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thejusticelounge2014-03-30 04:10 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2014-03-30 04:10 pm
our world just beginning
Kyle comes in through Zee’s bathroom window. No kidding; he comes actually lets himself in through the front door, buzzing up and in plainclothes like a normal person.
"Zee?" he calls and stands inside her foyer by her front door.
"I’m in the living room." she calls, curled under her blanket sitting in her reading chair. On her lap sits a thick stack of papers she’s been sifting through, clicking her pen again and again as she reads over it all.
Kyle meanders in, hovering at the entrance of the living room for a bit and looking at Zee’s back profile for a long time, before he comes around to face her. He offers up a trio of gerbera daisies for her. “Hi nena. I’m sorry I left you.”
Zee clicks her pen once more before finally looking up at him, “Hi.” she sets aside her papers and pen, looking at the bright flowers like the ones Ollie said he liked so much, “Those are nice.”
Kyle settles on the armrest of the couch beside Zee, putting the flowers on the side-table. “They’re for you…” he presses his lips together and slowly breathes out through his nose. “Zee, c’mon, please.” Kyle’s curious to see what she’s working on, but he doesn’t ask, not yet.
Zee kicks off the blanket, reaching for the flowers as she stands, “What? You want me to kiss you and say it’s all better?” she shakes her head, taking the flowers over to the kitchen sink, grabbing a vase from a cabinet overhead. “These are from Earth right? I don’t want any weird moon rocks floating around when I’m not here…”
"They’re from that flower guy down the street," Kyle answers first, still sitting. Then he gets up and follows Zee into the kitchen, watching her fling open the sink faucet and cram the vase under it. "And no I don’t wanna kiss and make up right now. What I want is to talk and for you to forgive me. Whadda you want, Zee?"
Zee pulls the vase back, shutting the water off with a huff, “What I want is for you to read that letter you wrote for yourself.” she gestures with the vase towards the corner of her countertop, Kyle’s letter still sealed sitting on top of her mail. “Then we can talk.”
Kyle looks at her and then at the letter. It sits innocuously on the counter, white envelope and Kyle’s own scrawl pressing his name out in ink on the front. He looks back sidelong at Zee, sidling towards the letter and picking it up. Taking a slow breath again, Kyle leans against the counter and opens it. He looks over at Zee one more time before scanning through the letter. Kyle’s face slides from a mild indifference to another unreadable expression. Not because he’s hiding anything - it’s clear that it’s more like he’s trying to process what the hell he just read. “I…” He folds it back up into threes and looks over at Zee once more.
Zee presses her lips together as he reads over his own writing, a letter he couldn’t even possibly remember writing. Any details printed there had been sucked up by her. As he read she arranged his flowers, slowly rotating the three he’d given her about the small vase. “Whatever it says is true.”
In one hand, Kyle flips the letter open again. “It says - ‘hey cholito, somehow you’re gonna find out that Zee wiped your memories for a very specific reason. Nothing stays secret round here. This is Kyle telling you, Kyle, one thing: trust in Zee. She loves you enough to trust you, when you made her do this.’” Kyle takes a few steps closer to Zee as he holds the letter up to her. “You can read it if you like.”
Zee takes the letter skimming it over. Not a single mention of Damian written there. She frowns, a small knot twisting in her stomach. “So what do you think about all that.” she asks quietly, passing back the letter to him.
"Well…" Kyle puts the letter down, taking another step towards her, closing the gap between them slowly. "You said it had to do with that…Robin kid, right? Bruce’s son?" Kyle shrugs and blinks and for a flash moment he hears another child’s piping voice, "Green Lantern, why do you destroy…". Kyle clears his thoat, eyes glassing over for a moment. “Well whatever…however I knew him, it’s probably a good thing I don’t anymore. So.” He shrugs. “I don’t care. I know I’m not a big fan of you swizzling magic around in people’s minds, Zee, but. If I’m telling myself to trust you, then…” He spreads his hands. “Please don’t keep blaming yourself for this, nena.”
Zee brushes back her hair as he closes in, “Well that makes two of us. It’s not a fond sensation, draining out someone’s thoughts…” she shakes her head, frowning further, “It’s not so much blame, as it is a bit of guilt. I know what I erased from you, what that meant. And it’s almost to the point where I want to flush it all out of my head too.” she sighs, “It’s really heavy. And I hate it, and I’m sorry I told you all that over a text message. I probably should’ve waited for you to come home, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t wait because waiting feels like dying sometimes. I told you that already.”
"I didn’t know how it felt for you," Kyle says honestly. Because he thought it was just a spell; but clearly it is so much more…intense. And personal. Kyle reaches out and pushes her hair back further, letting his hand curl along her shoulder as she spoke. "God - I’m sorry I made you do…that. I don’t want to know anything more. I don’t care - and maybe that’s because I don’t got the memories anymore, but…it’s for the better, right?" He doesn’t wait for her to answer, he can see the pain and conflict flickering in her eyes. "I’m so sorry I ditched you, I really am. When you said that - when you sent me that text, I realized I was being a selfish idiot. But I was already on course and I couldn’t turn back, Zee. I’m sorry."
Zee nods, “It’s better it’s a lot better. You’d be miserable if you knew anymore, and I know you.” she leans forward, her head pressing against his chest while her hand swings upward to punch against his sternum. “Where’d you even go? You stupid selfish idiot?” she mumbles against the fabric of his shirt, rich with his familiar feel against her cheek. “I forgive you, a little bit.”
Kyle bends closer to her, catching her hands as she punches into him and keeping her close. She is willing and he leans down and kisses her hair, breathing in deeply. “A little bit is a good start. I went…all over the place. But I’m fine and I’ll tell you about that later. I wanna know more about what happened to you, corazon. I somehow managed to meet Dionysus, y’know. Well actually I punched him in the craw.” Kyle pets her hair, then backs them up towards the couch, imploring her to sit with him.
Zee slides onto her couch beside him, winding her arms around him and leaning in comfortably, “You met and punched Dionysus. And here all I did was wander around a beach, get swallowed by some ice cold sea water, and get lost in some cardboard cutout of Gotham with Steph. That’s really all there was to my trip to hell, plus being insulted. That too.”
Kyle sprawls out, and it’s remarkable just how easily they just…fit. The couch is familiar, their lounging is instinctual. Even though it had been days since they’d sat here together. He lets Zee get as comfortable as she wants, but he knows how she’ll end up against him - head against his chest, arms circling around his sides, just narrowly avoiding his ticklish area as her legs curl under her, knees resting on his thighs. Perfect. “You said before you were being insulted by - by your father. Or I’m assuming your, ah, facsimile of him. Your version of hell.” He smiles a bit. “But you make it sound like Hell was a piece of cake, nena.”
"Something like that, my version of hell." she bobs her head slowly, thinking over how unfazed she still felt about it all, " I snapped out of whatever wanted to drag me down. I didn’t let them play on my fears long enough for it to get any worse. It could’ve been a lot worse, twisting up much more of what keeps me up at night. Much worse than my father’s great momentary disappointment in his only child." she presses a kiss against his chest, closing her eyes as the lines on her forehead smooth out for the first time since he’d been gone.
Kyle strokes her hair, relaxing in increments with every new thing Zee says, every touch she imparts on him. “So I guess if we’re using the Greek model, then you and Steph were only on the outer rings. That’s…that’s good. That’s a relief, I’m glad you didn’t get dragged in more, I mean. I guess I can say that in retrospect, now that Ramsey and Kate are back.” He shakes his head clear of that frighteningly serious moment (they’re safe now. likely really mega fucked up; but safe.) and smiles. “One could say you had too much /willpower/ to end up in a worse place, hm? Willpower, y’know. Like your Lantern boyfriend who you love lots, even if he’s being a dramallama?”
"Oh so you think you’re rubbing off on me huh? Maybe that’s good, dramallama and all. Although I think we’ve both covered that area quite nicely already." she hums softly, "I’m glad I didn’t drown any more, I don’t really want to think of what could’ve washed up for me to face after that. You know how awful disappointment feels. The absolute worst." she sighs softly, "That’s right, poor sweet Ramsey, have you spoken with Kate since you got back?"
"You know I’m just imagining you like Cobb from Inception now. Washing up on the shores of limbo and all that. Ariadne…" Kyle murmurs and then is distracted by Zee’s question. "I sent her a text, before I left Earth. She’s worried about Ramsey, understandably. I mean…how does a parent deal with a kid who’s seen /Hell/?" Kyle shakes his head again. He doesn’t envy Kate and Ollie, Bruce and Ramsey’s other parents; but then he also simultaneously trusts them to know how to collectively help and support their little boy. Kyle still has that mentality even now - parents are like all-knowing gods, when it comes to their children. He compulsively kisses Zee’s hair again. "I love you."
Her first thought is to erase Ramsey’s memories of hell, to bring him back to whatever innocence that clung to him after the living hell they’d found in Cachement. But she blinks that back, sitting up and looking to Kyle with a small smile, “Yeah, I’m like Cobb. But I dress like Ariadne.” yeah she was like Cobb, always tilting people’s minds till maybe they’d eventually snap…but that was still a maybe, “I love you too.” she whispers softly, reaching up to tug on his hair, a little longer than she remembered it being.
Kyle shifts and chucks a hand gently under her chin, to keep her looking up at him. He ducks in, kissing her in such a rush he makes a needy hum against her mouth. He pulls her up more, closer against him.
Zee tugs against him as his lips are on her’s and the pressure of that is enough. She shifts up against him, smiling at his needy pur. Yes, this is how she likes to forget.
"I couldn’t stop thinking about you," Kyle says, his hands splaying as they slide down Zee’s ample curves and lower, to cup under her ass. He pulls her hard against him, to settle between his legs. "I had to leave, but I couldn’t wait to get back, Zee. I /wanted/ to come home. To you, because of you."
"You had to leave." she echos, hands curling against his shoulders, the muscles shifting there as his hands moved against her, "I think it was obvious I was thinking about you. I wanted you home more than anything.”
Keeping Zee’s thighs locked between his legs, Kyle reaches up and cups her face, keeping her eye contact. Her trusting blue eyes, and wicked dark hair curling about her face. “I shouldn’t have left you.” Kyle kisses her and then adds, “But I’ll have to leave again. And again, it’s what I do. I’d bring you along next time, but…you got your own life here, Zee. Right? I mean - that’s what we agreed on. Are we changing the rules again? Because, y’know…” He kisses her again - slower, tasting her. “…I’d be fine with that too, querida.”
She presses back, her lips dragging against his, “What are the rules now?” she asks, “That we do our own thing, then crash back when we can- because I need more transparency than you flying off and texting me by the time you’re long out of my range. I just need…” she drags her tongue against his lip, “Maybe a slight alteration is in order.”
His eyes flutter slightly at the feel of Zee’s tongue teasing against his mouth, whetting his appetite for her. “Yeah. So what do you need from us, Zee? C’mon you tell me first, I wanna know.” She so warm and soft in his hands and he wants to do more…but he wants to talk as well. She’s pliable, but there’s still a tenseness about her. He can’t help but feel a surge of pleasure, that he can sense this. His Zee, and he /knows/ her.
Zee drags her nails against the nap of his neck, lightly drawing out zigzag patterns against his skin like a brand, “I want…to get to say goodbye to you whenever you have to leave. No one else. Even if I’m sleeping, if I’m in the shower, or out shopping. Only exception being if I’m onstage, just wait for me to run backstage. You leaving Earth, particularly long periods of time, is a big deal to me.” she nods, her nose brushing against his, her exhale warm against his skin, “That’s what I want from us. What about you?”
Kyle shivers a bit, enjoying the feel of Zee’s fingers. Those perfectly manicured nails of hers…The thought of them makes his hips roll, up against the heat between her legs. “Sounds reasonable enough. Yeah, I can do that.” He noses against her jaw, kissing along the hinge up to her ear. It’s heady and dark under her curtain of hair. “I waaaant. Hrm. I wanna marry you one day.” His voice catches slightly, but he doesn’t stop there. “I wanna get to /that/ point with you, Zee. That’s what I want from us.”
Zee nods along with his agreement, smiling happily to herself as she can feel the heat between them rising, “I thought you could.” then his words come tumbling out, his voice thick against her ear. His lips brushing against her tender skin there and she pulls back, her hair wrapping and whipping against his face as she does, “What did you just say?” she asks lowly, although it’s obvious she’s heard every word. Her expression is that of shock, open and honest surprise at the confession he’s made to her.
Kyle let’s his head fall back with a little thud on the armrest, as he looks up at Zee and smiles a little, mouth still open. Her eyes are wide, sparkling blue in the dim light of her living room, her red mouth pursed. It’s really only then that Kyle realizes her perfectly lipstick’d mouth stays that way, even when kiss - magical perfect lips. But he’s digressing himself. He clears his throat. “I - uhhh, I mean. I wanna…I wanna marry you one day. Yeah. Like, in the future.” Kyle grins slowly, and he reaches up, unbuttoning her blouse. “The far, distant future. Weeks. Months. Years…but one day, Zee. That’s what I want. I love you.”
Zee laughs, it’s a quiet giggle at first, but it quickly builds to chest heaving, shoulder shaking laughter that has tears welling in her eyes, “I probably sound crazy.” she begins shaking her head with a wide smile, her hands resting against his as they continue to twist against the buttons on her blouse, “But I’d say yes. Whenever it happens. I kept saying I didn’t want it, and didn’t want anything permanent anymore- but you gone like that, after everything going on lately. It felt different.” her light blouse teased down her shoulders now, “I love you. And I want that too. Someday.”
Kyle doesn’t realize he needed to hear her say ‘yes’ until she says she would; and then it feels like his entire body lights up in joy. Actually - it has - he’s glowing green and Kyle barks a surprised laugh as well. He pushes himself up, sitting with Zee fit snugly on his lap. “Really? Really?? You - ayyy dios - ” Kyle grabs her face up and kisses Zee soundly; then her chin, down to her creamy shoulder and along the swell of her breasts. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make this a real thing, Zee. We’re gonna work, we’ll make us work. Amor, honeybaby, mi querida…”
Zee curves her hand against the back of his head, “I believe you, Kyle.” she beams, absolutly delighted in the shock of green that burst against his skin, and the feel of him back against her, rushed and excited all over. She giggles, “Hey…I like honeybaby.” her other hand work down his collar, tugging playfully at the fabric of his shirt, “I like honeybaby a lot.”
"Mmmm. I like my honeybaby too, she’s the best." He pivots off the couch, lifting Zee in his arms and carrying her into her bedroom. "Hi Pot, hi Tah," Kyle says as he passes their hutch and propels himself and Zee onto her bed. "I missed you, Zee. And your beautiful face and mmm, your long arms and of course…" Kyle grins, tracing his fingers along the lace of her bra against the swell of her breasts. "My two favorite planets."
Zee blows kisses to the hutch as they pass, “Night night, boos. Be good.” she stretches out onto her bed comfortably, sheets all back in their proper place from her earlier tantrum. She tilts her head to the side, “I thought you said I had a long neck, long arms too then?” she begins to reach out before his fingers tracing against her breast have her grinning wickedly, “Oh you’ve been hopping so many galaxies, and yet you still prefer these, fantastic news you two!” she cups her hands against the base of her breasts, then teasingly draws her hands back to the clasp that meets along her spine. “I missed you and your everything really. The way the side of your hips feel against my hands, your arms pressing around me, your cock inside me, honestly it’s impossible to choose just one feature.” but she had favorites, evident by the growing blush on her cheeks as she continued to tease.
"Oh jesus," Kyle breathes and then he’s kneeling above Zee, unwilling to stop staring as he undoes her jeans, getting her legs in the air to tug them and her little panties off. Kyle’s mouth is on her legs as soon as they’re bare, kissing to her knee and letting them crook on his shoulders. He keeps her legs up as he curls down, to pay homage to her celestial bodies. "You keep talking dirty like that baby, I’m gonna make you scream for me." He buries his face in her breasts, pulling her up off the bed so he can suck and roll her nipples in his mouth, peaking them into pink, wet arousal. Getting his clothes off is easy; it’s all constructs anyway.
Her feet flex as Kyle’s mouth is against her leg, goosebumps snaking up her arms and down her back at his sudden touch. “You’re gonna make me scream, oh is that a challenge or a fact pretty boy?” She watches in awe as Kyle’s clothes strip away, her hands curling around his ass with a hard squeeze. Her breath hitches as his mouth is around her nipple, “Babe, I want you to completely plow me, if I can stand up tomorrow we’ll have to try again.” her hand pulls forward to the base of his cock, already hard, curling her fingers and firmly stroking up, “If I get to scream, do I get to make you cry?”
Kyle gasps, his response to Zee’s hand around his cock palpable as the heavy, swollen weight jumps in her deft fingers. Angling himself, Kyle doesn’t want to give up her encouraging strokes, so he slips his own hand down her belly. “Is this part of our new relationship agreement too? Me fucking you good and hard until we both can’t see straight? Because I’m liking this arrangement, oh god. Oh god, Zee, I want you so much.” Kyle’s fingers part the slick flushed folds between her legs, knuckles rolling against her clit. She’s already so wet that he can’t help scooping up her nectar and licking it off his fingers. “You taste like heaven. You’re more’n ready - guide me into you, baby.”
Zee grins at his reaction, humming in delight as his hand trails down her torso warmly. His hands against her clit shock her system fast, only increasing the hungry look in her eyes as leans up, pressing her lips to his as her taste is still in his mouth. “With pleasure.” she exhales, her hand leading him right to her, his head soon enveloped inside her, leading his swollen cock to continue. She breathes slowly, her hand moving to pulse against his hip as he fills her. “God damn, babe.”
Kyle rocks himself deep and slow at first, bracing himself as he rubs a lazy, wet circle around her sensitive nub. He wants them to enjoy every sensation, every suck and pop sound - her tightness keeping him snugly inside. “Ohhhh that’s good…feels perfect. I’m home now, nena.” Kyle kisses Zee - soft and gentle at first and then increasingly harder, echoing his mounting thrusts. He buries himself to the hilt, into her welcoming heat and then pulls back out, all slapping wet skin and long, rough strokes. “Tell me you’re my baby, Zee. “
Zee feels the heat increasing against her sex as Kyle fills her, his hand working at her clit satisfyingly as they rock, “Welcome home.” she smiles, her eyes blinking slow with pleasure. Her lips crash against his, her red lipstick still in place likely hiding how swollen they felt to her, but she’s not complaining. How quickly their mouths seems to draw together tonight it’s electric to her. His thrusts deepen, and she can feel herself contracting against him, the slick sounds as he pulls back sending her gasping, “I’m your baby.” she promises him, her hand gripping firmly against his side as her toes flex impossibly hard. “I’ll always be your baby, and you’re my bear.” her nails dig back into his skin now, not holding back as his strokes roughen, “Sweet as honey, and plenty of bite.”
Kyle changes pace, grinding his hips when he’s in her, and her body willingly rolling with his in perfect rhythm. When they’re synced like this, it’s like nothing is wrong and everything is good; and Kyle pants wetly against her open mouth, brow furrowing when his own belly tightens from almost painful waves of pleasure. Her breathy whispers, so sure and sublime and the way her heels dig into his back when she flexes - he can barely think about anything beyond Zee, just Zee, always Zee. Kyle gathers her and sits back, keeping her impaled on his cock as he starts to thrust upwards, pushing her hips down at the same time. “Your bear, huh,” he huffs, amused as he nuzzles into her ample breasts. “You like it wild and untamed, hnn?”
Zee rolls her hips into his, rocking forward and back against him in a steady rhythm. “Try flexible." she encourages, "You can be a grizzly bear, teddy bear, baby bear- I’ll take any variety, but tonight," she bends, her mouth quickly sucking against his jaw, teeth bared against his skin, "You tell me." her voice is throaty, heavy with pleasure as she continues to press herself around him deeper, harder, her fingers circling her own clit with a practiced hand while Kyle’s hands are against her hips. All welcome pressures.
"How about…" Kyle pauses just a bit, constructing over himself a full-on beard and strapping construct belts around them both. "…that kinda bear?" He grins at Zee until she swats the beard away, but Kyle keeps a construct belt. He traces and drags the looped belt teasingly over her nipples and then slides it behind her, lightly smacking her ass with it each time he thrusts up into her. "Naughty girl," Kyle moans as her mouth works a different kind of magic along his face and jaw. "Dios mio, you’re still so hot and tight. I could fuck you all night, honeybaby. My delicious honey…" He braces his free hand against the wall, losing any semblance of control as he drives into her, getting closer to climax.
Zee moans against his skin as he swats at her ass, “You’re not so bad yourself.” she exhales heavily, feeling herself continue to contract and relax against him. Zee cups her hands against his jaw, slick with her nectar now as she feels herself closing in on climax as well. She presses right back against him as he begins to lose control, their movements a rapid tandem of heat. “You’re gonna get that scream.” she promises him with a loose grin, her eyes completely closed, her hair a dark halo about her face now.
Kyle leans as close as he can to Zee now, not breaking eye contact as he gets in the last few thrusts. Zee’s breasts crush against his chest, their sensitized skin sliding hot friction with every pump and pull. Kyle grins recklessly now, biting her swollen lips, feeling her other wet lips clenching tight to his cock. She’s so hot and silken it feels like he’s melting into her. “I’m the best, mami. And I wanna watch you come for me, I wanna see you come undone.” His hand joins hers, rubbing tight rounds along her clit as he fucks her with a sense of urgency and unabated desire.
She sighs as their chests come crushingly close, her nipples rubbing hard against him, just like every other part of her body at this point. Her eyes open bright blue swim the room till finally settling on his face right in front of her, inches away. “Kyle-” is all she manages before her hand jerks against his, her circular motion going askew as she rocks back rapidly. Her neck lolls back as she comes to climax, her scream building in from the base of her belly, till it quakes out of her. “Jesus.” she whispers, hand reaching up to hold onto him by his shoulders as she leans against him. She continues to push back against him, not ready to fall back like dead weight just yet.
Kyle watches, breath caught but he remembers at least to keep moving, keep Zee close and rubbing as she tightens and releases against him in waves, rocking to her core. She felt that, she /screamed/ that way, because of him - and that thrill alone is enough to send him over the edge. He cradles Zee’s head and lurches forward, biting her shoulder and neck as he comes (sheer willpower and perhaps some precautionary magic making sure that safety first, kids) inside of her, milking it with the suction of her wet pussy as she pushes back. Kyle yells her name into her shoulder and then swallows it back up, turning so he can kiss her again and again. They both taste like Zee, sea salt sweetness and Kyle laps at her, hungry but spent. Eventually he falls onto his back, bringing her with him. “You’re…hooooo man. You. You fucking sexy, incredible woman, you.” Kyle grins, exhausted as he strokes her hair. “I can’t wait to do that again.”
And yet as soon as Kyle says that, he promptly falls asleep for a couple minutes before waking up and acting like he’d been awake the whole time.
"Zee?" he calls and stands inside her foyer by her front door.
"I’m in the living room." she calls, curled under her blanket sitting in her reading chair. On her lap sits a thick stack of papers she’s been sifting through, clicking her pen again and again as she reads over it all.
Kyle meanders in, hovering at the entrance of the living room for a bit and looking at Zee’s back profile for a long time, before he comes around to face her. He offers up a trio of gerbera daisies for her. “Hi nena. I’m sorry I left you.”
Zee clicks her pen once more before finally looking up at him, “Hi.” she sets aside her papers and pen, looking at the bright flowers like the ones Ollie said he liked so much, “Those are nice.”
Kyle settles on the armrest of the couch beside Zee, putting the flowers on the side-table. “They’re for you…” he presses his lips together and slowly breathes out through his nose. “Zee, c’mon, please.” Kyle’s curious to see what she’s working on, but he doesn’t ask, not yet.
Zee kicks off the blanket, reaching for the flowers as she stands, “What? You want me to kiss you and say it’s all better?” she shakes her head, taking the flowers over to the kitchen sink, grabbing a vase from a cabinet overhead. “These are from Earth right? I don’t want any weird moon rocks floating around when I’m not here…”
"They’re from that flower guy down the street," Kyle answers first, still sitting. Then he gets up and follows Zee into the kitchen, watching her fling open the sink faucet and cram the vase under it. "And no I don’t wanna kiss and make up right now. What I want is to talk and for you to forgive me. Whadda you want, Zee?"
Zee pulls the vase back, shutting the water off with a huff, “What I want is for you to read that letter you wrote for yourself.” she gestures with the vase towards the corner of her countertop, Kyle’s letter still sealed sitting on top of her mail. “Then we can talk.”
Kyle looks at her and then at the letter. It sits innocuously on the counter, white envelope and Kyle’s own scrawl pressing his name out in ink on the front. He looks back sidelong at Zee, sidling towards the letter and picking it up. Taking a slow breath again, Kyle leans against the counter and opens it. He looks over at Zee one more time before scanning through the letter. Kyle’s face slides from a mild indifference to another unreadable expression. Not because he’s hiding anything - it’s clear that it’s more like he’s trying to process what the hell he just read. “I…” He folds it back up into threes and looks over at Zee once more.
Zee presses her lips together as he reads over his own writing, a letter he couldn’t even possibly remember writing. Any details printed there had been sucked up by her. As he read she arranged his flowers, slowly rotating the three he’d given her about the small vase. “Whatever it says is true.”
In one hand, Kyle flips the letter open again. “It says - ‘hey cholito, somehow you’re gonna find out that Zee wiped your memories for a very specific reason. Nothing stays secret round here. This is Kyle telling you, Kyle, one thing: trust in Zee. She loves you enough to trust you, when you made her do this.’” Kyle takes a few steps closer to Zee as he holds the letter up to her. “You can read it if you like.”
Zee takes the letter skimming it over. Not a single mention of Damian written there. She frowns, a small knot twisting in her stomach. “So what do you think about all that.” she asks quietly, passing back the letter to him.
"Well…" Kyle puts the letter down, taking another step towards her, closing the gap between them slowly. "You said it had to do with that…Robin kid, right? Bruce’s son?" Kyle shrugs and blinks and for a flash moment he hears another child’s piping voice, "Green Lantern, why do you destroy…". Kyle clears his thoat, eyes glassing over for a moment. “Well whatever…however I knew him, it’s probably a good thing I don’t anymore. So.” He shrugs. “I don’t care. I know I’m not a big fan of you swizzling magic around in people’s minds, Zee, but. If I’m telling myself to trust you, then…” He spreads his hands. “Please don’t keep blaming yourself for this, nena.”
Zee brushes back her hair as he closes in, “Well that makes two of us. It’s not a fond sensation, draining out someone’s thoughts…” she shakes her head, frowning further, “It’s not so much blame, as it is a bit of guilt. I know what I erased from you, what that meant. And it’s almost to the point where I want to flush it all out of my head too.” she sighs, “It’s really heavy. And I hate it, and I’m sorry I told you all that over a text message. I probably should’ve waited for you to come home, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t wait because waiting feels like dying sometimes. I told you that already.”
"I didn’t know how it felt for you," Kyle says honestly. Because he thought it was just a spell; but clearly it is so much more…intense. And personal. Kyle reaches out and pushes her hair back further, letting his hand curl along her shoulder as she spoke. "God - I’m sorry I made you do…that. I don’t want to know anything more. I don’t care - and maybe that’s because I don’t got the memories anymore, but…it’s for the better, right?" He doesn’t wait for her to answer, he can see the pain and conflict flickering in her eyes. "I’m so sorry I ditched you, I really am. When you said that - when you sent me that text, I realized I was being a selfish idiot. But I was already on course and I couldn’t turn back, Zee. I’m sorry."
Zee nods, “It’s better it’s a lot better. You’d be miserable if you knew anymore, and I know you.” she leans forward, her head pressing against his chest while her hand swings upward to punch against his sternum. “Where’d you even go? You stupid selfish idiot?” she mumbles against the fabric of his shirt, rich with his familiar feel against her cheek. “I forgive you, a little bit.”
Kyle bends closer to her, catching her hands as she punches into him and keeping her close. She is willing and he leans down and kisses her hair, breathing in deeply. “A little bit is a good start. I went…all over the place. But I’m fine and I’ll tell you about that later. I wanna know more about what happened to you, corazon. I somehow managed to meet Dionysus, y’know. Well actually I punched him in the craw.” Kyle pets her hair, then backs them up towards the couch, imploring her to sit with him.
Zee slides onto her couch beside him, winding her arms around him and leaning in comfortably, “You met and punched Dionysus. And here all I did was wander around a beach, get swallowed by some ice cold sea water, and get lost in some cardboard cutout of Gotham with Steph. That’s really all there was to my trip to hell, plus being insulted. That too.”
Kyle sprawls out, and it’s remarkable just how easily they just…fit. The couch is familiar, their lounging is instinctual. Even though it had been days since they’d sat here together. He lets Zee get as comfortable as she wants, but he knows how she’ll end up against him - head against his chest, arms circling around his sides, just narrowly avoiding his ticklish area as her legs curl under her, knees resting on his thighs. Perfect. “You said before you were being insulted by - by your father. Or I’m assuming your, ah, facsimile of him. Your version of hell.” He smiles a bit. “But you make it sound like Hell was a piece of cake, nena.”
"Something like that, my version of hell." she bobs her head slowly, thinking over how unfazed she still felt about it all, " I snapped out of whatever wanted to drag me down. I didn’t let them play on my fears long enough for it to get any worse. It could’ve been a lot worse, twisting up much more of what keeps me up at night. Much worse than my father’s great momentary disappointment in his only child." she presses a kiss against his chest, closing her eyes as the lines on her forehead smooth out for the first time since he’d been gone.
Kyle strokes her hair, relaxing in increments with every new thing Zee says, every touch she imparts on him. “So I guess if we’re using the Greek model, then you and Steph were only on the outer rings. That’s…that’s good. That’s a relief, I’m glad you didn’t get dragged in more, I mean. I guess I can say that in retrospect, now that Ramsey and Kate are back.” He shakes his head clear of that frighteningly serious moment (they’re safe now. likely really mega fucked up; but safe.) and smiles. “One could say you had too much /willpower/ to end up in a worse place, hm? Willpower, y’know. Like your Lantern boyfriend who you love lots, even if he’s being a dramallama?”
"Oh so you think you’re rubbing off on me huh? Maybe that’s good, dramallama and all. Although I think we’ve both covered that area quite nicely already." she hums softly, "I’m glad I didn’t drown any more, I don’t really want to think of what could’ve washed up for me to face after that. You know how awful disappointment feels. The absolute worst." she sighs softly, "That’s right, poor sweet Ramsey, have you spoken with Kate since you got back?"
"You know I’m just imagining you like Cobb from Inception now. Washing up on the shores of limbo and all that. Ariadne…" Kyle murmurs and then is distracted by Zee’s question. "I sent her a text, before I left Earth. She’s worried about Ramsey, understandably. I mean…how does a parent deal with a kid who’s seen /Hell/?" Kyle shakes his head again. He doesn’t envy Kate and Ollie, Bruce and Ramsey’s other parents; but then he also simultaneously trusts them to know how to collectively help and support their little boy. Kyle still has that mentality even now - parents are like all-knowing gods, when it comes to their children. He compulsively kisses Zee’s hair again. "I love you."
Her first thought is to erase Ramsey’s memories of hell, to bring him back to whatever innocence that clung to him after the living hell they’d found in Cachement. But she blinks that back, sitting up and looking to Kyle with a small smile, “Yeah, I’m like Cobb. But I dress like Ariadne.” yeah she was like Cobb, always tilting people’s minds till maybe they’d eventually snap…but that was still a maybe, “I love you too.” she whispers softly, reaching up to tug on his hair, a little longer than she remembered it being.
Kyle shifts and chucks a hand gently under her chin, to keep her looking up at him. He ducks in, kissing her in such a rush he makes a needy hum against her mouth. He pulls her up more, closer against him.
Zee tugs against him as his lips are on her’s and the pressure of that is enough. She shifts up against him, smiling at his needy pur. Yes, this is how she likes to forget.
"I couldn’t stop thinking about you," Kyle says, his hands splaying as they slide down Zee’s ample curves and lower, to cup under her ass. He pulls her hard against him, to settle between his legs. "I had to leave, but I couldn’t wait to get back, Zee. I /wanted/ to come home. To you, because of you."
"You had to leave." she echos, hands curling against his shoulders, the muscles shifting there as his hands moved against her, "I think it was obvious I was thinking about you. I wanted you home more than anything.”
Keeping Zee’s thighs locked between his legs, Kyle reaches up and cups her face, keeping her eye contact. Her trusting blue eyes, and wicked dark hair curling about her face. “I shouldn’t have left you.” Kyle kisses her and then adds, “But I’ll have to leave again. And again, it’s what I do. I’d bring you along next time, but…you got your own life here, Zee. Right? I mean - that’s what we agreed on. Are we changing the rules again? Because, y’know…” He kisses her again - slower, tasting her. “…I’d be fine with that too, querida.”
She presses back, her lips dragging against his, “What are the rules now?” she asks, “That we do our own thing, then crash back when we can- because I need more transparency than you flying off and texting me by the time you’re long out of my range. I just need…” she drags her tongue against his lip, “Maybe a slight alteration is in order.”
His eyes flutter slightly at the feel of Zee’s tongue teasing against his mouth, whetting his appetite for her. “Yeah. So what do you need from us, Zee? C’mon you tell me first, I wanna know.” She so warm and soft in his hands and he wants to do more…but he wants to talk as well. She’s pliable, but there’s still a tenseness about her. He can’t help but feel a surge of pleasure, that he can sense this. His Zee, and he /knows/ her.
Zee drags her nails against the nap of his neck, lightly drawing out zigzag patterns against his skin like a brand, “I want…to get to say goodbye to you whenever you have to leave. No one else. Even if I’m sleeping, if I’m in the shower, or out shopping. Only exception being if I’m onstage, just wait for me to run backstage. You leaving Earth, particularly long periods of time, is a big deal to me.” she nods, her nose brushing against his, her exhale warm against his skin, “That’s what I want from us. What about you?”
Kyle shivers a bit, enjoying the feel of Zee’s fingers. Those perfectly manicured nails of hers…The thought of them makes his hips roll, up against the heat between her legs. “Sounds reasonable enough. Yeah, I can do that.” He noses against her jaw, kissing along the hinge up to her ear. It’s heady and dark under her curtain of hair. “I waaaant. Hrm. I wanna marry you one day.” His voice catches slightly, but he doesn’t stop there. “I wanna get to /that/ point with you, Zee. That’s what I want from us.”
Zee nods along with his agreement, smiling happily to herself as she can feel the heat between them rising, “I thought you could.” then his words come tumbling out, his voice thick against her ear. His lips brushing against her tender skin there and she pulls back, her hair wrapping and whipping against his face as she does, “What did you just say?” she asks lowly, although it’s obvious she’s heard every word. Her expression is that of shock, open and honest surprise at the confession he’s made to her.
Kyle let’s his head fall back with a little thud on the armrest, as he looks up at Zee and smiles a little, mouth still open. Her eyes are wide, sparkling blue in the dim light of her living room, her red mouth pursed. It’s really only then that Kyle realizes her perfectly lipstick’d mouth stays that way, even when kiss - magical perfect lips. But he’s digressing himself. He clears his throat. “I - uhhh, I mean. I wanna…I wanna marry you one day. Yeah. Like, in the future.” Kyle grins slowly, and he reaches up, unbuttoning her blouse. “The far, distant future. Weeks. Months. Years…but one day, Zee. That’s what I want. I love you.”
Zee laughs, it’s a quiet giggle at first, but it quickly builds to chest heaving, shoulder shaking laughter that has tears welling in her eyes, “I probably sound crazy.” she begins shaking her head with a wide smile, her hands resting against his as they continue to twist against the buttons on her blouse, “But I’d say yes. Whenever it happens. I kept saying I didn’t want it, and didn’t want anything permanent anymore- but you gone like that, after everything going on lately. It felt different.” her light blouse teased down her shoulders now, “I love you. And I want that too. Someday.”
Kyle doesn’t realize he needed to hear her say ‘yes’ until she says she would; and then it feels like his entire body lights up in joy. Actually - it has - he’s glowing green and Kyle barks a surprised laugh as well. He pushes himself up, sitting with Zee fit snugly on his lap. “Really? Really?? You - ayyy dios - ” Kyle grabs her face up and kisses Zee soundly; then her chin, down to her creamy shoulder and along the swell of her breasts. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make this a real thing, Zee. We’re gonna work, we’ll make us work. Amor, honeybaby, mi querida…”
Zee curves her hand against the back of his head, “I believe you, Kyle.” she beams, absolutly delighted in the shock of green that burst against his skin, and the feel of him back against her, rushed and excited all over. She giggles, “Hey…I like honeybaby.” her other hand work down his collar, tugging playfully at the fabric of his shirt, “I like honeybaby a lot.”
"Mmmm. I like my honeybaby too, she’s the best." He pivots off the couch, lifting Zee in his arms and carrying her into her bedroom. "Hi Pot, hi Tah," Kyle says as he passes their hutch and propels himself and Zee onto her bed. "I missed you, Zee. And your beautiful face and mmm, your long arms and of course…" Kyle grins, tracing his fingers along the lace of her bra against the swell of her breasts. "My two favorite planets."
Zee blows kisses to the hutch as they pass, “Night night, boos. Be good.” she stretches out onto her bed comfortably, sheets all back in their proper place from her earlier tantrum. She tilts her head to the side, “I thought you said I had a long neck, long arms too then?” she begins to reach out before his fingers tracing against her breast have her grinning wickedly, “Oh you’ve been hopping so many galaxies, and yet you still prefer these, fantastic news you two!” she cups her hands against the base of her breasts, then teasingly draws her hands back to the clasp that meets along her spine. “I missed you and your everything really. The way the side of your hips feel against my hands, your arms pressing around me, your cock inside me, honestly it’s impossible to choose just one feature.” but she had favorites, evident by the growing blush on her cheeks as she continued to tease.
"Oh jesus," Kyle breathes and then he’s kneeling above Zee, unwilling to stop staring as he undoes her jeans, getting her legs in the air to tug them and her little panties off. Kyle’s mouth is on her legs as soon as they’re bare, kissing to her knee and letting them crook on his shoulders. He keeps her legs up as he curls down, to pay homage to her celestial bodies. "You keep talking dirty like that baby, I’m gonna make you scream for me." He buries his face in her breasts, pulling her up off the bed so he can suck and roll her nipples in his mouth, peaking them into pink, wet arousal. Getting his clothes off is easy; it’s all constructs anyway.
Her feet flex as Kyle’s mouth is against her leg, goosebumps snaking up her arms and down her back at his sudden touch. “You’re gonna make me scream, oh is that a challenge or a fact pretty boy?” She watches in awe as Kyle’s clothes strip away, her hands curling around his ass with a hard squeeze. Her breath hitches as his mouth is around her nipple, “Babe, I want you to completely plow me, if I can stand up tomorrow we’ll have to try again.” her hand pulls forward to the base of his cock, already hard, curling her fingers and firmly stroking up, “If I get to scream, do I get to make you cry?”
Kyle gasps, his response to Zee’s hand around his cock palpable as the heavy, swollen weight jumps in her deft fingers. Angling himself, Kyle doesn’t want to give up her encouraging strokes, so he slips his own hand down her belly. “Is this part of our new relationship agreement too? Me fucking you good and hard until we both can’t see straight? Because I’m liking this arrangement, oh god. Oh god, Zee, I want you so much.” Kyle’s fingers part the slick flushed folds between her legs, knuckles rolling against her clit. She’s already so wet that he can’t help scooping up her nectar and licking it off his fingers. “You taste like heaven. You’re more’n ready - guide me into you, baby.”
Zee grins at his reaction, humming in delight as his hand trails down her torso warmly. His hands against her clit shock her system fast, only increasing the hungry look in her eyes as leans up, pressing her lips to his as her taste is still in his mouth. “With pleasure.” she exhales, her hand leading him right to her, his head soon enveloped inside her, leading his swollen cock to continue. She breathes slowly, her hand moving to pulse against his hip as he fills her. “God damn, babe.”
Kyle rocks himself deep and slow at first, bracing himself as he rubs a lazy, wet circle around her sensitive nub. He wants them to enjoy every sensation, every suck and pop sound - her tightness keeping him snugly inside. “Ohhhh that’s good…feels perfect. I’m home now, nena.” Kyle kisses Zee - soft and gentle at first and then increasingly harder, echoing his mounting thrusts. He buries himself to the hilt, into her welcoming heat and then pulls back out, all slapping wet skin and long, rough strokes. “Tell me you’re my baby, Zee. “
Zee feels the heat increasing against her sex as Kyle fills her, his hand working at her clit satisfyingly as they rock, “Welcome home.” she smiles, her eyes blinking slow with pleasure. Her lips crash against his, her red lipstick still in place likely hiding how swollen they felt to her, but she’s not complaining. How quickly their mouths seems to draw together tonight it’s electric to her. His thrusts deepen, and she can feel herself contracting against him, the slick sounds as he pulls back sending her gasping, “I’m your baby.” she promises him, her hand gripping firmly against his side as her toes flex impossibly hard. “I’ll always be your baby, and you’re my bear.” her nails dig back into his skin now, not holding back as his strokes roughen, “Sweet as honey, and plenty of bite.”
Kyle changes pace, grinding his hips when he’s in her, and her body willingly rolling with his in perfect rhythm. When they’re synced like this, it’s like nothing is wrong and everything is good; and Kyle pants wetly against her open mouth, brow furrowing when his own belly tightens from almost painful waves of pleasure. Her breathy whispers, so sure and sublime and the way her heels dig into his back when she flexes - he can barely think about anything beyond Zee, just Zee, always Zee. Kyle gathers her and sits back, keeping her impaled on his cock as he starts to thrust upwards, pushing her hips down at the same time. “Your bear, huh,” he huffs, amused as he nuzzles into her ample breasts. “You like it wild and untamed, hnn?”
Zee rolls her hips into his, rocking forward and back against him in a steady rhythm. “Try flexible." she encourages, "You can be a grizzly bear, teddy bear, baby bear- I’ll take any variety, but tonight," she bends, her mouth quickly sucking against his jaw, teeth bared against his skin, "You tell me." her voice is throaty, heavy with pleasure as she continues to press herself around him deeper, harder, her fingers circling her own clit with a practiced hand while Kyle’s hands are against her hips. All welcome pressures.
"How about…" Kyle pauses just a bit, constructing over himself a full-on beard and strapping construct belts around them both. "…that kinda bear?" He grins at Zee until she swats the beard away, but Kyle keeps a construct belt. He traces and drags the looped belt teasingly over her nipples and then slides it behind her, lightly smacking her ass with it each time he thrusts up into her. "Naughty girl," Kyle moans as her mouth works a different kind of magic along his face and jaw. "Dios mio, you’re still so hot and tight. I could fuck you all night, honeybaby. My delicious honey…" He braces his free hand against the wall, losing any semblance of control as he drives into her, getting closer to climax.
Zee moans against his skin as he swats at her ass, “You’re not so bad yourself.” she exhales heavily, feeling herself continue to contract and relax against him. Zee cups her hands against his jaw, slick with her nectar now as she feels herself closing in on climax as well. She presses right back against him as he begins to lose control, their movements a rapid tandem of heat. “You’re gonna get that scream.” she promises him with a loose grin, her eyes completely closed, her hair a dark halo about her face now.
Kyle leans as close as he can to Zee now, not breaking eye contact as he gets in the last few thrusts. Zee’s breasts crush against his chest, their sensitized skin sliding hot friction with every pump and pull. Kyle grins recklessly now, biting her swollen lips, feeling her other wet lips clenching tight to his cock. She’s so hot and silken it feels like he’s melting into her. “I’m the best, mami. And I wanna watch you come for me, I wanna see you come undone.” His hand joins hers, rubbing tight rounds along her clit as he fucks her with a sense of urgency and unabated desire.
She sighs as their chests come crushingly close, her nipples rubbing hard against him, just like every other part of her body at this point. Her eyes open bright blue swim the room till finally settling on his face right in front of her, inches away. “Kyle-” is all she manages before her hand jerks against his, her circular motion going askew as she rocks back rapidly. Her neck lolls back as she comes to climax, her scream building in from the base of her belly, till it quakes out of her. “Jesus.” she whispers, hand reaching up to hold onto him by his shoulders as she leans against him. She continues to push back against him, not ready to fall back like dead weight just yet.
Kyle watches, breath caught but he remembers at least to keep moving, keep Zee close and rubbing as she tightens and releases against him in waves, rocking to her core. She felt that, she /screamed/ that way, because of him - and that thrill alone is enough to send him over the edge. He cradles Zee’s head and lurches forward, biting her shoulder and neck as he comes (sheer willpower and perhaps some precautionary magic making sure that safety first, kids) inside of her, milking it with the suction of her wet pussy as she pushes back. Kyle yells her name into her shoulder and then swallows it back up, turning so he can kiss her again and again. They both taste like Zee, sea salt sweetness and Kyle laps at her, hungry but spent. Eventually he falls onto his back, bringing her with him. “You’re…hooooo man. You. You fucking sexy, incredible woman, you.” Kyle grins, exhausted as he strokes her hair. “I can’t wait to do that again.”
And yet as soon as Kyle says that, he promptly falls asleep for a couple minutes before waking up and acting like he’d been awake the whole time.