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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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The way she collapses against him is perfection to him, and he finally lets her arm go, helping her to straighten it without injury. John grins against her throat as both hands covetously roam her front, exploratory rather than demanding to start, but soon he's gently plucking at her nipples and running two fingers over her clit, biting into his lip at how positively soaked he finds her. He kisses at her neck, elation building under his skin even as he slowly pulls out of her body, biting into his lips against a moan at the slick feeling, the cold water making him shudder at the same time. He grabs onto her hips suddenly to keep himself from losing control.

"Turn back around, baby. You can take it and I want to watch you..." He manhandles her again, a little less gently this time as delicacy leaves him and his baser instincts take over. He draws in a sharp breath when she's straddling him front-ways again at last, one hand reaching up to cup her chin, locking his grip after a moment of caressing. "Take me back inside," he commands gruffly, eyes flashing as they catch on hers. "And ride us both home."

It's easily her favorite position, covering him; being in complete control, but he wants her to feel this from a different perspective. He wants her to feel powerless in a seat she usually rules him from, knowing the mixed signals will blow her mind for a round count of three.

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It is always her favorite way to finish. She knows this has to be it once the delicacy starts to leave John. She complies even if this leaves her to end it on her terms or so she thinks anyways. Zari gets to her knees in front of him, locking themselves against his legs. The water is cold as they shift, but her skin is still burning from their lovemaking. It's not as bad as it could be.

She'll finish this, clean up a little, and collapse into a heap in her warm bed. It is not bad as far as plans goes up until that soft touch turns into something harsher. Brown eyes crash into his as the command comes. Her tummy does little flips at the audacity of it. This is always her show.

Once again Zari complies, using her hand to guide him back in after lifting her hips up, still slick from the previous rounds. Her eyes fall shut, gasp escaping as he fills her back up. One hand braces at his shoulder as she prepares to move against him, the other going to lower the one holding her chin in place. "Are you ready, baby?" Her eyes open back up to meet his.

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He gasps, knowing soon he won't be able to keep himself silent any more as his eyes roll back into his head. She almost gets away with taking over, but slowly his gaze peels back as she tries to move his hand. His grip flips, grabbing her wrist and looking up at her with black eyes. John loves this view more than anything, but it isn't the time; and he's too far gone besides. He takes a moment to drink her in anyway, but then he's pulling her down against his chest at the same time his hips thrust up into her, the slap of their bodies echoing across the tile lewdly.

"That's my line," he chastises her, lips ghosting across hers in a cruel smile as his hands settle possessively over her backside and his hips start to snap faster and harder. "Tell me when." He seals the reminder with a tugging bite against that full lower lip.

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Zari gasps as he pulls her against him, quickly shifting into a loud moan as his hips snap up into her. There's nothing normal or standard about this. Her eyes are pitch black and unseeing with every snap. This would be more than enough to do her in if not for how clearly he's enjoying himself. Zari feels his mouth stretch into a smile. It's so unbelievably hot to have switch things up this way, take away the control she normally enjoys from this position, and revel in it. She could make a whole night of this, but they're both spent.

It doesn't take her long to get there, forgetting about being quiet as the only thing that seems to exist is the way their bodies slap together against the water and how it lights her up. Her nails dig into his skin as she finally breaks the silence to plead with him for one last release with her. "John, now. Please...." It comes out as little rasps. She's so far gone it's actually hard to form the words.

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He slowly sits up until he's fully seated inside her, both hands running up her body to cup her face. The move cuts his speed in half, but any discomfort he feels by denying himself is overtaken by how much he loves to watch her impatience get the better of her.

"Hold onto me," he orders into her ear, shifting so he can reach behind her to pull the drain plug. For how close he is to the edge, it almost compromises his control, but he manages to come back to her panting and still hard inside. "I'm gonna make you scream." It might wake the whole ship, but he doesn't care anymore. All he wants is to overload her with so much pleasure she can't see straight anymore.

One hand travels down her front covetously, his hot touch claiming every inch of skin as it passes to its final destination. John's fingers close around that small bundle of nerves at the same moment his hips begin to move again, catching just the right angle he knows will leave her powerless. As the water drains out of the tub around them, his legs close around her back, his public bone grinding hers as he tortures and pinches her clit.

"That's it, three for me, baby. Say my name." He hums against her lips as he leans in for an unsustainable kiss, trying to contain most of the noise with his mouth despite his threat from earlier. While she's still under the tide, his hips circle to one end, determined to wring a fourth and final orgasm from her though he knows how intense it will be for her. Just the thought of that sends him over with a relief-soaked chuckle as he sucks on her tongue, coming inside her hotly as both hands instantly release to pull at her nipples now. He can feel her sensitivity as her body convulses around him, milking him for every last drop. "Was that four? Oh, yeah, that's a much sexier number."

His hips work until he's sure they're both done and maybe a little beyond, enjoying the pain of his own sensitive member still buried inside her, fully empty.

"Next time, maybe we'll both get there," he murmurs against her before nuzzling into her throat, both arms winding around her until they both can catch their breaths enough to move.