𝟏𝟑𝟖. "𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲"

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"What?" He squinted suspiciously.

"I could tie you up so you wouldn't be able to snap." I chuckled. His face fell, and he immediately opened his mouth to object.

"It's either that, or we can't touch." I shrugged. He puffed his cheeks, and his eyebrows creased.

"You're having real trouble giving up your control, huh?" I grinned. He glared at me.

"I think you forgot you're a soft baby for me and will do as I say." I smiled sweetly and grabbed his chin. His stare got worse.

"Aren't you, Handsome?" I purred, gently tilted his face to me and pecked the corner of his lips.

"Fuck. Just tie me up before I change my mind." He growled. I smirked with satisfaction.

"And wipe that smug look off your face." He ordered. I giggled and kissed his nose.

"Give me a smile first."

"No." He grumbled.

"Come on, Gin-"

"No!" He roared. I winced, inhaled sharply and frantically covered my face with my hands.

"Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Gorgeous." He muttered gently, pushed his hand in my curls and kissed my forehead. I shook my head.

"I-I a-always u-used to lose my cool. T-that's not new."

"Only now I'm afraid you'll hit me again." I whimpered into my palms.

"I would never hit you, Gorgeous. I-I just didn't realise you were you back then."

"Jerome..." I sighed and looked at his face.

"Can you honestly tell me you can't imagine a situation where you get so mad at me you instinctively use violence just like you have been doing for the last six years? You would've hit my hand just an hour ago if I didn't catch yours in time." I moved away from him a little bit.

"I-I haven't. I've been trying to control it since Barbara came to me that first time."

"I-If you hit me, that's just it for us, Jerome. And I think I rather not have our last memory be your hand on my face." I sniffled and started getting off his bed.

"No, don't leave me, Gorgeous." He blurted out, clung to me and pushed his face onto my back. I took a deep breath.

"I will never hurt you. Please, believe me. I would never hurt you on purpose. And if I accidentally did, you know it wouldn't be a reason to be scared of me. All I want to do is protect you. Please, stay with me. A-and, uh, you could kick my ass if I did anything, so you don't have to be scared. You can just tase me. I won't blame you." He mumbled against my sweatshirt and kissed it. I chuckled weakly and nodded.

"Do you want to stay with me tonight?" He whispered and started trailing his affections up to my neck. My whole body trembled as his lips touched my bare skin.

"I just want to be with you." He purred, gently moved my curls aside and continued pecking his way to my face.

I had to hold my legs together with my hands to not pounce on him. I could feel his hands constantly shift on my stomach and his warm breath stroke my face. I was so deprived of any sort of intimate touch for years it was really making me mad. He grinned against my cheek and kept caressing my jaw and neck with the tips of his fingers.

"Jerome, I'm begging you, stop that." I strained out.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He breathed, slid his hand higher and edged on cupping my breast.

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"Jerome, please, we can't have sex yet." I groaned and tried to get out of his clutches.

"Why?" He whined and kissed the side of my nose. I chuckled weakly.

"Tell me, why do you think I haven't done it in six years despite having millions of opportunities to?"

"Well, because there is only one gentleman who can satisfactorily indulge you." He purred cheekily. I snorted with laughter.

"And while that is a very colourful way of saying I'm only horny for you, that's not all there is to it."

He let out a playful growl and seductively bit the air near my eye. I instantly broke into a fit of giggles. He grinned, grabbed the back of my head and started rapidly pecking my face.

"W-wait." He suddenly muttered and ceased his affections. I cocked my eyebrow.

"Millions?" He squinted. I stifled a laugh.

"I'm a woman. There are men in Scotland. Don't you imagine they flirted with me?"

"Were they attractive?"

"Oh, God. One really was. I am telling you-"

He cut off my swooning by shoving his lips on mine. I chuckled into the kiss and cupped his face. He swiftly laid me on my back, got on top of me and intentionally kicked one of the book towers to make things more dramatic. I started laughing. He giggled, deepened the affection and immediately got too intense.

"Slow down." I mumbled into his lips and stroked his cheeks. He nodded and eased up a bit.

"Are you angry at me, or is this just muscle memory?" I asked curiously.

"I'm never actually angry at you. I think the last time I was angry at you for more than an hour was when I thought you liked Jeremiah, back when we lived at the circus."

"So the last time you were truly angry with me was before you realised I was into you." I muttered and nodded slowly.

"So all I need to do to calm you down is remind you that I think you're foxy?" I summed up. He snorted with laughter and kissed both of my cheeks.

"I'm pretty sure that would work perfectly." He mumbled against my skin.

Suddenly a thunderbolt lit up the gloomy insides of Jerome's cell. He hurriedly got off of me, stood up and headed to the window. My eyebrows creased with slight confusion. He casually gripped the protective barrier stopping him from escaping captivity, took it off and leaned it on the wall. Then he opened the window, let in the sound and smell of the storm and grinned at me. 

"I'm essentially supposed to be a cop, and what do I do instead? I watch my criminal husband casually pick apart his cell." I whined and fell back on the mattress. He giggled and came back to me.

"Don't worry. I'm staying here as long as you want, and I won't cause trouble." He told me, carefully moved me and laid right next to me. My eyebrow furrowed a little.

"Are you serious?" I muttered. He smoothly slipped his arm under my head and gently pushed me closer to him.

"Deadly serious. It's you or crime, and it was never a question for me. It was always you." He shrugged. I swallowed heavily, lifted myself a bit and looked down at him. He gazed straight into my eyes.

"You sure you didn't like even a small part of being the Joker?"

"Well, I don't even know. I was basically drunk or high the whole time."

"I'm sorry. You were high? As if on drugs?" I muttered with utter bafflement. He chuckled softly, set his hand on my back and started stroking it gently.

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