Meaning: Romance, passion


They really have to stop these little "outings" of theirs, she thinks. It's just not right.

They broke up when he was 17 and she had just turned 18. It was amicable, no hard feelings whatsoever. They were growing apart and decided they had other, more pressing things in their lives to focus on, like her mission to free her father or his escalating struggle to escape Batman's shadow. The emotions were very much still there, but there just wasn't enough time in the day to act on them, and the last thing they wanted to do was force a relationship that neither could realistically keep up. They stayed good friends, best friends, and they promised each other to try whatever this was again when their lives were less cluttered.

But sometimes they can't help themselves. They were, after all, just teenagers. Incredibly good-looking, exceptionally well-endowed teenagers.

Friends with benefits is such an ugly term to her. She considers herself better than that, and she considers their friendship a bit more mature than booty calls and random hookups. Which is what she's trying to remind herself of while he drags her into a broom closet and locks the door behind them, lifting her up by her ass to gently place on the countertop and mashing his lips needily onto her.

She gently pushes him away, panting for breath while he struggles to undo her brand new corset without ripping it. "We shouldn't."

"Why not?" He kisses her again, and despite her reservations she kisses back hard. He feels her gloved fingers explore his body, their cool touch sending shivers up his spine. When they break off for more air, she pulls him down to her neck, and he happily obliges by pressing his lips to the exposed skin right beneath her bowtie.

"We broke up. It's not proper." Zatanna shudders when he tears his lips off with a pop, his hot breath only further accentuating the sting of her new blemish. She repays the favor by kissing his jaw, her tongue tracing circles on his skin. She can taste the shaving gel he used this morning.

Dick chuckles. "You don't seem to mind."

Zatanna responds by looping her legs around his caped back and yanking him towards her so that his waist grinds against her thighs. "Shut up."

He smirks, whispering into her ear in between kisses. "You look really hot today."

"I look really hot everyday."

"Not untrue. So do you still want me to leave?"

She huffs, knowing full well that her failure to resist will only further inflate his ego. She knows it's not the healthiest choice, but as much as she tries she just can't resist him. His touch is like a drug to her, and she's confident that he's the only person on the planet who could ever convince her into this.

He's her best friend. The love of her life. Maybe it's okay to let her guard down around him…

"Fine. Just this once."

"You said that last time."

"I mean it this time." His hands drop down to undo his belt while she slowly starts to untie the lace of her corset.

"You'll change your mind in a few minutes."

"You sure sound confident."

"Judging from how loud you get, I think I have reason to be."

"Stop talking and start working."

He gladly complies.