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#frustration

❝Finally❞

There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

How to Play:
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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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[She could almost feel sorry for the girls who waited around for a guy to send them flowers or hold a door open for them. Who needed old-fashioned chivalry when you had a fella who'd break into a high security facility to drag you out of the rotting stinkhole you'd been tossed into?

Those were Harley's thoughts as she saw that silver-laced grin after the dust started to clear.]

Puddin'! I knew you'd come for me.

I told you I'd do anything for ya, honey.

[Feeling her weight against him and her arms wrap around him despite the heavy armor he wore, was an overwhelming relief. He finally had her in his arms again.]

Let's go home. [He hated that he had to release her, but they didn't have much time. He'd brought a small army to break in, but there would be one waiting on the other side once the higher-ups got wind that he was there.]

[Glancing down at her book and espresso, he almost told her to grab her things, but there wasn't much to grab.]

[Screw the book and espresso. She had what she wanted most. She'd been putting on a brave face, smiling on the outside while those clown tears rolled all over her insides, thinking she'd lost that one crazy spark in her life that made it worth living. She'd changed tactics, deciding that she wasn't going down without taking every one of those uniform wearing mooks with her when she went out in a blaze of glory, screaming his name when they took her down.

But, looks like that martyrdom would have to wait, because she had things to do. Like grabbing the guns off the guy standing behind her jester in flak armor and making sure the mags were full before she propped it up on her shoulder, shooting him a wink.]

Let's. I wanna change into something a little more comfortable. Orange just ain't my color.

Naw- but that little number you had on last time I saw you- you'll have to wear that again for me some time.

[Yes, even after being shot down out of the sky and once again escaping death, he clearly remembered those hotpants of hers. The sort of image that got him through this long period of planning her rescue.]

[Grabbing the guard's helmet, he put it on her head, not caring how it looked with those rags she wore now. They weren't performing this damn heist for her to get her head shot off.]

Now let's go- [He would turn, expecting her to be on his heels and not need the hand holding as he began to retreat towards the massive hole just blown through the concrete wall.]

[Please. If anything, Harley was the one stepping to the side of their little entourage, getting off a couple shots of her own to hear the satisfying thwack of metal entering flesh. Bastards deserved it. She laughed, shooting out one of the security panels.]

Security code invalid, dicks!

[She almost skipped her way over to the hole blown through the wall, one eye always on that gravitational star in her world.]

Come on, puddin'. I got an itch I need to scratch.

[He released a loud, cackling laugh just watching her get hers as she shot out those panels. They might release other inmates in the process; neither cared. Seeing her happiness and excitement thrilled him. He was feeling warmth again in his chest being close to her, being with someone so beautifully like-minded.]

[He led the way for them, although his men moved ahead to prevent any large surprises.]

Ooooh, I got a few myself, my dear-

I bet you do. They kept me all locked up and alone in here, baby. Wouldn't even let me play with anyone.

[A facility guard played hero, sliding on his knees around a corner and aiming a few shots their way. Harley remembered that one-- the whiny little prick that was too chickenshit to get near her, but laughed whenever she got zapped by those damn bars. A bullet left her gun and found a home squarely between his eyes. Oops. Not so funny now, was it?]

Hope you kept the car running.

So they got you real pent up then- [His grin was wide, eyes excited; oh, he'd have plans for her.] Just how I like ya.

Well, now- [He turned the corner to a heavily armed SWAT team of soldiers. Rather than fire at their shields he switched his gun to shoot a grenade over their little barrier, causing them to panic before even getting in a shot. Too bad they were so confined in that tight prison hallway.] You got me ta play with.

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[The helmet hid the cheek-splitting grin she wore, but he had to hear it in her voice.]

Not yet I don't. Let's blow this joint and go pick up where we left off. The last date night was just getting to the good part.

[She felt the explosion from the grenade as it echoed down the hall, kicking what looked like a dismembered finger back over to the pile of screaming guards.]

You dropped that.

Oh, we will. [Literally blow that joint up. The amount of damage they would leave behind would release enough inmates - a good deed done for criminals that could be considered indebted to the Joker now. It was just a pleasant side effect of getting his baby back.]

[The armored van was waiting for them, back opened wide for the two to easily climb in. Firing a few shots out at any incoming guards, he banged on the metal separating them from the driver, indicating for them to go.]

[With the doors shut he could take hold of his other half, pulling her onto his lap. From then on there wouldn't be a moment they weren't going to be attached at the hip. His heavily gloved hands went to hold her face before he planted a deep kiss on her pink lips.]

[She'd already been pulling off the cumbersome helmet when they stepped in, giving a little yip of pleasure when she was pulled into his lap. Her arms were around him, trusting him to keep them mostly stable as the van rocketed away from the still scrambling facility.]

Missed you.

[Said with a bite against his lower lip, her fingers winding into his hair to hold on and tug, like she had to make sure this was real and not one of those elaborate fantasies she'd made up to keep herself from going... well, too late for that. But still.]

Didja? [He smiled, that bite stirring something beneath where she sat.] I missed ya too, baby. You're gonna see just how much when I get you home to that bear skin rug I got waiting for ya.

[They weren't alone in the van, but he didn't care, never had, and with a tug of those gloves, his pale hands were exposed and attracted to her thigh and waist like magnets. He kept his face close to hers, eyes meeting hers and flickering down to her lips, wanting to stay attached and kiss her endlessly.]

Mmmm- We're not leaving the house for a week.

[They played a dangerous little game, the pair of them. They both would flirt with others, or play the flirting game, but that's all it was. A game. They knew that there was only one jagged half that fit their shattered self so perfectly, pricks and all. Just like with that idiot at the club. He'd play at giving her to him, she'd play at being given, but it was just a game that predators played with dumber, slower prey.

They were like two pit vipers -- they certainly resembled that now, what with her twisting around in his lap to try to get both legs around him, eyes never leaving his face, like he'd disappear if she blinked.]

You got me a bear skin rug? Aww, puddin'. I didn't get you nothing.

[He had stayed loyal to his love the entire time she was gone. Not a day went by without her invading his thoughts; she had been all that had mattered. Still, even if she had been able to play with one of those guards or inmates, just for fun and her own pleasure, he wouldn't be mad at her for it. Rather, he'd be far more angry at anyone who would think they could deny her what she wanted.]

[Of course, he also knew why no one would play with his dangerous little minx in her cage.]

I bet...you'll think of something to give me... [His eyes grew smaller when his grin became wide again. His own hands wouldn't leave her, not after losing her to that fall from the helicopter. They had quite a trek off of the remote location, but just watching her with his eagerness to reach home would pass the time rapidly.]

[So maybe her idea of 'playing' involved a little blood and guts when it wasn't with her puddin'? So what? Not her fault they couldn't handle her.

Her fingers crept in a walking motion up the vest, finding the tabs to tug at to get it to release. She wanted hands on skin, wanted to see dark ink on pale skin, tugging at it as she let her teeth drag down to nip at his jaw.]

Give, take, it's all the same. I was hoping to get you a bat skin rug, but that'll have to wait until Christmas.

[Their audience, for lack of a better word to describe the other cronies he'd gotten to come bust her out, became nothing but black blobs in her mind. Non-entities when she had her Mr. J here. For real.]

Glad you didn't get dead, baby.

You know I'll live forever, doll face. [A mentality that he truly had and could back up with two flawless escapes from death.]

[There was certainly a new fire of hatred ablaze for the Batman seeing that he was the reason Harley had been taken from him in the first place. Granted, he also blamed Harley herself for not being quicker at escaping that car, but he had also been at this lifestyle for far longer than his lover had.]

[He'd never stop her mouth from being on him and his own stray hand had found its way to the worn out waistband of her thin pants and slipped easily down those prison issues panties, the tips of his fingers touching her sweet spot. His other hand found itself holding the back of her neck while pressing down to keep her heavy on his lap.]

Ooooh- you're going to get daddy really excited, baby- [He purred the words as his head tilted back for her mouth, his breathing growing heavy.] He's gone too long without you.

[Hey, what could she do? She couldn't swim. Not that she held that against him. He did what he did and she'd gone along for the ride. She knew full well what kind of guy she'd shacked up with, and she didn't regret a damn moment of it.

She felt his fingers like little sparks over her skin, arching with a purr at the touch and laughing against his ear before she bit the lobe.]

Is that what's poking me in the butt? And here I thought it was just another gun.

[A shiver sparked down his spine when she bit his earlobe, releasing a loud exhale from his red lips. She knew his sweet spots and a lesser man wouldn't handle half as well as he did. Hell, that was why watching her play with men was so entertaining and arousing to watch.]

It hasn't been so long that you've forgotten that I don't have many guns that size. [He laughed with his comments, not giving two fucks if he was actually well endowed or not, he was far more entertained going along with her jokes. A man like him didn't need to impress anyone, especially not the woman who'd followed him out of Arkham.]

[Pulling back, he looked at her, his face close to hers as he spoke with a tilted, curious head.]

Do you need ta get your pretty little mouth around it to remember?

[She thought about that, about the weight and taste of him on her tongue, and she squealed a little and squirmed against him, both hands gripping his hair and pulling his head back so she could bite her way down that long, exposed throat.]

Such a romantic. Offering me the first taste and everythin'. And people say you ain't got no class.

Ooooh- baby- [ The words rolled off of his tongue when he felt her mouth on his neck, exhaling a groan as he felt himself fully harden.]

[His own hand down her pants began to massage her before two fingers slid deeper and teasingly stroked her slit, feeling if she was wet. With her angle on his lap, it was difficult to do much, but he didn't want her moving.]

Ah! [His eyes suddenly went wide with the word "romantic".] I knew I forgot something! The flowers! [He growled, this time an irritation with himself.] I'm sorry, doll.

[She was moving against him just as much as he was trying to find his way into her, feeling the touch of fingers that hadn't touched her for far too long. As to her being wet, hell, she'd all but started the moment she'd seen him in her cell. Her Puddin' come to rescue her was the hottest thing she'd ever seen, whether it was in a jacked chopper or through a blown open wall. He was hers and that was all the foreplay she needed.

She squirmed a little, one of her hands leaving his hair and moving down to tug at his pants.]

We'll drive by a store and snag a bouquet later. I don't need no flowers when I got you, Puddin'.

[Feeling the hot wetness between her legs only made him crave her taste. Dipping his fingers inside of her, he coated them with her arousal before putting them away, teasing her while also fulfilling his own urges by bringing those fingers to his red lips. A taste he had been aching for.]

[He had heavy layers on, but he was more than eager to get out of them the moment she began to tug. No one was going to stop her if she wanted to take it right there.]

Oh, you're a sweetheart. [He wet his fingers completely then, with anticipation to penetrate her, but then waited to see what she was going to do for him first.]

No, you are.

[She watched him taste her, slipping those fingers between his lips and she let out a soft little keen of need.]

Baby, you got me all tangled up inside. I don't know what I want first.

[She kept tugging at his pants, though. Pants, vest, shirt, anything that was between her and him. Her tongue came out to lick at his lips, tasting herself on them as she let out a shuddering sigh.]

Feeling kinda greedy. I want it all.

You can have it all, darling. I'll spoil you... [He leaned in then to kiss the black inked letters along her jaw before reading the word.] Rotten. [Whispered words with a long drawn out lick as his dragged his tongue along that slender jawline, ending at her ear.]

[He was more than pent up himself and all of this teasing was pushing his very shallow amount of self-control. He inhaled deeply before exhaling words as his mouth twitched with anticipation.] First...I want ta pin you ta that rug and make my baby scream as she takes it.

The Joker | Suicide Squad | M/F

Finally Free?

Feels perfect for them! :D

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