(the aura of magic wanes with her climax, though her senses yet buzz with aftershocks, his praise and continued rutting responsible. she feels him tense, his hips stutter, and then the flood of his seed spilling inside her.
when he collapses beside her, zatanna doesn't move much. she's catching her breath and basking in the afterglow, only tilting her head to look at him...and maybe reaching to lace her fingers with his.)
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when he collapses beside her, zatanna doesn't move much. she's catching her breath and basking in the afterglow, only tilting her head to look at him...and maybe reaching to lace her fingers with his.)