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Magic Woman I can't leave you alone

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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[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.

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?

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.]

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.]

[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.]

[He doesn't say anything.

He starts humming instead.

Welcome to step 2.]

[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.]

[Oh he knows.

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

[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.]

[He breaks off from his humming to answer.]

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

[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.

[He leans back a little more.

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

[Her arm lazily dropped when he pulled away. Spoilsport.]

[Then the humming started again, and she had little else but to resume her listening. The melody was incredibly soothing. And he really was very good. Perfectly in tune. Not a single note out of place, each blending into the next. It made it so much easier to focus on him and him alone, momentarily blocking out the rest of the world.]

You'll really stay...till I fall asleep?

[This time, it came out almost like a mumble.]

Of course.

[As if to emphasize the point, he shifts slightly and makes himself comfortable... as comfortable as he can on the floor.]

Sure you don't...wanna join m'?

[Her eyes didn't open, but she could sense him shifting down there. It didn't seem all that comfortable. Not compared to the couch cushions.]

I wouldn't mind.

You sure I won't be distracting?

[He's avoiding it because he doesn't want to fall asleep.]

Thought that was the point.

[Distracting her from everything that had been keeping her from sleeping. And...darnit...it really was working; she shifted a little in her position, settling further into her makeshift bed. Clearly more relaxed than she'd been in days.]

Fair enough.

[Dick moves to the end of the couch and settles in.]

[Still not quite what she'd been hoping for...but, hey, he was a bit closer now. And not sitting on the floor. Her legs brushed up against his, practically curled into his side to compensate for the suddenly lack of room down there.]

Better?

A little. But it looks like I've taken up all of your leg room.

So come up here, where there's more space.

[To his credit, there's only a moment of hesitation before he stretches out on the full length of the couch.]

[It's warm and, well. Comfortable.]

[Very comfortable.]

[There was no hiding the satisfied smirk on her lips...at least, until it was interrupted by yet another yawn. Hush, you. Let her enjoy her small victory.]

Even better-er.

[At the apparent sacrifice of her ability to remember proper grammar.]

Good.

[He's not tired at all. Just ignore that yawn that escaped him.]

Mission complete.

[She neither sees nor hears anything out of the ordinary. Nor is she leaning back so that her body's just barely pressing against his.]

Think you could...keep singing?

[Humming. Whatever. It had a different effect when the source was this close.]

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