Bringing Up the Past

Peace and Quiet

 The Joker roughly lifts me off my feet and I hastily wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths tangle together as we kiss frantically. His tongue slides past mine and I moan into his soft mouth. The Joker hurries off down the hallway, probably towards his bedroom. His arms tighten around me and he lightly bites at my lower lip. He stops suddenly and leans forward, pressing me back against a closed door. I uncurl my legs and drop unsteadily onto my feet. The kiss breaks unexpectedly and Jay catches my face in both hands, yanking me back into another deep, chaotic kiss. Reaching behind my back, I fumble for the doorknob. The door suddenly swings open and we nearly fall into the room behind it.

I stagger backwards as the Joker surges forward, pressing his lips harder into mine and moaning loudly. His hands sweep up the sides of my body from my hips to my waist to my shoulders. He wraps both of his cool hands around the sides of my neck and head as he pulls me into an impossibly deep kiss. I can hear both of us moaning, panting, gasping for breath. My heart races ever faster as I cling to him.

Jay breaks the kiss for a split second, just long enough to turn his head and draw in a gasping breath. He turns away a second time and presses his lips along the edge of my jaw as his hands drag down the front of my body. The Joker takes a few more steps forward and I stumble back. One of my heels snags on a rug and I loose my balance. My fingers clench around handfuls of the front of the Joker's royal blue shirt as I tumble backwards and pull him down with me.

I land on my back on a memory foam mattress and Jay collapses forward onto me. He tries to catch himself with his hands against the bed. Suddenly, the almost-gone migraine takes its revenge and drives a spike of searing pain into my head behind my left eye. With a pitiful wail, I throw my hands over my face. The Joker's body weight suddenly vanishes when he springs up off of me. Writhing in agony, I curl into a ball on the blood red silk sheets and moan. I flinch when I feel a hand suddenly press into my forehead. "You okay?"

Opening my eyes, I find myself looking directly into the Joker's startling blue gaze. He's sitting on the bed beside me, one leg tucked underneath him, and wearing a worried expression. I frown at him and shake my head the little that I can manage.

"Play with me, baby," he purrs, sliding a hand up and down the curve of my hip. I scowl at his playful smile. "Are you nuts?!" I demand furiously. The Joker grins brightly. "Yes." I grit my teeth and growl at him. "Jay, I really don't feel too great right now," I say, trying to sit up then flopping backwards onto the bed. "My head is killing me."

The Joker smiles at me. "I know," he says smugly. "I also know that the best way to get rid of a headache is to get off." Jay and slides a hand up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where we both want him to be. He grins widely. "Let's play while we still can."

I press the heel of one hand into the space between my eyebrows and frown. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The Joker's metal-covered teeth glint in the bedroom's low light as he smirks at me. "Liv," he says in a slightly patronizing tone, "we lived together for six years." He pats my leg. "You really think I can't tell when you're PMS-ing?"

Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I glare at him as hard as I can.

"There's only one thing that consistently gives you migraines: sugar." Jay pushes himself backwards on the bed and leans back against the black headboard. "And only three reasons you'll binge on candy," the Joker continues, holding up three long, white fingers. "And since Halloween is still weeks away and Valentine's Day was months ago, there's only one reason left." Grabbing a dark red pillow, he moves down the bed and lays on his back beside me, fluffing the pillow before laying his head on it. "I'm just guessing, but I'd say there's three, maybe four days left until-"

"I hate you so much right now," I grumble, snatching the pillow out from under his green head and pressing it over my face.

The Joker chuckles softly. "Liar."

"Well if you know me so well," I sigh, flinging the pillow aside and sitting up, "you ought to know that the only thing I want right now is to be somewhere dark." The Joker throws out an arm and sweeps the nearby lamp off the nightstand. It topples sideways and lands with a loud crash, but the lightbulb somehow survives the fall and continues to glow from the floor.

"And quiet!" I groan, pressing my hands over my ears.

Jay grins and rolls lazily onto his side. He shoves a hand between my legs and begins to rub one finger across my clit. "Oh I'll be quiet," he whispers, getting to his knees and pressing his lips into the side of my neck. "But you won't..."

I breath out a sound that's halfway between a sigh and a moan as I let him gently push me backwards onto the bed. The Joker's neon green hair hangs into his piercing blue eyes as he slowly lowers his body onto mine. I can feel his cock pressing against my hip, rock hard and ready. Jay's scarlet lips are parted as he stares into my eyes, watching my face for a reaction, when he slowly but firmly pushes his hips down. I draw in a sharp breath through my clenched teeth and part my legs for him.

The Joker thrusts hard and slow, leaning down to press his lips into mine. He moans low in his chest as he rocks his hips forward and back. I push my hands into the back of his hair and hold him in the kiss. I can feel my body getting closer and closer to sweet release as my former lover grinds against me. But just as I think he's going to send me over the edge, Jay pulls away and sits back on his heels.

"What are you doing?!" I gasp in exasperation. Jay smiles slowly at me but doesn't answer. Instead, he holds up one finger and presses it to his red lips. I watch as the Joker unbuttons my white linen trousers and pulls them down over my hips. He drags the pants off of my legs and drops them unceremoniously onto his bedroom floor. Before I can react, Jay slips off the end of the bed, grabs my hips with both strong hands, and yanks me towards him. He crouches on the floor at the foot of the bed and drapes my legs over his shoulders.

A sharp moan tears from my mouth when he drags his tongue slowly up my damp lower lips. I let my head fall back onto the bed and my eyes drift closed. Jay pulls aside the crotch of my black lace boyshorts and shoves two fingers deep into my center. I push my hands into his hair and fight back a scream as his lips close around my clit. He sucks at it for just a second, just long enough to have me writhing on his bed, completely at his mercy.

Jay draws back slightly and works his fingers in and out faster and faster. He knows exactly where my g-spot is and he flicks and presses his fingertips against that magic spot. Within moments, my moans become cries of pleasure. Suddenly, I feel Jay's tongue drag across my clit and my body starts to tremble.

"Mmm...yeah, baby," he moans, pressing his mouth into my entrance so that I can feel the vibrations of his voice and the movements of his lips and tongue as he speaks. "Are you close yet?"

"Yes!" I gasp, fighting to not clench my fists in his hair. The Joker hates that, but right now I couldn't care less. "Don't stop, Jay!" I beg breathlessly.

The Joker presses one flat hand into my lower abdomen and curls his fingers inside me. He moves his fingers hard and fast, digging into my g-spot with just the right amount of pressure. My moans and cries mix with gasps and groans. I force my eyes open and I find the Joker staring down at me. His face is slack with desire and need. Our eyes meet just as the orgasm crashes over me. Someone lets out a harsh, ragged scream...it's me.