Jester and Julia's lips pressed together as their tongues danced a beautiful tango in each other's mouths.
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Julia's hands grasp tightly at his shirt as they both become lost in the moment. Julia just didn't know what it was about Jester, but she'd always found him incredibly sexy. Hell, even his evil twin. And now, they had professed their love for one another. Which in Julia's eyes, meant they belonged to each other now.
Jester pulls back with half lidded eyes and a faint grin, "I should really finish dressing your wound," he tells her, his thumb brushing her new crimson lips.
Julia smirks, "What for? Infection can't kill me now. Remember?" With one quick jerk she rips open his shirt. His buttons fly across the lab making tapping noises as they hit the floor.
Jester cocks a green brow and looks down at his ripped open shirt, "That was a twelve hundred dollar shirt," he comments and watches as Julia's pale hands go onto his chest.
Julia drags her nails down his chest, "You have others," she says with a smirk, "don't worry, I'll make it up to you," she shoves him backwards onto his back on the gurney.
Jester seems surprised by this. He looks up at her, "Woah, easy sweetness, you've had one hell of a night. You need to be taking it easy."
Julia slowly straddles him on top of the gurney and lowers her lips down close to his, "I feel fine. And are you really going to lay there and complain about this?" She coos across his red waiting lips.
"Uhhhhh, no, I just don't want you to get hurt," he says softly, dying to feel her lips against his again.
"Jester..." She says his name in a way that was sheer music to his ears.
"Yeah?" He swallows.
"Shut up and kiss me," she smirks.
That was more than enough invitation for Jester. His lips move upward and into hers with more force than he anticipated. Both of them driven by a yet unsated desire. He moans into her mouth as her fingernails gouge into his pectoral muscles. But oh how he like it. How he wanted it. Needed it. Loved it.
Julia's fingertips tace down his washboard abs as they continue to kiss. Jester had the body of a Greek God and she wanted it. Every bit of it. She had since day one. Since the moment they met as she peered through a camera lens at how good the Clown Prince Of Crime looked naked. And moments later there was his identical twin standing before her. Her Jester. Her Clown The Second. And now, it was all hers.
Julia takes his bottom lip between her teeth and bites down. Hard enough to draw blood. Jester slightly winces. Julia pulls back just enough to see the little pool of blood collecting on his lip. "Heh-heh," she slightly giggles.
Jester grabs her by both sides of her face and presses their lips back together. Julia's tongue traced across the blood on his lip. Tasting him, wondering if her blood tasted the same as his now. It didn't taste like a normal humans blood. It smelled like industrial cleaner, but tasted sugary sweet.
