One Bad Day

Consummation

Joker's POV

I think I'm happy. I think we're all happy. Well, except for J, he's not capable of happiness. He was the only part of me that wasn't married to Harley. He might as well get used to it, he's stuck with her now. But she was perfect for me. I was in love with her. Before Harley, I didn't care if I lived or died. The only meaning I had in my life was pushing Batsy's buttons. But Harley came along and she loved me when I couldn't love myself. Maybe now I can have more than just Bats.

My tongue moves slowly and delicately, well, the best I can since Harley's thighs are like a vice around my head at the moment. Her moans turned me on so much. I hope I can maintain control of the voices and not hurt her. That would be very rude on her wedding day. I just wanted to make love to her without having to handcuff myself. I wanted to be able to trust myself. To be completely free and unafraid of what could happen.

I drank in the honey of my new wife. My wife. I still don't quite understand how a man like me deserves all the happiness in the world. A part of me can't believe that I have something normal. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole wife and child thing. It still scared me. I kept waiting for the bottom to fall out. I can only hope for it not to happen. But I'm a realist, I know it's only a matter of time.

Harley screams out my name to the rooftop. Her body trembled. I slowly kissed my way up. My hands glide across her burning skin. I place the last kiss on her shoulder and lie next to her. My fingertips trace over her stomach. I place my palm flat on it. I was in complete awe. It was amazing how a child came to be. And the way it develops inside of the mother... I can't believe I'm a part of... building something like that. Most of my existence has been spent tearing things down. Destruction. Mayhem. Chaos. Anarchy. But growing inside of Harley is a little part of me. I honestly hope that it's only the best parts of Harley and I. I want it to want to be nothing like us. I want it to tell us we're wrong. I want it to make something of itself. Something real, something honest.

Harly takes my hand and slides it to the other side of her stomach and presses it flat. Then I felt the baby moving inside of her. I couldn't help but smile. It was an amazing experience and it made me feel so proud and nervous and overcome by excitement. But since the dream regression therapy I could remember doing this with Jeannie. And I felt...sad. I regret the way I lost her, the way everything ended and changed. I regret that I missed what little time my son was given on this earth. I should have been there with him. I should have given him a name at least. A grave perhaps...

My eyes move up to meet with Harley's. She shifts her weight and rolls onto her side facing me. "What are you thinking?" She asks me.

My fingers trace her cheek. "You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, right?" She smiles and nods. "I love you Harley. I just want you to know that. If I should lose control sometimes and say...say mean things... I don't mean it... I just... I don't know, you're the psychiatrist and..." She cuts me off by kissing me.

"It's our wedding night puddin. Enjoy it. Don't be so serious." She looks at me sympathetically and strokes my chest.

I smile at her and wrap my arms around her. I roll onto my back, placing Harley on top of me. I know it's silly, but I didn't want to squish the baby. Harley slowly lowers herself down on my dick. I groan out at the sudden warmth and wetness. My hands grasp her hips and I fight the urge to slam up into her like a bucking stallion. I let her do most of the moving. But I couldn't refrain from rolling my hips with her movements.

I'm having thoughts and feelings that I don't really know how to explain. I'm not entirely sure if I've ever had them before. I felt dedicated to Harley and the baby. I found myself planning for a future I never dreamed possible. I find myself trying to balance it all. How does a murdering psychopath manage to have a family. How do I teach my child not to kill when I hunger to kill?

"Puddin, where are you?" Harley pants.

I sit up and kiss her deeply as my arms wrap around her. My head dips down to her breasts. I move my tongue over her nipple and roll my hips. I wished I never had to cum. Harley shoves me back down on the bed and starts moving faster on top of me. Before I know it I feel her insides contract around me and start throbbing with hard pulses.

I smile big, "Ooooh, again?"

She just collapses down onto my chest breathing hard. I hug her and kiss the top of her head. I move her off me and onto the bed next to me.

I growl, "Get on your hands and knees for Daddy."

Harly smiles coyly and moves into the position slowly, teasing me with her perfect, beautiful ass. I couldn't resist giving it one good smack. Harley giggles and arches her back and throws her head back. I slide into her and grab both sides of her ass, pushing them toward each other. I grind my hips with a slow pace that has me shaking all over. I was right on the edge.

I move one of my hands up her spine and press down between her shoulder blades so that she's face down and ass up. I put my hands in her hips and quicken my strikes from long and hard to short and rythmatic. I could feel every muscle in my body growing stiff. I was hot and sweat was trickling down my chest and back. One good slam would push me over the edge, but not on my wedding night. Tonight was about love, not lust.

So I continued slowly. Painfully, agonizingly, slow. Slowly enough that I can almost count the ridges inside of her. Each one bringing me closer and closer to my breaking point. I've never been one for patience, but something about fighting it made it seem so much more intense.

When my body could take no more my body stiffened even more and I get that first explosion. My toes curl tight. My fingers bury in Harley's flesh. My eyes roll back and the spasms hit me intently. It seems like they go on forever as I spill myself inside my beautiful bride. The I start to laugh, unable to contain my total and complete bliss.

I can hear Harley saying something but I can't respond yet. I was frozen with my body yet going limp. But I could feel the heavy relaxation starting in my legs. So I slowly pulled out of her, my dick more sensitive than a sixteen year olds. Then I fall flat on my face as Harley moves out of the way.

She shakes my shoulder, "You didn't have a heart attack, did you Mistah J?"

I laugh into the pillow and try to find the energy to roll onto my side. I pull Harley to me and kiss her softly. After the kiss I trace her lips, "We're going to have a very good sex life pumpkin."

"Yeah?" She gleams.

"Does that surprise you?" I enquire.

"Yeah, I figured, since this was only the third time, that it would be an occasional thing. I know as men age that..."

"Age? You insinuating that my equipment doesn't work all the time? HaHaHa! Oh no! Trust me baby, you're going to wish it didn't work all the time!"