John soddin' Constantine may not have been able to offer the normal life, but she was Zatanna Zatara, and a normal life would never have been her style. They worked so well because she wasn't the family and honest woman kind of person; Zatanna was the hours of tantric sex by moonlight and then go our separate ways for a few weeks kind of girl. John Constantine was exactly what she wanted. He never needed to apologise for not giving her more.
Well, maybe she could do without the arrogance. But at least he wasn't insecure.
That kiss took her breath away. It wasn't that kissing John in the past had not been incredible. Zatanna could not and would not deny the chemistry that she had with this man, rooted in so much more than just magic. But something about the way he kissed her, with an abandon and a passion that she had never quite pulled from him. She pressed her body close to his, wrapping her arms around him. She wanted to make sure this was real, that he was here.