Chapter 20 | Sweet

A week has gone by and it had only felt like a fast day, because I had been having that much fun. My Puddin' had arranged dates almost everyday in the club, in the town's restaurant where they ate in silence after killing all those people inside. It was marvellous and word was going around about the Joker's partner, who still remains unknown.

It had been a fun week, filled with smiles and laughters, their own way of having fun and it was even better when they killed people in funny ways. I loved seeing him laugh. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever listened too and I felt like that sound alone was enough for her to die a happy woman.

Yesterday, I had wanted to take the pink lambourghini that he owned, which stayed untouch in the basement. He had hesitated at first but after a kiss and a promise of a fun night, he had agreed. It was just too easy to make him agree now.

Tolerance.

He would try to seduce me, to make me give in, during one of our lust-filled moods, in the club but it would take him atleast ten minutes or more to make me finally snap. Besides, I loved it when he teases me. It was just another form of saying that he cares about me. But, on the contrary, just one touch from me and he would snap, like a young twig.

And, I felt proud of the fact that only I have that power over him and no one else.

The days were filled with laughter and fun while the nights were filled burning passion and desire. It was intoxicating, just the way I would always want.

"Tell me a joke." I said softly, my head on his warm pale chest that heaved up and down slowly in a relaxing manner as I wrote his name on his abdomen repeatedly, loving the feeling of his skin contract under my touch.

Black sheets were wrapped around our naked bodies as we laid in bed, refusing to get up and start the day. The touch of his rough hands sliding unconsciously up and down my back made me smile.

"Mm..." He purred, his chest rumbled beneath me and I bit my lip, loving the feel of it. "I would tell you a joke about my dick but... it is tooooo long."

I chuckled, looking up to meet his mesmerising cerulean eyes that always seemed to entrap me in it. My breath caught when I realised that he was already smiling down at me. I pushed myself up, reaching for his lips and gave it a peck, knowing very well that my hair was bird's nest and my make up was probably smudged all over my face.

I traced my fingers on the mark of my lipstick on his neck and giggled silently. I pushed a strand of my platinum blonde hair behind my ear, trying to look a little better and the movement did not go unnoticed by him.

Immediately, his hand reached my hair and he ruffled it, his hand pulling my hair from behind my hair and once my face turned into a frown, he stopped and traced his finger down my hair.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I love it when your hair is ruffled and when your make-up is all smudged, because it reminds me that I did that, and only I... could do that." His voice was low and stern, calm and assuring.

"Ya are so sweet Puddin'." I squealed, almost bouncing up and down on the bed. His fingers which were lingering in my hair, pulled my hair all of a sudden, and his other hand shot up, pulling another side of my hair, and I realised what he was doing.

He was using his hands to create two makeshift ponytails on either side of my head. "I loved this look on ya that day." He said, reminding me of the night that he had came to pick me up from Ivy's place.

Suddenly, something popped in my mind. "Harlequin."

"Mm?" He questioned lazily, his sleepy, deeper morning voice sending a shiver down my spine, my thoughts going haywire, filling me with dirty thoughts but I pushed them away.

"The Clown's assistant. Harlequin. Work with my name and ya ge-"

"Harley Quinn."

"Ya."

His eyes remained calm, looking at me with a new found admiration, his fingers pausing his movement on my back and I pouted. Seeing my pout, a sly smile tugged at his lips, and he smiled, a grin which showed his silver teeth, making me unconsciously grin as well.

"Harley Quinn, The Queen Of Gotham City." He widened his arms, vellowing and I chuckled, as I moved on top of him, our naked bodies pressing more together and he growled, followed by a sexy deep moan that built a familiar tension in my lower abdomen.

I circled my arms around his neck, resting my forehead on his and he laid his hands on my hips, squeezing them lightly. My lips brushed over his lightly and I felt him shudder. "My king."

"My Sexy Queen..." He didn't miss a beat.

"You must be lucky to have me because I'm the most sexiest woman on the planet." I licked my tongue on his bottom lip, painfully slow and I could feel his hand on my hips tighten as he growled.

"And you must be lucky to have me because I'm the most hottest man on the planet."

"Lucky me." I said, giving him a long kiss, savoring each moment of it as I felt him smiling against my lips, his hand going lower and he cupped my right buttcheek, squeezing it hard, making me gasp, and with a swift move, he rolled me over and I was under him again, my body quivering with uncontrollable desire for him.

I pulled away teasingly, earning a low growl from him. "Are ya sure ya're hot?" I asked playfully, a smug smile dancing on lips.

"Oh babe." He purred. "I'm so hot I make the devil sweat."

Wink.

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