Magic Woman I can't leave you alone

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Characters: Zatanna and bb!Dick not-so-little Dick | Zatanna & Jack | Zatanna & Korra | Zatanna & OPEN
Date: All during Mis-Spell
Location: All around the Turtle
Situation: See Prompts for Shenanigans
Warnings/Rating: H for Hormones. I mean, more than usual


((*note - three placeholders have been put up due to previously plotted scenarios.  If you would like one for your character to run into Zee as well, either PM or ping me over at hina_mun.  Otherwise, feel free to make your own starter below catching her during one of her occasional trips in between study sessions.  After all, girl's gotta eat~))

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[hackingyoursensors]

You can keep the rest. For breakfast, maybe?

[He's a teenage boy, of course he eats spaghetti for breakfast.]

So, feeling up to sleep for a little while?

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[She moves to start packing it up. There was a bit of storage space left in her kitchen downstairs.]

Would it make a difference if I said I wasn't?

[hackingyoursensors]

No, it just determines my strategy.

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You have a strategy.

Oh, this, I have to hear.

[hackingyoursensors]

Oh, I'm not going to tell you. That's not good strategy.

You didn't answer my question, by the way.

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Has anyone ever told you you're kind of evil?

[She stood up, stretching her arms over her head. Actually sitting down in a fairly restful mood had drained most of her adrenaline. Now, she felt like a lethargic lump.]

I'll give it a shot, but I make no promises.

[hackingyoursensors]

Only every other day.

[He grins, but there's a promise in his words.]

Good, because I'm not leaving until you've fallen asleep.

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[She circles around to come meet his gaze. Raising one eyebrow and smirking.]

I know this might come as a shock to you, but not everybody can fall asleep easier knowing they have an audience.

[hackingyoursensors]

[Smirking right back.]

Oh, but I'm no ordinary audience.

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Prove it.

[hackingyoursensors]

Well, get comfortable and let me work my magic.

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[Very smooth. But this whole intervention was his idea, and she was starting to suspect she'd been far too compliant. Make things easy on him, and he might start to think she was listening to him. Couldn't have that, now.]

Make me.

[A grin. She was teasing, of course, but wanted to see what he would do. Because she was still only fifteen years old, no matter what the spell had done to her appearance. And also still Zatanna.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Challenge accepted.

Hope you don't mind if he picks you up bridal style and swings you around slightly, Zatanna. Don't hex him too much.]

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[As a matter of fact, she does mind.]

[...okay, no, she really doesn't. Though that's not going to stop her from letting out a small shriek when he does it. The gesture was only partially a surprise. She did practically dare him to do it. And the laughter that escaped her probably made any further protests from that point on pretty pointless, anyway.]

Not one comment about my weight, you.

Remember: I just ate.

[hackingyoursensors]

I'm a gentleman.

[He knows better, thank you.]

[He then sets her down on the couch gently.]

So, what do you think of step 1?

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Not bad.

You've got my interest now.

[As opposed to every other time.]

[The height difference was accentuated by him hovering over her like that. She had to tilt her head back to continue meeting his gaze, fingers lightly grazing over the skin of his forearms. Already somewhat missing the warmth of his body heat when he'd held her.]

[hackingyoursensors]

Then I'll count it as a success.

[He doesn't want to step away but, um, he probably should.

Making out is not sleeping.

So he sits on the ground in front of the couch, leaning back so he can meet her gaze.]

[backwordscompatible]

[No, no it is not. In fact, it would be just about the opposite of sleeping.]

[Zatanna tried not to look too disappointed when he pulled away. To cover it up, she repositioned herself so that she was laying fully across the couch, head resting on the armrest. Her eyes never once left his.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He doesn't say anything.

He starts humming instead.

Welcome to step 2.]

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[Richard Grayson, you play dirty.]

[Her smirk widens when she recognizes what he was up to. It wasn't going to work. She was sure of it.]

[But, in the meantime of it definitely not working, she would...humor him. Right. That. Closing her eyes and tilting her head just enough so that she would be able to catch every note.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Oh he knows.

His humming gets louder. Unfortunately for Zatanna, he has a very good musical ear and a lot of determination.]

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[So she's noticed.]

What song is that?

[Pay no attention to the suddenly dreamy quality to her tone. She was still convinced this absolutely, definitely wasn't working...much.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He breaks off from his humming to answer.]

I don't know the name. It's an old song my mom used to sing.

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[Her eyelashes fluttered open at this, staring up at him with her lips slightly parted. His mom. It wasn't often he spoke about his past. Then again, neither did she. But she knew that for him to be humming a song from his childhood...it meant something.]

[Smiling sleepily up at him, she reached out with one hand, lightly cupping his cheek. A gentle touch. Her arm was too limp for much more than that. It was the gesture that matter.]

I like it. A lot.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He leans back a little more.

He doesn't answer her question outright, but he starts humming again.]