nifties | You let the Devil in 😈

The shiver her words draw is very real, and his usual quip goes by the wayside as a result. When she reaches for his hand, he can't help the stupid grin that spreads across his face as he squeezes hers back and similarly enjoys the simplicity while it lasts. He hardly expects it to for long, after all. It's refreshing to walk by each hut and not know who's staying there and not care besides. This trip is about them and only them and it's heady.

"Alright, my darling," he agrees in the most British way imaginable before trying to make himself comfortable in her absence.

Still, old habits die hard and John has to take a lap around the living space to make certain they're alone. He pokes inside the bags they left like there's going to be a bomb inside before eventually making his way to the fridge and finding it stocked with her cucumber water, of course. John kicks off the white sneakers he's realizing he can never wear again or he'll immediately ruin them and takes a long drink of water. He makes his way to a chair in the center of the room and drops into it, one eye on the looming sunset while the other stays trained on the door she'll be coming out of.

It is a fun game. She enjoys every reaction she can get out of John. It is like a rush that never gets old. Even playing dress up for him is another way of chasing it. Zari has to admit to herself in the privacy of the room with a dozen choices in front of her that's she is nervous even if it's meant to be fun for them. She really wants John to like her choices. A part of Zari worries he'll laugh or find the whole thing ridiculous. She pushes aside those insecurities and decides to lead with one of her favorites. It takes a good fifteen minutes to change her make up a little to fit the look and put on the jewelry. Zari emerges in a black satin chemise, gold headpiece, and gold heels. She goes with a simple gold shadow and darkens her eye liner to finish off the look.

Zari puts on her best runaway smile and starts her walk towards John. It's easier when she pretends it's a show. Her strut is confident and well-practiced. It wouldn't be out of place in an actual show if it weren't for the exposed nipples and the fact that every time she sets her foot down hard the satin pulls up just enough to make it clear there are no panties underneath. She stops in front of John, doing a soft turn just to show off before stopping for good.

"What do you think? I wanted to recreate the Cleopatra look, but all the fabric choices were awful. I think I captured the spirit of it." She waits there with one hand on her hip for the verdict.

Fifteen minutes is more than enough time for a neurotic such as John to get antsy. By the time she comes out, one leg is bouncing while the opposite hand grips his water bottle far too tightly. Though he's been drinking on and off in her absence, his throat immediately dries up at the first glimpse of her and he knows he has to put his water down. He lurches forward to set it on the floor and holds his breath as those gold shoes catch the low light invitingly. He licks his lips as his gaze tracks upward almost comically slow, not wanting to rush any part of the reveal.

He can't speak at first, and his eyes keep darting back to her hip, enjoying the tease of seeing her shape through the clothing while still leaving enough up to imagination. Overwhelmed by the desire to touch, his every nerve ending calls out for her, frustration seeping in when she stops just out of his reach. It gives him a chance to notice the detailing on her eyes that wasn't there earlier, he doesn't think, and he's mesmerized by the way the piece in her hair glitters along with her eyeshadow harmoniously.

"Not thinking much of anything at the moment," he eventually manages, voice tellingly hoarse and low as he considers his next move. If he didn't feel ridiculous before in this outfit, now next to her he most certainly does. His chin tips up, so appreciating this vantage point as the retreating lights from outside halo her form pleasantly and he makes a desperate reach for her hand, needing something to ground himself. He knows she needs some type of validation, but all he can do is gaze at her in awe for a long beat before coming out with a tried and true line. " But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and you, my darling, are the Sun..."

A dusky paint colors her cheeks at the quote. That's better than a thousand cheesy lines about how hot she is. It never gets old being reminded of where the spark of them began. While some might consider it a bad omen to be compared to a tragic lover, Zari embraces it. Her love isn't unlike Juliet's; endless and bountiful. She longs for her lover's embrace just as deeply as that maiden.

She laces her fingers with his, moving in closer to sit on his lap. Zari is careful that the satin rests on his thigh out of habit. Her free hand goes to cup his face before leaning in for a kiss to convey her approval. This is all for him, but it still means something to hear his appreciation.

Color rises to his cheeks to mirror her own, though of course more red against his paler skin. A sharp inhale bursts the bubble between them as she sits, and his own posture becomes more supportive of her form as a result even as his thumb traces the veins over the back of her hand. He kisses her back deeply, abandoning himself against her more fully than he ever dared to aboard the Waverider and letting loose a tiny sound of need against her lips. His other hand palms her hip and then slowly smooths down her bare leg, resting at the top of one of those killer heels as her surrounding him steals his breath even more surely than her mouth.

"You're breathtaking if I didn't make that abundantly clear," he speaks up when the kiss breaks a moment, appropriately out-of-breath as he pledges it.

She follows his lead even if truthfully there is little holding back for Zari once they're in private. She's never nearly as breathless when they part. Her eyes are watery from emotion that all this intimacy brings up. She looks at John fondly, eyes impossibly warm as they meet his. "All for you." Zari promises. She's in the habit of making herself up for others. She tailors her image to fit what they desire in many ways.

This is special all the same; just a small act of love given from the purest place. The hand on his face trails down to touch the open neckline of his romper, settling at the point of the v. "You gave me what I want. Tell me what you need. There are so many things we can do before we hit that bath..." One of her nails gently pries open a button on his new romper. She thinks she knows based that tiny sound what it'll be. She is serious about letting John call the shots today. It's not easy giving up control, but she trusts him more than anything. This is just another way of showing it.

It's impossible for him to look at her this close and not be near tears himself, but he's grateful he holds it back when her cool hand touches his chest and starts heating up on contact. She says it's for him and he has no choice to believe her because for once: there's no one else here, not even in ideation. It's overwhelming to have her to himself this way, let alone with what she infers next.

"You're killing me, luv," he complains baselessly, front shifting into her hands so she can easier get at the million buttons on this ridiculous suit. It's a good reminder that she maybe owes him just a little for making him suffer!!! There are so many things he's tempted to ask for, but the role-reversal is almost as taxing on John as it must be on Zari. It's especially difficult when just being near her is already more than he could ever hope to deserve. "But you could start by helping me get this thing off." He wouldn't be him if he didn't act put upon the whole way down; and it helps that he really loves being undressed by her anyway.

Her hand unlaces from his so she can meet the request. Zari smiles in amusement at the complaint. "Fineee, but only because it's permanently in my brain now." This is pretty tame all things considered. John is a complicated man aka a man with many, many feels. She has to let him process those on his own time.

She deliberately takes her time undoing the buttons naturally. They do have the time now. "I guess it must be tough having a sexy girlfriend who wants you all the time. Maybe we should try knitting. That's a good hobby for old people, right?" She jokes as she starts to work the romper off his shoulders. They'll have to get up in a second to properly get this thing off. Zari still drags out the motion, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone again once it's exposed.

He goes practically liquid beneath her ministrations, enjoying her now as much as ever and just feeling lucky she ever pays him any attention. "I'll wear it again... if you're good," he promises, winking cheesily even as his newly freed hand comes up to brace against her shoulder. Though he feels like maybe she should've dressed him like Caeser for this particular fantasy, he leaves it unvoiced mostly because his senses are already full to the brim with her. John chuckles at her follow-up suggestion, reluctantly dropping his hand again so she can work the top of the garment off. It's only then that he starts to get a grasp on what he wants, and while he's never been shy to ask anything of anyone in this context; Zari still makes him nervous in any context. That's how he knows that this between them is real, of course. That and he's ridiculously into her essentially just taking his shirt off while roasting him. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I left my needles behind."

His eyes flutter closed at the sweet kiss, hips starting to lift up off the chair as her hands expertly trail lower. John's opposite hand reaches out for her shoulder again, already very obviously interested in their proximity and unable to contain himself.

"But yes, it is... immensely difficult. More than you could ever understand." When dark eyes come open again, they're nearly black with pure desire for her, wheels turning behind them to try and formulate his request. He takes care to use the wording she gave him, though for some insane reason he keeps anticipating a rejection that never comes. "I need... I need you, on your knees." Flames flash in his gaze as he finally puts words behind desire he's stoked in his belly for so long. He knows with her looking like this he might not last long at all if she obliges, but he's willing to wrestle with that predicament if he's fortunate enough to find himself in it.

"Generous." Zari quips, amused by the banter as ever. She notices his growing interest in her. It is extremely satisfying to see how little it takes to work him up as she continues to strip him. She waits patiently for John to get with the program, pulling the romper all the way down as his hips lift. An eye brow raises at the request, smiling that Cheshire smile he should be used to by now. It's fairly ordinary to have him naked before her. This is different. Zari likes it.

She's not really the kind of girl who spends much time in this position but, for John? She can be flexible; loves it even. "Is that all?" She asks huskily even as she goes to comply, dropping the romper and his underwear off to the side. Zari takes her heels once she's on the the floor, using the opportunity to tease John and distract from the practical need driving her task. "You really need to get more specific, ātashé del-am. What do you need now that I'm here?"

That smile always means he's in trouble on one level or another, and now is no exception. His heart flutters dangerously when she drops to the floor, apparently not exaggerating about tonight being his night. He leans over to strip his socks off and to give himself a moment before he actually does pass out. If he were still a smoker, his heart would have 100% exploded by now. When he's done his simple task he finds her face all too close to hers as that foreign endearment rolls criminally off her tongue. She really loves to torture him and it never stops being sexy to him, even when she paints him into a corner this way.

"You make me more nervous than I've ever been, even facing the likes of Evil." John has to point it out, partially to give himself time to calm some, but also because he really needs her to know. He's been with people wildly out of his league before, obviously, but it never made him sweat like this before Zari. He gulps in a breath for what's next, as ever taking comfort in the fact that she could easily call this whole thing off if she wanted and tell him no at any time. He licks his lips and finally gets with the program, leaning back against the chair so he can take her in from this new angle. It's a head rush, to say the least. "Need your delicate hands on me, luv... And that gorgeous, perfect mouth."

That smiles doesn't dim at all. Zari reaches slowly over to touch his hip, fingers gliding over the bone gently. That admission makes her feel invincible. She doesn't quite get what he does anymore than he does her. Zari knows he's the best at it just like she is. The fact that an influencer can do this to him is everything.

"That's because they don't have any power over you." She traces the line down to his member, fingers delicately wrapping around it as if to illustrate her point. "I do." She moves in closer to his manhood, exhaling audibly against it. It isn't a proud boast; just a matter of fact. Even when she tries to hand some of it over, Zari knows she holds all the cards here. "But, that doesn't mean I can't give you what you need. All you have to do is ask." She looks up to catch his eyes for a second before leaning the rest of the way so she can make offer up small kitten lick against the tip. As usual she drags out the game just as long as he does if not more.

A rosy flush takes over his chest, creeping up his throat and eventually settling high on his cheeks. He hates how cherry red he turns during moments like these where her skintone makes pink look so much more attractive. John's fingers dig into the arms of the chair as she teases him, raising gooseflesh on her way to the final destination. The moment her soft palm closes around him he has to close his eyes, head tipping back as he releases a throaty groan, perhaps a reaction to her words even moreso than her touch.

"Yeah, you do," he admits in a bemused stage whisper, knowing how much she loves that about their dynamic. He's never allowed anyone to own him this way, but even he has to admit how good it feels to completely let go. Her statement, though seductive, brings more consciousness to the moment than she probably intended and he forces himself to train his eyes forward again, licking already dry lips as he watches. Even on her knees before him, she completely controls the scene and it's obvious in every tiny minutia of the way they interact. "...Anything I need?" he challenges, breathily, inhaling sharply a second later at that little lick. It takes everything he has to keep still, but as ever he's just as determined as she is to draw things out to their fullest.

Zari doesn't elect to answer right away. She takes one lick and then another as if debating on whether she wants to continue tasting him. She soon escalates to taking just the tip of him into her mouth, sucking gently for a few seconds before letting go with a soft pop. It's only then that Zari seems to remember he said anything at all.

"Anything." Zari pledges though she adds on with a few seconds. "Within reason. No one likes a greedy prince." She chastises as she resumes meeting his needs. Zari takes only a little more in than last time, gently working her tongue over his length as she listens carefully for feedback. Zari is usually rougher with John, but considering the positioning she opts for a more gentle approach this time. She isn't sure how he'll respond to it until he does.

Gentle is a good approach considering how overwhelmed he is already and how tuned in to her every movement. The moment her mouth closes around him, his eyes roll back into his head and his breathing grows deeper and louder; reminding himself he can make as much noise as he wants here and Zari will want to hear his appreciation.

"No promises," he huffs out, trying to keep up with the banter but she may have found the one act that renders Constantine speechless. He's missing immensely his hands on her, but there will be plenty of time to feel that silk against his bare skin later and just the thought looses a groan from his lips. She makes him greedy though he's already too far gone to tell her so aloud, he can never get enough even when she's being particularly mean.

They both know she's okay with how much he wants her. It fills a void left by a fair share of shallow, emotionally distant lovers. That's not something Zari is considering at the moment. It's just them indulging in every little thing that springs to mind. Every noise he makes just encourages and arouses Zari in equal measure. She does her best to manage to growing pressure between her legs at his groans as the blood rushes down.

He is unusually quiet, another turn on considering how often he says the wrong thing while they make love. This is definitely more fun than outright gagging him. All that said, Zari takes what she hears and decides to ramp it up a little.

She breathes in through her nose deeply. It's all the warning John gets before she takes him in the rest of the way, holding him in towards the left side her of mouth without any thought for how lewd it must look. Zari holds it for as long as she can, letting John feel the warmth and softness of her mouth until just a second before her gag reflex kicks in. She pulls away completely with only her hand left to grip the shaft, thumb swiping over the skin in consolation.

Zari smiles in satisfaction as she works to catch her breath, wondering what sounds the sudden temperature change will inspire. "Have it your way. I did make a promise." She reminds him breathlessly. There is fun to be had in playing this role for the day.

John moans out her name at the sudden shift, forcing his eyes open as his nails dig deeper into the upholstery and his glassy gaze settles on her again. Even in this position, her power is inherent and it causes his breath to speed up, his hips twitching with the imperative to snap forward though he never allows himself to follow through. Her mouth feels hot and perfect around him, and he's already so close any friction might tip him over the edge; an indulgence he won't allow himself until she's satisfied, something he does more for himself than her which is why the urge remains in tact on "his day."

He gasps aloud, head falling back again when she suddenly lets him back into open air. It causes his cock to bob involuntarily before her hand fills the void as he can't help but lean into her touch as much as possible. Usually, he would beg for her now, but she wanted to change up the game, so when he opens his mouth it isn't desperate drivelings but a stern, clear command that surprises even himself. "Just your hand now. Kiss me."

He surprises her by committing to his side of things. Zari expected the usual desperate babble. It would be fine. Even predictable has a way of being sexy when it's them. That nonsense is music to her ears every time. It makes her hesitate for a brief moment before going to comply. Her stomach flutters as the thrill of something new takes root in it.

Zari moves to sit on his lap again, hand wrapping more carefully around his member as she transitions. She leans in to kiss him without further delay, thorough and needy, free hand cupping the side of his face as she deepens it. She'll get back to her other attentions in a minute. For now, Zari needs more to taste.

He moans into her kiss openly, tasting himself fleetingly on her lips and chasing it with his tongue. Her chemise rubs tantalizingly against his chest and it feels even better than he'd imagined. One hand lifts from the chair to wrap around her wrist, not staying or furthering her movement but holding on all the same. His other cups a breast through that gauzy material while his thumb rubs across her peaked nipple. No one has ever driven him so wild in such a short amount of time, and he opens his mouth to tell her as much when he finds himself sucking on her tongue instead. Words can always wait, right?

They can always wait. Zari groans against his mouth, feeling that pressure between her legs only continue to build as he sucks her tongue. Her nipples harden further at the attention as well. She feels herself start to throb, but there's no way to articulate it. She just has to deal since this is about him.

It's only when they part for air that Zari meets his eyes, gaze darkening as she meets his. Her fingers run over his length carefully and start to very gently run back and forth, catching a rhythm as she tries to stare into his eyes as long as possible while catching her breath. None of it is sustainable, but Zari is pretending not to notice. She is too present in the moment to care.

He already knows, of course, he can tell how turned on she is by just doing for him and it makes him realize they should switch things up like this more often. John's hips shift minutely into her hands, sighing her name as his hand moves from her wrist to the back of her thigh and starting to climb up under her shift. The eye contact is intense but feels like a second caress and he has no trouble holding it for as long as they can both get away with.

"I need your mouth again," he says sweetly, a bit of his own Cheshire smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. He moves a bit to make more room for her to rearrange on the chair, taking the opportunity to feel up her front while he can before then.

Zari smiles when he says her name, content to be the source of his pleasure even if it comes at her expense. Her gaze warms from hunger to something fond for a brief moment before the request hits her ears. She lets out a thready sigh as his hands roam her front, flesh pimpling at his touch. She really wouldn't mind taking him right here to relieve the tension, but restraining herself is again part of the fun.

"Greedy." She chastises just as she moves to comply. Her hand stills as Zari shifts enough so she can lean down without going back to the floor. She takes him in only halfway this time, working his length by bobbing up and down to amp up the game.

"Guilty," he hisses, not used to being indulged in this way and it's clearly going to his head. His hand runs through her hair appreciatively and finds the strap of her camisole and starts dragging it down while the other climbs up beneath the silk skirt to grip the back of her thigh. As she ramps things up, so does he, fingers nudging between her folds from behind and moaning at how wet he finds her. "Yet you seem to still like me."

The small hairs raise up on everywhere he touches. Her body betrays just how badly she needs him by responding so immediately to his every touch. Zari is so conditioned to get so much from John in every encounter that the lack of it is a sweet kind of torture in itself. Zari more or less keeps it together until his fingers find the wetness between her thigh. She whimpers against his cock, scarping her teeth against it to remind him who is in charge here as she takes her mouth off. This is absolutely going to his head which messes with her ego too.

"This is why it's always my day." Zari points out as she catches her breath. It isn't long before she is diving in for more, resuming her kitten licks along his tip before picking up where she left off. She wouldn't mind hearing more of that hissing.

He cries out at the sudden, sharp pain, throwing him out of the moment for a second even as pleasure gathers in his belly in response to her rebellion. It isn't the first time he's realizing she could do anything to him in any context and he'd allow it, something that only charges him up, and John indeed lets out another long rush of air when she resumes her gentler attentions.

"This was your idea," he reminds her, bemusement coming across clearly even in his thready voice. Both hands run over silk now, tugging her dress up and groping her through it unabashedly before one settles on each of her shoulders and pushes down the top altogether so the delicate fabric pools at her waist. He licks his lips at the picture before him, hips lurching forward just once and not minding as much this time when the oversensitive head of him bumps against her teeth. "You could call it off at any time." Something that excites him more than it should, that apparent too in his suddenly pitchy tone.

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