Zed leaned further over the railing and peered down at him with unblinking eyes. "I don't like yellow, Johhnnn!"
Constantine frowned. "It doesn't matter what bloody color they are." Had she really just said she didn't like yellow? What the devil did the color matter? They were beads for Christs sake. He dropped the yellow beads unceremonially on the ground and held up a green pair. "Better?"
His lips twisted in a leer when her shirt went up above her collarbone and he got a nice view of red lace. He drew his arm back and let the beads fly. She missed them but they landed on the railing and she snatched them up.
He was already starting to enjoy this trip.
So much for her little innocent act, though. He wasn't going to let her live this down. She was drunk. His conscious pricked at him for a moment. "Sorry, she's on her own." He murmured to himself and headed inside.
He pitied the janitor that had to clean up after his footsteps and the elevator because he wasn't taking the stairs. The elevator dinged and he stepped out. Before he'd even slid his card into the electric lock he could already hear Zed on the other side. Amusement filled him.
The door slid open and he stepped inside. His suitcase was on the floor and lying open. His clothes were no longer folded. One of his shirts and a jacket was strewn over one side of the suitcase. One balcony door was open and as he strode towards the bathroom he caught sight of a long shapely leg and back tracked. He nearly bent over backwards before he straightened and walked to the open balcony door.
Zed was still on the balcony, collecting beads but very pickily. Who the hell cared about what color the beads were? She was wearing his shirt and tie, just like he'd originally thought. But that was it. She was barefoot. He was pretty sure she was wearing another red piece of lace, but the shirt covered her thighs.
"What is it with you and breaking into my room?"
She turned at the sound of his voice and her eyes lowered immediately to the beads he'd stuffed in his pocket. "I want the purple one. Give it to me."
He looked down with a frown and then arched an eyebrow. "I don't think that's how it works." Zed didn't hesitate. She whipped up the shirt and he had a clear view of everything for a split second.
'A brunette who has a taste for lingerie.'
Those words still held true. She was probably going to give him hell tomorrow. She may just kill him. His excuse was at the ready. Who was he to deny a lady? He whipped up a bottle of Jack Daniels, not his favorite and tilted it back. He wanted at least one. He took one swing before setting it down and heading for the shower again.
"You're gonna die! There's Demons out there! This Darkness shit is just... I've had it with these Demons. Seriously. I'm tired of their mind fucks-"
John spun on his heel and strode towards Zed. He took one step onto the balcony and circled her waist with his arm from behind and lifted her clear off her feet. He dragged her back inside with him and then kicked the glass door shut with the heel of his boot. "None of that, luv." He said, highly amused. "You're likely to end up in an asylum or in jail before the nights over if you keep that up."
"Ew...ewwwww. You're all nasty and wet." Zed said, squirming in his arms.
That was two shirts that was ruined. The one he was currently wearing and the one that he'd just bloodied thanks to Zed's over talkative mouth. "Those Demons you were just talking so highly of."
He placed his hand on the top of her head and pushed her down into the chair behind her. "Stay." His conscious had kicked in. As much as he was enjoying the show she was presenting to the world, he really couldn't allow her to go running her mouth about Demons and things that go bump in the night. A few people above might have a few things to say about that.
He left her in the chair to opt for the shower. He really wanted that shower. The blood was starting to dry. That shit itched like hell when it dried. He stripped the shirt over his head and let his pants fall before stepping out of them.
He was going to fucking burn the shirt.
Tugging the shower curtain across the rod he flipped the switch for the hot water and let it pour over him. It was steaming hot, steam rising up until it fogged the bathroom. He scrubbed at his head furiously, all that blood had better come out.
The water gathering at his feet before sliding down the drain was red, the blood rinsing off his body in waves until it started to fade to pink. The hot water was doing his body good, at least. He scrubbed his hands over his face and the rings holding the shower curtain in place jingled.
His eyes flew open as Zed stepped into the shower.
"Jesus, are you crazy! That's hot!" Zed muttered, jumping and nearly knocking his head back.
"What the devil are you doing?" Constantine sputtered out. His hand snaked out and plucked up a towel and wrapped it around his hips out of instinct. He was still in the shower so the towel soaked instantly. He wasn't shy by any means, it was more out of a thoughtless reaction to Zed jumping in suddenly.
He'd showered with women before, but those circumstances had been different.
"You got blood in my hair." Zed said, as if that made sense and closed her eyes as she stuck her head under the spray of water. His eyes dropped instantly when he noticed the white shirt. It was soaked. The red lace peaked through as if she wasn't even wearing the white shirt and he could see the clear outline of her nipples.
His dick twitched.
She lifted her hands and started rubbing at her forearms furiously.
"What the hell are you doing? Come on." He started to push the shower curtain back and reach for her but she slapped his hand away.
"You got blood on me." Zed said, pointing to one arm that had a clear handprint.
Yes, he'd forgotten about that. A thought crossed his mind. He reached out to steady her before she knocked herself out from her own drunken clumsiness.
"Where's your birthmark?"
"Why are you wearing a towel in the shower? What's wrong with you?" She retorted and reached for the front of his towel.
John burst out laughing. He just couldn't help himself. He reached around her and twisted the water off. Before she could turn on him for that he looped an arm around her waist and brought her up against his side and hauled her out of the tub, dripping wet.
He'd clean up the bloody mess on the bathroom floor later.
"It's not me, luv, it's you." John said, laughing. This was rich. He grabbed a towel off rack before towing her with him back into the room and then pushed her back down into the chair. She gave a muffled squeel when he towel dried her hair roughly. He picked up another one of his shirts and forsake it for her. He highly doubted she'd appreciate the memory of walking out into the hallway like that.
"Now, get out of the clothes first, dry off and then put on the shirt." He instructed because he had the feeling she'd put the dry shirt on over the wet one if he let her. He could just take her back to her room but short of just knocking her out, he didn't trust her to not go tipping over the balcony.
He kind of needed her visions.
He went back into the bathroom and stepped around the bloody mess on the floor and pulled out a dry towel and switched it out, tucking one side beside his hip. When he walked back out she was curled up in the chair with the same wet clothes on.
He sighed and dropped into the chair opposite of her. He was reaching for a pair of khaki pants when a still wet Zed dropped herself onto his lap, straddling him. He leaned back in the chair and arched an eyebrow. His hands moved automatically, coming to rest on her thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing the wet material of his shirt.
His mind was starting to go into overtime.
"I think you've had quite enough to drink tonight."
"You've drank twice as much as me." She murmured.
"Yea, but I'm bigger than you."
"That you are, John Constantine, that you are." She waved her hand dramatically in the air. "You're a pain in the ass." Zed said suddenly.
He blinked at that and his lips twitched. Where had that come from? "And why is that?"
"You're you."
He threw his head back and laughed out loud. "I've always been me."
"Chas and I are going to dump a bucket of ice on you the next time we walk in on you."
John snickered. He just couldn't help himself. Chas had walked in on him a few mornings after a long...eh, night. He always did end up kicking the covers away. Chas was probably tired of see his ass. The ice bucket was probably Zed's idea.
"What else have you and Chas been conspiring?" He asked innocently.
"He's getting you a new tie for your birthday."
Great, just what he needed.
"Oh, and some purple and blue skull. I think it's crystal or something. He's still looking into it."
He grinned at her slurred speech. At least she wasn't jumping around anymore. "What are you getting me?"
"A blow up doll."
"I'll be sure to act surprised."
"I was going to get you a box of blue condoms but who wants a dick that looks like frost bite?"
John stared at her for a moment, wondering if those words had really come out of her mouth before he shook, laughing. "Thank you for the consideration, luv." He couldn't stop laughing. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against her neck.
She bit him.
Hard.
"Fuck-" He muttered, gripping her shoulders and shaking her slightly. "Let go, you little monster." She released him just as suddenly as she'd bit him and he rubbed his shoulder. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"I win. Three minutes and you're out."
"That's what happens when you have an Incubus controlling your libido beforehand." He said, laughing, nearly snickering at her drunken attitude. He gave one of her thighs a warning squeeze. "But you weren't complaining. We could always try for that five minutes."
Five minutes his ass. Next time was going to be a homerun and a hell of a lot longer than five minutes.
"I've thought about it." Zed murmured, rolling her glossy eyes.
He lifted one eyebrow. Really now? A drunk was always a truthful drunk. She must have known that he was thinking about it because she looked down.
They were talking about sex, all he had on was a towel and she was in a wet white shirt and straddling him. He was only a man. A very perverted man. But she already knew that.
"Not my fault. I can't control that bad boy, luv." He said in defense.
"You need a firm hand."
John snickered. He knew the comment probably wasn't entirely sexual, but that was how he took it.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you liked me, Zed."
Her brows snapped down. "I hate your guts."
That almost hurt his feelings until she added, "But I like you, too." He opened his mouth but she wasn't done. She was blabbering, her tone lazy but almost serious. "I like you...too much. You drive me crazy. Sometimes I want to throw one of those books at you." Her voice lowered to a dramatic whisper when she lifted her hands and clutched his face in her hands. "I could just kiss you sometimes." She muttered and jerked his face forward.
He smelled the alcohol on her breath. He could taste it when she opened her mouth over his. His reputation didn't proceed him because he kissed her back, his hands sliding up her thighs before shifting around and sliding up the small of her back, the damp shirt moving upward with it.
So she liked him, huh?
This was something good to know. She thought about him. Definitely about kissing him. That was very good to know. She shifted in his arms, rising up over him so that he had to tilt his head back to follow her kiss. His hands moved down automatically, over the curves of her ass before squeezing them. The damp material covering her ass rubbed against his palms and he shoved his hands beneath the material, grabbing warm flesh instead.
He bit her bottom lip. "How about telling me where is this so-called birthmark of yours?"
She nipped him in return. "Where you're grabbing me."
In answer his hand tightened around one asscheek. There? On her ass? No wonder he hadn't seen it last time. She sank back down against him and then ground her hips down against the towel that was threatening to come undone from the pressure of his dick.
Still gripping her ass he stood her up and followed. "None of that. You'd kill me in the morning."
"What?" Zed questioned, her cheeks flushed, frowning.
"Don't worry. I know all your dirty little secrets, luv." He said and her words were lost in the folds of his shirt when he whipped the damp material off over her head. He spun her around and unclipped her bra and reached around tugged it off, throwing it to the floor.
"Don't move." He pushed her arms into the sleeves of another one of his shirts, this one dry and spun her back around. He tugged the edges closed-again, before he did something he was going to regret-and fastened the buttons. He was already regretting not doing something from the ache down south, it looked like. Leaning down, he tugged off the wet panties and helped her step out of them.
He could carry her back to her room, but God forbid she get sick and ended up puking all over herself. He grimaced. Way to go, Constantine. Play the babysitter. She stumbled to the side and he caught her and then lifted her and literally tossed her onto the bed.
She landed on her stomach, one leg bent up and revealing the curve of one sexy ass cheek.
He leaned down suddenly, but didn't touch her, his eyes moving over that sexy curve.
"Whaaaaat are you doing?" Zed asked, and her tone would have been serious if not for the hicuup she gave and the slurred what.
John grinned. "Go to sleep, Zed." He said, heading back into the bathroom for a very, very cold shower.
When he came back out, Zed was blissfully and thankfully passed out.
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