WHO: Lucifer Morningstar and Zatanna Zatara WHAT: Flirting and prodding at tender spots (aka, Constantine) WHEN: Thursday WHERE: On the streets WARNINGS: Nah, not really STATUS: Closed/Completed Gdoc
As impossible and as ridiculous as this place was, Lucifer had found things to enjoy. The strip club, for one. It was a classy place, and in a lot of ways reminded him of Lux, which was just about the biggest compliment he could give the place. He also enjoyed tormenting the Winchesters occasionally, especially since they still took that whole Armageddon thing so seriously. Yes, yes, maybe it hadn’t been his brightest moment, but it wasn’t like it was his idea, so he didn’t get why they felt that they needed to blame him for the whole mess.
He also had enjoyed the women he’d hooked up with while he’d been here. The three days of non-stop sex with Jo Harvelle had been his favorite, and he felt like he needed to convince her to try it again now that she knew who she was and he knew who he was. It could only be better then, right? He’d enjoyed his time with Faith (Slayers were quite...acrobatic) and he’d enjoyed his time with Zatanna. Especially because it drove John Constantine crazy. Which was one of his favorite pastimes.
Today so far had been a rather uneventful day. He’d awakened early, had a few mimosas, then headed out to see if he could find anything interesting to do. He was despairing the fact that there was just nothing interesting in this town when interesting herself came walking his way.
He leaned against a building as he watched her approach unblinkingly.
“Zatanna,” he purred. “What a lovely surprise.”
*** Zatanna hadn't really been out much since the week of nightmares. Oh she'd thrown herself into helping when the Luparii had terrorised the wolves but otherwise she'd stayed pretty hidden. It really wasn't like her, but she was having a hard time finding a way to forgive John. She hadn't slept much, her dreams haunted by his face, deranged and happy to try to kill her, forcing her to let loose for once with painful results. The bruises were long gone, their memory a ghost, her arm healed, though that had left a long, jagged scar with burn scars feathering out from the line.
It was one of those rare days, though, where she'd forced herself outside to get fresh air. In an attempt to feel normal she'd put on her normal go to outfit: a corset, boy shorts, fishnets and heels, though he'd be able to feel the edges of her magic hiding the scar on her arm with a heavy handed illusion. She wasn't quite back to fine tuned things, she lacked focus. Which was one reason she hadn't seen him until he purred her name.
Blue eyes focused on him, a faint half smile curling her lips upwards, “Lucifer, it's been awhile.” it had, too. She'd stopped chasing Constantine around which meant she rarely had a reason to bump into Lucifer at the clubs or bars in town. And now that she'd imposed hermitdom on herself, she really hadn't had a reason to see him.
Her scarred arm wrapped around her waist,the other folding over it. The scar hidden but the feeling of vulnerability still there. “What a lovely day to run into you.”
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“Isn’t it always a lovely day to run into me? I’ve heard it improves any day,” he smiled. It didn’t take a genius to realize that she wasn’t in the best of shape. He could tell, and he could feel the magic disguising her arm. It concerned him, but he didn’t see a reason to call her on it. If she wanted to keep her secrets, then he could let her do just that. Her secrets and problems could be her own, unless she wanted to tell him.
“I do like the outfit, I must say.”
The 21st century was truly a wonderful thing in his eyes. He was all for the sexual freedom and liberation embraced by women and the breakdown of societal rules on dress. He enjoyed it very much indeed.
“Where are you headed?”
*** “I suppose that might be true on some days.” She replied with a faint sigh, slightly grateful he wasn't being crass and calling her out. Though she was sure the conversation would go that way at some point. He had a knack for drawing out the things she really had zero desire to talk about.
That comment earned him a faint smile, genuine in its own right. “Thanks. It felt like a good time to bring it out of the closet.”
Zee was not shy, never had been. Probably never would be. Not much bothered her in regards to the human body and sexuality. She was comfortable in her own skin, well, usually that is. She was a little skittish currently, worried that her arm diminished her stage appeal. She wasn't vain just pragmatic. Looks counted, there was no two ways around that.
“Nowhere in particular, just needed fresh air and movement.” She paused, then added, “Wander with me?” Because what's the worst that could happen?
***
“Oh, certainly nothing bad will happen,” Lucifer said. Perhaps he could even work this into something good happening. He certainly wouldn’t mind a replay of some of their past times together. He’d enjoyed them very much indeed.
“Then are you telling me that you haven’t had fresh air or movement lately?” That was troubling. “Have you been locked away with someone interesting who wasn’t me?”
He winked at her, deciding to poke at the wounds in the gentlest way possible.
*** She rolled her eyes but it lacked the usual sarcasm built in. “Strangely, I believe you.” She'd discovered that he meant what he said, though the definition of the words were dependent on how he was thinking that day, but generally he didn't lie to her face.
Zee stiffened a touch, “Very little in the last month or so I'm afraid.” Then a faint smirk, “Oh I promise that unless you find books to be an entity more interesting than you or John,” the name was bit out a touch harsher than usual, “I've yet to find anyone more interesting.”
She raked a hand through her hair then tucked it back over her arm. “I've just been holed up I'm afraid. Came out to help with the creatures from the other week but that's really it.”
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“I’m far more interesting than Constantine,” he said with a wave of his hand. “And far more fun.” That man was a stuffy, annoying man who needed to change clothes, shower, and shave. And yet he somehow found himself in his company far more than he ever wanted to. He did notice Zatanna’s tone as she discussed him, though. Trouble in paradise, apparently. Interesting.
“Well, we’ll have to give you an interesting day, then. Not that any day with me isn’t interesting. But maybe I’ll even go to a little extra effort today. Just for you.”
It would definitely be worth it if it ended in sex, but even if it didn’t, it was more interesting than the other plans he’d had for the day.
*** She rolled her eyes just a little, but smirked. “New rule for the day, no more talk of him.” A deep breath, then a sigh, “please.” She took a second to banish what haunted her before looking over at Lucifer. Though she she'd she knew once he smelled trouble he'd circle the topic like a shark.
“How generous of you. I'm flattered you think I'm worth the extra effort.” Even if she'd wanted to, and that was a passing thought here and there, she wasn't sure she trusted anyone right now. Sex was probably not happening for a while, she was too twitchy.
“What trouble have you been getting into?” she was a little curious, he hadn't crossed her path in awhile. It made her a little wary. What had he been getting up to?
***
“I suppose,” he said. “After all, I am more interesting than he is. So there’s much more to talk about concerning me, don’t you think?”
He smiled at her. He wasn’t going to let Constantine go, of course. Maybe right now he would. Maybe. But only temporarily. What would be the fun of letting it go permanently? The devil had to have his fun.
“Trouble? Me?” He tried to look innocent for a moment before he gave that up with a chuckle. “Only the best types, of course.”
*** She let out a sigh she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in - she could regroup before he brought him up again. Maybe not flinch nearly as much as she had the first time she’d spat his name out. Zatanna grit her teeth for a moment then tried to relax. “You are that, yes.” she said after a moment trying to placate him and keep him from circling back.
“You can’t look innocent if your life depended on it.” she said softly, rolling her eyes at him, she folded her hands behind her back, resting them at the base of her spine. “Sleep with anyone interesting lately?” she wasn’t really curious, of course, but she wanted to talk about anything other than her.
“Define best types of trouble.” she smirked a touch, though, because he was amusing. “Sex, alcohol, drugs, random acts of theft?” she teased as she took a few steps, breathing in the air, it was not the best person to run into while she was in self-pity mode but it wasn’t the worst, either. She could handle this.
***
“Of course I could. I was an angel, after all. I know how to wear that self-righteous innocence. It just doesn’t suit me, is all.” He believed that, and nothing was going to change his mind about it. It was his choice not to be like them. Nothing inherent in him. He wasn’t evil after all. His job was to punish evil. And usually those banished to hell did most of the work themselves.
“All except the theft, of course. I’m really not into that.” He shrugged. Theft seemed petty and pointless, especially when he could have all the money he wanted. And he did work at with the police after all, so there were some things he should try to avoid. Very few, perhaps, but some.
*** She snorted a bit. “Just because you were one does not mean I think you could wear it well here.” she was teasing, though, as she laughed afterwards. “I have found those even not in Hell punish themselves pretty well. I didn’t think those in it would need to have the work done for them.”
Zatanna nodded a little. “Fair enough.” she noted before lapsing into silence, she really didn’t have much to talk about these days. Though she was uneasy in the silence so she sighed softly. “Sorry I am not the best of company, Lucifer. The last few months have been wearing me down a bit.” she waved a hand lazily as if to say, ah well.
***
“Well, obviously you haven’t been spending enough time with me then,” he said. He wasn’t an incredibly empathetic person, and definitely wasn’t one who was good at listening to other people’s problems. He tended to run quickly in the other direction if people started talking at him too much.
“If you’d just come over and taken off your clothes, I would have been happy to make your days much better.”
Because yes, sex with him did solve just about everything.
*** Zatanna rolled her eyes hard at him. “Sex doesn't fix things. Sex with you only makes things way more complicated.” She snorted, “I still haven't dug myself out of the pit from last time!”
She shook her head at him, he was awful. “Are you ever gonna stop with that?” No no he wasn't she already knew that.
***
“I’ll let you answer that question on your own,” he said with a smile. It should have been entirely obvious that the answer was no. He wasn’t going to stop with that. “After how much fun we had, I’d think you wouldn’t want to stop with it either. And seriously, who cares if it got you into trouble with that moody prat? You can do better than John Constantine.”
And of course, he was far better.
*** His name made her tense, lips pursing into a thin line. She closed her eyes, then let out another breath. “We had fun, that's for sure.” She admitted because it was true. No sense of lying about that. Why bother when he'd see right through it anyway?
“I care. But I can do better. I will, I'm sure.” The first time she'd ever said that in their conversations. Usually she defended John until she was blue in the face. “Look, its not that I didn't enjoy our fun, i did, I honestly did.” She sighed a bit, then closed her mouth. She wasn't ready to just tell anyone she'd still choose John because even mad at each other they had each others backs. That she didn't care, she didn't want to hurt him more.
But that wasn't entirely true right now, either.
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“Well, you can do better this afternoon, if you like. I’m rather bored since the orgy.” That had been an incredibly fun experience, and topping it was going to be quite the challenge. Another afternoon/evening/overnight with Zatanna might just do the trick, though.
Of course, all she had to say was no, and he’d back off. He might be practically a sex addict and the world’s greatest horndog, but he also was all about consent.
*** It took every ounce of willpower to say no. She was torn - she was that angry at John that sleeping with Lucifer sounded like a good idea. It would be an awful life choice, she'd grown too close to Sammy to do that to him too but it was incredibly tempting.
Really, really tempting.
“You're wearing me down but no. I'm not… in not comfortable enough right now. “ he was, too, wearing her resolve down. She hugged her arm tighter around her.
***
“Alright then,” he said. He wasn’t going to push her into doing something that made her uncomfortable. There was absolutely nothing fun or sexy about that, and it wasn’t something he wanted. Was he disappointed? Sure. But it was what it was and he’d just find someone else.
“Maybe a drink? Or a coffee. And no, I’m not trying to seduce you. You said no. I’m not going to try to change your mind on that.”
*** She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You don't need to defend yourself every moment. You only push a little.” She did smile at him, a real smile for once, before nodding. She knew he'd try again but he always took her no and let that go for the moment. He might be Lucifer but he wasn't a jerk. Well in that fashion.
“A drink would be great.” She was surprised she meant it, smiling a touch. “You're pretty decent company, after all.”
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“I am, I know,” he said, offering her his arm. He could even be a gentleman at times, when he wanted to be.
“And you can tell me everything that’s bothering you, darling.”
He was pretty sure it would give him a great deal of ammunition to use in his conversation with Constantine. At least, he hoped it would.