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Tweak says, "good morning sunshine"

The Joker (dogchasingcars) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-05-06 13:09:00

Entry tags:

candy quackenbush, surprise spoogeathon humpy mcgee, the joker

Who: The Joker and Candy Quackenbush
What: ...dude, it's the crazy horny people plot. He's been chasing her for almost a year. Figure it out.
When: Wednesday evening
Where: His warehouse
Warnings: ...again--crazy horny people plot.

Now this--this was a prize worth waiting for. Sure, it had taken a devious plot by powers unknown to get Candy to come running to him but, please! Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, or it'll explode. Or something. Anyway, he wasn't questioning it. He liked to imagine that it was just the insanity busting down some doors in her psyche, which would be brilliant if true, and, if it wasn't, he didn't particularly care.

As for not gloating--not very likely. No way, no how. Did she really expect that much of him?

He gave her directions to the warehouse he was holed up in (quaint, cozy, almost romantic, one could say, aside from scattered weapons of mass destruction and suspiciously shaped things shoved into dark corners and covered in sheets) and ordered the henchmen out (nice of that guy, the weird god one, to send over the ones with genetic enhancements. He'd have to thank him later. But with all the drooling and scales and general weirdness, they also were not really great for a romantic atmosphere). He'd given them money for ice cream (read: guns and high rise across town to work in) and now he had the place to himself.

When a knock came at one of the side doors, he answered in partial dress. He'd left the coat and tie elsewhere, and the cuffs of his green shirt were haphazardly buttoned. His makeup was halfway worn off, exposing some pink beneath the patches of white. "Hi there," he said, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice, unwilling to try.

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toitshour
2009-05-06 04:08 pm UTC (link)

She stretched out a little, moving her legs so they were in his lap. Toeing off her flip flops, she smiled. "It's almost sweet, how you're deluding yourself. You say you love me, but I'm just a toy for you to break. You want to be the only one to have me, then ruin me for everyone else." That had already happened, and not by Jack's hand.

Arching her back, she inched closer to him. "I bet you have a wife and kids."

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	dogchasingcars 2009-05-06 04:14 pm UTC (link)
	Now that was a little more like it. He ditched his shoes, sliding them off with the sort of speed and determination better reserved for athletic matches than preparing for sex. "Yes. Just spoil you rotten," he said, choosing to interpret that statement the way he liked best. He leaned in toward her. "No. Good guess, though, you are a sharp one." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

toitshour
2009-05-06 07:53 pm UTC (link)

"Like an apple," she murmured. Chuckling a little at how fast he'd taken off his shoes, Candy sighed, sitting up a little bit to lightly rub at his makeup. She could see skin through it, and her fingers lightly traced at the pink flesh, wishing that there really was a man behind there she could reach. She knew better after all; he'd been chasing her long enough where she knew that he'd piss on any offers of redemption. He'd rather fall and take everyone with him - possibly for revenge, but mostly for fun.

At least Christopher Carrion had had a reason.

"You remind me so much of him," Boa murmured. Candy let her speak, shifting her hips a little.

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	dogchasingcars 2009-05-06 08:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Exactly," he said. He didn't mind at all when she rubbed at his makeup, inclining his head toward her fingers instead. Whatever she thought she was looking for, she wasn't likely to find it. "I thought I was an original," he said, rolling his eyes in mock disappointment. "Alright, I'll bite. Who?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

toitshour
2009-05-06 08:11 pm UTC (link)

"Christopher Carrion, the Lord of Midnight. He proposed to me and I broke his heart. It's why he had me killed." Boa shrugged and retreated to the back of Candy's mind to sit and think, far away from the ghost of the Lord of Midnight.

Candy, for her part, bit her lip, trying not to be charmed by the sweet way he rocked his head toward her. "Are you going to try to hurt me?"

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	dogchasingcars 2009-05-06 08:31 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, him. You keep saying we're practically the same guy but I don't buy it. He doesn't sound at all like me...aside from being crazy about you." His tongue flicked out over his lips as he pondered that one. "No? I mean I don't plan to. Much." He grinned. "Just a little of the fun kind." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	toitshour 2009-05-06 08:35 pm UTC (link)
	"Which is?" Candy's voice was lower, more curious but just as equally dangerous as he. She moved to straddle him, kneeling over his lap but not touching him. Looking down at him through a curtain of hair, she smirked. "I could walk away from you right now if you give me a wrong answer. Think hard." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dogchasingcars 2009-05-06 08:51 pm UTC (link)
	He just watched her for a moment, saving that image for later. Candy straddling him, looking at him with that fantastic spark in her eye. Somewhere, pigs were flying. "As much as you can take," he said, and his smile widened, because he knew that, at this point? The likelihood of her leaving was slim to none. As far as he was concerned, this was a battle won. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	toitshour 2009-05-06 08:57 pm UTC (link)
	Candy stood up and spun around, her dark hair twirling. She hoped it hit him in the face. "Have it your way. I'm going to go home, then." She folded her arms and started to walk away, hoping he'd catch up to her and convince her otherwise. She really did feel a little insane. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dogchasingcars
2009-05-06 09:12 pm UTC (link)

Except that her going home? That wasn't what was going to happen. He got up and followed her, idly pondering how good her hair smelled when it swept over his face, and closed the distance between them swiftly.

He got an arm around her rounded shoulders and curled it in, swinging her around to kiss her. Honestly. She wasn't going to tease him like that and just get away with it.

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toitshour
2009-05-06 09:18 pm UTC (link)

Which had pretty much been her plan the entire time. She knew she wouldn't feel like this for the rest of her life - even if she had to rip out her ovaries - and it was easier to justify the encounter if he kissed her first.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging lightly at his hair and sighing as she ran her tongue over his lower lip. She was wasting no time, really.

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dogchasingcars
2009-05-06 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Every one of those buzzing little thoughts settled to a low hum. This was no time for thinking, really, this was time for action. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing hard, pressing his tongue against hers. It seemed to have gone quite over his head that he'd totally forgotten to force her to initiate things. A thought piped up that he honestly had no clue when he'd last done this. He crushed that thought--busy, busy.

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	toitshour 2009-05-06 09:46 pm UTC (link)
	Tugging his shirt up a little over his back, she shivered a little at how warm his skin was against her fingertips. Somehow, she hadn't been expecting that. If he'd ended up an alien, otherworldly, that wouldn't have surprised her. Scales, she'd expected. Feathers would have made sense. Soft, warm skin that her fingers ran light circles over was just odd. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dogchasingcars
2009-05-07 11:19 am UTC (link)

He pressed her in the direction of the wall. He wanted leverage and friction and he didn't think they were going to make it so far as one of the tables, even. Something stable to press against? The wall would do just fine.

Part of what made this so perfect was the grittiness of the setting, what usually went on there. In the place where he kept his supplies, his capability to reach out into the world and twist and break, he was finally getting the object of his obsession. Like those little Russian dolls--one inside the other.

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	toitshour 2009-05-07 01:42 pm UTC (link)
	The push into the wall startled her, and she gasped, clinging to him even tighter. Whimpering, she let go of his neck, dropping to the floor and wiggling away. She started to go back to the couch, stripping her shirt and bra as she went. The scars on her back were faint, but visible, stark white lines haphazardly placed by her father. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dogchasingcars
2009-05-07 09:17 pm UTC (link)

He turned, following after at an easy pace, watching her crawling and stripping and generally worming her way into the best of fantasies. Christ, this was the sort of thing that got you hard just thinking about it, let alone seeing it play out in front of you.

He ditched his shirt along the way, tossing it off to the side as he came up to the couch. He had scars of his own under his shirt, to match the ones on his face, lines and pockmarks scattered haphazardly over a toned, pale chest. Supervillainy, as it turned out, did wonders for the abs. He'd considered selling it as some sort of a plan.

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toitshour
2009-05-07 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Candy was stretched out on the couch, looking at him. Somehow he was less intimidating when he was shirtless - an actor without the costume - and she reached out for him once he'd gotten close. He'd said he was okay with her inexperience, which was something she was holding for granted. Unbuckling his belt with one hand, she looked up at him. It was an odd sensation: on one hand she was turned on, bucking her hips, and on the other, she was watching him out of the corner of her eye for any bladed weaponry.

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dogchasingcars
2009-05-07 09:40 pm UTC (link)

He'd considered bringing knives to the sex fight--he honestly had. Because knives, they made things more fun for everyone. Well, more fun for him, generally, but still.

He'd decided against it in the end, although that tension between them that came from trying to kill one another before just made it all the sweeter, in his opinion. He straddled her, leaning in to kiss her again as she was taking his belt off. His hands--grimy, makeup-stained and nails cracked--slid along her stomach. God, she was smooth. Mm.

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toitshour
2009-05-07 09:45 pm UTC (link)

She was fortunate in that she had a convenient garrote no matter where she went - light was a very durable thing. But she found herself growing more unable to focus, especially when he touched her. Candy knew she'd have to shower afterward, but it didn't matter in that moment.

Shivering as his hand ran along the skin of her stomach, Candy found herself cooing Jack's name and pulling him closer. She would never, ever live this down.

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	dogchasingcars 2009-05-07 09:53 pm UTC (link)
	He lowered his head and bit her neck, dragging his teeth. he wanted bruises--bruises would be good. He reached down at the same time, aiming to get rid of her skirt. Fast and dirty? Exactly as planned, as far as he was considered. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	toitshour 2009-05-07 10:04 pm UTC (link)
	The bites to her neck stung at first, but oddly enough once she was used to them, made her scrabble at his back, fingernails running down hard. She bit her lip, gritting her teeth and opened an eye. "Condom." On that, she'd be firm. No crazy clown STDs or kids for her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dogchasingcars
2009-05-07 10:10 pm UTC (link)

He pulled away reluctantly--the little noises she made when bitten made him hum with amusement. Thankfully, he'd come prepared. He produced a condom from his pocket with a flourish, then proceeded got rid of his pants and boxers (white, covered in red hearts). He pulled it on smoothly, and, if nothing, else, proved that he did likely have the experience he claimed to.

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	toitshour 2009-05-07 10:17 pm UTC (link)
	Well, that was good. She felt more comfortable, and shifted her weight a little bit, licking her lower lip. "Hurry up." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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