Pairing: Dick/Zatanna
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,100
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They've lived in this house for more than half a year now when she realizes that she's never once been in the pool that's in their backyard. It's probably because they moved in at the end of fall and it's only now starting to warm up again since they're well into spring and quickly approaching summer. They could've always heated the pool if they wanted to, but it just seemed little silly at the time because it was raining nonstop the first week or two they got settled in and then they were into winter and it was snowing all the time.

Now it's sunny all the time since the spring showers have died down and the days land anywhere between high-70s and mid-80s.

She knows that's not terribly hot, but it can feel like it when there isn't a breeze and you have the sun beating down on you all the time. And it's kind of like, the perfect temperature, because it's hot enough to wear light clothing but not too hot make you feel sluggish and lazy.

She loves it.

And she knows she has this one bikini she's never worn yet because Artemis bought it for her towards the end of their vacation in Florida and she forgot to wear it the last time they swam at the beach. It's maroon with these light blue and gold beads at the ends of the strings and she loves it. Now she has an excuse to wear it.

She finally does on an insignificant Thursday. It's getting darker by the time she's getting back from the restaurant. The dress rehearsal for her show in two days ran a little longer than necessary because they had to coordinate lighting and all of that, but otherwise it went smoothly and she feels confident about having an amazing show for the weekend.

"What do you want me to make for dinner?"

"I can pick something up," Dick offers. She has him on speaker, her phone sitting on the counter of the breakfast bar as she's flipping through their recipe album.

"Dick…"

"You're just getting home, right? Then don't worry about it. It'll be easier."

"Are you sure?" She actually doesn't feel like cooking right now, which is weird because she usually loves it, especially for Dick.

"Just relax. I'm literally about to leave work and I can pick something up and be there in half an hour, tops."

She exhales, says that she loves him as she's shutting the recipe album closed. He says the words back and sounds amused, which he probably is. She always worries over admittedly silly things that she knows he won't sweat over, like her not making dinner for one night. And it's not that she feels obligated to make dinner, but he always makes her breakfast because he's just up earlier than she is and since she typically gets home before him, she makes dinner. It's their routine and she loves it.

She just really doesn't feel like cooking tonight.

He hangs up after promising to be home soon and she tucks the album back into its place in an overhead cabinet before, catching a glimpse of the pool. It's hard to miss it since it's pretty big and their house has so many windows that it feels like it's made out of glass. That's also ironic, having a house that's so open even though their lives are so secretive.

(Yes, that was the entire point, and no one seemed to understand why they found it so funny when they first bought the place.)

It takes like, two seconds for her to decide that she kind of really wants to take a swim.

Yes. She thinks she will.

She doesn't know how long she's been in the water when she hears Dick's car pulling into the driveway, and when he walks through the front door, he looks right at her through the windows and gets this smile on his face. She smiles back, lifts her hand from the water to wave and watches him chuckle.

He disappears into the house for a few minutes and she sort of just swims around a little until she hears the sliding door from the kitchen to the backyard open and turns to see Dick walking towards her in swim trunks and nothing else. He's smiling at her as he comes up to the side of the pool, gets down on one knee and leans over to kiss her on the lips.

"Swim with me."

He sets a hand on the back of her neck and kisses her a little deeper.

"Dick," she laughs breathlessly. "Please?"

And he just winks at her before jumping into the middle of the deep end, splashing her where she's standing. He shakes his head out when he resurfaces, getting drops of water everywhere and making her laugh. He flashes a smile, locks his eyes with hers as he swims backwards until his back is against the wall of the deep end. She bites her lower lip because she knows the look he's giving her and if they're not careful… Well, they've had sex in some very public places when there was a more-than-slim chance of getting caught.

You can only imagine what they can and probably will do in their own backyard.

Still, she swims over and drapes her arms around his neck. His arm circles her waist and pulls her against him, turns them so that her back is against the wall and he's pressing against her front and props his other arm over the side of the pool to keep them upright while they're not treading.

He leans forward and kisses the underside of her jaw. "Welcome home," she whispers into his ear, and he hums against her skin.

"It's good to be home."

She bites her lower lip, just barely presses her hips against him.

"You look beautiful," he tells her.

"It's just the bikini." She meant it teasingly, because Dick tells her all the time how beautiful he finds her.

But then he moves his hand up from her waist, slides his fingers up her spin to play with the knot keeping her bikini top in place. His voice is low in her ear as he says, "Oh yeah?" in this way that makes her shiver in anticipation because he sounds like he's about to prove to how much he loves her with the bikini off and she really, really wants him to.