John Constantine shows up in Metropolis out of nowhere, drops into the SHG's lives like some sort of magical bomb. He's a transfer student straight out of England. He's a normal high school student by day, a demonologist by night. Zee Zatara is pop...
"Oh, sorry. I just needed some sleep after last night..." I threw myself out of bed.
"I understand. Watching you sleep was quite satisfying. You are quite cute, you know that?"
"Oh, my God, it's snowing!"
"That it is, Luv." I pulled my shirt over my head and clasped my black strapless bra around my chest and put my actual clothes on. My only red dress, black jacket, black boots, and my gold star earrings. And I picked my black quilted bag out for later, for when I go out. I went into the bathroom and got ready and everything and then went back out.
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(Like that but no tights.)
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I started to walk towards the door, but before I could, I felt a hand at my waist. I turned around, seeing the blonde Brit I love. "John..."
"Stay for a bit, Luv?" He asked, kissing my cheek. "Anything for you, John." I put my bag down and turned back to him with a sweet smile. "Merry Christmas, Luv."
"Merry Christmas, John," I responded, shrugging my jacket off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he put his around my back, and he kissed me, the now familiar taste of smoke filling my mouth. Oh, God, he knows how to really please me... He lifted me off my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the wall, and we both moaned. He let me down, and I pulled on his shirt, pulling his lips down to meet mine again. He made quick work of my dress, lifting my back from the wall and unzipping it before pulling it over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties. I easily undid his shirt before he crashed his lips on mine again.
"Mmh... oh, God... Zee, oh, God... you're perfect..." John told me, running his hand through my hair. He slipped a hand into my panties, finding my entrance. "John... John, oh, God..." I let out a soft moan before he shut me up, pretty much shoving his tongue into my mouth. He pulled away from my lips for a second. "Bloody hell... you're wet..."
