Meaning: Passion, love


"You sure we're ready?"

Zatanna responds by pushing him down to his back and climbing on top, slowly lifting up her shirt while he lies there motionless. He blushes at her wry smirk and gently slides his hands up her bare thighs to her short shorts, forcing a light shiver down her spine as she finally tosses her crop top to the side and leans down to kiss him demandingly.

She bites down on his bottom lip hard, forcing him to moan while she laps up small ampules of crimson blood as if she were a vampire. The alluring seductress drifts over to his neck, pressing her lips down and sucking until a bright red mark forms in her wake. He groans when she tears her mouth away with a pop, reaching up to scratch the irritated patch of skin while she smirks evilly down at him.

His girlfriend is horrible, he thinks. Horribly irresistible.

She sensually runs her cold fingers against his bare chest, and it becomes evidently aware to them that his cheeks are not the only part of his body that blood is rushing to. She begins to grind him playfully when she feels something poking at her back, which only further expedites his body's impulses.

"It's your birthday. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't get you a present?"

While he can't say he isn't excited, the rational part of his mind tells him to speak up. "We've never done this before."

She makes a face of dissatisfaction, but his words nonetheless get her thinking.

He has a point. They're still young - he only just turned 17 today. There's absolutely love between them, but it's never truly been realized like this before.

If they do this now, there's no going back.

Zatanna takes a pause while straddling his waist, and Dick inwardly kicks himself for killing the mood. He stares up into her eyes with curiosity as to what she's gonna decide; it may be his special day, but the choice is entirely hers. The last thing he wants is to pressure her into something she's uncomfortable with.

Eventually she smiles at him and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear as her fingers begin to dance on his bare chest.

"Do we love each other?"

He stares at her as if she's insane for even asking. "Of course."

"Then I think we're ready."

He can't argue with that. And to be honest, he doesn't want to.

She bends herself down to approach his lips, and he runs one hand through her rich, angelic hair while the other begins an expedition to map every square millimeter of her exposed skin. He feels her own hands do the same on his rock-like torso.

"I love you."

She bites her bottom lip and moans while his lips press against her neck, gently nipping her flawless skin to leave behind a bright red symbol of his undying adoration. His hand begins to desperately fumble with her bra strap, causing her to chuckle as her own fingers slowly reach down to his black briefs. He tears his lips away from the second mark he's formed on her neck, and through her shudders she becomes more and more determined to walk away from this night having left him in complete ruins.

"Show me how much, birthday boy."

Her privacy spells are sure gonna come in handy now, he thinks.