An Unhealthy Obsession

A/N - Dunna dunna dunna dunna JOKACHEL SMEX! Miss Dawes is gonna get DOWN with the CLOWN! BWUAHAHAHAAA Good GRIEF, this has got to be the shortest time it's ever taken me to write a love scene, but that's probably because you guys are SO amazing and always give me such inspiration. :)

CH 10: Giving In

A crash of thunder sounded from outside Rachel's apartment window, but she paid it little mind as she continued to gaze up into the Joker's smoldering eyes. They were both considerably darkened by lust, and the way he drank in her curves as he stroked her with his knife made her shiver. How could she be so hopelessly repulsed and attracted to this man at the same time? It just didn't make any sense!

As another exceptionally loud burst of thunder crashed overhead, the Joker suddenly leaned in toward her face before purring, "Have I made you wet, Miss Dawes? Do you want me inside you?"

Swallowing, Rachel opted to shake her head 'no', but suddenly found that she could no longer move, her shallow breathing turning into soft pants as the Joker ran his hand longingly up her bare thigh.

"What's the matter, clown got your tongue?" he gibed. "Normally you're so feisty, but now it's almost as if you don't want me..." Removing his hand from the hem of Rachel's skirt, he grinned when she gave a whine of protest and seized him by the wrist. "You're right" he agreed, "we shouldn't be doing things this way...give me your belt."

"W-what?"

"Just do it!"

Fearfully obliging, Rachel removed the belt from her skirt and watched on as the Joker began to bind her ankle to one of the bed posts, her eyes widening as he then took off his own belt and proceeded to tie her to the other post.

When the task was complete, the Joker gave a whoop of a laugh before hopping back onto the bed and straddling Rachel's waist, his knife twirling in between his fingers as he decided, "Y'know, I'm really beginning to grow tired of this whole clothes thing...I think the Garden of Eden look would suit you much better."

Feeling her cheeks grow hot, Rachel moved to argue when he suddenly took his blade and tore her blouse completely asunder. Positively livid, she grabbed him by the shoulders and hissed, "You ruined my favorite bra and blouse, you moron!"

The Joker giggled. "Not from where I'm standing, I didn't; if anything, it's an improvement."

Before Rachel could strike him for his impertinence, the Joker gave a growl and licked at her quivering lips, his tongue plundering her mouth as she moaned into their heated kiss and arched her back. Feeling her hardened nipples brush against his chest, the Joker lewdly panted like a dog and nipped at her svelte bosoms.

Although Rachel normally would've been appalled by this sort of behavior, the delicious sensation of his solid form atop her own made her melt against her pillow. Fisting his hair in between her fingers, she lost herself amidst the intoxication of his tongue and lips as he took a breast into his mouth and licked the bud. With a deft tug at her blouse, he tore it off her slender shoulders and threw it to the floor, a lecherous grin curling upon his lips as he unsheathed his knife and slowly traced it along her nipples. The chilled sensation of the metal against her bosoms made Rachel shiver, her hands gripping at his biceps as he formed a shallow cut in between the narrow valley of her breasts.

Closing her eyes, Rachel gasped as the Joker greedily lapped at the blood from her wound, his rock-hard arousal grinding against her pelvis as he traced the knife slowly down past her navel and toward her skirt.

Far too stimulated to notice what he was doing, Rachel cried out in surprise when the Joker began cutting her skirt and panties to shreds. "Goddammit, stop ruining my clothes!" she shrieked, her cheeks growing hot as he cackled uproariously. "Haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'patience is a virtue'!?"

"Patience isn't a virtue, it's a waste of time" the Joker argued. Grinning down upon her, he urgently sustained, "Now shut up and lie back before you kill my hard-on!"

Shocked by his tone, Rachel obeyed as he sheathed his blade and traced it down toward the soft juncture in between her thighs. Just the sensation of something being so close to her aching point made Rachel squirm, her eyes growing dusky as her heartrate began to quicken.

Lowering his moist mouth to her skin, the Joker growled against the warm flesh of her stomach as he licked down past her navel, her hips rising in anticipation as she felt the sheathed knife begin to trace along her sensitive nub.

Rachel knew the Joker could sense her desperation, but by this point she was far too aroused to care. Throwing her head back against the pillow, she grasped at his shoulders and screamed in ecstasy as the blade entered her soft womb, several breathless gasps of delight escaping her lips as the Joker began to angle his knife in order to penetrate her far deeper than before.

"If you like that, just wait until I get to you" the Joker gibed, his hand smoothing her hair as he slowly removed the blade. Bringing the sheathed weapon up to his mouth, he grinned at Rachel before licking her sweet essence from its exterior, all the while making sure to exhibit just how much he was enjoying her honeyed taste.

Licking the blade one last time, he purred, "Mm, kinda like cherries...I figured as much."

Rachel merely panted in response, a cool sweat beginning to bead upon her brow as he gripped at her spread thighs and opened his mouth on her skin. Running the fire of his tongue along her slit, he giggled to himself when he discovered that she was far more aroused than he'd originally anticipated. Feeling her hips buck in order to receive more of the incredible sensation at hand, the Joker grinned before steadying her body and plunging his tongue inside her hot canal.

With a sharp cry, Rachel bit down on her lip to prevent herself from being too loud, but his gifted tongue was stirring a voracious fire within her loins that couldn't be quelled. She had never truly had a man perform oral sex on her before, so the notion that the Joker was the first to introduce her to such a primal act thrilled her immensely. He was a convict...a maniac, for that matter, yet that somehow only made it all the more exciting.

Ignorant to her aroused thoughts, the Joker gave her moist entrance several frenzied licks before suddenly ceasing his actions, Rachel giving a moan of discontent just as he sat up and feverishly joined his scarred mouth to hers.

To Rachel's surprise, she could taste herself upon his skin, the exotic flavor making her whimper as she licked away her essence so she could taste only him. When she did so, the Joker growled hungrily amidst their kiss and began to unfasten his pants, his movements quick and frantic as he kicked the garment eagerly to the floor.

Embarrassed by his sudden nudity, Rachel quirked a brow before asking, "Y-you don't wear any underwear?"

"No, why would I?" he demanded. "Never know when ya might get lucky, after all...that, and I like to give my little friend some breathing space."

Not sure whether to laugh or scream in disgust, Rachel quickly made up her mind the moment the Joker mounted her hips and began to roughly grind his manhood against her moist entrance. Feverish and distracted, Rachel moaned deeply before pleading with him to take her, the Joker grinning licentiously as he slowly sheathed a third of himself within her quaking tunnel. Rotating her hips, Rachel tried her best to coax the rest of his length inside her, but he stubbornly withdrew and giggled at the frustrated look on her face.

"Please" she brokenly urged, "please don't keep me waiting like this...you're being very cruel."

"Life ain't fair, beautiful, but fortunately for you, I'm not leaving 'til I get what I came for" he purred. With a powerful thrust of his hips, the Joker impaled her and comfortably slid in to the hilt, Rachel opening her mouth in a silent scream as she felt herself re-adjusting in order to encompass his entire girth. At first his movements were painfully slow, but before Rachel could even think to plead with him to go faster, he began to frantically pound her into an ecstasy-induced haze.

Sheets of rain continued to mercilessly pelt the apartment from overhead, a loud clap of thunder sounding in accordance with Rachel's unbridled shouts of passion as the Joker continued to dutifully hover over her trembling body; his irises were wild, merciless, and filled with such desire that his counterpart had to close her eyes so that she could still the frantic beating of her heart.

The Joker, however, would not allow this, Rachel releasing a strangled whimper once he nipped at her pulse and huskily growled out, "Look at me, Miss Dawes...look into my eyes."

At first Rachel tried to resist, yet once the Joker began to deepen his strokes she gasped, a soft mewl of pleasure escaping her lips as she whimpered into the crook of his neck and frantically groped her lover by the shoulders. "More" she pleaded, her eyes shadowed with desire. "Please...more."

"Only if you look at me" he agreed, a triumphant smirk coming to his blood-red lips once Rachel cast her dusky gaze up to his, her eyes simultaneously rolling back in her head as her lover began to pound into her with a more driven force than ever before.

Digging her nails into his upper back, Rachel bit the Joker's shoulder as he continued to hammer his hips roughly against her own, her cries of passion being stifled by his lips when he pulled her in for a fierce and bruising kiss.

Rachel could feel the pressure furiously building up inside her lower belly, a blinding white light beginning to form behind her eyelids as the Joker moved harder and harder within her. Panting against his lips, she gripped at the sheets and released a scream as he vigorously rode her, her back arching as she snapped and spasmodically contracted about her lover's firm arousal.

With an animalistic growl in Rachel's ear, the Joker came soon after in a burst of liquid fire, his teeth and tongue making their mark upon the heated flesh of her neck as they both drifted down from their post-coital bliss.

Rachel had the strongest desire to wrap her legs about the Joker's hips to keep him locked firmly inside her, but her ankle restraints unfortunately prevented her from doing so. When he finally withdrew from her ever-lasting warmth, she gave a cry at the sudden loss of contact. Seizing the Joker by the hand so he wouldn't leave, Rachel pulled him in for a gentle kiss as she ran her fingers along one of his scars. It was surprisingly soft for being such a large and puffy laceration, but before she could touch the other one, the Joker gave a growl and roughly pushed her away.

"I-I'm sorry" Rachel stammered, "I didn't mean..."

"What, you didn't mean to touch my scars?" he venemously retorted. "After all, they're just so small that you'd naturally miss them, right?"

Rachel scowled. "But I'm not afraid of you or the scars any longer...doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"Not unless it means I get fifty percent off at Hooters" the Joker grumbled, his eyes rolling skyward as he began to re-clothe himself. "I swear, you women these days are just so needy...it's like men can't have sex the old-fashioned way, anymore. Did you actually think we were going to cuddle up and pick out a new color for the drapes?"

Rachel grunted. "No, you smart-ass, but I thought we could at least talk for a little while..."

"Well sure, why didn't I think of that? It's not like I have anything better to do" the Joker dryly remarked. Now searching about in his blazer pocket, he disinterestedly sustained, "Alright, I'll start: my name is the Joker and I enjoy long walks, nude beaches, cute little puppies, and smooth jazz. My turn-off's are kids, foot long hot dogs, and women with attitude, and now that I've slept with you, I've secretly but now not-so-secretly decided to come out of the closet. Thanks for being my little 'spatula', beautiful, 'cause ya clearly flip all the men to being gay...just look at Dent!"

If Rachel could've emoted what she was currently feeling at that moment, she would've been frothing at the mouth. Lunging toward him in retaliation, she gave a cry when the Joker suddenly slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrist and secured her to the headboard.

"W-what are you doing?" she fearfully demanded. "I thought we were done...?"

Grinning, the Joker glanced down at his watch before returning, "It's getting late, sweetcakes, so I've gotta go blow something up. I haven't done that in a couple hours, so I'm starting to get the shakes."

"What!? You can't just leave me here like this!" Rachel shrieked.

The Joker appeared as if he were seriously pondering her predicament, his head nodding as he smugly agreed, "Yes, yes, you're right, what was I thinking?"

Watching him approach her with hope shining in her eyes, Rachel practically screamed with indignation the moment he covered her up with her sheets.

"Wouldn't want anyone to come in and see you naked" he cheekily explained. Leaning down and growling against her lips, he licked her quivering mouth before patting her cheek and turning in order to leave.

Positively livid, Rachel began frantically tugging at her restraints as she shouted, "You sneaky son of a bitch, I swear to God I'll get you for this!"

"And I look forward to it" the Joker giddily returned. "Oh, and I almost forgot..." Reaching inside his breast pocket, he took out the key to her handcuffs and tossed it toward the other side of the room. "There ya go" he cooed, "I would've been a real jerk if I just left ya behind empty-handed...mama always taught me that I should be a giver, not a taker."

As he left the room cackling, Rachel sank back against her pillow as she wondered how on earth she was going to explain her absence at work the next morning.