(he pins her wrists and ruts into her anew and she looks to his good eye, her own half-lidded with need. she wills herself not to look away or close her eyes. he might feel the slightest shift in the aura around them as her innate magic thrums involuntarily. zatanna kisses him back, desperate.)
What...do you want? (she manages to pant, posing his question right back.)
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What...do you want? (she manages to pant, posing his question right back.)