Aphrodite (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} aphrodiseum) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} entrywaythreads, |
"Are you? How kind of you to indulge me." She said, mirroring his smile. They could have their serious moments, and their sweet moments. John Constantine was far more tender than anyone would have believed, especially himself, and that was a secret she kept close to her heart. But there was something special about the way they teased and played with one another. He could keep up with her most of the time, something that was rare even for gods, and she indulged in their playful back and forth as often as he could stand. "I mean, I can see you're having such a wild time tonight, making time to even consider something with me really does mean so much to me, sweet Johnny."
She moved in a little closer, her hand drifting over to play with his tie. "I could positively devour you right here against this bar," she kept her warm, soft voice low so he would have to give her his full attention. Not that she needed simple tricks like that with him. John likely remembered very clearly all the times she'd done much more scandalous things to him in public, if her getting that close to him didn't jog his memory enough on that score then nothing would. "But like with my nudity, I don't think many people here deserve to see that so I may have to take you somewhere more private."
With that Dite pressed herself against him, that hand that had been fiddling with his tie now moving up so she could wrap an arm around his neck. While she whispered incredibly filthy ideas into his ear she did let her eyes drift through the crowd, lazily 'scoping out the competition'. She wouldn't say it aloud, but she could see the sense in it, at least for him.