All That Jazz

Later that night I was sitting in bed reading, when a knock sounded on my door. I tucked the book into my night stand and checked myself in the mirror. I’d already dressed in the red boy shorts and a matching bra, throwing a black lace cover-up over that. I pulled open the door to reveal The Joker.

“Hey, handsome.” I smiled as he walked into my room. He closed the door quietly, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to him.

“Hello, beautiful.” As he returned my smile, he pulled my leg up above his hip and dipped me low, making me laugh. My head fell back and the onslaught began. He started just above my breasts and worked his way up to my neck. “Let’s lose this.” Pulling me upright, he tugged on my cover-up, pulling it over my head. He looked me up and down, a delicious blaze lighting his eyes. “Mm…beautiful.” He buried his face in my neck, holding me close.

“Are you going to lose something?” I asked quietly, wrapping my arms around him. He pulled back gently, unbuttoning his vest as he did. The vest fell to the floor in a matter of seconds, followed by his shirt. Oh hello. That suit doesn’t flatter him at all. I knew from personal experience that The Joker was incredibly strong, but I’d never imagined him to be buff. I’d seen beefcakes without shirts on before, but oh lordy, he took the prize. He was a certified studmuffin. He was exactly my type, with luscious-looking biceps, wide shoulders, and sexy abs. He was perfect: buff, but not inhumanly so. This had to be the sexiest surprise I’d ever gotten. As I studied his body, I noticed he had dozens of scars covering his flesh at random. They were actually charming and I was sure each one had its own story. I was about to ask him about them before he silenced me with a searing kiss. Oh this is amazing. He is by far the best kisser I’ve ever met.

“Let me look at you.” He said softly, placing his hands on my hips and pushing me away. He sat down on my bed, leaving me to model the boy shorts. After staring at me for a few minutes, he asked me to turn around. I turned my back to him, pulling my hair over one shoulder as I did. He growled low in his throat, stepping up behind and wrapping his arms around my waist. The sound sent chills down my spine; it was a turn-on for me when a man had a deep voice. “So delicate.” He murmured, kissing my neck before turning me around. He kissed my throat, my chest, the tops of my breasts one by one, slowing making his way down. His hands roamed my body as he kneeled in front of me. He kissed my belly button, making a trail to my hip. I loved the feel of his hands on me. They were rough and calloused as he explored my curves, running his hand across my belly and tracing my hip.

“You are magnificent.” He sighed as he stood to his full height and picked me up, easy as could be. He laid me fully on the bed and crawled up, looming over me before placing his weight on me. He was deliciously warm; the feeling of his skin on mine was intoxicating. He reached beneath my back and unclasped my bra with one hand.

“Hey, that’s cheating.” I smiled as he pulled the straps from my arms. He chuckled and removed the bra, tossing it to the floor.

“I wasn’t aware we’d set rules.” He giggled, going back to kissing me all over my body, once again making his way down to my hips. He nudged my legs open and placed a kiss on the insides of each of my thighs. He sat back, looking at my body, his hands still on my legs. After a moment, he scooted up against me, pressing his erection devilishly close to my core. I bit my lip in anticipation, blood rushing through my veins like crazy. Winking down at me, he lifted my hips up to meet his, letting me feel him at my entrance, and leaned down to kiss me feverishly. He bucked his hips, putting his erection flush up against me, making me gasp. In an instant, his hands had vanished from my body and were working on his belt.

“Tell me something about yourself.” I said, sitting up. He looked at me like I was crazy.

“Why?”

“I barely know anything about you, and you want to have sex? I don’t think so. Tell me something about yourself or forget about it, pal!” He growled and got up to leave, grabbing his clothes as he did.

“Fine, forget it.” He said, as he walked out of my room.

“Are you that afraid to let someone in?” I yelled after him, getting up to slam the door.

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The Joker has barely spoken to me since last week. Scratch that, I’ve barely even seen him. I’d wake up in the morning with a note on my night stand saying he’d gone to run an errand and would be back later. I was really mad at him for not letting me go on errands with him anymore, just because I’d refused him sex. Like he couldn’t respect my decision! I guess I let my guard down, and started to like him. Showed me, didn’t he? I personally think he has some trust issues and that’s why he won’t tell me anything about himself. Maybe he’s afraid I’ll rat on him. Who knows?

It was a Friday morning, and The Joker and everyone else had gone on another fucking errand. He didn’t even bother leaving me a note today, the bastard. He was slowly pushing me away and I felt like a dog who’d been kicked. Without bothering to get dressed, I made my way to the kitchen. I started looking for something to eat, throwing stuff around in my frustration. There was nothing ready-made that looked good, so I started looking for stuff to make lunch, but the quiet in the house bothered me. I wondered if The Joker had any CD’s in his room. Dropping pans on the counter loudly, I made my way to his room and searched high and low for music. Nothing. After checking the library, I decided to check the office. This house was insanely awesome, with a library and all that fancy-rich shit. I found a media cabinet full of CD’s and DVD’s in the office, though why The Joker would keep them in here was anyone’s guess. Shuffling through the titles, I found one of my favorite CD’s, By The Way by Red Hot Chili Peppers. I grabbed a few others and headed down to the living room. We had a kickin’ sound system, but I couldn’t figure out how to open the damn stereo. Everything was electronic, so you had to push the right button to do anything, and none of the buttons would work. I kicked the stereo hard, hoping to get it off its high horse, but all it got me was a sore bunch of toes. As I cradled my foot, I noticed an auxillary jack on the side of the stereo.

Upstairs, I grabbed my battered iPod and the cord that would let me plug it into the stereo. After plugging the iPod in, I had to push all the buttons again to get the damn thing to work. Finally, after a few more love taps, the screen read ‘auxillary device’ and the music on my iPod started playing on random. The sounds of Box of Rain by Grateful Dead filled the house, I sighed happily and went back to making lunch. I decided to make tacos, since I hadn’t had Taco Bell in months and I was really craving some now. As the hamburger was browning, I went to the dining room and cleared the table off by swiping everything off onto the floor. Papers glided halfway across the room, and knives clinked on the linoleum. That would get his attention. I breathed deeply and smiled to myself, walking back into the kitchen.

I ate my lunch in the sun room, looking down at the busy world below me. I’d opened the windows to let in the breeze. It was a gorgeous day, and I longed to go outside. Why shouldn’t I? Who’s gonna stop me? Considering this side of town was unfamiliar to me, I opted to go out in the back yard, if there was one. After I cleaned the kitchen, I grabbed a romance novel from the library and walked down the hallway next to the stairs and found another bathroom and two more bedrooms, including a screen porch wrapping around the back half of the porch that connected to the front wrap-around porch. We did have a back yard, a glorious one at that. It was huge, with a privacy fence and a hammock tied between two ancient oak trees. It even had a rock garden, with azaleas and roses blooming, along with huge sunflowers and Virginia bluebells soaking up the sun. A stone fountain bubbled in one of the koi ponds. In the far corner was a Victorian style gazebo. It was like heaven back here. The hammock felt blissful as I climbed in and opened my book. I let one leg dangle off the hammock and used it to push against one of the oak trees, swaying the hammock gently. The cool breeze rustled the leaves and made the flowers dance.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I heard was The Joker calling my name. He sounded really fucking pissed. I decided to ignore him and stay where I was. He’d probably be even madder when he finally found me, but I didn’t care. I was just as mad at him. I laughed to myself as I imagined the look on his face when he’d seen the mess on the floor. The sun was higher overhead, and it was a little humid outside. I tried to wait patiently for The Joker to find me, but I couldn’t hold still because I was uncomfortable. I’ll admit; I was afraid of The Joker now that he was mad at me.

The back door opened and I hurriedly tried to feign interest in my book as The Joker stepped out onto the back steps.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” he yelled.

“It’s called reading.” I called back, not rising to his anger.

“Do you know it looks like hell in your room and the dining room?! I thought someone had kidnapped you!”

“Oh, like you care?” I closed the book and climbed out of the hammock. “You’ve barely said two words to me in the past week! You haven’t taken me on errands; you haven’t left me a note in two fucking days! What if you’d been killed, I wouldn’t know where you were!” I made my way up to the stairs, until I was poking him in the chest.

“You didn’t leave me a note either!” he yelled back, pushing my hand away.

“Well now you know how it feels!” I walked past him into the house, slamming the back door. I’d made it into the front room and was saying hi to the guys when the door slammed again.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” The Joker yelled, coming into the front room.

“I will do whatever the hell I feel like doing! I’m not your pet or your slave!” I slammed my book down on the back of the couch. “You’re just being a dick because I didn’t let you hit it!”

“So you throw my shit on the floor?!”

“Damn straight! You’re fucking lucky I didn’t burn the house down! How would you like that, asshole?!”

“You wouldn’t dare burn this house down, you love it here!” he argued indignantly.

“Oh yes, I would! I don’t like being ignored.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“Oh bullshit! You stopped taking me on errands, you stopped leaving me notes, you stopped TALKING to me! Do you even care how that made me feel?!”

“Well how did it make you feel, then?!” he asked bitterly.

“Like shit! Maybe I’ll just ignore you for a week and see how the fuck you feel!”

“If you’ll notice, I’m perfectly fine.” That tears it! My fist shot out and connected with his jaw, knocking him flat on the floor. He didn’t move for a few seconds, so I grabbed my book and headed up the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” The Joker growled as he got to his feet.

“I’m sorry, are you talking? I can’t hear anything.” I shrugged and went to my room, slamming the door forcefully. I heard The Joker’s angry yell from downstairs. I hoped he fucking choked on it.