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He comes around the corner with his usual arrogant swagger, on his way to peacing the fuck out. Sometimes the Waverider and all its many (many) occupants gets to him in the worst way and he just needs to get away, at least for a little while. Good thing traveling through time lends itself to being flaky as all hell, pun begrudgingly intended. Gaze fixed on his own boots, he never has the chance to see her crossing his path, though he inhales a sharp burst of her perfume as he automatically reaches out to steady her. His heartrate quickens, breath thinning out as his head slowly picks up and catches her eyes - too deep and dark for him not to immediately latch onto.

"Sorry, luv. Should watch where I'm going..." His fingers subtly grip Zari's skin, unwilling or unable to let go right away under the guise of making sure she's steady. The truth is he's been caught out and it will be hard to explain what he was doing heading down the corridor to the jump-ship. "Anything I can do to persuade you to keep this from our noble leader?"

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He was honestly expecting her to reject him, despite all they've shared in the last day or so. Maybe that's why, really, most people get sick of him at a certain point; but she doesn't seem to have had her fill yet. It's something he can't think too deeply about anyway with her tongue in his mouth. John looses a guttural sound against her lips, knowing that this union will have to be much quicker than last night, but there's a certain beauty to that as well.

John kisses her back until his lungs burn, sliding backward until he finds the edge of the tub. Once there, it's easy to pull her into his lap, taking a much-needed moment to breathe, his grip on her back becoming proprietary without his notice.

"Lucky for you I live for lectures." Always with the jokes, even when he can barely speak he's so out of breath, only losing more control when their hips slot in together. His head lolls back as he struggles to keep his eyes open already, the move once more exposing the angry mark she left him.

Zari lets out a satisfied sigh as they slot back together. John is making jokes, great for him, she's staring down at the man without even an ounce of subtlety; all hunger. She can't even fathom being sick of him now or ever when he looks this good beneath her. The mark only adds to it. At least for now he's hers and that really does it for Zari. The way he holds her only makes it sweeter.

"God, you look amazing." Her hand goes between them in the water, find his member, and stroking a thumb along the base carefully. She really shouldn't tease him, but... "You sure you're up for this? You seem tired."

The compliment gets to him, as simple as it is, his length surging to life in her grip. He is tired, but he's always tired; and he couldn't fathom ever being too tired for this as long as he lives.

"Might need another nap after this," he counters, one hand slipping down to grope her backside while his hips grind shamelessly up into her hand. John makes a show of contemplating even with everything going on between their bodies, resting his forehead against hers after a moment. "Worth it."

She shivers against as his hands grope such a sensitive spot. Zari nudges her nose against him in a lazy Eskimo kiss. "Uh-huh. I think you just want another excuse to cuddle." Her fingers trail down his length slowly before picking up speed. She's unsure about where she's taking it. The way he grinds into her head makes her feel powerful. Zari figures there's worse things to do than chase that particular high of owning John when they're already running late.

"And so what if I do?" he just barely manages, voice going high at the end there. It's not easy to banter when she's doing everything in her power to wind him up, but somehow he doesn't think she'll hold it against him. From where he's groping her still, two fingers slip lower, seeking out the core of her. He wants to feel how wet she is just from touching him and he isn't disappointed as his fingers dip in past her folds, feeling her wetness even through the bath water surrounding them.

John opens his mouth to say something, but once his eyes lock on hers again, words flee his mind. Instead, his lips close over hers in a passionate kiss just over the line of gentle, one digit slowly breaching her as his tongue sweeps into her mouth. "Please..." he hisses breathlessly as the kiss breaks, not sure how to ask for what he needs, but this isn't enough anymore; and he's counting on her to want to keep taking control.

She moans softly against his mouth as the digit enters her. Zari presses her mouth hard against his to steal another kiss, already feeling them swell from the violence on her end. Her gaze is dark as they part for air, Cheshire smile back in full force. "Since you asked nicely." She stops pumping, holding firm on his member as she guides his hand away from her entrance so she can replace it with that. A shudder courses through her body as she lowers herself down onto him. They're just as perfect as the first time. It absolutely messes with her.

Zari stares down at him for a moment, unable to articulate what exactly she is feeling as their breaths mingle so she doesn't. "Better?" She asks huskily as she begins to rock against him. Better to be present than decode what meeting his eyes when they're like this does to her. The way that makes her feel is way too dangerous for someone she's only known for a hot minute.

He loves that smile on her, and that he can inspire it. Usually he wouldn't allow someone to dominate him so completely, but her excitement in it excites him in turn; and perhaps a part of him wants to give himself over to her completely, to lose himself in her.

"Much," he admits on a sigh, hips grinding back against hers lazily as his head lolls back against the lip of the tub. His hands rise to her waist, anchoring himself in her skin even while he meets her gaze unwaveringly. There's something in Zari's eyes that he can't identify, but he cherishes the expression all the same, unknowingly mirroring it as they move together.

Connection is probably the right word for it. She feels a bond that's powerful and difficult to describe. Frankly, it has no business being there. Zari can't bring herself to resent it anymore now than when they locked eyes during the play. She should have known where this was going when playing at being his lover was as easy as breathing.

Zari cuts it off reluctantly, eyes fluttering shut as she moves against him at a more punishing pace. One hand anchors at the edge of the tub near his head and the other his shoulder, nails sinking into the tender flesh. It isn't sustainable, but it'll get them off. She knows she can't realistically spend all her days getting lost in his eyes even if the prospect is beyond tempting every time she lets that gaze draw her in.

It's trading one pleasure for another. It feels fantastic to set the pace, take control, and feel him beneath her. Zari drops her head against his throat, breathing heavily against it and moaning as they move together.

While he isn't necessarily some grand romantic, he knows better by now than to question 'meant-to-be.' He stares at her until she closes her eyes, and it's right about the time he feels overwhelmed himself. His moans match hers in pitch and volume, one hand rising to cup the back of her neck when she rests against him.

"Zari...." It's a strained whisper, dropped in her ear as he alternates between meeting her pace and laying back to let her take what she needs. Both are intoxicating in their own way and it doesn't take long for him to feel the edge coming closer and closer. "Together?" he mumbles, barely audible over the din of their bodies and the slosh of water. It seems like tradition already; almost ridiculous how well their skin seems to know one another's after one time together.

She loves the way he says her name. Maybe it's the ridiculous accent, but he makes it sound beautiful. Zari presses a wet kiss against his throat in thanks as she feels her own edge come up. She waits for him to vocalize it, determined they go together. It's what feels right. She smiles against his skin once does. "Always." She makes it sound like a promise; means it even. What a dangerous game she's playing.

She tumbles over with him in seconds, riding it out until she's sure they've both gotten everything they can out of this. For a moment after she just lays against John and wonders if it will always be this painful to separate from him. The intense joy she feels up until the last second is too sweet to give up.

She does it anyways, water sloshing back as she retreats to the other side of the tub to grab the soap and wash herself again. He's going to be bad for her skincare routine. "Don't even think of asking. You're washing yourself this time, temptress."

Always. It clutches a vice around his heart and squeezes tight. He feels his eyes fill with water and hides his face in her hair, breaths coming in short bursts until she helps him follow her off the ledge. In the last few seconds he has, John's hands roam her body possessively like it might be his only chance to memorize it, at least for a long time to come. The way she moves her body wrings him out thoroughly, orgasm drawn out as his cries smother against her throat. He deals her a bite there, at the juncture of her clavicle, a reminder of him to mirror the mark she gave him with slightly more subtlety.

It takes him long beats to recover afterward, confusion spilling into his expression when she starts pulling away so soon. He knows they've been selfish; and that they have to get back ASAP, but that doesn't stop him from feeling abandoned by the sudden loss of her presence. He clutches at her back but ultimately lets her go, quickly turning his face so she can't see the devastation writ across it.

A smoky chuckle drifts up to the ceiling at her criticism, echoing off the now chilled water in a way that makes him sound almost hysterical. Maybe he is. John splashes some water on himself and scrubs a hand over his face before climbing out unceremoniously, dripping on the way to his towel. As much as he enjoys a bath, he's well clean enough by his usual standards. He's already washed up twice in 24 hours, she'll get over it eventually, he reasons.

"Oh, I'm the temptress, am I? 'Cause I remember it differently from just a minute ago..." He's back to his old self, sharky smile and all, like nothing ever happened. He hangs back just to tease her apparently, or maybe it's because he's already rather grown accustomed to watching her during intimate moments. Might be becoming addicted to it, even. "And now who's got sex hair?" He runs a hand through his squeaky clean locks indicatively, letting it stick up every which way as usual on the way to reluctantly hunting down his clothes.

The way he clutched at her back hurt her heart. She refuses to let herself feel any regret over it. Ava was the first person to give her a chance; to talk to her like a real person in ages. It feels disrespectful to extend it this any longer. She makes the second clean up quick as she can. The truth is she is might have felt slighted by the quick change in persona if he wasn't hanging around watching. It doesn't seem much has changed in their weirdly intimate relationship.

She rolls her eyes at his comment. Zari isn't taking the bait until he mentions hair. She glances down to realize that ends of her hair are soaked. She reaches out to touch a lock higher up and groans. That's definitely frizz from that time he splashed her... and you know. The sex. She is going to murder him. "Hey!" Zari quickly refills the pitcher with clean water so she can dump it on herself. She pulls out the plug and moves to carefully exit the tub.

"You better have a spell to fix this because I know you don't have conditioner." Even she's not sure if she's serious. Hey, at least the view is good while she's yelling at his back. He really has a nice butt for a guy who spends all his time drinking. Maybe it's a magic thing. She's not going to let that distract her from yelling at him because her hair!! She's wounded. :'(

"And stop dripping everywhere! You're going to crack one of our heads open!" She will continue to walk very carefully to her towel so she can dry off. Seriously!! So rude!!!

John rolls his eyes, but snaps his fingers, muttering a brief incantation. Her hair is sleek and smooth and the floor is once again dry.

"You're lucky I like your head in one piece." On two counts. He makes an effort to at least cursorily dry himself off for her benefit more than anything, then hooks the towel around his neck, pretending he doesn't notice her ogling. "Every spell has a cost, you know." So what did they pay for great hair? He's smiling in that obnoxious, lopsided way as he pulls on his wrinkled pants for what feels like the thousandth time.

Reluctantly, Zari tears her eyes away in favor of drying herself and examining her hair. She's actually impressed despite herself. That is a useful trick. If not for his follow up, she thinks she'd ask him to do it again in the future. She manages to suppress a worried frown creeping up the corners of her mouth by pretending to be annoyed with that obnoxious smile of his.

"Really? So what do you have split ends now or something?" It's not like she cares!! Except low key she does. Please tell her.

"Hm, too soon to tell, but..." He buttons his trousers and pokes around his face until he finds something. "Is this a new wrinkle?" John is 100% already bracing for her to hit him again, but he'll still jump when she does.

He is so freaking weird. Zari doesn't let that distract her as she quickly puts on her shorts and bra. She's pulling her dress back on when he asks if it's a wrinkle. Now she's glad she bullied him into clearing the floor.

Zari closes the distance between them to slap his arm. "That's not funny! I swear you're actually ten." She reprimands. It'd probably sound more compelling if she remembered to finish pulling the straps of her dress up before yelling at him.

He flinches as expected, but his grin grows wider anyway. Instead of focusing on himself like he should be, it's too good an opportunity to pass up and John reaches out, gently pulling the straps of her dress up her arms and resting them where they belong high on her shoulders.

"I wish, luv. Then the wrinkles would be a non-issue." He winks at her while pulling on his hopelessly rumpled shirt and hastily buttoning it up this time before they can get distracted again. It probably says something introspective about him that he used a glamour spell on her hair but refuses to do so for his dirty clothes. He can get a change when they get back to the ship assuming they aren't immediately whisked off the second they get there - in which case his clothes will just get ruined anyway. He struggles with the tie next, undoing the knot she put in it after a few tries.

It's really hard to be annoyed with John when he does something that sweet. Zari still vows to try anyways as she steps into her heels again. She pulls her jean jacket back on as she watches him struggle with removing the knot from his tie. That one is on her so reaches over to firm grasp it.

"I've got it." Zari gets to work in case he tries to refuse her, smoothing out the material with the warmth of her hand and getting to work putting it on. It's with the practiced ease of a woman who has done this a million times for her baby brother. Sometimes it'd be the only thing that would get them to cooperate with each other so she clearly enjoys the task.

She smooths out his shirt along his shoulders when it's done. It barely helps, but Zari can't resist. "There. Now you look slightly less like a creep my security team would tackle." She flashes a sweet smile before turning on her heel to leave. Does she even know where she's going? Not really, but she power walks her way out anyways. It'll come to her.

He relinquishes his hold on the tie out of surprise more than anything, having expected her to already be gone by the time he got it on. It feels intimate in a way he can't place, probably because no one's ever done this for him before. It's a specific kind of caretaking, like her washing him in the tub, and it makes his heart feel like it's going to shatter inside his chest.

"Wow, I'm almost insulted," is his lame recovery, watching her go while knowing full well he never showed her where the portal is and now it's cloaked so she really won't get out without him. It just means he can take his fool time, really, though he doesn't hang back too long, hastily getting his boots and coat back on and cursorily checking his reflection before trotting down the stairs after her. He notices on his way by that she took her lip gloss back and it makes him smile though he isn't sure why.

He finds her wandering around and gently grabs her elbow, steering her back towards a safer spot. "Maybe don't go dallying about in a place like this, luv." You never know what could be waiting for you around the corner... He points ahead to the portal, though it's invisible at the moment. "Look straight ahead, then look away, your peripheral will catch the spell."

John waits for her to obey, letting go to use both hands to open the gate back up, his eyes glowing briefly and a fiery pentagram appearing before him as the doorway slowly opens back onto the Waverider.

"Go on then. I'll be just behind." He winks at her again, holding the door open so that when he passes through it'll disappear.

She absolutely uses her head start to snoop around. After stealing the lip gloss back because she's too lazy to go back to her time and buy another. Zari flashes an easy smile when he redirects her. "I think you should worry more about them running into me." She boasts as she allows herself to be moved.

Zari follows the directions, glancing over at the impressive display and wink with a raised brow. She remarks blandly: "Wow. You're like a B-movie special effect brought to life." She leaves him with that, walking straight through without a second's hesitation once it's fully opened.

She exits his room without breaking her stride, only hanging back long enough to antagonize him. Zari waves the lip gloss in front of herself and winks. "Better luck next time, magic man." Now she is taking off to her room to finish getting ready and also to ditch Team Captain Mom. Good luck with them!!

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