An Unwilling Voyeur
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,398
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rachel sat on her bed, totally engrossed in a new novel. She hadn´t had much free time to read lately, so she was enjoying the free time she had to immerse herself in a good book. Harvey opened the bathroom door, fresh from a shower. He climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her, stroking the side of her face with his hand. He leaned in to kiss her, a smile on his lips. She kissed him back, and he took the book from her hands.
“Harvey, I was busy reading. Couldn´t you see that,?” She asked him, irritated that he had interrupted her reading.
“Not in the mood, huh,?” he said to her, a disappointed look on his face.
“It´s not that Harvey, it´s just I haven´t had the time to read lately, and this is a really good book.”
“Guess i´ll have to persuade you, then,” he said, reaching behind his back to retrieve a black, satiny cloth.
“What is that,?” Rachel said, peering down to inspect the piece of fabric in his hands.
“A blindfold,” Harvey responded, holding it out for her to see. I thought we might try something a bit different tonight.”
“Harvey,” she said with a smile, “well, I suppose the book can wait after all,” and she placed her lips on his for a kiss.
They embraced, and he began to undress her, taking off her blouse, then working down to her pants, unbuttoning them slowly. Rachel now sat on the bed in only her underwear, and Harvey placed the blindfold across her eyes.
“Is that okay,?” He asked her, adjusting the fabric over her eyes.
“Yep, feels fine,” she said with a grin.
“Good,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on her neck, slowly working his way down to her chest.
Rachel tilted her head back, allowing him better access to her neck as he began peppering small kisses all over it, his breath tickling her neck as he kissed it lightly. He stopped suddenly, a thought entering his head.
“What´s wrong Harvey? Why did you stop,?” She asked with a disappointed tone to her voice.
“Well, I just got an idea. I´m going to the kitchen to get something. I think it may be useful to us tonight,” he said while grinning.
A small smile played upon Rachel´s lips, and she said “let me guess…will it be whipped cream? Or maybe chocolate syrup?”
“I don´t know,” Harvey teased I guess you´ll have to wait and see. I have a few ideas.”
The bed moved as he got off, heading toward the kitchen.
“I´ll just be a moment,!” he said, and she heard him open the door, heading down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Rachel sat on the bed with her back against the headboard, excitedly awaiting his return. Thing had gotten a bit stagnant in the relationship lately, so she welcomed this change in their routine. After a few minutes had passed she began to sigh impatiently. It didn´t take that
long to go to the kitchen and get a can of whipped cream or a bottle of syrup, so what was taking so long? She was impatient and didn´t feel like waiting, and being blindfolded somehow made it seem as if the time moved even slower.
She sighed again, louder this time, hoping it would somehow bring him back sooner, even though she knew he couldn´t hear her from the kitchen,. She frowned, becoming irritated. At least 10 minutes had passes since Harvey had left the room. What was taking so long, she wondered. Rachel titled her head slightly, listening intently for signs of his return. She heard something up there, but just what it was she couldn´t quite tell. She hoped it was him coming back toward the room.
After a few more seconds passed, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching across the wood floor. He was finally coming back, and she smiled as she heard him come into the room. She felt the bed move and then there was a cold pair of hands on her thighs. It seemed odd they would be cold, but she guessed that he had probably just been rummaging around in the fridge. She tilted her head back, saying “Harvey, what took you so long? I was getting impatient.”
She felt a tongue on her nipple, the wetness and heat from his mouth coming through the thin, lacy fabric of her lingerie. She moaned softly as the hands gripped her thighs, stroking them softly and she parted her legs slightly, enjoying the touch.
But something was off about his touch, it was somehow… different. And there was a smell.. an odor she could only identify as meat mixed with pickles, or something similar. There was also a stronger scent, slightly sweaty….but that couldn´t be, he had just taken a shower.
“Harvey,? She said questioningly, becoming slightly alarmed.
A face brushed up against her own, lips pressed against hers and she felt a wet, greasy substance transfer to her lips. These lips were definitely not Harvey´s, and then there was the feel of a cheek brushing against hers, and she felt something lumpy..something entirely different. That smell, the strangeness of those lips, that breath….The Joker. She shivered suddenly, and a scream came out of her mouth.
A hand grabbed her mouth roughly, cutting her off midscream. The hand remained over her mouth, the pickle smell filling her nostrils with the vinegary scent. It was strong and unpleasant and she tried to move her mouth away from his hand, but it gripped tighter. She bit into the leather, but he only laughed, popping his blade out to rest it against her cheek.
Rachel sat on her bed, totally engrossed in a new novel. She hadn´t had much free time to read lately, so she was enjoying the free time she had to immerse herself in a good book. Harvey opened the bathroom door, fresh from a shower. He climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her, stroking the side of her face with his hand. He leaned in to kiss her, a smile on his lips. She kissed him back, and he took the book from her hands.
“Harvey, I was busy reading. Couldn´t you see that,?” She asked him, irritated that he had interrupted her reading.
“Not in the mood, huh,?” he said to her, a disappointed look on his face.
“It´s not that Harvey, it´s just I haven´t had the time to read lately, and this is a really good book.”
“Guess i´ll have to persuade you, then,” he said, reaching behind his back to retrieve a black, satiny cloth.
“What is that,?” Rachel said, peering down to inspect the piece of fabric in his hands.
“A blindfold,” Harvey responded, holding it out for her to see. I thought we might try something a bit different tonight.”
“Harvey,” she said with a smile, “well, I suppose the book can wait after all,” and she placed her lips on his for a kiss.
They embraced, and he began to undress her, taking off her blouse, then working down to her pants, unbuttoning them slowly. Rachel now sat on the bed in only her underwear, and Harvey placed the blindfold across her eyes.
“Is that okay,?” He asked her, adjusting the fabric over her eyes.
“Yep, feels fine,” she said with a grin.
“Good,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on her neck, slowly working his way down to her chest.
Rachel tilted her head back, allowing him better access to her neck as he began peppering small kisses all over it, his breath tickling her neck as he kissed it lightly. He stopped suddenly, a thought entering his head.
“What´s wrong Harvey? Why did you stop,?” She asked with a disappointed tone to her voice.
“Well, I just got an idea. I´m going to the kitchen to get something. I think it may be useful to us tonight,” he said while grinning.
A small smile played upon Rachel´s lips, and she said “let me guess…will it be whipped cream? Or maybe chocolate syrup?”
“I don´t know,” Harvey teased I guess you´ll have to wait and see. I have a few ideas.”
The bed moved as he got off, heading toward the kitchen.
“I´ll just be a moment,!” he said, and she heard him open the door, heading down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Rachel sat on the bed with her back against the headboard, excitedly awaiting his return. Thing had gotten a bit stagnant in the relationship lately, so she welcomed this change in their routine. After a few minutes had passed she began to sigh impatiently. It didn´t take that
long to go to the kitchen and get a can of whipped cream or a bottle of syrup, so what was taking so long? She was impatient and didn´t feel like waiting, and being blindfolded somehow made it seem as if the time moved even slower.
She sighed again, louder this time, hoping it would somehow bring him back sooner, even though she knew he couldn´t hear her from the kitchen,. She frowned, becoming irritated. At least 10 minutes had passes since Harvey had left the room. What was taking so long, she wondered. Rachel titled her head slightly, listening intently for signs of his return. She heard something up there, but just what it was she couldn´t quite tell. She hoped it was him coming back toward the room.
After a few more seconds passed, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching across the wood floor. He was finally coming back, and she smiled as she heard him come into the room. She felt the bed move and then there was a cold pair of hands on her thighs. It seemed odd they would be cold, but she guessed that he had probably just been rummaging around in the fridge. She tilted her head back, saying “Harvey, what took you so long? I was getting impatient.”
She felt a tongue on her nipple, the wetness and heat from his mouth coming through the thin, lacy fabric of her lingerie. She moaned softly as the hands gripped her thighs, stroking them softly and she parted her legs slightly, enjoying the touch.
But something was off about his touch, it was somehow… different. And there was a smell.. an odor she could only identify as meat mixed with pickles, or something similar. There was also a stronger scent, slightly sweaty….but that couldn´t be, he had just taken a shower.
“Harvey,? She said questioningly, becoming slightly alarmed.
A face brushed up against her own, lips pressed against hers and she felt a wet, greasy substance transfer to her lips. These lips were definitely not Harvey´s, and then there was the feel of a cheek brushing against hers, and she felt something lumpy..something entirely different. That smell, the strangeness of those lips, that breath….The Joker. She shivered suddenly, and a scream came out of her mouth.
A hand grabbed her mouth roughly, cutting her off midscream. The hand remained over her mouth, the pickle smell filling her nostrils with the vinegary scent. It was strong and unpleasant and she tried to move her mouth away from his hand, but it gripped tighter. She bit into the leather, but he only laughed, popping his blade out to rest it against her cheek.