Paper Planes

XXI

A/N: So sorry for the long wait on this one. I promise it'll be well worth it ;)

YES JOKER IS SOMEWHAT OOC IN THIS SO PLEASE DON'T REMIND ME BECAUSE I AM FULLY AWARE

The only warning I'll ever leave behind:
Adult content ahead. ;)

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"In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress."
—Cameron Conaway

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"Careful, toots."

"Sorry." Ember murmured, removing her knee from that delicate spot on his groin as she feverishly reattached her lips to his.

Joker lay entrapped beneath her, his curls sprawled outward against the violent purple pillow as Ember's manicured fingers naturally laced into the ringlets.

A throaty moan tumbled from his scarred lips, seeping into her mouth as her tongue lapped out to meet his.

"Em," Joker breathed, his bare fingers gripping firmly onto her hips as she breathlessly grunted in response.

"Ge-t off for a sec, will yah?" He murmured, rolling the tiny woman off of him as she sighed in defeat.

"But I wanna keep kissing you." She whined, her tone resembling that of a pissed off child as she visibly pouted.

Joker's tongue routinely darted outward, caressing his swollen lips as his thumb swiped against her pouted lower lip.

"Don't pout, toots. I've-uh, got a bit of a surprise for you." Joker mused, his lips curling into a develish grin as he pressed a firm kiss to her open mouth.

"What kind of surprise?" Ember giggled, toying with the faded green curls at the nape of his neck.

Joker shifted his weight onto the petite woman, pressing his hips against hers as his rugged fingers traced patterns along her jaw.

"D'yah like shopping?"

"What girl doesn't?" Ember smiled, bucking her hips upwards to emit a reaction from the painted-face man. She heartily grinned when Joker's black holes for eyes squeezed shut, his jaw falling agape as he let out a deep groan.

"F-Fu-ck, Em." Joker stuttered, pressing his palm flatly against her hip to push her back down onto the mattress. "Stop it."

"Sorry." She grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his makeup smeared jaw as she wiggled out from underneath him.

Joker slid aside to allow her to exit, collapsing onto his side on the bed as Ember readjusted her lace top.

"So, what's the surprise?"

"You and-uh, Horty are going shopping." Joker blandly stated, picking at his nails as the woman paced the dark, dingy bedroom.

"Buy yourself something nice." He drawled, swinging his legs from the bed as he swiftly stood. Before Ember could reply, his arms had snaked around her waist, his chin resting firmly on her bony shoulder as he peppered light kisses along her neck. "I-uh, want you to wear it when you come ba-ck. Go-t it?"