Paper Planes

XVII

"He was still a mystery to me. And God, did I want to play Nancy Drew."
—Cora Carmack

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Ember's back slammed forcibly against the drywall, her head swimming as the booming sound of the front door closing caused her arms to involuntarily jerk in surprise.

A pair of lips urgently reattached to hers, her slender legs snaking their way up his waist as the thick purple coat toppled to the floor with a satisfying thump.

She opened her eyes to admire his features, which were dark from the lack of lighting in the eerily quiet house. Ember's eyelids fluttered closed once again, becoming immersed in all things him as her ankles hooked together against his back.

A sigh of content escaped Joker's smeared painted lips as the palms of his hands encaptured each side of her waist.

Ember's lips went numb with satisfaction as her fingers twiddled with the small curls that sat at the nape of his neck. Only just this morning, she'd been intoxicated with a wondrous high, courtesy of the marijuana Joker had provided her with. However, the current high she felt at the feeling of his lips against hers surpassed any high that drugs could award her.

It was as if his lips were a remedy, washing away all the hurt, pain, and loneliness she'd felt over time. He was the antidote that would cure her despair.

A faint groan fell from her mouth when the feeling of his lips evanesced, her heart leaping into her chest when his scarred cheeks grazed the fragile skin of her neck.

Ember's neck lulled back, her skull resting against the unevenly painted wall as Joker's overgrown curls tickled her jaw. A short squeal emerged from her the moment his lips came into contact with her neck, her legs tightening around his waist in response as her hips involuntarily bucked upwards. Her grip emitted a low grunt from the man, his head spinning with lust as he took her soft skin between his teeth.

His fingers tightened their hold on her hips, desperately attempting to keep the wiggling girl in place as she fidgeted under his lips.

"Stay still." He hissed under his breath, his lips trailing upwards to that most sensitive spot on her neck, directly underneath her ear as she whined in response.

Joker retracted his palms from her waist, prying the leather gloves from his fingers as he quickly discarded them onto the floor, not once removing his lips from her as he did so.

Instead of returning his hold to her pertruding hipbones, Joker bucked his own hips forward, balancing her against the wall with his lower half as his bare hands traveled up her trembling body. She quivered beneath his touch as his left hand sharply cupped her jaw, his thumb gently pressing her chin upwards to give him more access to her neck as his right hand snaked down her thigh.

She was making out with Gotham's most wanted criminal.

Although this was nothing new between them, it was still rather thrilling to be swapping spit with a man people typically feared.

As she lay lax against the wall, her eyes screwed shut in ecstacy as the Joker continued his rough, yet somewhat gentle assault on the flesh of her neck, she couldn't help but wonder: was he still in love with her?