pomp and circumstance

[bossymarmalade]

After some eating, much drinking and a little bit of slow dancing, Kyle whisks Zee back into her little room in the back, kissing her face yet still taking care not to mess up her lipstick.

Zee slides back on the small couch tucked way in the little room and pulls Kyle down with her as she keeps her lips close to his “How many drinks have you had?” she teases him, running a hand throw his still slicked back hair.

Kyle tugs his tie, loosening it as he lowers himself onto the couch, over Zee’s arching, inviting body. “Mmmm about twelve. No….seven. Somewhere around there….” He unbuttons his collar, ducking down to press fevered lips on her shoulder, her collarbone, deep into her cleavage. “You’ve been driving me crazy all evening, you know that?”

Zee laughs, “You are so drunk, I mean I knew you said you were going to get smashed…I didn’t realize it was a contest.” she continues to pull her fingers through his hair, her hand pulsing as he kisses her cleavage, “Stay there…I like it when you’re there.” She kicks off her glittery pumps, and curls her legs up onto the couch beneath Kyle, “Have you been staring at me from across the room? Trying to strip me out of this dress in your head?”

"I am not," Kyle laughs against her breasts, still bound tightly in her dress enough to make them swell over with every breath that Zee takes. He looks up at her, eyes warm and bright. "Unless you are too in which case I’m totally busted. I was…mm…" When Zee moves her legs up, Kyle instinctively cups under her knee, pulling her legs up as he slides the dress up her thigh. "…mmm god yeah. I was thinking of a quickie in the coatroom, or maybe bending you over the railing on the mezzanine, but." Kyle grins. "Then I remembered this room. Chill room."



"I don’t think I am. I’ve been talking so much, I haven’t had a chance to sit back and watch the room with a flute of champagne," she giggles, letting Kyle maneuver her legs up, and fuss with her dress as he likes, "Oh god on the mezzanine, really? Lola would have an aneurysm of joy. You picked the best spot really. I’d much rather be like this for you. No nosey paps trying to get a compromising shot of me." Zee tugs on his tie, "You are the most beautiful man, even in your monkey suit."

"Compromising doesn’t even begin to cover what I wanna do to you, corazon," Kyle takes Zee by the waist, pulling her up flush against him, cupping her ass so he can roll her hips down to greet his own strain. His fingers slide inward on her thighs, feeling her heat even through the dress. "Feel that? I’m gonna make a mess of this suit by the end of tonight, I swear to god."

Zee breath catches as he holds her close, feeling his cock through his pants pressing down against her, “You really think I was going to last the night without stealing you away too?” she nips along his neck, pulling down his collar and pressing a hard kiss against his skin, leaving a beautifully bright red stain there, “We are going to fuck up my dress, aren’t we?” she sighs, but it’s not at all one of annoyance (William had already promised her he’d have a few backups on hand in case of any ‘accidents’), “C’mon, steal me away, baby.”

"You can magic it all better, no problem…" Kyle glances at himself in her dressing mirror, seeing the mark she’d left on his neck. He laughs low in his throat, making a pleased noise. "Not gonna make that go away though." Kyle looks back at Zee, hefting her up when he pushes her dress roughly up to her waist, hearing the seams rip to make room for Zee’s writhing movements. "God, it’s like you’ve feverish, baby. You want it that bad?" Kyle kisses her hard, smearing her lipstick without any care now. He just wants to taste her mouth.

"I have backups…it’s fine," she shakes her head, "And no…no you can look as mussy as you’d like." she squeals with excitement as Kyle rips the seams in her dress, and she shifts quicker under his touch now that her dress is looser around her, "I am, look at how you make me. Honestly it’s like I’m lovesick." she kisses him back, her head tilting up to meet him so fast she feels her teeth click against his, but she doesn’t stop. She unhooks his belt without pause, soon pulling down his pants and then moving for his jacket. The less fabric around them the better.

Kyle keeps kissing her, connected by their hungry mouths as he lets go of her to get his jacket off. There’s the sound of another rip as he pulls the jacket off too hard and he laughs, then swipes his tongue against Zee’s and bites her swollen bottom lip. “I’m not going back out there again. I’ll just stay in here, huh? And whenever my baby needs a good fuck I’ll be right here ready and waiting, just like —” Kyle pulls Zee’s silk undies down her thighs just enough to open her up wide. Kyle slicks the head of his cock up and down the wetness of her sex, and then guides himself into her. He only pushes in enough to make her feel it. ” — just like that.” Kyle falls backwards, his head hitting the arm rest as his hips jerk up, pushing deeper into Zee. “Oh christ.”

"Oh then you’ll really be Zatanna Zatara’s boytoy, hiding away back here…" she laughs until he pushes into her, her hips hitting his with a gasp, "I am coming back for seconds and thirds," she tells him softly, beginning to rock against him slow to start but her pace increasing steadily. She cups her hands around the back of his head, mussing her fingers through his hair, "Babe, wow…" is all she can get out, already beginning to get lost in the sudden passion of their hidden moment.

Kyle braces his feet, one on the couch and the other on the floor as he starts to rock slowly underneath Zee, watching her react every time he pushes deeper inside her. “Yes you are, baby. And they’re all outside right now, wondering where’s our lovely hostess gone?” He keeps on hand on her hips, guiding her rhythm as his other hand slides up her side, cupping her breast and then up more. “Where you at, baby? Huh?” He pushes one of his fingers against Zee’s red-stained mouth, between the plush inviting curve of her lips. “You’re with me. And goddamn are your lips made for sucking or what.”

"I’m a magician, so it’s not all that weird to suddenly vanish…" she teases him. Zee has been keeping her hands on his shoulders, giving her some support as she rocks on top of him. But as his hand reaches up for her lips she takes it in her’s, guiding his touch. "You’ve stolen me away, naughty, she playfully scolds, as she nips along his fingertips. Leaning down she pushes on him quicker, pressing her swollen lips to his neck, "If you wanna suck me, you’re going to have to earn it."

Kyle arches when he feels Zee’s breath on his neck, groaning loud and uncaring. “So ride it cowgirl,” he yells, spanking Zee a couple times to encourage her as he whoops again with enthusiasm. “You’re gonna end up so thoroughly fucked, you’ll scream loud enough so they all can hear what we’re getting up to. I’ll earn all rights to you, baby, you’ll just wait and see. All of you.” Kyle takes a hold of Zee’s face in his hand, kissing her before he looks at her intensely. “You’re mine, Zee. I’m yours. You’re…mine…okay?”

Zee cringes at Kyle’s jarring loudness as it shatters their quiet secret hideaway. From that she’s suddenly all too aware that they are not in their safe bubble of one of the apartments, or a League space. They are currently mobbed by society stars and media alike. There’s really nothing but secrets here, and Zee wants to keep Kyle to herself- she is not going to let them go like this in front of them. Zee is instantly repulsed by his enthusiasm to shout to the world where they are. She doesn’t want to scream- she’d only wanted to fuck him as if they’d both been kidnapped bound and gagged. Okay so maybe she did have a slight fetish for it…sue her. She’s irritated with herself for allowing other’s opinions and attention to ruin her moment, to take over her thoughts when it should just be about her and him, but. But she’d spent all morning agonizing over stringing lights across the venue’s plants, had chatted with Tim over wine glass and rearranging table centerpieces, and had tried to put a good foot forward for Kyle and her in the press. Sure she needed relief from the stress of it all, but suddenly finding time to unwind this way feels wrong to her.

"I’m not going to scream, Kyle…" she frowns, her entire mood and appetite for him gone. "I’m sorry, it’s not your fault." she apologizes as she slides off him, letting what remained of her dress fall to the floor. Sifting through the ripped fabric she finds her fallen panties as well, and holds them between her hands, "I’m over thinking things, and I feel like we’re in a fishbowl all of a sudden and I can’t. I can’t do it in a freaking fishbowl Kyle. Not with you. I care what people think about you and me."

Kyle is left panting on the couch, suddenly devoid of a Zee and all the things he’d planned to do with her. “Uh…” Kyle says, his brain trying really hard to switch gears; but as a guy it’s a bit more difficult and so he resorts instead to saying nothing and using actions: lowering his hands, slowly sitting up, and carefully tugging his trousers back up, although it’s a little strained. “I…” Kyle watches Zee gather her things, moving further away from him and then only word he can pinpoint on is: “…fishbowl? What? Think about…? What?!?!"

Zee makes a move towards the mirror to try and try pulling herself together, but at Kyle’s question she turns right back around, entirely naked and still breathing fast, but still her words come out faster, “I don’t care how tiny and quiet this room might be or if I’ve jinxed the place, my brain literally just crapped out over the fact that I have helped plan this entire event with Ollie for a considerable amount of time. I know exactly everyone who I sent an actual physical invitation and who is totally crashing. I know. And right now I feel like we’re all totally in the middle of it and you saying you wanna fuck me till I’m screaming- yeah that’s fantastic when we’re on Green Street and I don’t give a shit what the Chinese place next door thinks, because that’s our space- but right now this is not just my space with you. It’s brutally public so much so that I even had a gossip blogger introduced to you to try and make pleasant introduction of our relationship to the world. This is not how I want to be remembered with you. Plastered on Entertainment Tonight or the fucking Inside Edition about Zatanna Zatara and her fuckboy going at it at her own party. That’s embarrassing as fuck Kyle!” she pulls down her hair from it’s formerly perfect bun, and begins to start over without looking in the mirror. She’s been looking at Kyle the entire time, “I know it’s shallow to care what any of those airheads think, but I care about what they think about us. A lot apparently.”

"Well I don’t care! I don’t care what any of ‘em thinks, I—" Kyle stands up, hopping up and down as he does his trousers up, any hope of sex-continuation completely gone now. Well, almost completely. Kyle does have to waddle slightly as he approaches Zee, holding his hands up in an attempt to soften his harsh words. "Okay - okayokay, I’m - okay I don’t care what any of them think, but I do care what you think and…" Kyle pushes one of his hands through his hair, staring at Zee’s bare feet. Painted toenails and pink heels and — damnit.

"Dammit, Zee. I’m not embarrassing! This isn’t supposed to be - be /embarrassing/! It’s great you organized this oh-oh-so-fancy shindig but what I do and what I like to do isn’t about being all holed up all alone and - and - and whatever oh jesus, I’m still. Ah. Christ." Kyle shakes his head and turns back to the couch, finding his jacket. "Y’know what - forget it. Don’t worry just go back to your party and all that." 2

"I know this is stupid, okay! Don’t kid me, because I am perfectly aware of how stupid me being upset about this is!" she snaps, "Because I don’t want to care, I shouldn’t have to care, but I do, and it’s annoying and terrible but I do. But you have to know that this party, this oh-oh-so fancy shindig is so SO vastly different than the two of us showing up at a friend of mine’s small cocktail party at her apartment the other night. Me egging you on there to have sex with me in the bedroom were everyone’s coats were piled up? Entirely different than this. This is huge and that is not and I’m really overwhelmed right now. I think." Zee wraps her arms around her chest, with the heat of Kyle and their sex gone, the room’s become chilly, "I need to find my other dress."

Kyle goes over to a side of the room and pulls out a whole rack of dresses, ones that William had inevitably left for Zee, ‘just in case’. Kyle saw them there when they’d been talking to Tim, and so he fetches the entire rack of expensive dresses for Zee now, shoving it over towards her. “So you’re leaving me, for this /party/? Is that it? We were literally in the middle of screwing and you’re ditching me to go drink more cocktails with those obnoxious rich people? Your friend’s small cocktail party was a blast compared to alla this - this - this -” Kyle sighs, rolling his eyes. Part at himself, part at this entire situation. “— this great, great amazing gala that you put a lotta hard work into.”

Kyle looks up at the ceiling, but then realizes he can’t yell loudly and so he constructs a pillow to yell into. Once he’s got that out, he slumps back on the couch, giving up on trying to get his own half-on clothes back in working order. “Go…do what you gotta do. I’m, like. I’m not going back out there.”

Zee selects a new dress at random- midnight blue with crystals sewn into the bodice of the gown, “You don’t understand,” she mumbles, sliding back into her panties before undoing the garment bag that holds her dress, “And I don’t want to have to keep explaining why I feel like this to you.” She dresses herself silently, never asking Kyle to help. She never needs his help to get dressed, and if anything can claps the necklace around her neck better than he can. She moves over to the vanity to freshen up her hair and makeup swiftly, but before she can apply any lipstick words are bubbling up her throat once more, “Do you really think I want to leave you alone in this tiny room and go entertain out there? I want, more than anything, to share this ridiculously lavish and overpriced bullshit with you because it’s stupid and fun and I don’t know. Maybe…maybe a part of me wanted me to share my world with you, and have you realize it’s not all caviar wishes.”

Kyle digs his fingers into the armrest as the silence builds between them, but he watches Zee as she whisks herself efficiently into her new gown. And then when Zee starts to talk again, Kyle leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he cups his face in his hands. “Errrrrg I /was/ sharing your world with you, I thought I was doing pretty damn good. And I thought we came back here because we both wanted -” Kyle bites his words, throwing himself back against the couch. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I’m fine. It’s fine. I’m just being stupid. I can’t /think/ after we were just—” Again, Kyle cuts himself off. “It’s fine. I’ll…I’ll come back out in a sec. I’ll join you in a bit. You look great, as usual. Okay? And I won’t embarrass you, I promise. Okay? Just go, go and give me a few minutes.”

Zee pinches across the bridge of her nose, “I thought I wanted it too. Seriously I did, and then I didn’t and now I’m trying to articulate my freak out to you but I don’t think it’s working because the more I keep talking out loud the more I’m feeling like my reasoning is shit too.” Zee fans out her dress, trying to focus on the way it swirls around her as she words to slow down her breathing and relax for just a few seconds before she rushes back out to the party, “You don’t embarrass me, Kyle. I know I said you did, but you don’t. It’s just me worrying too much about what other’s will think of me. This is all on me, thinking too much.”

Kyle squints his eyes, frowning as he stares at the floor. “Suuuuuuure, sure sure sure. All on you. Not my fault. Zee’s thinking too much, whatever that means. Sure, Zee, sure.” Kyle brings out all the sardonic; but even so, he also feel rather bad for giving her a hard time. He takes a deep breath in, sighing it out hard.

"I guess," he shrugs, mumbling more to himself than anything else. "I guess…I guess it’s a good thing that you felt okay to stop the sexings with me because you knew I would…be cool with it, so. So the least I can do is…is - is….actually /be/ cool with it. So I’m cool, it’s fine. I’m sorry if I nearly got us both almost ruining your party, uh. Because it’s been a really great party so far."

Zee at Kyle’s tone, Zee’s face crumples, looking to the floor as she focusing on holding back the hot embarrassed tears she feels springing up for herself, because she does blame herself for this, she does believe she’s overthinking things, and until now she felt like this hadn’t been Kyle’s fault at all- at least until he started acting like an ass.

She twists her hand about in the fabric of her gown, trying to stay clam as Kyle mumbles, “Yeah, only you haven’t been acting like me stopping was cool until just now. That me trying to explain why I stopped wasn’t good enough for you, so you went and mocked me. So you’re a little late to your apology. The party is ruined for me now Kyle. It’s ruined, and I’m just going to go out there and try and pretend it’s not for the rest of the night, because I don’t know what else to do with myself.” she grips on the doorknob, wrenching the door open and slamming it behind her before she walks out to the crowd, trying to appear as polished as ever before she grabs two fresh champagne flutes for herself.

Kyle finds and scoops up one of Zee’s shoes off the floor (the stylish trainers she was wearing before the gala) and throws it at the door once Zee leaves. He then slumps even lower on the couch, punching at the seat cushions for a bit.