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You let the Devil in 😈

Ever since he agreed to go on this trip with Zari, his mind's been turning over and over about it. Technically, yes, the Legends are adults. Some of them even managed to survive for years without them aboard (which seems miraculous now.) But that doesn't make it any easier for him to leave his hatchlings, no matter how many speeches Sara has about how they only live once and they should go enjoy themselves. And he knows Ava has pulled Zari aside to essentially say the same thing just in a more Ava type way.

The thing is, even when John is running away, it's never for long and he's usually only pretending to dick off. As he thinks back over the years, has he ever taken a real vacation? Ever? Something creepy or crawly always manages to find him wherever he goes and that's weighing heavily on his mind as well. If the team will be safe without him, will Zari be safe with him?

He keeps starting and stopping packing, not like it matters when he knows Zari is going to make him get a whole different wardrobe the second they're alone. He's been avoiding that one for long enough so he's kind of resigned to the whole affair honestly. Packing means leaving though, indefinitely the way his life goes. What if they damage the timeline by being out there together? And again, what if the Legends really really need them??

Yeah, so he's spiraling. When Zari finds him, he'll be pacing the length of his room back and forth - back and forth. Every time he crosses his suitcase, he drops something new in and/or takes something out so that the job never actually gets finished. He's so absorbed in his weird, manic ritual that he doesn't even notice her coming in until she's right in front of him. Her sudden appearance (from his perspective) actually makes him jump before he manages to focus his foggy gaze on her.

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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.

She smiles around him at the cry, taking a little too much satisfaction out of reminding John of the pecking order here. It isn't long lived. The way he touches her spring forward another whimper against him, body shifting into his touch desperately. There is something unbelievably hot about being felt up and stripped by John while she's in this position. Zari is starting to understand why he likes this so much. She could go crazy thinking of what else he can do to her while her mouth is too occupied to protest it.

It's certainly mutual. Even the idea of her stopping while he has in knots. Zari briefly considers it before deciding the alternative it sweeter. She takes as much as of John in as she can, brushing her teeth carefully against his head, and moving down. One of her hands goes to steady at his hip to give her the leverage she needs to keep working him over hard with her mouth, tongue and teeth teasing John at every move even as it gets harder to breathe through her nose. She's determined to finish him off or get John ask for something else. What better rebuttal to the reminder that she can stop?

It's like the most unfair game of chicken ever played by his calculation as she raises the stakes yet again. A deep moan falls from his lips, knowing the exact moment she's won and finding it a difficult thing to resent. Zari is so clever, something that's even sexier than her body or even her touch. John just barely holds himself off the brink, gently pushing her back when he can hear her labored breathing. His gaze is blown out and desperate, but his voice is once more assured and dripping with confidence.

"I need to be inside you. Now." His hand cups her face gently a moment, thumb brushing across her cheekbone as adoration shines through his black gaze. She could very easily ruin him if she wanted to, and that's an entirely different fantasy of his they're sure to get to - but he starts to get a grip on her and start shifting again to make it a simple transition even as his erection purples from the denial. He knows it won't take long at all for her to push him over the edge, but he thinks she's just as close and he can't wait to see her come undone.

Zari works to catch her breath the second her mouth is free of him. It's a gamble as always with John except maybe not since she always wins. Her hand comes up to rest on his in response to that look, melting her insides until they feel like liquid gold. She allows herself to be directed to a better position, her sex aching for the release he's sure to give her.

It's not the most comfortable or sustainable, but Zari supposes that's part of the appeal in a distant way. She's so in need of him that it's barely a flutter in the back of her brain. She moves to lower herself onto his erection, inhaling sharply as her walls all too eagerly close around him. A shiver tears through her frame, leaving her to put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. There's no banter or excuse to tease John further. She lowers her head against his shoulder and rocks against John without further delay.

Zari moans loudly, denial making everything sharper and more intense. She resists the urge to adjust his hands, only making her arousal more intense as the denial hits her belly hard. She can't hold out for long like this, but that's fine as long as they go together.

He leans back against the chair to give her the room she needs, never tiring of this position even if this isn't the perfect location. He fully intends on fooling around in every inch of this room and maybe a few places outside it during their stay so it's hardly disappointing. She's so wet and willing he gasps at the quick slip that has her fully seated in no time at all. His hand grips her flank as she moves against him, though he stays as still as he can to further the game even if she's done with it.

"I might boss you around more often if this is the result," he says in a smoky tone, his smile soft rather than overtly smug, almost lackadaisical even. He holds her shirt up as the soft fabric starts slipping downward again, bunching it in his hand and watching her with boundless appreciation. "Are you ready... to get us both off, Princess?" It amazes him how hungry he can still be for her, every little noise she makes as she moves in his lap only making him want more; every bit as greedy as she accused him of being.

Her intentions are no different. Zari isn't as careful as he is, but this is freer than they've ever been. She plans to make the most of every second. "Not too often. I still need you." She breathes heavily into his ear, hot and desperate to get off as quickly as possible. It just feels so good to have John inside of her after waiting for so long.

She's beyond words so there's no verbal response to that question. She nods against the side of his head before Zari picks it up to the most punishing pace she can. The feeling of release looms closer and closer until it hits a fever pitch. Zari manages to force something out despite how foregone she is. "Together." It's a reminder and a warning as the release comes within seconds after. Zari does her best to wring them both out before finally collapsing against him. That's certainly one way to get vacation going.

He pants against her face at that proclamation, public bone grinding against her clit to speed up the process though it doesn't need speeding. "I need you," he insists, kissing messily at her jaw when she announces they have to go over together - they always do, don't they? He's certain he's never had such a mutual lover before; and it's one of his last thoughts before brain function goes offline entirely that she can't have had much luck there either. Maybe they should finally have that dreaded exes chat... when they can catch their breaths again.

John squeezes her to him tightly before releasing inside her hotly, gasping at the sensation of it dripping back downwards. While he can't wait for that bath twofold now, he gathers her to his chest and lays kisses all over her face, finally able to outpour some of his affection now that the roleplay is over.

It's hot and messy by the end. That seems suitable to the environment. Zari is soon smiling even as her eyes stay shut at the kisses. He's so unbearably sweet at times. She can't resist saying as much in her own mean way. "Sap." She still nuzzles against him affectionately. Zari isn't any better. It's a story as old as their relationship.

"Is it too soon to pass out?" She asks lazily. Zari will catch her second wind. Just give her a minute... and more kisses. She'll work for those.

Says the woman who quotes Romeo and Juliet with him. John raises an eyebrow before making an effort to be even more tender, one hand cupping her throat softly as he brushes barely-there kisses over her entire face, one square inch by one square inch, all while being still enough to keep their bodies melded as long as possible and even when it becomes mildly uncomfortable to do so.

"What about my bath?"

"Your hygiene is one of my many passion projects." Her eyes flutter open slowly. Zari can't fight the lovesick smile that comes across her face as he continues his kisses. He really does hit her where she lives. Her insides are back to being liquid. "Fine, we can still take a bath together if you do this for at least one more minute." That's about as much as she can bear before needing to entangle them.

He sighs loftily like it's a chore before kissing her sweetly on the lips then trailing lips softly to her ear then down her throat.

"Any more demands?" He would do just about anything for a bath and everyone knows it :(

Zari hums in appreciation. She sure does love these sweet tokens of affection. That won't stop her from absolutely taking advantage of this poor defenseless man. She slips into her influencer voice as she states her demands. "I'll need a massage later. You'll also to fetch my water while I set up our bath because I am parched. Hm... what else?" Zari makes a big show about thinking about it. "You still have to wear that romper when we finally decide to wear clothes again... so tonight when we have dinner out in public after a few more rounds around the room. I expect you to feed me strawberries by hand for lunch too. And I think that will cover it since it's pretty much understood by this point you live to serve me." She finishes off with the sweetest of smiles.

Now that is done, Zari pulls away from John with a shaky sigh. It's probably worth exploring how much she hates when they part like this, but her therapist is still working on the whole recurring dreams that her friends are torn to pieces in front of her after her brother gets killed by some weirdo serial killer with no eyebrows. The codependency will have to wait! "Get to work, sweetie." Zari orders as she goes for the traveling bag with all their bath stuff.

He should know better than to ask Zari that, except... he loves it all, and he couldn't look any more charmed if he tried.

"Fine, but you have to help me back into it," is his only protest to her long speech, managing to kiss her forehead a last time before she unfortunately pulls away entirely. John is just as devastated by their parting and they all know he doesn't believe in therapy so it's probably fine. "A few more rounds, huh?"

Of course is the part he'd latch onto, even while prying himself out of the chair with an overly dramatic and nearly geriatric-sounding grunt. He gathers up his water on his way to get her a fresh bottle, stealing a last glance at her as she disappears into the ensuite.

"If you can handle it, grandpa." Zari snarks just as she closes the door behind her. It's hard to feel bad about being mean when he likes it so much. Also it's just fun. First on the agenda is relieving herself since no one needs a UTI on a vacation where you plan to have a lot of sex.

Zari starts the water, puts in a few drops of the lavender essential oil they both seem to love, and quickly moves to get everything set up. Much like the Waverider bathroom, her things quickly take over their bathroom. He'll walk in on her unpacking and arranging them carefully around their space. She does bother to stop long enough to take the water from him. "Finally." Less of a complaint and more of just how thirsty she is. Zari has to make a considerable effort not to down it all in one shot, taking slow sips instead. "We should be good to go in five." She promises. It is the best giant bathtub money can buy. Of course it fills fast.

John just rolls his eyes at the quip, more than accustomed to Zari's abrasive form of love by now. He knows he has his own spiny moments so it's easy enough to let go. Besides, it was funny. He chugs down some water and pees in the sink for pretty much the same reason before grabbing her a bottle and starting to make his way into the bedroom - which he still hasn't even seen. He's distracted momentarily by the view from their bed before nudging his way into the bathroom with an elbow and not bothering to pretend to be surprised by her antics.

"Can't wait," he admits softly, taking another little gulp before setting his water on the counter for later, trying not to get in her way. "And to think I was worried about overpacking." He has to give her shit about this, right? It feels like an obligation after the episode he had, not to mention how many trips it actually took him to get all her shit in here.

Zari has actually zero defense for this. She opens her mouth and closes it as nothing comes to mind. She didn't even see him act like a gross boy so there isn't even a distraction to be had here. "Okay so maybe I have a slight problem." She admits super reluctantly. Zari picks up one of her favorite bars of soap, setting her water off to the side for now, so she can go wash up in the walk-in shower before getting in the bath. Yes, she's that neurotic!! "But, whatever! We're going to smell great."

He smiles softly at the admission, knowing when to quit while he's ahead. They're both pretty neurotic so he can't think of holding her idiosyncrasies against her - in fact, it's probably the reason why they work. John doesn't hesitate to trail after her into the shower, smoothly taking the soap from her and starting the water up on his way in so he gets the brunt of the cold before it instantly heats up. He can smell the lavender from the bath still filling next door and he can't dispute her defense.

"Come here. I live to serve, remember?"

Zari raises a brow when he takes the soap from her. Her mild confusion turns into a pleased smile. He impresses her with the initiative. It is fun to boss John around. It always makes her feel amazing when he just does these things. These are the moments Zari can truly see how much he cares. She feels more special than a thousand likes will ever give her on Catchat.

"You do." Her smile is blinding even if as usual she guards her heart with casual tone like they're playing a game. She joins him quickly, stopping just a step before him so they can adjust their position so they can both be under the spray. Zari pays no concern to the tub. It'll stop automatically and retain the heat for some time.

She sighs softly as the warm water hits her. The smell of lavender soothes her further. "I am going to need a thorough example of how you plan to do that starting... now."

He catches her eyes when she steps in close, smile curling into something nearly reptilian at her suggestion. Rather than answer her in words, one hand reaches for her, gently smoothing down her arm and firmly gripping her elbow while the other brings the bar of soap up her opposite shoulder, lathering up to the juncture of her throat before dipping back down to focus on her chest. His gaze roams downward after his hands, breath quickening though he's seen her a thousand times before - it never gets old to him, and his reaction is far too immediate to be a forgery. Words once again jam up in his throat as she once again proves to be one of the only things that can stem his chatty nature.

It's ridiculously intimate. Zari's skin pimples up immediately at the attention, her skin buzzing and heating from a simple touch. She can hear the way his breath catches. It is a relief on one hand that she is not the only one who responds so immediately to the attention. On the other, it digs into her skin and brain. Seeing her hasn't gotten old after all these months. What is she supposed to do with that? Zari doesn't know how to be loved and desired so completely.

She's somehow both overwhelmed and happy by something as simple as John washing her chest. "You're quiet." Zari notes without any criticism, smile soft as she regards him. She doesn't have much to say either. She allows the comfortable silence to drag on as he works and tries not to fill it with quips and banter for a change.

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