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thejusticelounge2012-08-08 06:18 am
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-08-08 06:18 am
beach house
Zatanna leans back in the sand, letting Ollie have his way with her feet and his sand sculpting. "Oho! I am triumphant!" he crows, and she holds up her hands, defenseless. "Uncle, uncle..." Ollie immediately sets about constructing a pineapple for one shoe and a Green Lantern symbol for the other.
Zatanna shifts up to inspect Ollie's work, "You know, once you get used to it the sand over your feet actually feels pretty good."
"I know, right? All warm and toasty." Ollie regards his work and then rubs his hands together. "And now you're trapped here FOREVER."
Zatanna gasps dramatically, "How could you!"
"Muahahah! I tricked you with the promise of fancy shoes!! It's a tale as old as time, fair maiden!! And now you'll be trapped here until the tide carries you out." Clark looks over and gives Ollie a thumbs-up for his sand artwork, fairly impressed, and Ollie grins and shoots Clark finger-guns in response as Zatanna flops back against the sand, "Noooooooo!"
Crawling over her, Ollie keeps laughing menacingly until his nose brushes against her chin and he lifts his head to look down at her. "Betcha know what price your freedom comes at, lovely magician ..."
Clark determinedly keeps his eyes away from Ollie and Zatanna, asking Dick questions as Zatanna smirks gleefully. "You bet I do..." leaning up as close as she can to him, "But will I pay, that is the question."
"Darlin', the slightest kiss from you is worth a ransom in gold. Easy enough price for freedom ... or maybe you like being trapped?" Ollie smiles slow at her and Zatanna winks, "Depends on who's keeping me."
Ollie brushes his nose against her chin again. "I promise to be a benevolent and attentive jailer. You'd be my favourite of all the ladies I've trapped in my dastardly sand shoes."
"You evil little..." she whispers, just as she pulls him in to her mouth. Ollie curves his hand around the back of Zatanna's head, holding her as he deepens the kiss. Clark can't avoid looking at Ollie and Zee any longer, and he watches them for a minute with furrowed brow before standing and brushing sand from his shorts.
"I'm headed back to the house for a drink. Anyone need anything?"
Ollie waves his disinterest with his free hand and Clark ambles off before really giving anyone a chance to respond, feeling strangely desperate to get away. Inside the house, he changes into some dry clothes and sits at the kitchen counter with a can of root beer. He thinks of Bruce, and Zatanna, and even Lois Lane at work, and concludes that he is very much a clueless alien when it comes to certain things.
Out on the sand, Zatanna runs a hand through Ollie's hair, continuing to press against him with a small hum. Ollie eases out of the kiss, giving her two more small ones on the corner of her mouth and the tip of her nose, and glances over at Dick and Guy, who are deep in conversation. And a serious one, seems like. "Let's move this inside, Zee-girl," he suggests. "See what kind of refreshment Clark's rustled up."
Zee nods and says, "Sounds like a plan!" so Ollie scoops her Zatanna up, hoisting her in his arms as they head up to the house and swing into the kitchen, where he puts her down on one of the high stools surrounding the island counter. "Hey there, Clark! Bruce have anything more interesting in his fridge than root beer?"
Clark is quick to rise and smile, overly wide and bright, when they enter the kitchen. "I saw some graham crackers in the cabinet, but I don't think anyone stays here that often. We should have maybe gone grocery shopping." He grabs the graham crackers anyways and arranges them on a plate. They're a little out of date and stale. Ollie raises a derisive eyebrow at them.
"Bummer. I thought at least that Groovy Ghoulie would stock some wine, somewheres ..." He begins hopefully searching the lower cabinets as Clark suggests, "Maybe there's a cellar, or a rack?"
"Hey, good idea!" Ollie goes to the door and hollers down the beach. "Diiiiiick! Is there a wiiiiiine cellarrrrrr!?!?" Dick's yelling answer echoes back. "YEEEEEEEEEEES! THE KEEEEEY'S IN THE FRUUUUUUUUUUUUIT!"
"Thaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!" Ollie bawls, then scrabbles around in the fruit bowl and comes up triumphant with a key. "Aha! Success! I shall return in a moment, fair lad and lassie."
Zatanna smiles wide, "Fantastic- pick something old!" Saluting her, Ollie sets off to the cellar, whistling. Clark smiles at Zatanna as Ollie goes to get wine. "Are you enjoying the beach house? Pretty here, isn't it?"
"It's stunning, just what we all need - a little relax and rest."
"Oh yeah, to be sure. Nice of Bruce to offer the place up. But I can't imagine he takes time to enjoy it himself very often." Clark glances over his shoulder, then adds in a rush, "If you and Ollie have something going on, I understand. I'll stay out of the way. I'm sorry about last night." He looks down at his hands. "I just didn't know."
Zatanna frowns in sympathy, "What do you have to be sorry about Clark?"
"Well, I kissed you. I wouldn't have, if I'd known you were Ollie's girl, of course."
"But I'm not Ollie's, I'm not anyone's at this point."
Clark wrinkles his nose in confusion, gesturing out toward the beach. "But, the two of you were..." He lets his hand fall with a defeated explusion of air.
Zatanna sighs with a smile, "Ollie and I are just, I don't know...messing around, having fun. It's nothing serious Clark. Honest."
"Oh. Oh, well of course you are. I shoulda known that. That's the thing now, right? Just... having fun..." Clark chuckles awkwardly and rubs the back of his head. "You think Ollie got lost hunting down that wine or what?"
As if on cue, Ollie comes whooping up the stairs, bearing along four bottles that he hoists in triumph, "Two bottles of Krug, one of Dom, and an '83 Margaux, Bruce, you dirty dog." He puts two of the champagnes in the fridge and twists the cage off the third. "Glasses?" Jun 20
Clark grabs three long-stemmed glasses from the cabinet. "Crystal! Classy." Ollie laughs as he pops the champagne cork, licking his fingers when some of the champagne cascades over them. He pours it neatly into the glasses and hands them around. "Et voila."
Clark Kent sips at the dry champagne, having more a taste for it than for beer, at least. "Not bad." Zee, on the other hand, downs the champagne happily, "My favorite!"
Ollie samples it, then drains off his glass. "Nothing like a good bubbly to get the bubbles flowing."
"I don't drink wine very often," Clark tells them, somewhat sheepishly. "Doesn't have much of an impact on me, you know. But there's something to be said for the placebo effect."
Leaning on his elbows against the counter, Ollie grins widely at the other two and gestures with his glass. "I find champagne will do that to you," he says airily, "More than any other of the fine potables. But let's try the wine, shall we, kittens?"
Zee's eyes light up at the thought. "Don't make me purr..." she smirks, and Clark chimes in. "Someone might as well enjoy it if Bruce refuses to!"
Ollie locates a corkscrew and applies it to the bottle. "Y'know, that guy splashes on fifteen year-old scotch like it's aftershave, just to keep up the partying playboy image?"
Clark shakes his head with wry laughter at the idea. "His double life is one I don't think I could manage myself. Mine seems so simple by comparison."
"I hear ya. Especially since I was on a fair number of billionaire boys' club jaunts *with* him, so I got to see Bimbo Bruce a whoooooole lot."
"Heh. I'm sure that was a regular treat." Clark holds his emptied glass out for a refill of wine as Ollie nods, "It was somethin' else, all right. All the pretense and faked bonhomie -- I've known Bruce for a while, so I got to see him refine the act over the years ..." He pours the red wine into their empty glasses, smirking. "He was terrible when he first started."
Clark shakes his head and drums his fingers on the counter, drinking this glass a little more quickly than the first. "He is far and above the most frustrating person I've ever met." Zee nods in agreement with both of them, and Ollie snorts.
"He is. He sure is," Ollie says. "But ... he wasn't always. That's the hard part to reconcile."
Zatanna snaps her fingers pointing at Ollie, "That's exactly it! Exactly!"
Clark waves his hand, feeling a bit more dismissive than usual. He attributes it to the alcohol that has no actual inebriating effect on his Kryptonian physiology. "Enough about Bruce, anyway."
Ollie perks up once Clark makes his declaration. "Right?!? Gah, the guy even infiltrates conversations when he ain't here." He tops off their glasses, then gets another bottle of champagne out as they all down the wine. Repeats the pop, spill, lick routine and fills them up again.
"How are Kate and Hal, Ollie?" Clark inquires, sipping his cold champagne. "I didn't get a chance to talk to her earlier. How are the kids?"
It's hard to miss the way Ollie's face lights up when Clark asks about the family. "They're doing well, Clark, thanks. The kids are gearing up for summer vacation, heh."
Zatanna perks up, "Summer vacay? Where to?"
"Vancouver! We're doing some summer snowboarding up on Whistler-Blackcomb. Big ol' family vacation -- we're even bringing the dog, saints preserve us." Ollie piously crosses himself with his champagne glass as Clark smiles broadly and Zee declares, "Oh lord, sounds like an adventure!"
"I'm sure it will be, knowing my family. How 'bout you two kittens? Anything exciting lined up?"
"Oh, well," Clark demurred, "I usually go out to the farm as much as I can for the summer. Jimmy wants me to go with him and some other guys from work to Florida, but I think it's really for a younger crowd. Jimmy just... well, he's a very loyal friend."
He lookes politely at Zatanna, who sighs, toying with the glass in her hand. "Just a tour and a few side shows. Nothing out of the ordinary."
Ollie looks from one to the other. "Seriously? A couple of stunners like you, and it's all gonna be wasted on moo-cows and tour roadies? It's a damn shame, I tellya."
"This is about as good of a vacation as I can get," Zee smiles, "better than anything I could ask for probably."
Ollie finishes swallowing the rest of his champagne, looking sympathetic. "Zee! That's just sad. You should at least have, I dunno, uh..." He ah-ha's and points a finger of his glass-hand at her. "A whirlwind summer romance, to give you some warm memories on the long cold road."
Clark flicks his eyes down to the jewel-toned wine swirling in his glass, drinking it with more focus than necessary as Ollie elbows him. "Hey, Clark? Whaddya think -- our Zee deserves romance-book wooing! Or at least, some romance book nookie."
Zatanna smiles as she drinks her wine, looking back and forth between the two men as Clark almost jumps. "Yeah! Um, of course, as beautiful as she is. She deserves anything she wants."
Leaning forward, Ollie twirls his empty glass in one hand, tucking a stray lock of Zatanna's hair behind her ear. "So what's on the menu, beautiful?"
Zatanna smiles slyly as she leans into his touch, "A hero sandwich...?"
There's a momentary beat before Clark says, "Sorry, Zee. Bruce doesn't keep the kitchen well stocked here. But I can run up the street and pick you up one if you like?"
Ollie laughs, lowly, and gives Zee a gentle bite on the cheekbone before looking over his shoulder at Clark. "Not quite the sandwich she had in mind, Big Blue."
Clark laughs nervously as the meaning sinks in. "Oh. That's.... a good one, Zee." He downs the rest of his wine, swallowing loudly.
Ollie exchanges a look with Zatanna, then helps her off her chair and gives her a little guiding push of encouragement towards Clark, who carefully encircles Zatanna in his arms as she floats over to him, the wide berth of his hold not actually touching her at all. "I um ah hey, Zee."
Zatanna tip toes her fingers up his chest, her eyes following her fingers path till they lock with Clark's, "Hi."
Clark looks over her head at Ollie for a second, then back down at Zee, back and forth a few more times because he's certain someone knows what he's supposed to do now, but it definitely isn't him.
"She wants to be kissed, Clark," Ollie prompts, gently. "She wants you. To kiss her."
"Here? In the kitchen? With you there? No offense. I mean, is that what you want, Zee?"
Zatanna smiles wide with a small laugh, "Yes Clark. That's exactly what I'd want."
Clark leans down to oblige her with a chaste peck on the lips, and Ollie makes a disappointed noise. "Aww, Clark, you can do better than that! Zee, you better show farmboy here what kind of kiss you'd really want."
Shuffling his feet, Clark rakes his fingers through his damp hair. "Aw, Ollie, you know I'm not... good with this kind of thing..." He sighs. "I feel nervous here in the kitchen. It's not right, kissing in the kitchen."
"Plenty of rooms upstairs, baby," Ollie points out. Clark considers for a moment. Ollie and Zee are friends he trusts, and... what was that Zee said about just having fun? He plunks his empty wine glass on the counter. "Bedrooms. Right. Okay, let's go."
Truthfully, Ollie's startled by Clark's sudden lantern-jawed determination, but hell, he's not one to look a gift Kryptonian in the even-toothed mouth. "Off we go, then!" He leads them both to the upstairs bedrooms, choosing one that has big bay doors that open out on the ocean view. Clark follows Ollie and Zee upstairs, flanking them and asking himself what he's doing occasionally. He can't resist a spark of satisfaction in a dark place he'd rather not admit he harbored, a cruel sense of smugness of enjoying the company of two of Bruce's former paramours in Bruce's vacation home. But no-- this is for Zee. For the lady's enjoyment. That's all.
Zatanna whispers to no one in particular, "Nice choice..."
"Well, this room has a nice view, no doubt." Clark looks around and Ollie closes the door with a smirk. "Oh," he says, taking Zee's hand and leading her over to Clark. "You bet it does, kitten."
Clark stands perfectly still as the other two approach. "Zee, I'd like to try that kiss again. If... if you still want it." Ollie brings Zatanna's hand up and bites her fingertip, watching Clark ready himself as Zatanna turns to him, biting her lip. Placing her free hand on Clark's cheek she encourages, "Of course Clark..."
Leaning down again, Clark lifts her this time as he straightens and presses his lips to hers. He's hesitant, initially, but he slowly begins to move his mouth, to let his hands wander the arch of her back. For her part Zee runs her fingers across his cheek, dragging her nails as she deepens the kiss. Her long hair brushing against him as she presses closer.
Ollie pulls back to take in the sight, their oh-so-black hair tangling and trailing, Clark's strong fingers against Zee's back, the pretty arch of her throat as their kissing gets more heated. Clark glances at Ollie occasionally as he sits in a desk chair with Zee in his lap, letting her bend his neck to hover her lips above his and move him as she will. He rumbles as her nails streak warmth over the skin on his face. Taking Clark's glances as a cue, Ollie goes over to the other two, stroking Zatanna's hair back in a swift movement and then dropping a kiss on the crown of Clark's head.
Zatanna her lips trail down to his neck, her hand tracing down across his chest as she moves lower. She can feel Ollie's hand running through her hair, leaning back from Clark for a moment to meet his touch. Clark in their scents as they surround them, cedar bark and bourbon, lily of the valley and sawdust. It blends, clean and rustic, in a way that comforts him. He likes them together this way, the way they smell and look and feel as they invade his space. He slowly crooks a hand around the back of Ollie's neck as he reaches up, drawing him down to Zee and himself.
Ollie gives a low, thrumming growl and bites at the corner of Zatanna's bottom lip before sliding his hand into Clark's hair, holding him still for a breathless moment before kissing Clark, hard, pushing his tongue inside. Zee leans in against Ollie, with a hand still remaining against Clark's side. Her free hand tracing up against Ollie's arm, while she trails kisses across the base of his neck and shoulder.
Clark seizes for only a second before parting his lips for Ollie's insistent kiss, craning his neck further back upon the chair, fingers toying with the strap on Zee's shoulder. Her weight in his lap is definitely a welcome pressure.Ollie wraps one arm around Zatanna, fingers brushing the side of her breast, and moves his other hand around to the side of Clark's face, thumb smoothing back the hair on Clark's temple as he kisses him more fiercely. The two of them are so lovely in the half-light coming in from the clear ocean night-sky, Clark giving himself over to this, Zatanna losing herself in it.
Abruptly, Clark pulls back a half-inch, still close to their faces, voice hushed because it suddenly seems wrong to speak too loudly. "I could hurt either one of you. I'd never intend to, but..." he holds out his hands before them and flexes them. Both know the crushing strength they can channel.
Ollie and Zee are both quiet for a moment, looking at Clark's hands, respecting the anxiety their friend has for their safety. Finally, Ollie says in a deliberate voice, "We trust you, Clark. Don't we, Zee?"
"We do. But if it makes you feel better, there's always a spell for..." Zee smiles reassuringly at Clark, her featherlight tone easing the burden from him, "...whatever."
Clark smiles, relief washing over him. Such a simple assurance, but it puts him at ease. "I trust both of you, too. A spell, Zee? You could make me... normal, just for tonight?"
"I can make you whatever you'd like- and normal I can do. Hardly any of my spells are permanent, it probably won't even last more than 2 maybe 3 hours at the most..."
Ollie chuckles. "Heh! I think that's a good amount of time for what we've got planned. "
"It might be a good idea," Clark says. "Just to be sure."
Zatanna nods, fingers moving in a swift pattern as she casts on Clark, "nekaeW"
Clark flexes his hands again in wonderment as the spell washes over him like a rush of warm water. "Ollie, arm wrestle me," he insists, grabbing his hand and pushing. Laughing, Ollie complies, bearing Clark's hand down without exerting himself too much. "Looks like that ol' black magic did its number on you, kitten." Holding Clark's hand down, Ollie leans in to nip at his jawline, suck at the side of his neck.
Clark lets out a peal of shocked, breathy laughter as his hand is pinned to his knee. He fights Ollie's hold just for the novelty of it, just because it's somehow gratifying to exert himself against anything and meet resistance. His other hand roves more confidently over Zee as the burden of viewing her as fragile and glasslike is lifted. "I can't hurt you now. I really can't," he marvels aloud, moving to kiss each one of them. "No more than any adult human could."
"And we don't hurt all that easily," Ollie observes.
Zatanna rubs her ankles against Clark's, her back arching slightly as she meets Ollie's touch against the former man of steel. Her hand reacching out to outline both men's jawlines. "No holding back now. big guy/"
Leaning back in the chair, still luxuriating in the feel of his newly depowered body and the beginning of thought of what he can do with it, Clark looks at them both expectantly. "The kissing was nice. What do we do now?"
Ollie looks for a moment from one to the other, Clark's mild, wondering question making him pause for a moment, realize that maybe calling them "kitten" isn't all that far off. At least, in comparison to *his* usual partners. Coming to a decision he curves his hand around Zee's hip, leaning in to kiss the edge of Clark's eyebrow. "What say we take it nice and easy, hmm?" He tilts his head in the direction of the enormous bed -- it seems like Bruce refuses to buy anything smaller than a kingsize, and this one seems roughly the size of a Manhattan walk-up apartment -- and takes them both by the wrist to lead them over.
Clark glances at Zee, eager to ascertain she's still comfortable with the situation, as he allows Ollie to guide him to the oversized mattress. He kicks off his sandals before sitting cross-legged in the middle of it, watching the other two with a mixture of eagerness and apprehension. Zatanna follows without complaint, sliding onto the bed with a wide smile. Resting a hand on both men, her heart racing in the excitement.
Ollie toes off his shoes too and skims out of his cargoes, leaving on his underwear and kneeling on the bed. "So, lad and lassie," he says. "Nobody needs to do anything they're not into, okay? But for the record --" he takes them in, grinning hungrily, "--I'm game for whatever, with the two of you being so fucking hot." He shifts Zatanna so she's sitting in Clark's lap, facing out, and then kisses her, hand cupping her breast.
Clark licks his lips with a determined nod. "I'm game for ... for things." Zatanna in his lap is a welcome pressure once more, and he observes Ollie for a second before following his lead, brushing Zee's dark hair aside to trail gentle kisses where her neck meets her shoulder. His fingers carefully ghost over the swell of her other breast, listening for her reaction.
Zatanna pushes hard into Ollie's kiss, while her neck curves against Clark leaning in against her as well. Her toes curling, she twists her torso a little, giving Clark better access to the side of her neck, drawing Ollie further onto the bed and closer to them. Humming happily in the midst of their touches she begins to pull up her shirt, inching it slowly upwards and stopping teasingly short against the undercurve of her breast.
"Now Zeebird, that's just *cruel*," Ollie chides. "Let us enjoy the landscape a little more, huh?" He pushes one hand under Zatanna's shirt, sliding up towards her throat so the movement bares most of her chest. He curls his other hand around the back of Clark's neck, drawing his dark head down towards Zee's breasts until the tip of Clark's nose just brushes her shimmery pale skin. "mmmm. That's more like it."
Clark doesn't resist as he's nudged closer to Zee's body, one large hand flattening over the smooth expanse of her bared stomach. His eyes flick up to meet hers for a moment before he laves one breast with warm attention from his mouth, his other hand creeping aside to squeeze its mate. "Beautiful," he murmurs, kissing the soft valley in between.
Zatanna beams lightly at the comments as she murmurs, "Flattery gets you somewhere, Ollie..." She runs her hand through Clark's hair, giving his dark locks a tug as she pulls her fingers away from his scalp. Her back arches against Clark as his hands moving in against her stomach, legs sprawling and spreading from the sensation. Ollie scrunches up the fabric of Zee's top in his fist, helping her pull it off; he drags his fingers down her bare back and leans over to bite Clark's shoulder, encouragingly, watching the two of them gently discovering each other.
Clark pulls back, gazing upon Zee's bared torso in reverent admiration when Ollie's teeth nip his shoulder. It's light, but Clark gasps, unaccustomed to such sensation with his strength rendering him invulnerable to most forces he counters. The magic-weakened nerves beneath the bite are alight, but not in an unpleasant way. He laughs softly in disbelief and, realizing himself to be overdressed at this point, shucks his own shirt over his head.
Zatanna feels her skin shiver against Ollie's hand running against her back. She can hear Clark's light gasp from Ollie's bite, grinning devilishly knowing her magic was letting him feel weak for the first time since God knows when. With Clark's shirt tossed aside, his body heat seems to radiate that much warmer to her torso, leading her to lean back against him, with her arms looping loosely about his neck.
"Ahhhh, atta girl, Zee." Ollie pushes Zee back against Clark some more, so she's leaning back against that broad, strong chest and Ollie can undo the fastenings of her teensy tiny skimpy jean shorts and get his fingers into the waistband to pull them off her, tossing them onto Clark's discarded shirt. She's got pretty little panties on, and he presses a line of kisses along the dip of her waist, down to the curve of her hip, as he strokes down between her legs, over the cloth. "You gonna let me find out what you taste like, Zee?" Ollie murmurs against her skin.
Clark breathes shallowly against the side of her neck, his hands massaging her idly while he watches, eyes darkened with fueled interest. For her part, Zatanna's letting herself get lost int th sensations -- Clark's breath, Ollie's touch lowering, while Clark's hands wander across her slowly, leaving Zee to drink it in happily behind closed eyes. It's only when Ollie's voice carries to her does she snap her ice blues back to attention, her smile melting into a smirk, "Free sample," she hums, as her legs shift further appart.
"Oh, sweetheart," Ollie murmurs, watching her part her legs, beckon him in. "That's *some* motherfuckin' magic."
Ollie slides down on the bed so he can hook his fingers in Zatanna's panties and pull them aside, nipping at the soft inside of her thigh before sliding his tongue against her in broad, deep strokes. He hums along her, dipping lower to push his tongue into her body while pressing against her sweet spot with his thumb, rubbing in erratic circles.
Clark becomes steadily emboldened as he watches Ollie caress Zee, his own arms snaking around to clasp her hands and restrain them against her chest, holding her at their mercy. Her scent touches the air and he inhales as he drinks her whimpers in a fleeting kiss. "Zee," he entreats softly. "Tell me how it feels."
Zatanna squeaks out a small cry as her ankles arch in rhythem with their movements while her hands remain pressing firmly against her chest. Pressing in a kiss or two against Clark's neck while she remains locked, her legs already beginning to tingle in delight, "Electric...." she whispers on an inhale before bursting into a sharp, excited squeal.
Ollie doesn't let up, only varying the pressure of his tongue between long flat swipes and sharper, pointed licks. He can hear Clark asking, in his low gentle voice; hears Zee reply, breathless and giddy, and their voices and words only make everything hotter. He eases back and his fingers take up the task, slip-sliding in her wetness, pressing into the clenching heat of her. He gets his knees up under him again and leans in fast to kiss Clark, share the scent and taste of Zatanna that's still warm and melting in his mouth.
Clark rumbles as Ollie's mouth meets his, as traces of Zee invade his senses and leave him wanting more of something he can't identify, but that makes his blood thrum in his veins until he's convinced he can hear it. If it weren't for her spell, perhaps he could. He presses into Ollie's kiss as they hover over her, his hands exploring him now, riding up his muscular sides and back down the slope of his arms.
Zatanna shifts slightly against Clark before she brushes her hands softly against his sides. She switches between the two surrounding her, her fingers trailing softly before scraping down sharply against the skin. She sits up, pressing several light kisses against Ollie's chest, leaving a hand to linger against Clark.
Ollie twists his fingers inside Zatanna, flicking his thumb until he hears her little starry squeak hit a pitch that's so high it disappears. Clark's hands are strong but still a little hesitant, learning, mapping before he retreads the same paths with more confidence. This is like nothing Ollie's experienced before, all this new ground exploration with old friends, and he's getting hard enough for it to become an issue. He bites the inside of Clark's yielding lower lip before pulling back. "Seems lopsided to let the lady be the only one in a state of undress," he drawls. "Whatsay, Clark?"
Clark nods, a little uncertain still, but he knows from the way others view him that he has little to be ashamed about when it comes to his body. Even still, he toes out of his shorts and eventually his boxers with his face warming under a blush that creeps up from his neck. He stretches out alongside Zatanna, feeling the bare length of her against her skin and drawing her into another languid kiss.
Zatanna shifts up to inspect Ollie's work, "You know, once you get used to it the sand over your feet actually feels pretty good."
"I know, right? All warm and toasty." Ollie regards his work and then rubs his hands together. "And now you're trapped here FOREVER."
Zatanna gasps dramatically, "How could you!"
"Muahahah! I tricked you with the promise of fancy shoes!! It's a tale as old as time, fair maiden!! And now you'll be trapped here until the tide carries you out." Clark looks over and gives Ollie a thumbs-up for his sand artwork, fairly impressed, and Ollie grins and shoots Clark finger-guns in response as Zatanna flops back against the sand, "Noooooooo!"
Crawling over her, Ollie keeps laughing menacingly until his nose brushes against her chin and he lifts his head to look down at her. "Betcha know what price your freedom comes at, lovely magician ..."
Clark determinedly keeps his eyes away from Ollie and Zatanna, asking Dick questions as Zatanna smirks gleefully. "You bet I do..." leaning up as close as she can to him, "But will I pay, that is the question."
"Darlin', the slightest kiss from you is worth a ransom in gold. Easy enough price for freedom ... or maybe you like being trapped?" Ollie smiles slow at her and Zatanna winks, "Depends on who's keeping me."
Ollie brushes his nose against her chin again. "I promise to be a benevolent and attentive jailer. You'd be my favourite of all the ladies I've trapped in my dastardly sand shoes."
"You evil little..." she whispers, just as she pulls him in to her mouth. Ollie curves his hand around the back of Zatanna's head, holding her as he deepens the kiss. Clark can't avoid looking at Ollie and Zee any longer, and he watches them for a minute with furrowed brow before standing and brushing sand from his shorts.
"I'm headed back to the house for a drink. Anyone need anything?"
Ollie waves his disinterest with his free hand and Clark ambles off before really giving anyone a chance to respond, feeling strangely desperate to get away. Inside the house, he changes into some dry clothes and sits at the kitchen counter with a can of root beer. He thinks of Bruce, and Zatanna, and even Lois Lane at work, and concludes that he is very much a clueless alien when it comes to certain things.
Out on the sand, Zatanna runs a hand through Ollie's hair, continuing to press against him with a small hum. Ollie eases out of the kiss, giving her two more small ones on the corner of her mouth and the tip of her nose, and glances over at Dick and Guy, who are deep in conversation. And a serious one, seems like. "Let's move this inside, Zee-girl," he suggests. "See what kind of refreshment Clark's rustled up."
Zee nods and says, "Sounds like a plan!" so Ollie scoops her Zatanna up, hoisting her in his arms as they head up to the house and swing into the kitchen, where he puts her down on one of the high stools surrounding the island counter. "Hey there, Clark! Bruce have anything more interesting in his fridge than root beer?"
Clark is quick to rise and smile, overly wide and bright, when they enter the kitchen. "I saw some graham crackers in the cabinet, but I don't think anyone stays here that often. We should have maybe gone grocery shopping." He grabs the graham crackers anyways and arranges them on a plate. They're a little out of date and stale. Ollie raises a derisive eyebrow at them.
"Bummer. I thought at least that Groovy Ghoulie would stock some wine, somewheres ..." He begins hopefully searching the lower cabinets as Clark suggests, "Maybe there's a cellar, or a rack?"
"Hey, good idea!" Ollie goes to the door and hollers down the beach. "Diiiiiick! Is there a wiiiiiine cellarrrrrr!?!?" Dick's yelling answer echoes back. "YEEEEEEEEEEES! THE KEEEEEY'S IN THE FRUUUUUUUUUUUUIT!"
"Thaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!" Ollie bawls, then scrabbles around in the fruit bowl and comes up triumphant with a key. "Aha! Success! I shall return in a moment, fair lad and lassie."
Zatanna smiles wide, "Fantastic- pick something old!" Saluting her, Ollie sets off to the cellar, whistling. Clark smiles at Zatanna as Ollie goes to get wine. "Are you enjoying the beach house? Pretty here, isn't it?"
"It's stunning, just what we all need - a little relax and rest."
"Oh yeah, to be sure. Nice of Bruce to offer the place up. But I can't imagine he takes time to enjoy it himself very often." Clark glances over his shoulder, then adds in a rush, "If you and Ollie have something going on, I understand. I'll stay out of the way. I'm sorry about last night." He looks down at his hands. "I just didn't know."
Zatanna frowns in sympathy, "What do you have to be sorry about Clark?"
"Well, I kissed you. I wouldn't have, if I'd known you were Ollie's girl, of course."
"But I'm not Ollie's, I'm not anyone's at this point."
Clark wrinkles his nose in confusion, gesturing out toward the beach. "But, the two of you were..." He lets his hand fall with a defeated explusion of air.
Zatanna sighs with a smile, "Ollie and I are just, I don't know...messing around, having fun. It's nothing serious Clark. Honest."
"Oh. Oh, well of course you are. I shoulda known that. That's the thing now, right? Just... having fun..." Clark chuckles awkwardly and rubs the back of his head. "You think Ollie got lost hunting down that wine or what?"
As if on cue, Ollie comes whooping up the stairs, bearing along four bottles that he hoists in triumph, "Two bottles of Krug, one of Dom, and an '83 Margaux, Bruce, you dirty dog." He puts two of the champagnes in the fridge and twists the cage off the third. "Glasses?" Jun 20
Clark grabs three long-stemmed glasses from the cabinet. "Crystal! Classy." Ollie laughs as he pops the champagne cork, licking his fingers when some of the champagne cascades over them. He pours it neatly into the glasses and hands them around. "Et voila."
Clark Kent sips at the dry champagne, having more a taste for it than for beer, at least. "Not bad." Zee, on the other hand, downs the champagne happily, "My favorite!"
Ollie samples it, then drains off his glass. "Nothing like a good bubbly to get the bubbles flowing."
"I don't drink wine very often," Clark tells them, somewhat sheepishly. "Doesn't have much of an impact on me, you know. But there's something to be said for the placebo effect."
Leaning on his elbows against the counter, Ollie grins widely at the other two and gestures with his glass. "I find champagne will do that to you," he says airily, "More than any other of the fine potables. But let's try the wine, shall we, kittens?"
Zee's eyes light up at the thought. "Don't make me purr..." she smirks, and Clark chimes in. "Someone might as well enjoy it if Bruce refuses to!"
Ollie locates a corkscrew and applies it to the bottle. "Y'know, that guy splashes on fifteen year-old scotch like it's aftershave, just to keep up the partying playboy image?"
Clark shakes his head with wry laughter at the idea. "His double life is one I don't think I could manage myself. Mine seems so simple by comparison."
"I hear ya. Especially since I was on a fair number of billionaire boys' club jaunts *with* him, so I got to see Bimbo Bruce a whoooooole lot."
"Heh. I'm sure that was a regular treat." Clark holds his emptied glass out for a refill of wine as Ollie nods, "It was somethin' else, all right. All the pretense and faked bonhomie -- I've known Bruce for a while, so I got to see him refine the act over the years ..." He pours the red wine into their empty glasses, smirking. "He was terrible when he first started."
Clark shakes his head and drums his fingers on the counter, drinking this glass a little more quickly than the first. "He is far and above the most frustrating person I've ever met." Zee nods in agreement with both of them, and Ollie snorts.
"He is. He sure is," Ollie says. "But ... he wasn't always. That's the hard part to reconcile."
Zatanna snaps her fingers pointing at Ollie, "That's exactly it! Exactly!"
Clark waves his hand, feeling a bit more dismissive than usual. He attributes it to the alcohol that has no actual inebriating effect on his Kryptonian physiology. "Enough about Bruce, anyway."
Ollie perks up once Clark makes his declaration. "Right?!? Gah, the guy even infiltrates conversations when he ain't here." He tops off their glasses, then gets another bottle of champagne out as they all down the wine. Repeats the pop, spill, lick routine and fills them up again.
"How are Kate and Hal, Ollie?" Clark inquires, sipping his cold champagne. "I didn't get a chance to talk to her earlier. How are the kids?"
It's hard to miss the way Ollie's face lights up when Clark asks about the family. "They're doing well, Clark, thanks. The kids are gearing up for summer vacation, heh."
Zatanna perks up, "Summer vacay? Where to?"
"Vancouver! We're doing some summer snowboarding up on Whistler-Blackcomb. Big ol' family vacation -- we're even bringing the dog, saints preserve us." Ollie piously crosses himself with his champagne glass as Clark smiles broadly and Zee declares, "Oh lord, sounds like an adventure!"
"I'm sure it will be, knowing my family. How 'bout you two kittens? Anything exciting lined up?"
"Oh, well," Clark demurred, "I usually go out to the farm as much as I can for the summer. Jimmy wants me to go with him and some other guys from work to Florida, but I think it's really for a younger crowd. Jimmy just... well, he's a very loyal friend."
He lookes politely at Zatanna, who sighs, toying with the glass in her hand. "Just a tour and a few side shows. Nothing out of the ordinary."
Ollie looks from one to the other. "Seriously? A couple of stunners like you, and it's all gonna be wasted on moo-cows and tour roadies? It's a damn shame, I tellya."
"This is about as good of a vacation as I can get," Zee smiles, "better than anything I could ask for probably."
Ollie finishes swallowing the rest of his champagne, looking sympathetic. "Zee! That's just sad. You should at least have, I dunno, uh..." He ah-ha's and points a finger of his glass-hand at her. "A whirlwind summer romance, to give you some warm memories on the long cold road."
Clark flicks his eyes down to the jewel-toned wine swirling in his glass, drinking it with more focus than necessary as Ollie elbows him. "Hey, Clark? Whaddya think -- our Zee deserves romance-book wooing! Or at least, some romance book nookie."
Zatanna smiles as she drinks her wine, looking back and forth between the two men as Clark almost jumps. "Yeah! Um, of course, as beautiful as she is. She deserves anything she wants."
Leaning forward, Ollie twirls his empty glass in one hand, tucking a stray lock of Zatanna's hair behind her ear. "So what's on the menu, beautiful?"
Zatanna smiles slyly as she leans into his touch, "A hero sandwich...?"
There's a momentary beat before Clark says, "Sorry, Zee. Bruce doesn't keep the kitchen well stocked here. But I can run up the street and pick you up one if you like?"
Ollie laughs, lowly, and gives Zee a gentle bite on the cheekbone before looking over his shoulder at Clark. "Not quite the sandwich she had in mind, Big Blue."
Clark laughs nervously as the meaning sinks in. "Oh. That's.... a good one, Zee." He downs the rest of his wine, swallowing loudly.
Ollie exchanges a look with Zatanna, then helps her off her chair and gives her a little guiding push of encouragement towards Clark, who carefully encircles Zatanna in his arms as she floats over to him, the wide berth of his hold not actually touching her at all. "I um ah hey, Zee."
Zatanna tip toes her fingers up his chest, her eyes following her fingers path till they lock with Clark's, "Hi."
Clark looks over her head at Ollie for a second, then back down at Zee, back and forth a few more times because he's certain someone knows what he's supposed to do now, but it definitely isn't him.
"She wants to be kissed, Clark," Ollie prompts, gently. "She wants you. To kiss her."
"Here? In the kitchen? With you there? No offense. I mean, is that what you want, Zee?"
Zatanna smiles wide with a small laugh, "Yes Clark. That's exactly what I'd want."
Clark leans down to oblige her with a chaste peck on the lips, and Ollie makes a disappointed noise. "Aww, Clark, you can do better than that! Zee, you better show farmboy here what kind of kiss you'd really want."
Shuffling his feet, Clark rakes his fingers through his damp hair. "Aw, Ollie, you know I'm not... good with this kind of thing..." He sighs. "I feel nervous here in the kitchen. It's not right, kissing in the kitchen."
"Plenty of rooms upstairs, baby," Ollie points out. Clark considers for a moment. Ollie and Zee are friends he trusts, and... what was that Zee said about just having fun? He plunks his empty wine glass on the counter. "Bedrooms. Right. Okay, let's go."
Truthfully, Ollie's startled by Clark's sudden lantern-jawed determination, but hell, he's not one to look a gift Kryptonian in the even-toothed mouth. "Off we go, then!" He leads them both to the upstairs bedrooms, choosing one that has big bay doors that open out on the ocean view. Clark follows Ollie and Zee upstairs, flanking them and asking himself what he's doing occasionally. He can't resist a spark of satisfaction in a dark place he'd rather not admit he harbored, a cruel sense of smugness of enjoying the company of two of Bruce's former paramours in Bruce's vacation home. But no-- this is for Zee. For the lady's enjoyment. That's all.
Zatanna whispers to no one in particular, "Nice choice..."
"Well, this room has a nice view, no doubt." Clark looks around and Ollie closes the door with a smirk. "Oh," he says, taking Zee's hand and leading her over to Clark. "You bet it does, kitten."
Clark stands perfectly still as the other two approach. "Zee, I'd like to try that kiss again. If... if you still want it." Ollie brings Zatanna's hand up and bites her fingertip, watching Clark ready himself as Zatanna turns to him, biting her lip. Placing her free hand on Clark's cheek she encourages, "Of course Clark..."
Leaning down again, Clark lifts her this time as he straightens and presses his lips to hers. He's hesitant, initially, but he slowly begins to move his mouth, to let his hands wander the arch of her back. For her part Zee runs her fingers across his cheek, dragging her nails as she deepens the kiss. Her long hair brushing against him as she presses closer.
Ollie pulls back to take in the sight, their oh-so-black hair tangling and trailing, Clark's strong fingers against Zee's back, the pretty arch of her throat as their kissing gets more heated. Clark glances at Ollie occasionally as he sits in a desk chair with Zee in his lap, letting her bend his neck to hover her lips above his and move him as she will. He rumbles as her nails streak warmth over the skin on his face. Taking Clark's glances as a cue, Ollie goes over to the other two, stroking Zatanna's hair back in a swift movement and then dropping a kiss on the crown of Clark's head.
Zatanna her lips trail down to his neck, her hand tracing down across his chest as she moves lower. She can feel Ollie's hand running through her hair, leaning back from Clark for a moment to meet his touch. Clark in their scents as they surround them, cedar bark and bourbon, lily of the valley and sawdust. It blends, clean and rustic, in a way that comforts him. He likes them together this way, the way they smell and look and feel as they invade his space. He slowly crooks a hand around the back of Ollie's neck as he reaches up, drawing him down to Zee and himself.
Ollie gives a low, thrumming growl and bites at the corner of Zatanna's bottom lip before sliding his hand into Clark's hair, holding him still for a breathless moment before kissing Clark, hard, pushing his tongue inside. Zee leans in against Ollie, with a hand still remaining against Clark's side. Her free hand tracing up against Ollie's arm, while she trails kisses across the base of his neck and shoulder.
Clark seizes for only a second before parting his lips for Ollie's insistent kiss, craning his neck further back upon the chair, fingers toying with the strap on Zee's shoulder. Her weight in his lap is definitely a welcome pressure.Ollie wraps one arm around Zatanna, fingers brushing the side of her breast, and moves his other hand around to the side of Clark's face, thumb smoothing back the hair on Clark's temple as he kisses him more fiercely. The two of them are so lovely in the half-light coming in from the clear ocean night-sky, Clark giving himself over to this, Zatanna losing herself in it.
Abruptly, Clark pulls back a half-inch, still close to their faces, voice hushed because it suddenly seems wrong to speak too loudly. "I could hurt either one of you. I'd never intend to, but..." he holds out his hands before them and flexes them. Both know the crushing strength they can channel.
Ollie and Zee are both quiet for a moment, looking at Clark's hands, respecting the anxiety their friend has for their safety. Finally, Ollie says in a deliberate voice, "We trust you, Clark. Don't we, Zee?"
"We do. But if it makes you feel better, there's always a spell for..." Zee smiles reassuringly at Clark, her featherlight tone easing the burden from him, "...whatever."
Clark smiles, relief washing over him. Such a simple assurance, but it puts him at ease. "I trust both of you, too. A spell, Zee? You could make me... normal, just for tonight?"
"I can make you whatever you'd like- and normal I can do. Hardly any of my spells are permanent, it probably won't even last more than 2 maybe 3 hours at the most..."
Ollie chuckles. "Heh! I think that's a good amount of time for what we've got planned. "
"It might be a good idea," Clark says. "Just to be sure."
Zatanna nods, fingers moving in a swift pattern as she casts on Clark, "nekaeW"
Clark flexes his hands again in wonderment as the spell washes over him like a rush of warm water. "Ollie, arm wrestle me," he insists, grabbing his hand and pushing. Laughing, Ollie complies, bearing Clark's hand down without exerting himself too much. "Looks like that ol' black magic did its number on you, kitten." Holding Clark's hand down, Ollie leans in to nip at his jawline, suck at the side of his neck.
Clark lets out a peal of shocked, breathy laughter as his hand is pinned to his knee. He fights Ollie's hold just for the novelty of it, just because it's somehow gratifying to exert himself against anything and meet resistance. His other hand roves more confidently over Zee as the burden of viewing her as fragile and glasslike is lifted. "I can't hurt you now. I really can't," he marvels aloud, moving to kiss each one of them. "No more than any adult human could."
"And we don't hurt all that easily," Ollie observes.
Zatanna rubs her ankles against Clark's, her back arching slightly as she meets Ollie's touch against the former man of steel. Her hand reacching out to outline both men's jawlines. "No holding back now. big guy/"
Leaning back in the chair, still luxuriating in the feel of his newly depowered body and the beginning of thought of what he can do with it, Clark looks at them both expectantly. "The kissing was nice. What do we do now?"
Ollie looks for a moment from one to the other, Clark's mild, wondering question making him pause for a moment, realize that maybe calling them "kitten" isn't all that far off. At least, in comparison to *his* usual partners. Coming to a decision he curves his hand around Zee's hip, leaning in to kiss the edge of Clark's eyebrow. "What say we take it nice and easy, hmm?" He tilts his head in the direction of the enormous bed -- it seems like Bruce refuses to buy anything smaller than a kingsize, and this one seems roughly the size of a Manhattan walk-up apartment -- and takes them both by the wrist to lead them over.
Clark glances at Zee, eager to ascertain she's still comfortable with the situation, as he allows Ollie to guide him to the oversized mattress. He kicks off his sandals before sitting cross-legged in the middle of it, watching the other two with a mixture of eagerness and apprehension. Zatanna follows without complaint, sliding onto the bed with a wide smile. Resting a hand on both men, her heart racing in the excitement.
Ollie toes off his shoes too and skims out of his cargoes, leaving on his underwear and kneeling on the bed. "So, lad and lassie," he says. "Nobody needs to do anything they're not into, okay? But for the record --" he takes them in, grinning hungrily, "--I'm game for whatever, with the two of you being so fucking hot." He shifts Zatanna so she's sitting in Clark's lap, facing out, and then kisses her, hand cupping her breast.
Clark licks his lips with a determined nod. "I'm game for ... for things." Zatanna in his lap is a welcome pressure once more, and he observes Ollie for a second before following his lead, brushing Zee's dark hair aside to trail gentle kisses where her neck meets her shoulder. His fingers carefully ghost over the swell of her other breast, listening for her reaction.
Zatanna pushes hard into Ollie's kiss, while her neck curves against Clark leaning in against her as well. Her toes curling, she twists her torso a little, giving Clark better access to the side of her neck, drawing Ollie further onto the bed and closer to them. Humming happily in the midst of their touches she begins to pull up her shirt, inching it slowly upwards and stopping teasingly short against the undercurve of her breast.
"Now Zeebird, that's just *cruel*," Ollie chides. "Let us enjoy the landscape a little more, huh?" He pushes one hand under Zatanna's shirt, sliding up towards her throat so the movement bares most of her chest. He curls his other hand around the back of Clark's neck, drawing his dark head down towards Zee's breasts until the tip of Clark's nose just brushes her shimmery pale skin. "mmmm. That's more like it."
Clark doesn't resist as he's nudged closer to Zee's body, one large hand flattening over the smooth expanse of her bared stomach. His eyes flick up to meet hers for a moment before he laves one breast with warm attention from his mouth, his other hand creeping aside to squeeze its mate. "Beautiful," he murmurs, kissing the soft valley in between.
Zatanna beams lightly at the comments as she murmurs, "Flattery gets you somewhere, Ollie..." She runs her hand through Clark's hair, giving his dark locks a tug as she pulls her fingers away from his scalp. Her back arches against Clark as his hands moving in against her stomach, legs sprawling and spreading from the sensation. Ollie scrunches up the fabric of Zee's top in his fist, helping her pull it off; he drags his fingers down her bare back and leans over to bite Clark's shoulder, encouragingly, watching the two of them gently discovering each other.
Clark pulls back, gazing upon Zee's bared torso in reverent admiration when Ollie's teeth nip his shoulder. It's light, but Clark gasps, unaccustomed to such sensation with his strength rendering him invulnerable to most forces he counters. The magic-weakened nerves beneath the bite are alight, but not in an unpleasant way. He laughs softly in disbelief and, realizing himself to be overdressed at this point, shucks his own shirt over his head.
Zatanna feels her skin shiver against Ollie's hand running against her back. She can hear Clark's light gasp from Ollie's bite, grinning devilishly knowing her magic was letting him feel weak for the first time since God knows when. With Clark's shirt tossed aside, his body heat seems to radiate that much warmer to her torso, leading her to lean back against him, with her arms looping loosely about his neck.
"Ahhhh, atta girl, Zee." Ollie pushes Zee back against Clark some more, so she's leaning back against that broad, strong chest and Ollie can undo the fastenings of her teensy tiny skimpy jean shorts and get his fingers into the waistband to pull them off her, tossing them onto Clark's discarded shirt. She's got pretty little panties on, and he presses a line of kisses along the dip of her waist, down to the curve of her hip, as he strokes down between her legs, over the cloth. "You gonna let me find out what you taste like, Zee?" Ollie murmurs against her skin.
Clark breathes shallowly against the side of her neck, his hands massaging her idly while he watches, eyes darkened with fueled interest. For her part, Zatanna's letting herself get lost int th sensations -- Clark's breath, Ollie's touch lowering, while Clark's hands wander across her slowly, leaving Zee to drink it in happily behind closed eyes. It's only when Ollie's voice carries to her does she snap her ice blues back to attention, her smile melting into a smirk, "Free sample," she hums, as her legs shift further appart.
"Oh, sweetheart," Ollie murmurs, watching her part her legs, beckon him in. "That's *some* motherfuckin' magic."
Ollie slides down on the bed so he can hook his fingers in Zatanna's panties and pull them aside, nipping at the soft inside of her thigh before sliding his tongue against her in broad, deep strokes. He hums along her, dipping lower to push his tongue into her body while pressing against her sweet spot with his thumb, rubbing in erratic circles.
Clark becomes steadily emboldened as he watches Ollie caress Zee, his own arms snaking around to clasp her hands and restrain them against her chest, holding her at their mercy. Her scent touches the air and he inhales as he drinks her whimpers in a fleeting kiss. "Zee," he entreats softly. "Tell me how it feels."
Zatanna squeaks out a small cry as her ankles arch in rhythem with their movements while her hands remain pressing firmly against her chest. Pressing in a kiss or two against Clark's neck while she remains locked, her legs already beginning to tingle in delight, "Electric...." she whispers on an inhale before bursting into a sharp, excited squeal.
Ollie doesn't let up, only varying the pressure of his tongue between long flat swipes and sharper, pointed licks. He can hear Clark asking, in his low gentle voice; hears Zee reply, breathless and giddy, and their voices and words only make everything hotter. He eases back and his fingers take up the task, slip-sliding in her wetness, pressing into the clenching heat of her. He gets his knees up under him again and leans in fast to kiss Clark, share the scent and taste of Zatanna that's still warm and melting in his mouth.
Clark rumbles as Ollie's mouth meets his, as traces of Zee invade his senses and leave him wanting more of something he can't identify, but that makes his blood thrum in his veins until he's convinced he can hear it. If it weren't for her spell, perhaps he could. He presses into Ollie's kiss as they hover over her, his hands exploring him now, riding up his muscular sides and back down the slope of his arms.
Zatanna shifts slightly against Clark before she brushes her hands softly against his sides. She switches between the two surrounding her, her fingers trailing softly before scraping down sharply against the skin. She sits up, pressing several light kisses against Ollie's chest, leaving a hand to linger against Clark.
Ollie twists his fingers inside Zatanna, flicking his thumb until he hears her little starry squeak hit a pitch that's so high it disappears. Clark's hands are strong but still a little hesitant, learning, mapping before he retreads the same paths with more confidence. This is like nothing Ollie's experienced before, all this new ground exploration with old friends, and he's getting hard enough for it to become an issue. He bites the inside of Clark's yielding lower lip before pulling back. "Seems lopsided to let the lady be the only one in a state of undress," he drawls. "Whatsay, Clark?"
Clark nods, a little uncertain still, but he knows from the way others view him that he has little to be ashamed about when it comes to his body. Even still, he toes out of his shorts and eventually his boxers with his face warming under a blush that creeps up from his neck. He stretches out alongside Zatanna, feeling the bare length of her against her skin and drawing her into another languid kiss.