nifties | You let the Devil in 😈

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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She opens her eyes slowly, already feeling overwhelmed by the sight of them. Zari doesn't back down from the request even if she cannot keep them open fully as a thready exhale escapes her. She's not sure what's more effective at turning her on: seeing him play with her body or the actual touches themselves. Her skin heats from a pale to dusky pink the longer she looks, pressing against him more insistently even as she feels him stirring behind her. Her nipples harden almost immediately, a smooth pebble in his rough hand. The touch of his fingers bite pleasantly as always.

"How good you are at taking care of me?" She quips, breath hitching as his hands move.

He scrapes his slightly hardened palm against the pebbled nub, mouth opening in a breathy pant at the way she presses back against his front. His other hand jumps up from her waist suddenly to more roughly grasp her other breast, kneading as his mouth presses hotly to her neck.

"Mm, that," he agrees diplomatically, rocking his hips against her thigh as he feels her up, happy to linger there as he follows her earlier advice to burn this into his mind's eye. "And how bloody perfect we look together."

She moans when he grabs her other breast, completely unprepared for it. It doesn't stop as he kneads the sensitive spot. Zari is as vocal as ever as she tries to process all of it. John's attentions always feel too much when he is calling the shots. A part of Zari wonders if she'll ever adjust to it. The feel of his mouth to her neck isn't helping matters. She finds herself baring her neck to him in invitation.

"That's because we are perfect together." Zari agrees breathlessly. She finds herself growing more comfortable with being the subject of this particular scene. The rock elicits another moan, this time of John's name. Zari thinks she's never looked prettier with that name on her tongue. "You better remember." She warns him not for the first time. The context is infinitely less depressing.

The warning sents a hot chill down his spine, shivering minutely against her as his eyes plainly plot his body's next move.

"How could I ever forget?" he whispers against her skin, thumbs giving a final roll to her nipples in farewell as both hands skim purposefully down her belly. He knows he'll never forget how his name sounds in her passioned voice, seared into him even more permanently than the vision she makes completely giving herself over to him; and to them.

One hand grips the inside of her thigh almost too hard while the other in sharp contrast dips two fingers between her folds to gently stroke her with a featherlight touch. At the same time, he tastes the newly proffered skin, a bit of her soap blending pleasantly with the familiar. Somehow, he can never get enough of her, even when he feels like he's explored every millimeter.

"Someday maybe I'll convince you to record this too. For our eyes only, of course." John kisses her throat again with that, fingers working cleverly against her clit, enjoying feeling it swell in his touch while he watches her squirm into the touch. He's sure absolutely nothing would turn him on more than watching how much Zari wants him in real time. He doesn't have to understand why they're made for each other to agree that they are, thankfully.

Her eyes flutter as she watches his hands lower. Her throat goes dry before he even does anything. It is well-deserved reaction. John, as usual, is a man of contrasts. She's reminded all over again why being the singular focus of his attention can be so overwhelming. Her belly does flips as he grips her thigh. One hand falls over the one gripping it, giving an encouraging squeeze.

She shudders as his fingers slip between the folds, predictably squirming against him with each little touch. Zari laughs huskily, somehow managing to hang onto some of that confidence even as he undoes her. "You're going to need a lot more than clever fingers to talk me into that." Those never end well in her business. Her only comfort is it's hard to lose a career when your sex tape can literally break the timeline. "Nice try."

"It was worth a shot," he points out whether it was or not since he's not even sure a sex tape wouldn't destroy him in his line of work either. It's why he's never made one despite the opportunity arising more than once. His fingers work back and forth, gentle but sure as he watches all of her reactions in the mirror.

The whole point of this is committing her to memory so they don't have to record this anyway. His only concern is he's doing this out of a fear of losing her, but he forces himself to stay in the moment rather than investigate that. One finger slowly presses inside her while thumb and forefinger pinch that little bundle of nerves and his teeth drop to scrape along her pulse-point.

His hand wraps around hers from her thigh and gently directs it to grip the edge of the vanity, forcing her to pitch forward just a little as he once again grabs at her chest. "As long as you never forget either," he warns suddenly, grinding into her more purposefully this time to clearly spell his intent.

Zari inhales sharply as the digit enters her more from anticipation than anything else. The pinch and scrape has her saying his name again, throat tightening as she really takes in the sight of his hand on her sex. This is so hot she kind of regrets they didn't think of it sooner.

She allows herself to be directed, a thready exhale at the implication even before he grinds against her. It's tempting to close her eyes again, like going on a ride you know will be intense. Zari decides not to back down. She wants this burned into her brain too. Change is inevitable and beautiful. She knows she'll need this if it happens tomorrow or a decade from now even if she won't let the thought go further than that.

"You're not going to let me." She points out, Cheshire smile back in full force. The words are pitchy given where his hands are, but she tries her best to infuse that assertive tone he seems to enjoy so much into every word despite that. "Are you?" Zari squeezes that vanity surface a little tighter. It's something of a challenge as well as permission. She anticipates he'll meet it.

He's a bit surprised himself they never thought of this positioning, then again they're always one second away from being barged in on aboard the ship. Maybe that's why he literally can't keep his hands off of her here, while he knows he has her completely to himself. That smile in the mirror dislodges something in his chest, panting heavily against her throat as those words hit him like a physical caress though she hasn't touched him once during this scene. It makes it sexier to him, that he's this worked up just from watching her and touching her.

"Not a chance," he agrees heartily, his own voice hoarse though this is downright quiet for them. Deciding he's had enough of the tease, John meets her eyes soulfully in their reflection before withdrawing his fingers all together, though he can't resist the farewell stroke he gives her mound. His body echoes her shudder as he draws back just enough to set things up properly, one hand pressing down on her back until the angle is right while his other lines himself up, biting back noise for the anticipation of how her slick walls will feel closing in on him. "I love you."

He hadn't wholly meant to say it, at least not in this moment, but it serves as a reminder for them both which is what this is about, right? Refusing to dwell in how silly the sudden blurt makes him feel, John wastes no more time before pressing a thigh between hers to spread her legs wider then slipping into her tight body from behind. His eyes instantly seek hers in the mirror, his blown-out black but determined to stay locked on hers as he nudges all the way inside with a low grunt.

It's a much treasured reminder. Everything about this is more intimate than it could ever be with anyone else. Zari couldn't picture herself allowing this to happen at her big girl age. Most of her sexual encounters as a grown woman have been carefully managed moments of escapes. She didn't trust them the way she does John. Moments like this remind her why. The way he touches her when he is ready to move onto something else; the way he looks at her before it. He makes her feel secure enough to explore them freely because he loves her. This isn't about getting off alone. It's about connecting on a level that's soul deep. What more can she ask for in a partner?

She gasps softly as he enters her, walls adjusting to him as ever as he continues to slip inside. It's different, but in a good way. Zari meets his gaze with fondness even as her eyes darken rapidly. "I love you too." She reassures John without any shame. It's a simple fact for her. "Let me feel it." She implores John gently. The beauty of him is knowing however he takes that will fantastic.

Her answer rings through him, not having expected anything back but as always pleasantly surprised by how confident she sounds. She loves him, a veritable loser. It's enough for a thousand fashion shows or whatever else she wants from him.

"Hold on," he urges, ready and willing to fulfill her wish but not if it means hurting her; John would never betray her trust that way the way he would others, and deep down he knows that's why she trusts him at all. Once she grips the granite surface of the sink, John snaps his hips, letting her feel the girth of him filling her up as deep as he can go. He closes his eyes for a long beat despite his best efforts, unable to cope with the onslaught of sensation and drink her in at once.

Prying his eyes open again, John locks his gaze with hers in the mirror and licks his lips, as always showing incredible restraint because it's what gets them both off. He'll get to the good stuff once they've both had enough of the tease of denial, but from experience he knows that could be a while. One hand reaches up to palm at her shoulder, pushing her down even more to improve their angle while his other bites into her hip.

"Can you feel it?" he rasps, starting to build a steady if punishing rhythm of backing out completely before rocking forward to fill her to the hilt, conscious of the way he drags along her insides and careful to brush up against every spot to light her up along the way.

It is funny to think John might not ever say he loved her back. Now he's volunteering it first. Zari appreciates it and the care he takes with her. That is indeed why she allows herself to be this vulnerable with him. As usual Zari wants to rush things making it clear which generation she's from for the millionth time.

She manages to be patient for John, allowing him to make adjustments as needed for both of them. It's well worth it as always. A full body shudder overtakes Zari as he fills her up, gasping at the sensation at this angle. Watching him having to close his eyes is so satisfying; in some ways more than what they are doing itself. Just being inside her does this to him. Zari wonders who wouldn't get off on that alone and smiles from that satisfaction of it.

It doesn't last long, of course. Her eyes flutter shut at first, moaning slow and needy as he drags his way through her, hitting all the right beats along the way. They're in for the long tease then. She didn't expect anything less from John. "Yes." She answers breathlessly, meeting his gaze again. Her grip that steady surface strengthens. Zari has to bite down on her lip as she regrets being able to kiss him. She'll have to make a day before they leave "Don't stop." As if there's any chance of that happening. Zari can't help being bossy for the sake of it.

He smirks at her trying to boss him even while voluntarily putting herself completely at his mercy. It's a perfect blend of amusing and hot that sums Zari up quite well for him anyway. "Wouldn't dream of it, luv," he pledges her, sweetly kissing the side of her face and taking another moment to burn the image they make into his eyelids. Then her only warning is his other hand gripping her waist now, holding on tightly as he thrusts back in, picking up on some of her impatience as he snaps his hips fast and hard until he can feel his orgasm already impending. He switches right back to his initial rhythm, maybe even slower to keep himself in check. His eyes are still open by some miracle, but all he's seeing are bright lights and stars. John pants heavily into her ear as one hand dips back between her legs, encouraging her to straighten up a little for a better view in the mirror. His middle finger traces feather-light over her clit to match the way the head of him brushes over that spot inside her.

She smiles, cheeks darkening into that dusky pink when he kisses the side of her face. Zari can't bring herself to be embarrassed by what a fool he makes of her with just the tiniest token of love. His name is quickly on her lips again as he snaps quickly into her. Zari's eyes close as he hits the pace she always craves. The sudden shift has her nearly at the brink, panting needy and desperate until he drops back off to something slower. She groans, understanding vividly now why allows himself to be played with by her like this. There's something so delicious about never knowing what is it to come.

Her gaze blows out as he helps her straighten up a little more. She whimpers, barely able to cope with so many sensations hitting her at once. It's only the slow pace of his thrusts that keeps her from falling over the edge altogether without him which is inexcusable to Zari. Her lips part to string words together, but it's only more panting for a handful of seconds.

"John." She's not even sure what she wants at this point. It's all Zari can manage under the circumstances. It's thrilling in its own way that she's past the point already of even empty commands. He has her completely. Her toes curl into the hard surface of the floor as she processes all of it.

He's never been so fond of the sound of his own name as when Zari is chanting it in times like these. John can't keep the stupid smile off his face as he lays into her, swiveling his hips over the spot he knows drives her wild as his hot hand splays out over her low belly, feeling when she approaches her edge and wanting to back off it without sacrificing any pleasure in the process.

"You make that sound so pretty," he praises, the warmth in his voice palpable as he presses his chest more firmly against her back and reaches his other hand up from her hip to toy with a nipple. He rolls the hardened peak between his fingers gently in time with the strokes of his hips before pinching suddenly and sharply to give her much-needed contrast while hopefully still holding back enough to draw this out some more. Though he wouldn't be disappointed in the least if she came now, it would only give him an excuse to get her off again with him.

She leans into him as much as she can. Zari needs to feel John desperately even while they're as close as two people can get. He'll be able to feel how tight her muscles as clenched in her belly. It's taking real effort to keep herself in check. "It is pretty." She manages to rasp out between pants. That is once again short-lived as he starts on her chest. Zari gasps sharply as he pinches, feeling that edge coming fast again. Her free hand comes up to lay over his desperately. "John, I can't." That's his warning. He either needs to take what he needs or she'll have to go without him.

"Not as pretty as you," he points out, not caring how cheesy it sounds. Not that he would usually, but even less so now. "Zari-" It's barely a breath, but in that moment he knows he has a very short window to make her feel the best he can possibly make her feel.

His own release is secondary, or even tertiary; something he pushes entirely out of his mind to focus completely on the task at hand. His lips press hotly to her ear as he turns his hand, curling it around her wrist to direct her palm against her own breast.

"You can, my love. Be greedy," he urges of her, sealing the statement with a pointed nibble to her earlobe. He starts building a more steady rhythm for them both, one he knows he can sustain while he reaches out this time for the edge of the sink himself to gain the leverage he needs. John snaps his hips a few times hard, knowing he could come from that alone but still needing to completely overload her senses to be truly satisfied. His hand moves back between her legs, not teasing this time as he touches, the slight callous of his palm and fingertips working against that sensitive nub at her core while he surrounds her in every other way he's able.

Her fingers sink into her chest at the urging. Zari wants to thank him or something else equally as cheesy for taking such good care of her. John is quickly overwhelming every sense. She's positive that if he weren't holding her wrist that she would have fallen over by now. Zari cries aloud with each thrust.

It's once that hardened surface touches that bit of nerves, Zari knows she's absolutely done. The pressure builds to something she cannot manage it any longer. Zari hits her edge and spills over with his name on her lips, letting him bring her down safely with each touch.

He doesn't stop, as she commanded him before, though his thrusts become shallower and shallower as her release moves through her, inner walls clenching tightly around him in way that has him echoing her name. There's something still holding John back as he watches her, gaze positively worshipful even as he wraps one arm around her to keep her on her feet. John stills to only the barest movement, hips nudging against hers through the inevitable sensitivity that comes post-orgasm.

"I can wait," he says, as if giving her a hint to his motives, unending patience as always at the heart of every intimate interaction between them.

Gently, he pulls back, mouth falling slack at the sensation of being exposed to the air still hard and ready for her. John gives one last look in the mirror, both of their faces in flushed bliss he won't soon forget, but he's so missed her embrace. He turns her towards him carefully, making sure her feet can support her own weight before resting both hands on the cool granite behind her and leaning in for an impassioned kiss. His neglected member bobs insistently against her hip, but he ignores it to deepen the contact for whatever short stretch of time he can hold his breath, addicted already to the slide of his tongue against hers - like a parched man in the desert who's just found a spring of fresh water.

As the kiss breaks, his face tips in against hers, forehead to temple. "I want to give you everything." Even he isn't sure the total significance of that confession, but he sounds like he's practically bursting with it, letting her come down and absorb that at once because he doesn't intend to rest for long.

Each step is shakier than it needs to be. Zari will definitely be eating her fair share of fruit later to get back that energy. That's neither here nor there. She brings both hands to the side of his face to clutch it reverently as they kiss. Zari missed being able to touch him freely. His member reminds her they're not done by a long shot. She'll enjoy this while she can.

All Zari cares about right now is the feel of his tongue sliding against hers. The declaration that follows makes it hard to catch her breath. The cool surface behind her does much to keep her rooted in the moment. What does that even mean for people like them? They're not exactly going to go hunting for the perfect house, a diamond ring, or plan their 2.5 Muslim babies.

Zari doesn't doubt his sincerity in the slightest. Her thumbs brush over his cheekbones lovingly, gaze soft and appreciative. "I'd let you." She admits softly. That's no small thing for Zari. This is a self-made woman whose trust was betrayed early on in life. It's not easy for her to take anything from anyone. Zari trusts John wouldn't use it as a bargaining chip to control her like others would. "I love you so much." Another soft admission, followed by a laugh that concedes just how cheesy that sounds. He always brings that sappy side of her out so no big surprise there.

John's vision of eternity is a bit more complete, and a lot more scary. They can never have children, a dog or a white picket fence... but they have each other, in this moment and every other the universe allows. The look he gives her is piercing, deep-dark but so present despite what's happening. Her declaration knocks him down, eyes bulging wide and vulnerability shining through their blackened depths. His hands wrap around her middle at that tender touch and he finds himself on the brink of tears in an instant though he can't allow it to distract him now, not when he's on a mission to prove how much she means to him.

"I know," he admits, tone watery as he nudges his pelvic bone against hers, testing her sensitivity while scratching his own itch. It might sound dismissive coming from anyone else, but John says it like a prayer - and with the deep knowledge he has of life and all that lies beyond. He helps her lift one hip against the sink, knowing this will be short-lived so it doesn't matter if the positioning is a little precarious; in fact, maybe it's sexier this way. His heart races against her skin as he reaches down to gently guide himself to her entrance at this entirely new angle. He whispers against her lips, breathing tremulous but calm as he asks of her: "Tell me when."

The beautiful thing about John is getting to see those shifts play out plainly on his face. She can never really imagine fully what's going on in that brain of his. There's just too much of him that's a mystery to Zari. She's not all that invested in unlocking it. What she sees cuts deep. This means everything to him. Who doesn't want to be everything to someone? Zari gave up years ago on being all the things others wanted. It'd be enough to be his completely in body and soul without a need for trinkets, labels, or traditions.

A shiver goes through her as he tests them. Zari is pulled out of her feelings long enough to remember they still have to take care of him. She follows the lead he sets of her, brow lifting at the choice, but going along with it. It is actually a little sexier to go this route especially with the beat of his heart dancing against her skin.

Zari braces both hands on his shoulders as he guides himself, eyes half-lidded as his lips brush up against hers. Her tummy does flips in anticipation. "I want you back inside me now." Direct, but soft. She swallows already in anticipation, surprising herself by how much more she has left to give.

Dark eyes cast down as he prepares to obey, feeling her hands sear along his skin like white-hot irons. Once he's confident he's positioned well, John's gaze flits back upwards, anchoring to hers, and it's somehow even more intense than meeting her eyes in their reflection. His breathing shallows, mouth moving against hers without trying for a real kiss and without saying any words. There are none left between them anyway.

His hips surge forward, not as gentle as he'd intended but he realizes instantly he isn't hurting her at the slickness he still finds. John bows his head to her shoulder, lips pressing to her throat as he buries himself inside her physically and in all other aspects. "How does it feel?" he asks, voice barely audible as it muffles against her skin the moment it tumbles out. He's certain he's never felt so desperate before and he's already addicted to the feeling, not waiting for Zari's reply before drawing back only to thrust back in twice as hard.

Zari is spent already, but that makes it sweeter in a way. She's not chasing the quick high of them seeing stars together. This feels like melding them together into something deeper. She feels more attuned to John than ever before. She knows a lot of it has to do with finally not having to worry about man children barging in when her boyfriend is going down on her.

The rest is about finally being in a place where it's just them. Maybe this is what the first man and woman felt like; completely lost in each other and the bliss of that. Zari only knows she's flipping through idle thoughts as the familiar bubble of pleasure rips through her; body still willing and ready for John even if her brain has her floating outside herself.

The second thrust brings her more into the present moment, a soft moan escaping her as lights dance in front her of her closed eyes. Her eyes slowly open again, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Perfect. Keep going, baby. Whatever you need." The last part falls out of her like an afterthought, but it's a sincere promise all the same. She licks her lips as she soaks in the way he feels surrounded by her, finding it just as addicting as her brain starts to boot back up. "You're doing so good." Zari praises, kissing the side of his head lazily.

He works his hips at her encouragement, physical and verbal both as he somehow manages to keep them both up and find the sweetest angle that has his nerve endings singing in seconds. John tries not to read into the statement, taking it for face value at the moment though it gets filed away to examine more closely later. It's not that he ever doubts her sincerity after she's proven herself to him time and time again; it's just that he doesn't understand what he ever did to deserve such a diligent and devoted partner.

"Yeah?" he prompts, though he knows she wouldn't feed him platitudes, he still craves more of her praise. "Need to be good enough for you." It comes out on a sigh and though he only means it as a callback to her telling him to take what he needs from her, that one obviously stems from some deep self-loathing place. John finds himself clutching her tighter as a result, going breathless as their chests meld and their pubic bones grind.

The melding of their chest has Zari's skin vibrating. She shudders against him, a moan slipping from her lips. One hand trails up to dig into his hair just the way he likes, pulling gently at the short hairs. The words hit her a beat later, chest aching at the thought that is even a thought in his brain. Zari isn't blind. She knows he has issues with self-worth. If she tells the magician to take what he needs, it wouldn't even be an option for him, would it? It'll always be about making her happy first. What a difficult gift to accept.

She does her best to rock forward, pushing down on the spot where their pubic bones can meet. He won't let her fall over. "I liked that. That's what I need." She murmurs into his ear. Zari can play this game if it makes John happy. "Keep me close." She practically pants it against his ear. Turnabout is fair play.

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