Madly Ever After

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We bolted to the glistening purple Vaydor, Mr. J's long silver coat fluttered behind him as he dragged me along. The lights from the club were reflecting off the cars shiny exterior, it's splendour making it stand out in the otherwise dark street. The Feds were close now, funny that they thought they really stood a chance. I mean, have you seen us?? Laughing, I looked up at my Puddin', and he was laughing too. Shots rang out just as we slid into the car, ruining the perfect, mesmerizing exterior.

"How rude!"

Puddin revved the engine and we sped off at full speed, leaving the police sputtering in a cloud of dust.

Puddin' groaned.

"What's with all the bullets these days! What happened to having a conversation like gentlemen?"

"People just don't understand us Puddin'. They don't know that shooting the bad guys doesn't make them the good guys!" 

"Not everyone is as...refined as us Harley. We only kill people when it's funny. Comedic timing my dear, they just don't get the joke."

"Ya I'll say, all those fuckers did was ruin your car!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head, it's nothing but a few scratches, Daddy'll get it fixed right up."

I giggled, and trailed my finger down his arm, tracing the intricate details on his coat,

"I missed you looking after me Puddin'. Not that I can't look after myself, but it's nice to be back." 

He snarled and threw his head back,

"You're so good Harley."

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In no time, we were back home, at Mr. J's apartment. He was just about to open the door when he turned to face me, his brilliant smile lighting up the dark hallway.

"You know sweets, I'm realllllyy happy to have you home. Things aren't the same around here when my toys get stolen."

I beamed and licked my lips. Sauntering closer to him, I made sure to take my time, and stare straight into his usually bright eyes, now dark and filled with desire. For a second, I felt unusually powerful.

"Well I'm just glad to be back with my Puddin'. It was awfully hard to be away from you..."

Our lips were touching, and I could hear him growl under his breath. I pressed myself against him until we were impossibly close. Just as I leaned in, he put his finger to my lips.

"Say it. Say it say it say it or you. get. nothing."

And just like that, any trace of power I was feeling dissolved. My bottom lip started to tremble and my eyes were stinging. He knew exactly how to make me weak. He knew how to make himself powerful. And I fucking worshiped him for it.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty please Daddy."