Room 405, Friday evening
Joker lay on his back, catching his breath, and beamed at Eleanor. "Who's the man?" he asked. "C'mon, say it, who's the man?"
Because he hadn't even realized how delicate and careful they had been together up until now, now that he could take more weight on his arms, now that he could get better leverage and better angles. His bones were getting stronger.
He felt naked all of a sudden. Not because he was naked -- although he was -- but because without his shirt on, Eleanor could see his necklace. His magic charm. And he wasn't entirely sure why, but he wanted to keep that private, wanted it to be his secret. Maybe she hadn't really noticed?
[OOC: For the one. NSFW.]
Because he hadn't even realized how delicate and careful they had been together up until now, now that he could take more weight on his arms, now that he could get better leverage and better angles. His bones were getting stronger.
He felt naked all of a sudden. Not because he was naked -- although he was -- but because without his shirt on, Eleanor could see his necklace. His magic charm. And he wasn't entirely sure why, but he wanted to keep that private, wanted it to be his secret. Maybe she hadn't really noticed?
[OOC: For the one. NSFW.]