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You poke at your phone posting aerial photos of you with your smoothie ✈️

John walks Behrad to his door and just barely resists the urge to tuck the big idiot in before telling him sweetly good night and closing his door before murmuring a low incantation for no one else's ears; putting a protection seal over the room that flashes up gold for an instant before disappearing with the only proof it was ever cast. He turns quickly on his heel and almost runs directly into Zari who must be heading back to her room after leaving Nate. He smiles wide if lackadaisically, his high still pleasantly wearing off.

"Well, hello there, princess," he greets warmly, hooking her arm with his at the elbow in a way he means as charming. He clearly has no idea Zari could have seen what just happened. "I was heading to the galley for a cuppa. You'll join? It's because of these bloody clothes I'm freezing half to death." The implication being it's her fault because she dressed him, or something.

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He is so unfair. It's not even right how unfair he is. The hard line of his body against her is amazing in itself. The feel of his breath on her ear and soft lashes against her skin makes Zari shiver against John. It's her turn to be cold, she supposes.

Zari laughs at his antics, nuzzling her cheek against him even as his facial hair once again stabs her delicate face. "Try both hands. I think that will do it, sweetie." She banters even as he solicits a sharp exhale when a callous scratches her nipple. Her eyes flutter shut as the sensation.

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"Don't mind if I do," he murmurs in that same low tone, lifting his other hand to cover her breast and hissing at the reaction it draws from her. His own nipples pebble against her back, no longer from the chill but for how easily he can affect her without even trying - not that he's not. He always is on some level. "Oh yeah, that's even closer. Maybe..."

Instead of talking, though, he finds the only angle he can meet her lips without twisting his neck too painfully, sighing into her mouth at all of the sensations colliding. It's like they're in their own little bubble in here, not to be disturbed, and it eases the sting of their vacation drawing to an end.

The blood rushes to her breast, making them firmer under his touch. It draws a needy whimper against his mouth as their lips meet. The kiss is sloppy by her standards but, Zari can care less. This is pure bliss that their vacation captured. She can't pry her mouth off his until a second later than she should. Even she struggles to catch her breath as the side of her head rests against John's.

"Well? Still cold, baby?" She bumps her head against his in a lazy nuzzle.

He indulges himself a few more squeezes as steadily his lungs start to burn. By the time Zari breaks the kiss, he's already huffing desperately, a smile curving his lips as he rubs his temple back against hers and drops his hands to sink into her waistline again, hugging her to him snugly.

"Warm from head to toe, as luck would have it."

She feels bereft for a moment before forcing herself to put that aside. Zari does love hugs especially while in the tub. She sighs contently as the warm sinks into her bones along with the lovely smells.

"Perfect. I don't want anyone to ever accuse me of not taking care of my furniture." And now he's downgraded from prince to something to rest on. Classic Zari. She knows he loves it so why stop?

The stupid quip cuts for a second before he remembers just what they are to each other. And that he'd 'slighted' her first by deescalating things. It's interesting to him, how one moment she can be in total control and the next she wants everything handed to her. It's one of his favorite things about her, her contradictions, but it also gives him pause.

"I don't feel taken care of," he points out, mocking her tone in his own glib way.

She purses her lips together in playful offense. Zari does tend to get a little mean when things don't go her way. It's something she really needs to examine more. First, she needs to get back to their banter. "Really? What does my sweet prince need?"

A little quiver of pleasure goes through his middle at the ask, remembering how she'd told him in no uncertain terms she would do anything he needed. John has always been a man of conditions, for others and that others imposed on him. He even took comfort in knowing that nothing and no one was serious enough to be without structure the way he and Zari are, but now he doesn't know how he would live without their unbridled devotion to one another.

"Seeing your face would be a nice start, my darling," he drops it honey sweet in her ear, knowing from experience how much more intimate it will be when she turns to face him like he suggests. His tummy flutters in anticipation as he reluctantly loosens his hold on her so she can make the move.

The words vibrate through her body. Zari's toes curl reflexively. It's wild how making eye contact with John makes her tummy flutter. Whatever mild offense she took is now a million miles away as she slowly shifts to face him. Zari straddles him, both knees coming to rest on the side of his thighs as she gets comfy. Her hands go to gently take his face once again like it's this delicate and precious thing she couldn't bear to damage.

"What else would satisfy you?" Zari questions softly. Those lovely brown orbs lock onto his. It's perfect mix of warm, adoration, and plain desire. Is there a single moment of the day where she doesn't want him though?

John pulls in a sharp breath as she shifts, hardly disappointed with the results by the time she settles over his lap. A thrill goes through his tummy as arousal starts to awaken lower, but he ignores that for now in favor of staring deeply into her eyes. It's addictive, and slowly hands come up to smooth over her back before locking around her just as tenderly.

"What if I'm already satisfied?" he asks even as his voice falls into a husky register beyond his control. Of course, his flesh is never satisfied where Zari is concerned, but just this is enough to make him feel whole.

Her lips curve up in a knowing smile. She is content just to stare at him like this too. Zari also he always wants more and really so does she.

She leans her face in close to his, lips brushing against his as she speaks. "All you have to do is appreciate the moment." Her eyes flutter shut as she closes what little space there is between their lips, kissing him slowly as the warm water settles against them like a blanket.

"Oh, is that all?" he asks warmly just before getting swept up in the kiss. His own eyes fall closed as he presses up into the line of her body, lips moving back against hers though he never tries to overtake or accelerate the contact beyond what she lays out for them. As she knows, he's a fan of drawing things out and allowing her to direct the moment, but it's even more deliberate now as if he's actively making a point by being the perfect picture of restraint.

It becomes clear fairly quick that he's only responding to her. That makes her heart race. Zari loves nothing more than setting the terms of their coupling. She's addicted to the way he lets her have him any way she wants him. They certainly enjoyed that plenty over vacation. While Zari can't be nearly as self-indulgent here, she thinks this could still be fun.

She picks up the pace immediately, the kiss becoming more demanding just before they part for air. "I don't think I'm satisfied." She drops one hand in favor of letting it trail down. It settles against his throat, cupping it gently.

Her gaze is predatory as she looks down at John, that Cheshire smile back in full force. "Are you going to give me what I want?" Her fingers dig in ever so slightly as if making a point.

The moment turns from sweet to desperate and he finds himself chasing the high as Zari breaks the kiss, not even noticing how hard his heart is pounding or how fast his breaths are coming. A thrill goes through his middle at her assessment, eyelids drooping as her hand circles his neck. His own hand treks down along her backside, giving a squeeze as he unambiguously rocks his hips forward so Zari can know exactly what she's dealing with, and precisely how much it turns him on to give her complete control.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" he says, voice low and still breathy from the kiss as dark eyes crash back into hers. John tilts his head back to expose the softest part of his throat to her in an unwavering show of vulnerability and devotion. He smiles, but softer, hands digging gently into her waist as he basks in all that she is a moment before speaking again. "Tell us." As if he'd ever deny her, no matter how ridiculous the request.

She bites down on her lip at the squeeze. Zari shudders as his hips rock forward. It takes all her restraint not to take him by the hand now. A part of the game is always dragging things out despite Zari's impulse to rush through it.

Her fingers creep onto that tender spot John exposes for her. The power he gives is so intoxicating that Zari can't help taking it for everything it's worth. Her eyes darken as she responds. "For starters, I don't remember telling you to stop." Her free hand goes to capture his arm, directing it back towards her chest. "So be a good boy and get back to serving me."

Arousal flutters low in his abdomen just for the way she touches and directs him with such proprietary force. John's lips part in a hiss as his pupils blow out with pure desire when she chastises him. He easily allows her to move his limbs, though it forces him to sit up a bit and press his throat back into her grip some, another sensation that sends him instantly.

"Sorry, my love," he croons sweetly, squeezing and kneading at her breast as mandated. The callous of his thumb swipes against her nipple back and forth as his other hand comes up to close over the other side. John licks over his lips as he watches her, content to grope her for as long as he can get away with on a usual day, but being ordered to do it is like winning the lottery for him. "I'll be good now, I promise."

Her breath hitches the second his hands are on her. Zari's eyes flutter shut as the rough patch hits her sensitive nipple, moaning softly at the sensation. She leans into his hands shamelessly, gripping his throat just a little tighter in response.

"You better." She warns, but mostly for show. He really is making it up that tiny slight earlier to her. Zari's hand falls between his legs, touching his member lazily. "I'd hate to put you back in your place." She'd absolutely love to do that and they both know it.

When her fingers constrict his windpipe even just barely, he feels desire coarse through his body, pooling in the usual place. It isn't right to be this turned on by cruelty, is it? Especially when it should remind him of all the awful times he's ever been vulnerable in a much more dangerous context. It would, with anyone else, he knows. He never even allowed Dez to get this close, but with Zari it never feels like enough even when he knows they're crossing a new line every time they come together like this.

"...Or I could be bad," he suggests brightly, though his voice is ragged as she drags her finger down his length. Again, it's like the crueler she is, the better. His touch turns rough suddenly, pinching and pulling at her nipples as he squeezes her chest just this side of painful. He's panting already, the water lapping around them as he suddenly pulls his hands away in deliberate defiance of her command. He's never done that before, at least not purposefully, and it makes his blood rush and his heart race as he plays through all the scenarios of how she might punish him. "Maybe I need to be taught a lesson."

He takes her by surprise. Zari gasps as his grip tightens, brow furrowing as he pinches and pulls at her. "Hey!" She's indignant about it. A shot of heat goes straight through her too; excited he broke script in such an unexpected way.

What they are doing is dangerous. She has a way to hit the breaks if need be, but John? Does he even have a limit when it comes to her? Zari's hand shoots up from his length to grab his chin threateningly. There are red flags popping up in her brain. Zari ignores them in favor of indulging her baser impulses for a change. "You think because I had let you have your fun for one day that you can do whatever you want now?" Her fingernails dig into the delicate flesh of his neck without piercing. Her tone is as commanding as ever with anger coloring the edges. That did actually hurt.

Zari smiles slowly, flashing perfect white teeth at him. She leans down to press a soft kiss to his collarbone without ever releasing her hold. Zari presses another and another before biting down hard on the fragile skin. May as well see how he likes it.

John gasps, just as excited by the new territory they're uncovering. She's hurting him, but his erection never wavers, something he definitely doesn't have the presence of mind to analyze at the present moment, and wouldn't even if he did.

"N-no, I-" But he never gets out a coherent sentence, rolling his head back at the gentle kisses. Logically, he knows what it's building up to, but he's too compromised to prevent what happens next. He yelps the moment her teeth bite into his flesh, but to his credit he doesn't jump or pull away other than the natural reaction of his body. He does bite hard into his own lips to keep from making another sound the others will hear. "Zari..."

His voice sounds almost worshipful as he manages to pry his eyes back open, searching for hers. The pain coursing through him does flag his arousal some, but he doesn't seem to mind, reaching up to feel up her chest again.

"Thank you," he whispers, knowing how much she eats up his whole submissive routine. "For putting me back in my place."

The way he says her name only fuels her arousal and sense of power. Zari is nothing if not a merciful goddess. Her hands trail down to his shoulders gently, meeting his gaze with immediate forgiveness now that she has her way and growing lust. "Of course. I only want what's best for you. You're at your best when you're serving me." She presses another tender kiss just over the spot she bit, pressing herself into his hands as she does so. It's true even if it's all part of the game.

One hand trails down to his erection, holding it gently as her fingers stroke slowly over it. "What can I do to take care of my sweet prince? I wonder..."

His other hand comes up, gently kneading again and ghosting touches over her nipples in apparent apology. He has to bite into his lips all over again, knowing they'll be swollen from trying to keep silent; just barely controlling himself so his hips don't lift into her touch. The soft kiss gets an involuntary shiver from him even so and the question makes him want her more desperately than he's ever wanted anything.

"Anything you like," John reminds her, voice low so it won't echo. "I'm yours to do with what you please."

It is a good apology all things considered. Zari meets his gaze with obvious approval. She continues stroking him as she makes a show of thinking it over. "Hm. Well I wouldn't mind seeing those lovely hands of yours tied to my bed." She suggests huskily, letting the image seep into his brain as it has hers. "Since we're here, why don't we find another good place for them?" Zari takes one to guide between her legs, already throbbing from just the start of their little game. "Why don't you feel how much I like it when you're good for me?" She already knows how much the opposite aroused her, but that doesn't quite fit the script.

He lets out a low groan despite all his efforts to stay quiet, closing his eyes as his anatomy comes back to full attention in her grip. His breath quickens as he pictures what she describes, licking his lips as he remembers her doing just that in their cabana over vacation. John's eyes come open again as she directs his hand lower, eager to watch her reaction as he gently strokes between her folds. Even with water surrounding them, he can feel how slick she is and it makes him pull a sharp breath in through his teeth.

"If you're sure that's what you want..." he trails off, bemused as she ignores the fact that his rebellion is what really turned her on. Two can play at this game. Two slightly rough fingers smooth over her clit, sighing as it earns him exactly the reaction he expected. His other hand still grabs at her chest, determined to follow her order to the letter this time. "You know I only live to please you."

Zari smiles in satisfaction as he comes alive in her hand, stroking steadily as she works out how to play this. It really draws up sweet memories of her day. Isn't this just an escalation of that? She moans softly as his fingers glide over her. Once they smooth over her clit, she bucks into his hand, already needing more than a quick tease. This isn't what she wants despite how good it feels. Zari momentarily looks frustrated on how to approach this. Isn't it giving up some power to admit she wants a little bit of a fight? Her cheeks darken as recalls him ordering her about that first day. Maybe that's what she really wants; to see which one of them ends up on top so to speak if only because she's confident it will be her. She wants to see what they can do to each other as their control slips. If the others hear her? Oh well. Behrad will be dead asleep for the next ten hours. They'll deal.

"I want you to surprise me." Her grip on his length tightens as the idea adds to her arousal, voice deepening. "You don't want me to get bored with you, do you?" She raises one perfectly-shaped brow at him. Well? Surprise her.

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