Laugh Lines

Revelations

A/N: A BIT OF SMUTTY GOODNESS TO EASE THE WAY INTO THE CRAZY THAT IS COMING UP SOON ;)

~But I'm on the outside

I'm looking in

I can see through you

See your true colors

'Cause inside you're ugly

You're ugly like me

I can see through you

See to the real you~

~Staind~

This was his worst nightmare. The need and want that she caused to move through him. He felt helpless when her mouth was on his. She kissed his scars like she loved them and he hated her for it. She bit his skin like she wanted to hurt him and he loved her for it.

He had never in his life been addicted to intimacy of any kind. Even when his scars were fresh, women still liked the look of his face. Their outward pity at the soon to be scars had soured each experience he had. After a while, he decided it was not worth the fleeting pleasure.

He only took a woman to bed when he felt like it, and he usually hurt them pretty bad. No one was left unmarked when they decided to be with him. It made for very few repeats. Joker didn't care either way. After he started to become more infamous, the women seemed to throw themselves at him. Maybe it was the makeup, maybe it was his reputation. He rarely gave anyone the time of day.

His wife was an entirely different story. She wanted to be with him, she loved him. It always gave him a strange feeling in his gut when she said it. The idea seemed wrong. He was a bad man, she knew this, but she loved him anyway.

He thought at first it was just a teenage infatuation. A stupid crush on her 'hero'. He wasn't a hero, not by far. He pushed her away, but she came back for more. She would attack him, and it drove him crazy. She had no real fear of him. She had seen him torture and murder people. She didn't even bat an eye, she had even helped him once or twice.

She had blossomed into a beautiful creature. Her outer appearance so soft and gentle. He wanted to mark her, where the world could see her for what she was, her outside matching the monster inside. He had come to realize, she was just like him. Broken inside and not caring. The world had fucked her over at a young age and changed her.

He could see the monster that lived behind her miss matched eyes, and he wanted to revel in it. He wanted the world to see it. He didn't force it to surface, but when they were alone, she let it come out to play. Shedding the mask she wore.

Right now she was in his lap, her hands in his still damp hair. She would tug hard on it, pulling his face back to look at her. The grip on his hair toeing the line of pleasure and pain. He groaned as she moved her hips forward and ground herself against his erection.

She moved forward and kissed him, biting his tongue and lip. He could taste the coppery taste of his blood mixed with the lingering taste of their dinner. Almost sickly sweet. He reached up and gripped her hips, pulling them closer, pressing her harder into him.

She let out a whimper and he stood, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He moved quickly and walked them to his room. He pushed her onto the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Peach was now naked lying on his bed, wasting no time in undressing, waiting for him.

He moved up to her, lifting her legs up and over his shoulders and in a quick move, he buried his face in her sex. He moved his tongue quickly, large broad strokes mixed with precise moves over and around her clit. She moaned loud enough to wake the dead. He felt her hand in his hair again and doubled his efforts. He felt her thighs clamp around his head as she shuddered through her orgasm.