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[demonspawn]

IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

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ur character + that character = facesucking.
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[waiting]

[ And really, how was he supposed to expect this as a follow up? If he was still talking, he'd be cut off pretty quickly, but as he's fallen silent, the only noise he makes is a huff of surprised breath through his nose when Zatanna yanks him in. Instinct kicks in, and he compensates for the pull other weight by resting his hands on her waist to keep them from over balancing.

A W K W A R D.

What the hell is he supposed to do now? It takes him half a beat to make a decision, and then he thinks, fuck it and sets his hand more firmly at the small of her back and dips her backwards. If they're doing this, might as well do it properly. ]

[hexappeal]

[See! Doesn't know her as well as he thought he was getting to, now, does he? It isn't always a bad thing, though she knows that she can be rather frustrating at times.

And Zee considers it pretty successful since he didn't push her away or worse. She decides to test the waters and shuffle closer to give her hips a light press against his. There's a fine line between flirting with the promise of more and being lewd and lacking true temptation (or, skanky, if you'd rather). There's no grinding action goin' on here, alas.

Finally, she lets go of his collar to grab a hold of his shoulder and maybe, just maybe, she kicks a foot up and lets her toes curl. Man, when she really puts effort into it? She knows how to pick 'em.

Her lips part midway through, but she doesn't invite anything rough or passionate for the moment. Instead, she rides it out on the sweet and thoughtful wave, eventually parting just far enough to look at him and to raise a hand and give his cheek a light tap-tap-tap.]

Black hair.

[waiting]

[ He doesn't push for anything more, either; it's a rather tame, classic sort of kiss, where more of the action is in the sweeping off bit than attempting to play tonsil hockey. That doesn't stop him from murmuring, when she pulls back. ]

Can't tell when you're not looking.

[ Because of course his eyes are closed. This is a movie kiss. He opens them after a moment, or one of them, at least, before he rights them both, straightening and maybe patting at himself a little self-consciously. After that, he kinda feels the need for a smoke, if only to deal with the confusion. ][ He sounds a little plaintive. He suspects he's being messed with, as usual. ]

[hexappeal]

[She's rather pleased with herself right now and it shows in her expression. She looks like that cat that ate the canary, smarmy and self-satisfied. It's kind of cute, assuming that the reason behind the look isn't going to be she'll eat her present company alive.

Of course, he might like that...]

Spoil-sport. [She absently straightens her top hat and takes a step back to offer him up his personal space which she'd been intruding mere moments ago.] I'd like to think that I'm worth looking at.