely. You got closer to his face, you could feel his brisk breathing, you brushed your lips against the scar above his top lip, you feel him lean in for more, you slightly back up so that your lips are just a few inches apart, the both of you are craving for more now.

"Your mouth, for all the sweet words you tell me, the sensual murmurs at night...your lips caressing my skin...your tongue exploring every inch of my body..." you moaned, he couldn't take it anymore, he stood up and crashed his mouth on yours, pushing his hips against yours, firmly gripping your hair. You loved these moments where he let go, wildly ravishing you, his tongue slipped inside your mouth demanding and passionate, its taste addictive. His groin was making your crotch pulse and wet, your hand buried in his hair while the other got under his shirt so you could feel the warmth of his skin. His smell of cigarette and Cologne was intoxicating. His mouth moved down to your jaw, then your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine, a whimper escape your lips.

"Arthur?" you both jumped at the voice of Penny calling from her room. 'damnit Penny!' you thought. You looked at each other, panting and frustrated by this interruption.

"Arthur!" Penny called again. Your lover rolled his eyes "I'm coming mother!" His look coming back to you, softer, he smirked.

"I like it maybe we should do that more often..." you laughed and answered.

"Then, I'll do it every single day Arthur" you gave him a quick and tender kiss before he went to his mother all excited by what you had just told him.