A/N: So sorry for the long wait on this one. I promise it'll be well worth it ;)

YES JOKER IS SOMEWHAT OOC IN THIS SO PLEASE DON'T REMIND ME BECAUSE I AM FULLY AWARE

The only warning I'll ever leave behind:
Adult content ahead. ;)

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"In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress."
—Cameron Conaway

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"Careful, toots."

"Sorry." Ember murmured, removing her knee from that delicate spot on his groin as she feverishly reattached her lips to his.

Joker lay entrapped beneath her, his curls sprawled outward against the violent purple pillow as Ember's manicured fingers naturally laced into the ringlets.

A throaty moan tumbled from his scarred lips, seeping into her mouth as her tongue lapped out to meet his.

"Em," Joker breathed, his bare fingers gripping firmly onto her hips as she breathlessly grunted in response.

"Ge-t off for a sec, will yah?" He murmured, rolling the tiny woman off of him as she sighed in defeat.

"But I wanna keep kissing you." She whined, her tone resembling that of a pissed off child as she visibly pouted.

Joker's tongue routinely darted outward, caressing his swollen lips as his thumb swiped against her pouted lower lip.

"Don't pout, toots. I've-uh, got a bit of a surprise for you." Joker mused, his lips curling into a develish grin as he pressed a firm kiss to her open mouth.

"What kind of surprise?" Ember giggled, toying with the faded green curls at the nape of his neck.

Joker shifted his weight onto the petite woman, pressing his hips against hers as his rugged fingers traced patterns along her jaw.

"D'yah like shopping?"

"What girl doesn't?" Ember smiled, bucking her hips upwards to emit a reaction from the painted-face man. She heartily grinned when Joker's black holes for eyes squeezed shut, his jaw falling agape as he let out a deep groan.

"F-Fu-ck, Em." Joker stuttered, pressing his palm flatly against her hip to push her back down onto the mattress. "Stop it."

"Sorry." She grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his makeup smeared jaw as she wiggled out from underneath him.

Joker slid aside to allow her to exit, collapsing onto his side on the bed as Ember readjusted her lace top.

"So, what's the surprise?"

"You and-uh, Horty are going shopping." Joker blandly stated, picking at his nails as the woman paced the dark, dingy bedroom.

"Buy yourself something nice." He drawled, swinging his legs from the bed as he swiftly stood. Before Ember could reply, his arms had snaked around her waist, his chin resting firmly on her bony shoulder as he peppered light kisses along her neck. "I-uh, want you to wear it when you come ba-ck. Go-t it?"

"Got it." Ember whispered, pulling his arms closer to her torso as she squeezed lightly.

"He's wait-ing outside whenever you're ready, doll."

"Okay," Ember whispered, craning her neck to place a kiss to his closed lips before tugging away from his grasp. "I'll be back."

"I'll be here."

After stealing several additional kisses, Ember finally stumbled from Joker's bedroom, snapping the vibrant purple door closed on her heel as she made her way towards the front door.

Although she'd prefer to go shopping with the Joker, she knew quite well that he couldn't just nonchalantly strut into a shopping mall without being bombarded by the GCPD.

It was almost disgusting, really, how sappy he was with her. She knew that it was rare, but when he got in those cuddly moods, she was an absolute goner. However, those moods weren't quite as often as she wanted.

Sometimes Ember forgot who the man she swapped spit with truly was. Even though to her, he was the Jackson she fell madly in love with fifteen years ago, to everyone else, he was a psychopathic murderer. It was quite shocking how someone so violent could be so gentle with her.

Horton sat on his mobile phone in the SUV, his bottom lip pouted outward as he bounced his leg impatiently. Joker had told him to expect Ember thirty minutes ago, and yet, he still sat by himself in the vehicle, the engine groaning as it continued to run idly.

Hopefully they weren't fucking.

Just as Horton began to painfully imagine Joker and Ember together, the front door swung open, revealing a giddy Ember as she skipped along the severed path.

He grunted in discomfort when the passenger door swung widely open, the small girl propelling herself into the vehicle as she flashed him a toothy grin.

"Hey, Horton." She politely greeted, the door slamming shut as she strapped herself into the seat.

"Hi." He blandly replied, throwing the gear shift into drive as he avoided her giggling self. "Did Joker tell you where we're going?"

"Shopping!" Ember cheered, as if she were a teenage girl. Sometimes it truly baffled him that she was a few years older than himself, mainly because she didn't act her age at all.

The pair sat silently beside each other, Horton weaving between traffic as Ember twiddled her thumbs.

"Do you think Joker'll let me get a new phone? Since I'm technically not a hostage anymore?"

Horton licked his lips, his gaze fixated on the road as Ember fell silent once more.

"What makes you think that you're not his hostage anymore?"

Ember shot the henchman a puzzled glance, her brows knitting together in confusion as he simply shifted in his seat.

"What does that mean?" She snipped.

"Well," Horton began, brushing the stray blonde hairs from his eyes. "You can't leave. I'd call that a hostage situation. Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome?"

Ember openly scoffed at his statement.

"Stockholm Syndrome?" She sneered, crossing her arms tightly across her busty chest. "Do you honestly think I fell for my kidnapper?"

"Well, considering you can hardly keep your hands off of him, I'd say so." Horton shrugged.

"I've known Joker since we were toddlers, jackass."

A stale silence littered the air as Horton's blood ran cold.

What?

"H-How the fuck—?"

"We grew up together. He was, uh, my first love." Ember lowly rambled, her gaze focused on the busy streets outside the car window as Horton felt suddenly very ill.

She wasn't just a random whore after all.

"So that's why he didn't kill you. Interesting. When's the last time you saw each other? You seemed to really hate him and not even recognize him before." Horton stated, curious to know the full story behind Ember and Joker. Of course, he was madly jealous, but it would help if he knew more details. Plus, he was quite interested to know if the Joker had always been a bit off his rocker.

Ember sighed, tugging at a loose strand on her jeans as strands of faded, outgrown blonde waves tumbled into her vision.

"We lost touch when we were fifteen. He didn't have the facial scars, and he didn't talk like he does. He's not even the same person, to be honest."

"What's his real name?" Horton spat, his heart racing beneath his ribcage as his knuckles turned white against the steering wheel.

A smile smeared across Ember's lips, her hand darting upwards to claim several strands of hair as the name tumbled from her lips.

"Jackson."

A warm, tingly sensation traveled throughout Horton's body at the sound of Joker's real name.

It was beautiful.

"I-I like it." He stammered.

Ember simply smiled.
"Me too."

The duo sat in a comfortable silence as Horton finally pulled the vehicle into the parking lot of a rather expensive boutique.

"Jesus," Ember observed, craning her neck to get a better view at the elegant sign. "I can't afford anything at Santana!"

"Good thing Joker can." Horton smiled, thrusting the car into park as he unlatched his seatbelt, signalling to her to follow.

Ember scrambled out of her seat, tripping over the loose laces of her Converse as Horton circled the SUV.

"We need to find you a nice dress."

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"Thanks for taking me shopping today, Horton." Ember grinned, adjusting the strap on her brand new pale pink sundress.

"No problem, Ember. I'm glad you found some new outfits." Horton genuinely grinned, halting in front of the familiar cracked sidewalk as the woman shot him a questioning glare.

"You're not coming inside?"

"No." Horton said shortly, licking his lips intently as she unlatched her seatbelt. "Got stuff to do for the boss." He added.

"Oh." She whispered, wrapping the sleek black shopping bag around her wrist as she thrust the passenger door open. "Have fun."

"I'll try."

With a final goodbye, Ember collected the last of her things and slammed the door closed, the van peeling away from the sidewalk as she slowly exhaled.

What was Joker up to?

A small sigh escaped her plump lips as she turned on her heel, strutting towards the front door as the frilly dress slapped lightly against her upper thighs. The style of the dress made her look twenty again, and she couldn't entirely complain. She was getting damn old anyways, it was refreshing to look younger than she actually was.

Her fingers laced around the circular metal knob, twisting tightly as the front door clicked open.

A sudden scent of cinnamon filled the womans nostrils, her brows raising in curiosity as she entered the building.

Once inside, Ember's jaw fell slack, the shopping bag nearly toppling from her weak grip as she viewed the scene before her.

The once disheveled home had been tidied up, the kitchen free of any clutter or dirty dishes as nearly a dozen lit cinnamon scented candles lined the island counter. The typical artificial lighting of the room was replaced by the candlelight, the flames dancing about on the walls as a circular table clad with a blood red tablecloth sat in the center of the room.

The plastic bag pooled at her feet, her breath hitching in her throat when the glorious sound of her absolute favorite style of music filled her ears.

Oscar fucking Peterson?

(((Totally annoying mid-chapter A/N: I definitely recommend giving Oscar Peterson a listen while reading this chapter. It definitely brings the scene to life! Plus, if you're into piano jazz, like me, you'll enjoy it. I attached an audio clip at the beginning!)))

"Are you still into jazz?" A husky voice called from behind the woman.

Ember's neck snapped backwards, her eyes widening as she blinked several times, as if the image before her would magically disappear the more she did.

"J-Joker?" She squeaked, her gaze raking his figure as he lounged against the doorframe.

Joker's clean face brightened, his scars tugging upwards into a grin as he stuffed his hands into his pant pockets.

The trademark makeup was gone, not a lick of greasepaint present on the mans features as his soft, brown eyes admired her tiny frame.

She looked flawless.

"Ca-t got your tongue, toots?" He playfully teased, his pink tongue lapping outward to trace the destroyed flesh of his left cheek.

His slightly faded green locks were slicked back, pulled into a small bun at the bottom of his skull as he stupidly smiled in Ember's direction.

Her identical hued eyes raked his form, appalled by his choice of outfit. He wore sleek black slacks, complimented with white pinstrips. His torso was clothed with a deep purple dress shirt, the sleeves rolled sharply at his elbows as black suspenders clung to his shoulders, clipping onto the front of his slacks by metal clips. A tie was not present, which was unusual for the theatrical man. However, Ember practically salivated at the sight of the top three buttons of his shirt, which lay unbuttoned, displaying the small patches of hair that littered his chest.

"Geee-zus," Joker drawled, tearing his right hand from his pocket as his thumb rubbed circles against the scar of his lip. "You-uh, gonna say somethin', sweet pea?"

"I-I'm sorry," Ember stuttered, her voice failing her as her knees began to slightly wobble. "Joker, you look so handsome."

If it was even remotely possible, a periwinkle blush crept onto the mans scarred cheeks, his chin dipping downward to conceal the color as he avoided her shocked expression.

"Uh, thanks. Yah don't look too ba-d yourself."

"I didn't know you liked jazz." Ember awkwardly stuttered, shuffling towards the round table in the center of the kitchen. Her eyes raked over the dining set that lined the table, decorative plates on each side as she let out a snort.

"Si-t." Joker politely ordered, approaching the table with two large strides as his paint-stained hands gripped onto the chair, tugging it backwards as he offered Ember a seat.

"Thanks." The woman mumbled, smoothing down the back of her dress as she took a seat in the stained wooden chair.

Joker circled the table, plopping downward into the chair across from hers as his features became illuminated by the three candlesticks that sat placed in the center of the table.

Joker's widened pupils trailed her shivering frame, his elbow resting on the table as he tugged his bottom lip between his index finger and thumb.

Ember watched with wide eyes as the man tugged his scarred bottom lip outward, squeezing it together as he toyed with the skin. His gaze still lay glued on her, hardly blinking as he merely studied her.

"What?" She blushed.

"You loo-k stunning." Joker observed, his lip snapping back into place as he smacked them together.

Those damn ticks of his.

"Thanks, Joker." The woman smiled, her fingers tugging at the hem of the tablecloth as the instrumental music in the background sent shivers down her spine.

"Jackson." He breathed, retrieving a bottle of wine from the island counter as he lifted from his seat, filling both of their glasses with an even amount.

"Jackson." Ember lowly repeated, the name slipping blissfully off of her lips as she reveled in the sound of it.

Her Jackson.

Who the fuck was this man, and what had he done with the Joker?

"So, uh, what are we eating, Jok–Jackson?" Ember stuttered, shifting uncomfortably in her chair as the clown raised an eyebrow.

"D'you-uh, like fettuccine alfredo?" He wondered, his scars broading when the word "like" tumbled from his lips.

"You can cook?" Ember raised a brow.

"My Mom taught me qui-te a few things, Princess." Joker winked, rising from his chair once more as he slunk towards the kitchen. He returned moments later, a pot full of noodles in his hands.

"Damn. That smells really good." Ember complimented, her tongue darting outward to lick her lips when he scooped a spoonful of cheesy noodles onto her decorative plate.

"Wha-t can I say?" Joker gloated, piling noodles onto his plate before returning the pot to the stove. "I'm a man of many talents."

Ember's fingers laced delicately around the base of the wine glass, bringing the liquid to her lips as she slowly swallowed.

"Wow," She gulped, lowering the glass once again as Joker took his seat. "That wine is amazing."

"One-hundred dollars, baby." He winked, taking the fork between his fingers as he began to twirl noodles around the metal.

"You shouldn't have—"

"Anything for you, toots." He calmly interrupted, slurping several noodles between his lips as Ember merely chuckled.

Her stomach swam with the soothing tone of the piano in the background as she slowly forked noodles into her mouth. Although the meal was very, very good, Ember food herself slowly losing her appetite. Typically, when she became anxious, her mild eating disorder would spike up and she'd immediately lose any desire to eat.

"Don't like it?" He calmly wondered, his knee bouncing in and out of view of the table as he, too, became rather anxious around her.

What was wrong with him?

"No, it's lovely. This is totally going to sound pitiful, but around my eighteenth birthday, I sort of developed a bit of a food aversion." She explained, her cheeks growing hot in embarrassment.

A sympathetic expression captivated Joker's features as he placed his fork neatly onto the table.

"You-uh, have an eating dis-order?"

Ember merely nodded, her appetite dissipating entirely as she slowly placed the fork onto the table, mirroring Joker's actions.

"It's okay," He cooed, his arm darting outward, weaving between the lit candlesticks as his hand captured hers. "You don't have to ea-t."

"It tastes amazing. I really do love it."

His thumb slowly traced her palm, a shaking breath emerging from her lips as her questioning gaze met his.

"What happened to you, Jackson?"

"What happened to you, hmm?" He countered, raising a brow as he took a long sip from his wine glass.

"What do you mean? I'm exactly the same." Ember pressed, but Joker only chuckled in response.

"No you're not. Time has changed us both."

"Is the story you told me about your scars true?" Ember squeaked, the visuals of a teenage Jackson, the Jackson she knew, being mutilated made her rather ill.

"Yes." He bluntly stated, staring deeply into her orbs as a sense of warmth overcame him. She truly made him sane, and it was both a good thing and a bad thing. He craved insanity, he craved death and destruction and above all, he craved blood. But in addition, he also craved her.

"You thought the baby was yours?" She whispered, a strange sense of jealousy overcoming her at the idea of him being with anyone other than her. Not that she could be jealous anyways, considering she was married to Noah.

"Yes."

He did not elaborate.

Ember decided not to ask any further questions, even though she was nosy as hell and desired to know every single aspect of his life. However, she had a strong sense that both the woman and her child were dead, most likely by his own hand.

After several wordless minutes, the only sound was that of Oscar's enchanting piano keys, Ember finally spoke up once again.

"How many girls have you been with?"

At this, Joker heartily grinned, his index finger brushing against his lips as he furrowed his brows.

"Interesting question, doll." He teased.

"Just answer the question, Jackson." She urged, crossing and uncrossing her legs several times in discomfort.

"How-uh, old are we, toots?"

"Thirty." She breathed.

Joker leaned backwards in his chair, thrusting his hand into the air in response.

Ember practically whined at his answer, her expression drooping as she avoided his suspicious gaze.

"Before or after your, uh, disfigurement?"

"Two before, yourself includ-ed." He calmly explained, bouncing his leg irritably. "Wha-t can I say? Chicks dig the scars."

A snort resonated through Ember's nostrils, her nose twinging slightly in pain as Joker's lips curled into an identical grin.

"Five, yourself included." She said.

"Girls?" Joker teased, his left foot accidentally brushing against Ember's underneath the table. Her heart fluttered at the innocent gesture as a sincere laugh tumbled from her lips.

"No. Boys only."

"Y'know," Joker began, hunching over the table. His elbows caught onto the cloth, wrinkling it slightly as it bunched up beside his plate. "I can't believe you trust me."

"Why is that so hard to believe?" Ember breathed.

"Be-cause," Joker sighed, his gaze settling upon a sharp steak knife as the woman shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "I could kill you so easily. You wouldn't even put up a fight."

"But you won't." She pressed.

Joker raised an eyebrow, that damn pink tongue caressing his lip as Ember's mouth went dry.

"What are you afraid of, Jackson?" Ember added, copying his stance as her bare elbows met the table. The man stilled under her sudden touch as her palms met his.

"Noth-ing." He spat, his scars broadening.

Ember openly scoffed, tearing her hands from his as she merely rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, Jackson. Tell me your fears. You can be open with me. I'm your Ember, remember?"

Joker's breath hitched in his chest, his eyes trailing downwards towards the familiar silver chain around her neck.

"Fear creates weakness."

"It's okay to have a weakness." Ember argued.

"Oh?" Joker challenged.
"And wha-t is yours, toots?"

"You."

The air immediately stilled. The only sound present was that of Oscar Peterson's melodic piano in the background.

"I wish you would be more open with me." She finally spoke, a look of immense hurt flickering over her features as Joker tugged his elbows from the table.

"I'm-uh, not one to easily open up, doll."

The duo shared several additional awkward minutes, filled with an uneasy silence as Ember shuffled backwards in her seat.

"Uh, thanks for dinner. It was lovely."

Joker watched as she rose from her chair, twisting slowly on her heel to exit the room as he abruptly stood. His left knee caught the table, the plates clinking loudly together against the surface as he scrambled to meet her.

"Em," He stammered, his voice becoming uneasy and short as he breathlessly met her side. "This is-uh, not how I intended tonight to go."

Ember glared quizzically at the man, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as his chest practically heaved.

"Alright? How did you want it to go then?"

Joker toyed with his left suspender, his breaths becoming jagged as his scars twitched slightly. He knew quite well how he intended tonight to go, but he was somewhat fearful that Ember would not be particularly fond of the idea...

"Jack—"

Ember's back abruptly met the wall, an all-too-familiar scenario as her skull slightly collided with the drywall. Several stars littered her vision as an urgent pair of lips met hers, gentle hands darting upwards to cup her face.

Joker pried her stubborn lips open with ease, his frame towering over hers as he flattened himself against her. She was so tiny, and she molded perfectly into him. It was as if they were made for each other.

"You-uh, talk too much." He lowly spoke, the words vibrating against her lips as her head spun.

"And yet, you're the one talking when we should be kissing." Ember snidely countered.

Joker's scars tugged upwards into a hearty grin, his eyes squinting from smiling so large as his open mouth reattached to hers.

The pair exchanged satisfied sighs, breathlessly swallowing each others soft moans as Joker's grip tightened on her cheeks. His right thumb steadied on her jaw, tugging the skin downwards as he pried her mouth open. Ember obliged, lips parting further as his tongue met hers in one solid motion.

Ember's fingers traveled up his neck, coming into contact with the firm bun at the nape of it as she grunted in dissastifaction.

"Hmm?" Joker hummed in confusion, his inquiry immediately answered when the womans fingers curled around the rubber band in his hair.

Ember tugged diligently at the rubber, snapping it cleanly in half as his slicked curls fell free. The snapped band tumbled from her grasp, toppling to the tile floor as his viridescent ringlets instantly framed his face.

A low groan emerged from his bare swollen lips at the sudden sensation of Ember's hands in his hair.

The woman toyed with the loose strands, twisting and turning them between her fingers as she teasingly tugged.

Joker tore his lips from hers, burying his nose into the crook of her neck as she tugged harder.

Ember let out a surprised squeak when the mans teeth unexpectedly clamped down on the flesh of her neck.

"You-uh, want to play games, toots?" The clown growled, his deep voice vibrating against her skin as she merely shivered in response.

"I'm not one for teasing." She murmured, taking a single suspender between her fingers before prying it from his torso.

"Nor am I."

Joker's hands hooked underneath the frail womans knees, tugging her legs upwards with ease as she let out an enthusiastic giggle.

"Someone's eager." She teased, pressing sporatic kisses to his jaw as her back suddenly left the wall.

"You have no idea." Joker grumbled as Ember locked her lanky legs behind his back.

The woman continued to giggle as Joker shuffled towards the circular table once more, swiftly removing the lit candlesticks as he discarded them on the kitchen island. She clung to him like a leech, arms wrapped firmly around his neck as his forearm came into contact with the contents of the table, swiping them quickly to the side as the glass shattered against the floor.

Ember let out a yelp at the noise, her eyes widening at the mess of food and wine on the tile as Joker dropped her onto the surface.

Her coffee-colored orbs trailed the mans figure as he detached himself from her. Joker's green curls were thrown astray, messily framing his makeup-free face as he intently sucked on his bottom lip.

Ember brought her elbows upwards on the table, balancing herself so that she could get a better view at the man who began to undress between her legs.

Joker tugged at his suspenders, sliding them down his arms with ease as they lay lax against his legs. His gaze never once left hers, hardly blinking as his fingers ripped at the buttons on his shirt, popping them open as he unveiled that toned chest of his.

She profusively giggled at the sight, both amused and equally turned on at his eagerness as the very last button on his dress shirt came undone.

Just as Joker was about to slide the material down his arms, Ember reached outward, claiming the silk between her fingers as she immediately tugged it back up his shoulders.

"Keep it on."

Joker raised a brow questioningly before immediately resuming his actions.
His fingers trailed downwards, claiming the button on his slacks as he yanked it open.

Ember shuffled against the rickety table, hooking her index fingers around the lace of her panties as she tugged them down her legs. Just as she as about to tear the sundress from her torso, Joker's hands met hers.

"Keep it on."

Joker dipped downward, capturing Ember's lips with his as he shrugged out of his slacks. His paint-stained fingers hooked around the flesh of her legs, tugging her further towards him as she let out a shriek.

That sound alone was enough to send him into an absolute frenzy.

He trailed sloppy kisses along her jaw, dipping into her neck as she squirmed beneath him.

"Fucking squirmer." He stated, removing his hand from her leg to free himself from his boxers.

A vehement groan tumbled from Ember's lips at the sudden contact between her legs. Joker sucked diligently at her neck, leaving behind violent purple bruises as his fingers brushed against her burning core.

It was as if it were the very first time he'd touched her. The feeling back then was indescribable, and even more so now. The moment he laid a single finger on her most delicate spot, her senses immediately came alive as she practically convulsed beneath him at the initial touch.

"Fuck, Em." Joker throatily groaned against her neck, his pointer finger curling upwards as he began his gentle assault between her legs. "You're fucking dripping."

"I-It's been awhile." She sheepishly admitted, her eyes screwing shut in ecstacy as Joker continued his agonizingly slow assault against her.

"For me too."

Ember let out an additional low groan when his tongue suddenly met hers once again. The glorious feeling of his wondrous fingers left her burning core, a whine of annoyance tumbling from her lips as he silenced her with his.

"So impatient." Joker lowly scolded, cupping her jaw with one hand as his opposite gripped tightly onto her hip. Ember's periwinkle dress bunched at her hips, half of her ass dangling off of the table as Joker held her upright.

Just as the woman opened her mouth to speak, an audible gasp escaped her lips in the place of words as Joker bucked his hips, entering her in one fluid motion.

Several things happened at once.

Ember, for one, had forgotten how to breathe entirely. The air cleanly escaped her lungs as her hand knotted tightly into Joker's hair, the opposite clawing at the tablecloth as her back arched in immediate pleasure.

Joker, on the other hand, had squeezed his eyelids shut tightly, avoiding Ember's erotic expression in hopes that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't fucking come after two thrusts.

After all, it had been nearly a year since he'd done anything at all with a woman.

His nose brushed against hers, eyes still screwed shut in angst as Ember practically crumbled beneath him. Although she preferred that he just get to it, it had been awhile since she'd had sex, and she rather appreciated this time for her to adjust to him.

Joker's hand traveled from Ember's hip to her thigh, his palm cupping the underneath of the skin as began to rock his hips gently against hers.

A chorus of moans erupted from each individual, blending together to create a delightful tune over the piano that still played in the background.

Ever since their first (well, second first) kiss, Ember had imagined how this scene would play out. Fucking on a dining room table in the candlelight accompanied by Oscar Peterson's music definitely didn't cross her thoughts.

Not that she was complaining.

Ember's hold tightened on his hair, twisting the knotted ringlets between her fingers as deep groans resonated through the mans chest.

Joker's fingers dug into the skin of her leg as he struggled to contain himself. His thrusts were already growing sloppy, his chest heaving as Ember let out an array of undeniably sexy moans beneath him.

"God, it feels so good." Ember whined, her fingers lacing around the fabric of his shirt as she balled her hands into fists.

"F-Fuck." Joker groaned, straightening his posture as his lips finally left Ember's neck.

She practically drooled at the sight of him. His head lulled backwards, scarred lips parted in euphoria as a slight blush crept onto his cheeks. That damn adams apple bobbed up and down in his throat, accompanied by throaty groans as his palms claimed her hips, gripping firmly onto the flesh as he used them for better leverage.

His eyes twisted tightly shut, brows furrowed together as Ember quickly remenisced on that time she'd accidentally walked in on him. He had the exact same stance that day, his damn neck laying limp as he inched closer and closer to his high.

Ember let out a small yelp when his thumb suddenly came into contact with the spot where they lay connected, a plethora of passion overcoming her as she began to see stars.

"I'm gonna—" She stammered, but was interrupted by a long, deep groan from him.

The duo came undone simultaneously, the woman writhing in ecstacy against the wooden table as she arched her back in pleasure, a sudden warmth filling her as Joker let out a gasp.

"Damn, baby." He huskily groaned, pulling out of her swiftly as he peppered open-mouthed kisses along Ember's trembling jaw.

"We're going to be happy." She breathed.

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A/N: Well, there ya have it. Joker and Ember finally banged!

QOTD: What is your favorite part of the story thus far?

Please keep Florida in your thoughts this weekend as they prepare for impact from Hurricane Irma. Florida is my home, my life, and my world, and I am absolutely petrified of what this storm will bring. My family, my friends, my everything is in that damn state, and here I am, all the way on the other coast, absolutely worried sick. We can only hope that the storm will weaken before landfall.

On a lighter note, I felt like Mrs. Perky while writing the smut scene and I honestly can't stop laughing. She is my spirit animal

Until next time. Big things are coming. x