The Joker's lips fit together perfectly with Alexis's. They fit together like a designed set of machine cut jigsaw puzzle pieces. Their movements are in sync. A perfect simpatico. Their tounges dance together to a sexy music that wasn't even playing. They couldn't get enough of one another. Like young teens with their raging hormones, discovering their most primal instincts for the very first time.
The two of them felt as if they just couldn't get close enough to the other. Even if their bodies could merge into just one, it still wouldn't be close enough. If they were coursing through each other's blood, they'd still only be halfway to where they truly desired. Was it even a reachable destination? They didn't know, but they desperately want to search for it anyway.
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Alexis's fingers blindly go to the buttons on the Joker's wet shirt as they kissed. With slow little plucks she unfastens each, one by one. When the last has been freed her hands push the wet linen aside. Her palms go flat on his warm chiseled chest. She already knew from police files about all of his documented tattoos. She knew the location of each. Her fingers perfectly trace them, despite not even looking at them. She doesn't need to, she had been seeing them in her dreams for many years now.
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