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I close the bathroom door and turn on the light. Then I catch a glimpse in the mirror that halts me in my tracks.
I’m a complete mess. Between the rain and my tears, most of my makeup has been haphazardly washed away. Beneath thedark smudges of black eyeliner, my eye shadow has left a blue trail of tears running down each cheek.
My lips tug up slightly, and the smile with my hair and clothes dripping wet and my makeup a mess… it makes me look a little crazy.
Maybe I should have done my makeup like this tonight.
To be honest, this is probably how Harley would look after years of loving her Joker. Sad, utterly unhinged, and maybe a little lost.
With all that’s happened tonight and the thoughts and feelings I’ve been having, it’s hard not to wonder if this is whatmysoul will look like after years of loving Dare.
I push the thought away and turn on the shower, then I scrub myself clean until the hot water runs out.
I planned to keep my costume, but looking at the ruined tights makes me angry, so I wad up the whole outfit and stuff it into the trash can beside the sink.
Once I’ve done my skincare routine and brushed out my hair, I feel a little more like myself. I didn’t bring pajamas with me, so I step into our bedroom wearing just a fluffy white bath towel.
Dare’s on his side of the bed relaxing with a book open, but his gaze drifts to me when I come in, then his lips tug up and his eyes soften with interest.
I’m a bit hesitant when he crooks his finger to summon me to the bed, but I climb on anyway.
“I was going to get some clothes,” I tell him.
“No need.” He grabs the loose end of my towel and pulls it free.
The hot shower has left my skin flushed, but I feel a chilly draft when my naked body is completely exposed.
“Beautiful,” Dare murmurs reverently, pulling me on top of him, but not with any roughness.
My hesitance begins to fade when he leans in, inhaling the scent of my clean skin and then pressing his lips against my neck.
Softness.
His touch is firm but gentle as he keeps me from fleeing, but then his kisses trail down my neck and over my collarbone, and a rush of excitement hits me between the legs because I know where he’s going next.
When he takes the peak of my breast between his lips, a soft sound of surrender escapes me. His tongue flicks at my nipple, and I gasp, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer.
He knows he has me, and I’ve been too slippery tonight to risk losing his grip again, so he braces his hands beneath my ass and re-situates me right on his cock. I moan as it impales me, and when I’m so full of him I can scarcely breathe, he claims my mouth.
His kiss doesn’t demand as much from me this time.
His body doesn’t, either.
He lets me have the kind of sex I enjoy tonight, slow and passionate and tender. His masterful fingers bring me to climax first, then I come again on his cock and it’s so intense, all the strength leaves my body.
When we’re finished and our sweaty bodies tangle together in the sheets, I feel cleaner than I have all night. When he kissesthe ball of my shoulder just because I’m close enough that he can, I feel safe and loved.
A doubt niggles at the back of my brain, telling me the safety is an illusion, reminding me how I felt not that long ago.
But my body is sated and my defenses are down, and when Dare’s hand slides between my legs and he toys with my pussy again, I feel an impossible rekindling of the hunger he just satisfied.
“Are you serious?” I mutter.
He smirks, petting my pussy like it’s his perfectly trained pet. “You know I can never get enough of you.”
Reluctantly, sleepily, I smile. “Can I at least get a drink first?”
“I would,” he says. “You’re gonna need it.”
