Re: But he was my trouble. Mmmmmagic sex... -Zap's mind, around the time of the attack on her underwear. They'd both gotten caught up in experiencing as much as they could as soon as possible that things felt like they were out of control - in a lovely, bumbly magical way. "You should kiss me," he'd requested, and when she granted his wish, Nate's tongue slithered into her mouth as he entered her for the first time between her legs and Eva's body clenched down in giddiness. When he'd tried to speak, her eyes had widened to hear what her wizard might have to say, and the devil was in his own... until he looked petrified.
And then Nathaniel Zale was finished. Eva's head tilted to the side and she ignored his ramblings so she could pull him closer and kiss Nate's neck affectionately until he realized she didn't care. "You're fantastic." She grinned against his skin, the hairs of his head still hanging in her face as she nuzzled around under his ear and hairline. "That's why I'm not mad," the queen joked with a level of truth to her jest. Her hand was taken and instead of being kissed or held, Caltrops had put it on his face.
Her eyes widened and she reared back to look into the eyes of the man with the nasty mouth that she let give her advice all day. A manically slow grin began to grow from her shocked expression, and the electricity she'd been withholding flashed in her eyes. She lowered her hand as Nate began to move his hips against hers once more. "How sloppy was it before?" she asked rhetorically, then didn't wait for an answer before she used the hand he'd chosen and backhanded the other side of his face instead. Her hips rolled forward slowly, mostly because she'd just given him the non-verbal ribbing of a lifetime and she didn't want to repeat his act. Yet. Like the crazy, motherly, affectionate deity she was, her right hand had already come up to soothe the damage her left had done to Nate's face. She caressed his cheek while they moved unhurriedly together and Eva readjusted to get the most out of their hip-lock. She laid back, suddenly, and swept Nate's ever-vigilant feet from the floor of her reception room with a thought. "Keep me safe," she said, as the back of her head touched her desk and Nate was fully atop her. The lightning goddess entangled herself around him while static began to fill the air.