36 | fright

(n) a sudden intense feeling of fear

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                    Last night, after making out in the rain, I hopped in his purple lamborghini. It was such an awesome car. The whole ride, we were silent, I was enjoying the rain outside and he was driving, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and I could feel his stare on some times, and I would hide behind my hair, adjusting myself.

It was a long drive, and when I woke up, I was back in the room, the white room and I was staring at the white ceiling, smiling goofily at the events of last night. I touched my lips unconsciously, as if I could still feel his warmth. It was euphoric.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I felt the sudden urge to see him again. So, I hopped out of my bed, rushed to the white bathroom and washed my face. There was a new toothbrush in it and I grabbed it, brushing my teeth clean.

My pants were gone again and I was wearing a red shirt this time.

I smiled to myself, feeling a blush on my cheeks.

After I looked somewhat presentable, I took off my glasses and placed them gently on the bed-side table and walked out. There was a guard, standing with a gun at the end of the hallway. I shrugged and walked towards him.

"Do you know where is your boss at?" I asked, stopping right infront of him and placed my hands on my hips. The guard's eyes narrowed at me and he raised his eyebrows.

"That room." He pointed towards a door on the right and I thanked him and made my way towards the room.

Turning the knob, I twisted open the door and froze at the sight infront of me. The room was mess. It looked like an office room. There were papers and pens scattered everywhere. Newspaper articles, knives and even some tennis balls were scattered, filling the whole floor of the room.

I looked up to see Joker hunched over, shirtless, his back facing me. He was wearing black jeans. He was facing the french window, which showed the beautiful view of a sea.

Gotham has a sea?

Are we even in Gotham?

He was staring intently out the window, and I closed the door slowly behind me, without making a sound. I walked towards him, and once I reached behind him, I bet down and placed my hands on his shoulders. His body tensed.

"Goodmorning." I whispered in his ear.

For a second or two, he didn't respond, but then abruptly stood up from his sitting position and turned around to look at me.

He looked angry.

What's wrong now?

In a flash of a second, he grabbed a gun lying on the floor, and held it to my forehead. I froze.

"Oh." He growled. "I am going to kill you. I am going to shoot you. I am going to kill you. I am going to kill you. I am going to shoot you..." He muttered under his breath repeatedly, his body trembling with anger and I remained calm.

He is still in a dilemma. He is still having a inner battle. He still can't get over the fact that I affect him. He still can't accept those foreign feelings in his heart. He needs time. So, I pursed my lips and waited.

"You get to choose. Where do you want me to shoot you?" He asked, giving me a wide grin, still holding the tip of the gun to my forehead.

Without hesitation, I held the gun and guided it to my heart, placing the gun over it. "It beats for you. Shoot it." I said.

His smile gradually dropped and he started breathing heavily.

He growled loudly, an animalistic growl that sent tingles all over my body at the sound of it. It was a rumbling growl, for a second I thought he was an animal. He threw the gun away in such a fierce force that it hit the glass window and it broke into smithereens. I could see a vein popping in his neck. I watched as the whites in his eyes turned a pure black.

"What happened to you? Last night you we--"

"Last night!" He yelled. "...was a mistake I will never make a again." He said, his voice low and erotic.

I gulped down the tears forming in my eyes at his words. It hurt so much but I was not intent on showing it to him.

"You break my heart over and over again." I said, my voice cracking at the end. "But I still love you with all the broken pieces." I lifted my hand, reaching for his cheek but he moved away and it literally tore my heart.

Obstacles are put in your way to help you determine if what you want is really worth fighting for.

I want him. And, I am fighting for him no matter how hard it is going to be.

He stalked towards me and I walked backwards, trying to get myself away from him. My heart hammered against my chest, but I never moved my gaze away from his. Fires of fury were smoldering in the small narrowed blue eyes of his.

A sudden feeling of anger washed over me. What did I do wrong that he just can't accept me?

"You like me. I affect you. You could have shot me when you had the chance just now, but you didn't." I said, breathing heavily as my back touched the wall behind me.

"Just accept it. I promise I will never leave you." I said, whispering now, staring at the dark eyes of his.

"I promise I will never betray you if that is what you are so afraid of. I will never hurt you." I almost yelled, trying desperately to get an answer from him. Frustration flowed through me.

This stubborn piece of green shit!

"I love you. I'm in love with you. Stop being such a stubborn assh--"

He banged his fist on the wall hard behind me and growled. I flinched, closing my eyes. I opened my eyes to see him still breathing heavily, his hands resting on either sides of me, cornering me.

"Shut up!" He yelled infront my face and I closed my eyes, and inhaled a sharp breath before continuing.

"No! I'm not going to stop! You like me! You like me! You lik--"

His lips slammed mine shut and my words became muffled.

Anger flooded through me. He pushed me roughly against the wall and I placed my hands over his chest to push him away but he was too strong. I repeatedly beated my hands on his chest to push him away but his hands reached my hands and he pulled them on top of my head, holding them there.

Pushing himself against my body, I bit his lower lip hard and I could feel blood from it, he pulled away for a brief second to glare at me.

"Stop trying to shut me up! You have feelings for me and you just can't accept it. You are a scaredy-cat! Scaredy-cat! Scar--"

His lips were over mine again in a rough kiss and my words were muffled once again. His hands slowly slide over my thighs, driving me crazy and he pulled them, forcing me to jump up and I had to or I would fall down.

My legs circled around his waist and he pushed me roughly against the wall. I could feel all the anger in that kiss. It was hard. It was nothing like what we shared last night.

Soon after a few more minutes, I felt myself drowning in the pleasure of the kiss and I felt myself loosen. He pressed himself onto me once again and I inhaled a sharp breath. I closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wants. I'm at his mercy, melting in his hands.

I try to move my hands again when I could feel his hold on me loosen, wanting to touch his body but with a strong motion he wildly throws my wrists up and against the wall.

His lips explore my mouth slowly, feeling every bump, every smooth plump wet surface. He's kissing me so perfectly, I ache for more.

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Hola!

I can't stand the sexual tension between them anymore!

Ahhhhhh!!

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