Let's go home - Joker X Harley

three: clean up

Note: POV's will be written in italics so it is easier to see the difference between normal text and the characters feelings.

Warning: implied sexual content

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Harley's POV:

He had me pinned down, against the cold hard tiles, surrounded by knives and guns.

It was perfect again.

His body towered over mine, as he bit playfully at my ear; growling and laughing as I squirmed underneath his touch.

"Mr J." I breathed, taken over by longing and desire. He brings one finger up to my lips, pushing them down with just enough force.

"Shh." He purrs, searching my eyes as his he smiles widely. "No talking."

I obey immediately, fighting to contain myself against his touch, as he kisses my neck, and then my collar bone, and then my stomach; planting his territory.

I couldn't handle it any longer; grabbing a fist full of his hair I yank his head towards mine and push my lips onto his; clawing his neck desperately. I shouldn't have taken over. It wasn't my place. But I couldn't. I couldn't help myself.

He doesn't seem confused by this. Perhaps he understands how long and painful my wait has been. Perhaps he'll keep this noted for later.

His tongue stays laced with mine, and his hands drag mine towards the space above my head, locking me in place so I cannot escape.

"Oh Harley." He says sadly, but I do not question. Instead, I arch myself towards him; wanting him to continue.

He brings his head, and buries it in my neck; repeating my name over and over.

His teeth graze my skin, as he makes his way towards my ear;

"Harley." He begins, softly. "Take the bodies out. Come back to me when you're done."

I wince, my body becoming strained.

"But - Puddin'"

"Uh uh uh," the joker hushes, covering my mouth with his hand angrily. "No talking." He repeats.

"Remember?"

I nod, my breathing becoming uncontrollably heavier.

"Good." He whispers, kissing my forehead softly.

The joker felt overcome with satisfaction.
He'd really let the place go, since Harley had been contained in Arkham.
Pathetically, He was left with only her suit and a mannequin in which he dressed to appear just like her, for his own entertainment.

He had to admit, though;

Harley herself was much more fun.

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Sorry I was going to write this earlier but one thing led to another and I was watching Vampire Diaries. Speaking of which, who else loves Damon?

Anyway, this chapter isn't exactly PG. sorry if that offends anyone, I'm not quite sure which audience I am writing to.