motivation

[bossymarmalade]

Kyle searches for Zee.

Zee is staying in one place, her apartment in Metropolis, to make the finding go easier.

Kyle eventually realizes she’s not in San Fran and he doesn’t /think/ she’s in Shadowcrest…he feels a slight edge of panic and calls her.

"I’m in Metropolis," is the first thing she says when she picks up his call assuming his question without giving him a chance to say it, "Remember, I got a place here too?"

Kyle ”I remember, I just - never mind. I’ll be there in five minutes.” He tries not to think too much about what he’ll do when he meets her there, and instead just hones into her coordinates from her phone signal and flies into Metropolis. He calls again and says, “I’m on your rooftop, I think.” It’s cold in Metropolis now, and Kyle restructures his body temperature regulation to compensate.

Zee listens to Kyle’s voice on the rooftop, what sounds like a light wind brushing against him as he speaks, “I’ll be right up.” she throws on a pair of sneakers and a wool trench coat to go over her pjs. She’d been spoiled hiding beneath her warm covers. She trudges up to the roof, keeping her hands shoved deep into her coat pockets when she sees him, “Hi.”



Kyle comes over, smiling, and smiling even wider when he sees Zee’s eclectic, yet ultimately Zee outfit. “Pajamas? It’s like, barely evening.” It is quite dark already outside though, and Kyle comes over to give her a hug. He suspects that she might be feeling somewhat ambivalent towards him, but he doesn’t want to play into that right now. He really is happy to be with her once more. “So show me your new shiny digs.”

Zee lets her hands peek out of their pockets, wrapping around Kyle in his warm but still cool uniform, “I didn’t have anything to do today. So, pjs.” she smiles back at his smiles, “I am warning you, it does not have a single Zatara touch yet,” she alludes as she leads him down to the apartment, “I’ve just got a table and chairs for the kitchen, and a bed. It’s pretty empty, but the view is great.”

"Fair enough. My place is empty right now. Furniture shopping, remember?" He has two distinct feelings right now. One: that he’d promised Jason they’d all furniture shop together, he had imagined the hilarious antics, even. And two: "This is kinda exciting isn’t it? You got your new place and I got my new place. Change. Start of something new. Kinda exciting, if you ask me."

"You’re right, I guess we’ll both be shopping then." she bumps her arm against his before she opens her apartment door for him, "It is exciting, I guess." she shrugs, feeling bit less enthused than he is for now, "I’ve been pretty comfortable where I’ve been for a while. So it’ll be nice getting to know someplace new. Or in your case getting to know an old place all over again."

"Okay," Kyle says, unsure how to reply to that. He doesn’t yet want to be upfront and ask the obvious question. He knows, deep down inside, he’d made the decision for the both of them. And Zee, being used to uprooting for her entire life, went along with it. Everything feels new, and yet Kyle feels that old inkling of closing doors between them. He’s determined not to let that happen. Kyle wraps his arms around her from behind once she divests herself of her wool coat, and looks around the new place. "Wow…" he says obediently as he looks around.


The space is similar to the Green Street apartment, a small hallway leading to several rooms, but the details are a blend of San Francisco and her place in Gotham. There are clean, bright white walls, and dark chevron patterned wood floors in every room. Large white subway tiles line the walls behind the stove, fridge, and countertops. Without showing off the bedroom just yet, all Kyle can see for furniture is a long glass table and several simple white chairs framing it. “You like it?” she hums, as they walk around the space, her voice echoing off the empty walls.

"It certainly has your design aesthetic," Kyle says, walking with Zee slowly, looking around. "Blend of graphic modern and neo-Victorian…ah Zee." Kyle kisses her temple. "Once you cozy it up, it’ll literally be like. An apartment version of you. Mikey and the rest seen it yet? What’d they think, you making home base in Metropolis?"

”Somehow it works, I have great taste.” she smiles sheepishly at Kyle’s assessment of her style, “I sent them pictures, Mikey was ecstatic, but she’s like a nut for detailed wood floors, and William was indifferent, but that’s nothing new. As for working in Metropolis they’re onboard, it’ll probably be easier than when I was bouncing between two coasts honestly.” she rubs a hand along his lower back, “There’s no real rush for them to move to me just yet. Minus a few hold out shows for New Years, most of my potential projects have kind of dissolved.” she looks up to Kyle, deflecting when she asks him, “You’ll have to show me your new place soon. I still can’t believe I haven’t seen it yet.”

"Not too much to see, right now. Brick and laminate floors…" Kyle says, detaching from Zee so he can look outside the windows. Zee’s performances and shows…Kyle hadn’t even thought about that, how the summer tour in Europe would’ve affected her job back home. They’d talked about it briefly, superficially - but there always seemed to be something more urgent to attend to. Something more League. Kyle exhales long and slow, murmuring, "We really do have so much to talk about, don’t we." Kyle turns to face Zee with a rueful smile. "And here I thought we were doing so good on the sharing front. Yeesh."

Zee pivots around where the living room should be- will be- while Kyle peers out the window. She spreads her arms out from her sides as she replies, “When you have this much to talk about, where do you even begin?” It’d been feeling life and death for such a steady period of time it was hard to know what was the most important to share with him anymore. Everything had gotten muddled for her. “I can make a couch, and we can try and play catch-up.” she suggests softly.

"Yeah…" Kyle meanders closer to Zee, back to the centre of the empty room. "Orrrr…we could christen the place instead and talk later!" Kyle slips his hands around Zee’s waist, hefting her up a bit to spin her a quarter-turn. When he sets her down, he leans in, kissing her tenderly. "You haven’t shown me the bedroom yet."

"It’s just a bed!" she laughs, kissing him right back, hands slipping on his cheek and trailing against his neck, "But I guess that’s all we need…" She takes his hand, leading him off to the last door down the hall, where just as advertised there is just a bed. There’s not even a decorative pillow in sight. "Ta-dah." she coos darkly, letting herself drop back onto the thick mattress.

"Wow Ms Zatara, it’s so big," Kyle teases when he sees her sparse bed (but it really is really big). He kicks off his runners and wrangles his jeans off, squinting momentarily at Zee to imprint the image - black hair on the pure white coverlets, her creamy skin and red lips and electric blue eyes, and…fleece striped pajamas. "Mmm mm," Kyle says in extreme approval as he flops onto the bed beside her. He wastes no time in shifting over her, tilting her face up to his and kissing her deeply.

Zee arches back up to meet him, red lips crashing on his hungrily, nails dragging along the back of his neck as she holds herself up, “I missed this,” she purrs, “you shutting me up like. It’s…yeah..” she bites down on his lower lip, dragging her teeth along it as she drops back from him to strip down herself, rolling her hips out of the flannel pants, popping button after button along her shirt.

Kyle kneels over her to tug his t-shirt off, then peeling back her pajama top as she takes care of her bottoms. “It’s very yeah,” Kyle murmurs approvingly, drinking Zee’s writhing body in. He drags a finger down her skin from her open mouth, down her neck and cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. One then the other, Kyle draws swirls and curls along her skin, feeling it electrify under his touch as he circles closer to her sensitive skin. “Ayy, Zee…” Kyle breathes in her scent, intoxicated. He pushes open Zee’s legs and sinks inbetween, leaning down to kiss her again, tracing his lips down along the same path his finger left on her soft skin.

"Favorite planets…" she teases him, her cheeks flushing at their stupid joke. She holds her breath as his attention fixates on her breasts, his fingers drawing over her areolas. Bringing her hands along his sides, she draws downward, letting her palms press on his navel before her fingers draw under his waistband, tugging on it teasingly before pulling his boxers down completely. She smiles up at him appreciatively, hands grabbing at his ass like he’s always doing to her, "Stupid hot boyfriend. What are you gonna do?" she asks him.

Kyle chuckles against her skin, as he licks and teases her with his teeth and tongue. He’s not trying to be particularly gentle in his excitement, but he keeps lavishing attention on her, waiting to hear that moan of hers. The soft sweet sound. Kyle’s never even sure if Zee can hear herself moan, but he lives for it. Slipping a finger along her sex, he needs little work to bring her to readiness. “You’re already so wet,” he murmurs in approval and then lifts himself up over her, looking down with a smirk. He cants his hips, letting her hand get a good feel of him. “Good thing I’m already hard. We’re so good like that, huh? Yes we are.” Kyle tightens his drawing of circles upon circles between her legs, while he kisses her over and over, taking her breath. “Tell me how good we are, Zee. Spread your legs and show me.”

Zee moans for him and its gentle to start, her chest pressing up into him warmly by his attention. She hears herself, the empty apartment around them echoing their voices back, and her sound returning to them is enough to send goosebumps all over her arms. She grins at the swollen weight of his cock in her hand, greedy and pleased it’s all for her. She rolls her hips along to his circles, slow to start but quickening their pace steadily. Lips swollen she laughs, breathily, “We’re the fucking sexiest people who always know how lucky they are. That’s how good we are together.” Drawing her legs apart, she tries to keep her feet from flexing as her excitement shoots down her legs. With a sharp moan she encourages him toward her sex so slick from his encouragement, “I’m yours and you are all mine.”

Kyle picks up where Zee leaves off, shivering in anticipation when she opens up for him. With her help, he nudges, then pushes into her, grabbing hold of one of her ankles and pulling her leg up to get that perfect angle. Kyle’s eyes flutter and he pants slightly, feeling her clenching, welcoming him into her warmth. “Oh god, si mami…” he groans, concentrating fully on fucking her long and slow. As he finds their rhythm, some of what Zee says filters into his brain, processes. He opens his eyes, looking at her, watching her. “You’re all mine…?” He asks between hot breaths. “You sure about that corazon?” He doesn’t stop; and in fact starts to quicken the pace.

Zee grins as she envelops him fully. Shifting and adjusting comfortably along with him, as he steadies she presses back against him, melding her motions with his own. She grips along his shoulder, hands warm and steady along his skin. Zee can feel herself contracting against him, the pressure sending her groaning with him. At Kyle’s question, her eyes flutter open finding him. “I’m- ah. I wanna be.” she draws her nails down his arms, trying to match his increasing pace, “I try to be.” it’s an odd time to confess, but she can’t lie to him. Not when she feels so open and raw. “Kyle.” she gasps back, the steady friction between them pushing her closer to the edge, “What do you want?”

Kyle takes her hands, holding them at crossed wrists as he brings them up over her head, holding her down just enough to get Zee to arch her back even more. He shifts his own angle and starts anew, watching her watching him. “What…do /you/ want?” Kyle nuzzles along her jawline, up to her ear, murmuring, “All these hot feelings…for me…and for him…” He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t want to stop, now that they’ve found a pace that feels so good: hard and fast, with a few slow breaths inbetween before Kyle pushes in roughly, filling her up again. “Talk to me, baby. I wanna hear about Jason…tell me about Jason Todd while I fuck you.”

"I want a lot… More than I deserve.” she growls up at him as he pins her hands down above her head, too distracted to bother twisting out of his grip. She’s gasping hard as he leans down, her whole body feeling as if it were ready to contract by the pressure he pushes on her. At Kyle’s request she opens up fully, her words a steady breathy stream, “Everything about him is hard, thick skin. When I kiss his knuckles I can feel…ah- his calluses on my lips.” she bites down on her lip hard, but eases up as she tries not to break her skin, “He’s cautious with me. But I think-” she can’t finish the thought, a moan building, pulling up from the center of her body, before it escapes low and throaty. She digs her nails into his hands, almost like a punishment for holding her down, her sex contracting firmly around him, “You jealous, baby?”

"No," Kyle manages to reply, his tone wondrous, bordering on worshipful as he gazes down at Zee. "I’m not jealous. That’s - that’s a first but maybe it’s - oh god, maybe it’s because - Oh /jesus/, so good—" He releases her hands, taking one down between her legs. Together, they press their damp fingers against the taut, hooded bud of flesh between the folds of her sex. Kyle works it with Zee, as he feels himself building to a head, feeling his belly and thighs going tense with the burn to release. "Yeah bonita, Zee, Zee, ah fuck—!"

"Oh?" Kyle’s fingers and her own pressing down on herself, and his own confession are just what it takes to send her over the edge, crying out as she contracts around him, "Oh OH my GOD!" There’s a strong effort on her part to stay taught against him, to not pull back and go slack because she needs him to release, wanting to be responsible for it. She pinches at his thigh, "Baby. I wanna see you, I wanna see you come for me."

And oh, does he ever. Kyle’s never been shy about climaxing; and in this large open empty space he willfully, hoarsely yells out Zee’s name as he comes. Head thrown back, muscles taught, a shudder so hard his elbow buckles and he lays almost his full weight against Zee as he expends himself. He doesn’t stop even after he’s all spent, getting Zee to her release just as important as his own.

Her blue eyes swim open wide as he continues into her following his own release. Ravaged, she falls apart for him, letting one last cry burst forth, quaking out from her center with one final push. Dropping back, nearly limp, she pulls him with her. Zee wants his weight to steady her. Releasing short warm breaths, she listens to their cries echoing out through the empty home she’s yet to fill, yet to love, “Baby.” she whispers warmly, her heartbeat sounding, pulsing quick in her ears.

"Mmf," Kyle smiles widely, eyes closed as he wraps his arms lazily around Zee. Totally exhausted now, he stays inside her as he softens, pulling only to shift so they’re both comfortable enough for the oncoming, inevitable sleep. "This’s a nice place y’got here, amor. I approve lots. Lots n lots." He cranes, making an effort to kiss her, but only brushes his lips against hers before collapsing into a sleepy snuggle. Kyle is notorious for sleeping almost immediately after sex, and tonight was no exception. "So freaking hot….love you," he says muffled against her shoulder.

"Glad you like it, because you better be visiting me. Train rides. Remember?" she hums, running her hand up and down his arms slowly, knowing it wasn’t long before he was dead to the world. Why try and prolong it? Curling against him, Zee can’t complain, his loose arms and warm body more than enough to keep her comfortable here, "Love you too, sexy." she turns, pressing her nose against his hair and breathing in his scent. She doesn’t do that nearly enough.

”Train rides,” Kyle confirms, in some last remaining effort of excitement before sleep overtakes him. He knows - he really knows he’s just pulled off a rather typical but nevertheless one helluva deflection tactic with sex. Even though /he/ was the one who said they should talk, but Kyle knows he copped out the minute he walked through the door of Zee’s new, strange, Zeelike apartment. But maybe this was a place to start, Kyle tells himself sleepily, trying to find a bright side. Maybe this’ll open doors to more discussion, reconnect them on their most instinctive level and then build from there. Yeah. That sounds poetic, really. And with that, Kyle slips into slumber, and lets out a long, content snore.

Unlike Kyle, Zee is wide awake, listening to his steady sleeping breath. She feels his chest rise and fall against her while she thinks about what sent him here in the first place. They were going to talk- were supposed to talk about what was going on with them, what was changing, how they were feeling. And instead, they fucked. She wants to be angry with him, but really there’s no serious complaints. They needed this, she decides. This was a step in the right direction, getting whatever had been pent up between them for the last few days out. In the morning, or whenever he was awake, she’d try again. Be bolder this time and get to the heart of it. They deserved that much.