John Constantine (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} satanicmajesty) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} entrywaythreads, |
She was playing with him. Toying around. Not that she did it to trick or deceive him but she certainly wanted his attention. Was she trying to distract him from something? Lure him away from something? Did she want him to change his ways? To stop all of his usual forms of wheeling, dealing, mingling and working? That didn't seem right. Something certainly seemed odd though but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
Did it matter? Wherever they went, since the day they met, they always found one another again. Their relationship was strong enough to withstand jumps through different universes, always finding one another. Always staying together. He was thankful for that, even if he had a funny way of showing it.
John had one hand on the bar, his cigarette between his fingers. The other hand came to rest on Dite's hip, finding that nice like dip that seemed to fit his hand perfectly. Or maybe it was being in love that made it seem that way. Tingles ran over his skin as she whispered into his ear. That temptation was there and it was strong.
"What if I were to ask you for a little bit of time?" he asked, risking her wrath. "And then after that time passes, no matter what I am doing, you can whisk me away for as long as you want..." he paused. "Within my mortal limitations of course" he added with a little wink. "And then maybe we can..." he paused and whispered back some of that same talk that Dite had given him with his own little spin on it.