Paper Planes

XXXVIII

A/N: Toooooootal mushy gushy chapter! (& the last smut scene lol) Enjoy :) xx

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"A gentleman holds my hand. A man pulls my hair. A soulmate will do both."
—Alessandra Torre

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Joker had barely made it out the door by the time Ember had slammed him up against the outer brick wall.

The theatrical man let out a grunt upon impact, a dull ache rising in his injured side as Ember latched her lips to his.

They'd managed to stumble out the back door, which lead to a quite questionable alley which was poorly lit and smelt like a landfill.

"Fuck, Em." Joker droned, eyes rotating to the back of his skull as he lay lax against the cool brick. Ember's lips eagerly painted pictures along his exposed neck, smearing a mixture of white and red along the sensitive skin as the man drifted into a tranquil state.

"Want you." She murmured against his swollen skin, sucking and nipping at the flesh as he stirred beneath her hold. Typically, Joker was the one to have control. However, this temporary transference of dominance was undeniably hot.

"I'm all yours." He spoke, eyelids fluttering closed as Ember fell to her knees before him, lanky digits hooking in the grooves of his belt buckle. The joyous clink of the metal was like music to the mans ears, prompting the hair on the back of his neck to stand tall.

This entire situation was absolutely exhilarating to the couple. Here they were — in public — making out on the side of the Iceberg Lounge in the pale moonlight. He was fucking crazy about her to even let something of this nature occur.

"Em?" Joker inquired when her actions ceased. His left eyelid peeked slightly open, jaw meeting his neck to glance downward at the woman. However, a sigh of relief immediately fell from his lips at the glorious feeling of Ember's lips wrapping tightly around him.

The back of his skull collided arduously with the brick wall as his body went rigid at the sudden contact. His ungloved fingers met her loose locks, twisting deeply into her hair as a low groan resonated through his chest.

"C'mon, babe." Joker urged, tugging Ember away from him promptly as he hooked his palms underneath her armpits, pulling her back up to meet his lips in a sloppy, urgent kiss.

"Bring me home." The woman begged, assisting Joker in tucking himself back into his trousers as he laced his fingers in hers.

"Yes ma'am." He cheered, detaching his swollen lips from hers as the duo sprinted in the direction of the SUV in the parking lot.

The front door to Joker's hideout swung widely opened, routinely colliding with the severely dented drywall as the duo breathlessly entered the premises.

Joker's shaking fingers came into contact with the cool wood of the door, slamming it shut as Ember swallowed his winded sighs. She'd managed to frustrate him further than their little episode outside the Iceberg Lounge by palming him through his trousers nearly the entire ride back. Needless to say, the throbbing in Joker's extremities had become borderline painful at this point.