Currently dashing the hopes of my parents. (lolasenvy) wrote in knivesandlint,
Currently dashing the hopes of my parents.

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Moonlight Part 5

Story Title:What a Little Moonlight Can Do Part 5
Summary: A further continuation of this
Genre: I STILL dunno, AU I guess
Pairing:Joker/ Desdemona
Rating: R, maybe NC-17 actually
Disclaimer:I don't believe anyone owns the Joker. Joker for all! But I bet DC comics and Warner Bros. might disagree.
Author Notes: Okey, I'm VERY new to this, so criticism is always appreciated. Also, you should definitely read part four first if you haven't. Comments are our friend!

His expression was almost maniacal as he approached her. She excitedly uncrossed her legs and rose to meet him, and he immediately pulled his favorite knife and rounded to her back.

"Let's see." He said, running the blade across her neck as he ran his nose up the back of her neck inhaling, "Nope, not here." He then brought the blade down the inside curve of her right breast. Desi exhaled heavily. Turning her head to match his gaze, she replied "Not there." He turned the blade flat and ran it down her midsection and over her hip slowly.

Desi quietly gasped, and the joker brushed her hair from her shoulder and rested his head there. "Do I make you nervous? Is it the knife?" He asked. She smirked and threw her head back onto his available shoulder. "The only thing I'm nervous about..." she began, while he slowly licked the inside of her neck, " that this night is going to end without you putting your mouth on this body."

With that, he reached up and grabbed her right wrist and turned her around to face him. He then pocketed the knife and, resting his hands on her hips, slowly lowered himself down the length of her body. He inhaled the entire time, slowly drawing her in. He stopped just at her hips and sniffed a few times. "I think I've found your secret hideout." he said with a laugh.

Before she could think of any reply, he clutched her buttocks firmly and began to feverishly kiss and lick her inside and out, alternating between slow thoughtful strokes and quick frantic ones. Desi's eyes immediately widened and she looked down as to make sure she was still standing on her own two feet.

Her body flushed and grew warm and she absentmindedly began to lightly stroke his hair with one of her idle hands. She closed her eyes and began to tremble, feeling unsteady, almost dizzy from the adrenaline and the realization that this was really happening. Just as she though she might lose her balance completely, he caught her sway and hopped to his feet.

She was starting to catch her breath and he watched her closely without saying anything. He then placed a hand on her stomach and slowly ran it up her body until his thumb was directly between her breasts. He turned her around, bent her over the card table and ran his hand down her spine, watching her response to his touch.

He removed his jacket, and stood behind for a moment. He wasn't wearing a vest, and his tie and suspenders matched. He pulled her toward him, leaving her legs limply hanging and her small toes lightly brushing the floor. Tracing his fingers along her soft and slightly moist folds, he slowly penetrated her, and as she softly gasped, he asked "Why a church?"

She moaned softly, "I, uh, wanted to impress you. Did I?" He increased to two fingers and quickened his pace mildly. The response was immediate. "Do you plan to do anything else?" he asked. She stammered, "That depends I guess." she panted, "Do you want people to be motivated like that?"

He slowed a bit, "What I want.. is people who take direction. I can't work with people who freelance." "Okay!" she exclaimed, obviously split between the conversation and the orgasm building inside her. "But we don't work together, you threw me out." she said, breathless. Right as she was nearing orgasm, he pulled away from her completely. "What? Oh, don't stop." she implored. She turned her head to see him going into his bedroom. Within moments, she was following him.

As she entered, he was standing in beside the bed facing her. "You want to stay here?" he asked "Yes." she replied immediately. "Because there are ru-les, you can't just..." She walked forward and cut him off with an abrupt and very passionate kiss. A kiss she herself broke my pushing him away and onto the bed.

"See?" he exclaimed. "I expect there to be an order to..." She climbed onto the bed and quickly cut him off again, with another deeply probing kiss. As she continued to hold his attention there, she went for his trousers, seeking out the fly and unbuttoning it. This time it's the Joker who breaks the connection but he simply looked on as she threw one leg over his waist and mounted him.

As she began to grind into him, taking him all into her, he begins to lick and caress her breasts. Throwing her head back, she grabbed his suspenders almost like a bridle to pull herself toward him as she bucked away. With her head thrown back, he worked his way up her chest until he was licking and lightly biting her neck.

He brought his hands around her throat and moved his head so that his mouth was right at her ear. "Tell me how badly you want this." he huffed. Desi tried to answer, but her mouth had run dry. She swallowed hard and gasped, "I want...I need it. Please don't stop." She began to pull at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest and running her long elegant fingers up his chest. Maintaining his firm grip on her neck, he whispered "I want to hear you beg me."

"Have mercy..." She cried. Her fingers had began to tingle. The feeling in her legs was gone. She could no longer stop her back from arching and bucking from him. "Please don't stop again. I'm begging you."

Just then, she dug her nails into his back through the shirt. He responded to the pain immediately, releasing his grip on her and she crashed into him. He grabbed her at the waist and slammed her body onto the bed.

While she lay trying to catch her breath, he removed the remainder of his clothes and like an animal he climbs over her, immediately and forcefully penetrating her. "" she pleads. "Just like this."

He begins thrusting with wild abandon, a crazed look in his eye. "Now I want it." he starts, "I want you to, I want it. I want it now. Come for me. I want to watch you do it." Desi began to shake, the intensity washing over in an awesome wave. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her toes curled, followed by uncontrollable moan for what seemed like ten minutes.

The Joker buried his head in her chest, thrust with exceptional force and tensed up entirely. Digging his nails into her sides, he let out a guttural groan and then stopped.

He then moved off of her and to the other side of the bed. "I'm not... a cuddle person." He said while trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, me either." she replied.

"Thanks for blowing up a building and killing a bunch of people. You can sure make a guy feel special." He said with a laugh. "Thanks for the sex." she replied, "You can sure make a girl go numb."

They both share a laugh, and the Joker rolls to look at her. "I want you to tell me that you don't love me." he said, "I'll know if you're lying." Without so much as blinking, she affirmed, "I don't love you, I'm just passing the time."

He rolled over, "Then you can stay."

A little Lost? Check out:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Tags: featuring: the joker, genre: movieverse
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