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[you utter rascal, you!]

We're putting a lot of stock in the concept that Joker even likes me, though.

Oh. He does.

[RIGHT. TIME TO SPILL JOKER'S SECRETS]

I asked.

Oh.

[he feels weird, but in a kind of good way? butterflies swirl in his stomach in a combination of nervousness and excitement, and his lips quirk into a smile for a moment.]

Well. Then I guess we'll need to have a conversation.

Yeah. Probably.

[Mars's mouth is curved into a grin now, and his hands slide from Lily's cheeks to his wrists, which he grasps tightly]

But not yet.

Whenever you're ready.

[mm? what are you planning there, bud? Lily quirks a brow at him, but he's clearly listening intently. you know he loves your cheeky smirks, you fiend!!]

[hah. Mars raises his brows in return, fingers flexing across Lily's wrists]

[and then, without warning, he tugs Lily into the nearest (dark) alleyway, away from the prying eyes of the public (but probably not the audience, which he is. . . forgetting exists right now). and once they're tucked stealthily in the shadows? poor Lily is getting shoved up against the nearest brick wall and kissed rather ferociously]

[poor Lily you say, as if he's not absolutely into this. he can't help but immediately moan a little against Mars' mouth, lips immediately parting and pliable, receptive to Mars' advances; he really, really liked it when Mars was assertive and domineering, which was probably obvious by this point in their relationship.

but if that's how he's playing it, he's gonna grasp Mars' hips and pull, making sure their bodies are flush together.]

[it's extremely obvious at this point in their relationship, especially since they've had a couple of romps since their very first one. Mars is figuring out that he likes being assertive and domineering, so he and Lily fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. and that thought is warm and exciting all in one]

[Mars is more than happy to move along with Lily's tugging, to slide up against him, to press him even more tightly against the wall with his hips. his hands cradle against the lines of Lily's jaw as he kisses him, taking advantage of those parted lips to explore a familiar and already extremely addicting taste. will either of them realize that the audience can see him??]

[. . . probably not]

[surely the audience can't see into dark alleys, right? they can pda in peace, right?

...no, this is almost definitely where the producers would've stuck a camera, they're totally fucked.

good thing lily doesn't care right now!!

well, maybe enough to at least not grind up against Mars, he's not sure how he feels about the idea of getting down and dirty in an alleyway (oh, and cameras or whatever), but he is totally and completely down with being swept away in a very passionate kiss, which is quickly turning his stomach on itself in the best of ways.

he lets himself melt into Mars' touch, a soft noise of approval bubbling up despite himself. it's not very often you get thrown against a wall after all, and he's finding he very well may enjoy it. but then again, Lily always liked it when Mars pinned him down, so was it really a surprise?

his tongue slides out to tangle with Mars', privately approving of a less nicotine tinged taste at the moment. his arms wrap around Mars' neck, fingers digging in a little in the back of his jacket, and he just lets himself lose everything else around him, all the stray thoughts, focusing entirely on Mars.]

[Lily may not be sure how he feels about getting down and dirty in an alleyway, but Mars is into it, that's for sure. Mars lets out an approving noise of his own, a low guttural sound that sounds like a purr as he drinks Lily in. the way he tastes and feels and smells and sounds, and eventually he jerks back from the kiss with a sharp gasp so he can drink in the way he looks, too]

You wanna. . .

[he breathes, before he leans in again to press his lips against Lily's neck]

Right here? Or do you wanna go back to the dorms. . .

[well. so much for the cafe]

[he'd been in the mood for coffee, but this was taking a much more interesting turn that he was starting to get kind of into; there was a certain thrill to knowing you may get caught, he was realizing.]

If you'd like to indulge me, there's something I want to try.

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