Harley was awakened by the opposite side of the bed dipping down slightly. Her eyes fly open as she feels the heat of a body climbing under the covers with her. Ivy must have dropped by. Harley draws in a breath and smiles. She rolls over with a stretch and is taken by surprise as lips capture hers. Strong hands start grasping at her skin. A tongue shoves past her lips. Harley knew that this wasn't Ivy. She tries to pull away but the strong hands find her face and hold her into the kiss.
When the kiss breaks Harley tries to see who it is but the room was too dark. "Mmmmm, daddy's been missing you," purrs a voice that she recognizes all too well.
Harley quickly reaches over to the lamp on the night stand and turns it on. She's both surprised and not surprised to see Jason's intense eyes staring back into her own. "Jason?"
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Jason rolls his eyes with a sigh, "What have I told you about calling me that?" He asks and rolls on top of her, his hips slip down to rest between her thighs.
"Sorry...p-puddin, how'd ya escape?" She swallows hard. She tries her best to placate him in a way that he doesn't even realize.
"Oh, let's not talk about that my love," he smiles as he looks down into her eyes and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I thought about you every day. You know that? Mmm, I thought about touching you... You been thinking bout that baby?" He coos and presses his lips to hers again.
Harley could feel his hands pushing her panties down off her hips. His lips keep hers sucked together with his. Harley's heart pounded in her ears. How'd he manage to escape from Arkham? Dear God why? Was this some sort of sick Joke? A nightmare? Why was the security so damn weak? She didn't want to see Jason's lust filled glare. She didn't want to feel his hands touching her all over. She didn't want to fuck him.
Jason pulls away and looks at her through half lidded eyes, "Surely you aren't going to deny me? I've been locked up for a whole month baby. I need you so much," he moans and keeps shoveing her panties down, this time down her thighs.
Harley's eyes press shut. She didn't want to see him. He had stolen her Mistah J's face and defiled it. Jason was the last thing on the face of the earth that she wanted. Nothing would bring her more satisfaction than telling him she'd rather die than let him touch her. But she couldn't say that to him. Not until she managed to make sure her baby was safely out of his reach. She knows there is but one thing she can do. To pacify his wants and needs.
"Thought ya'd nevah bust outta that place Mistah J," she says, but her face doesn't show the enthusiasm of her words. She's painfully aware of this too. Therefore her actions would have to speak the volumes her face couldn't show.
Harley guides her hands down Jason's back and grabs the hem of his shirt. She starts to pull it up his back and over his head. She leans up and kisses him deeply so that he can't see the hatred burning in her eyes. She does her best, despite his dead on looks, to make herself believe that Jason really was her Mistah J. But it simply wasn't possible. He could never fool her. But she still did her best to play the part he expected her to.
