feat. Dick Grayson, Zatanna Zatara
-A tuft of whipped cream paints Dick’s nose tip, tongue lapping over the mint and chocolate chip ice cream, the dance of the wet muscle over the cold delicacy taking all your attention.
-It’s truly a sight for sore eyes, your handsome boyfriend looking outrageously cute.
-So it just comes naturally for you to grab his chin to move his face towards yours, Dick not putting any resistance, like a doll obeying at your every whim.
-You lick off the whipped cream, and in that moment you know you broke him. Dick’s blue eyes widen, then close, then open again, his face expressionless; you don’t even know if he is breathing anymore.
-Then you notice it: how red starts to tinge his cheeks, and then crack; the cone breaks under Dick’s strong hand, the remnants of the ice cream dripping down his thick fingers.
-He takes you to a less trafficked hallway, red shame reaching the tip of his ears and crossing the bridge of his nose.
“In public???” Dick keeps blabbering, his voice reaching new peaks, as he tries to explain why it wasn’t the right time and place, but your eyes never leave his hand, the one still sticky with the sweet delicacy.
-That’s why, as he keeps lecturing you, your hand goes for his, just to bring it to your lips, the delicacy on your tongue warm but so sweet.
-You hear Dick gasp, before taking his index finger in your mouth, tongue wrapping around each finger one by one, before letting him go with a loud pop.
“Never tasted a better ice cream-”
-Finally you look back at him, Dick’s ocean irises glossy, mouth shaped in a cute ‘o’, the time of the blink of an eye, before they press together, plump lips becoming a thin line.
-A shiver runs down your spine; you fear the lecture will continue at home, but you don’t seem to mind…
-You are backstage at Club Vesuvius, Zatanna's performance just finished, enjoying time alone from the stage lights, while the adrenaline rush fades.
-Zatanna absolutely wanted you to try the club sandwiches served there, her favorites, plate half empty in a matter of minutes.
-They do taste wonderfully, but no matter how scrumptious they are, you can’t help but lock your sight on the crumble of yolk sticking on the corner of Zatanna’s lips.
-You keep listening to her, blue eyes shining from the mixed joy of her wonderful show and the sandwich she is tasting. Mindlessly, you reach out, thumb brushing the egg yolk off, then reaching for Zatanna’s lower lip, tainted in a wonderful shade of burgundy.
-She stopped in her tracks the moment your thumb touched her skin, but she doesn’t make you wait much for a reaction, mouth sucking in your finger, before playfully biting it the moment you try to pull away.
-Zatanna winks at you, skin glowing under the dim lights, playfulness seeping out from every pore.
“Of all these years eating these, my mind never fathomed the secret ingredient that could make the dish a masterpiece, silly me-” She walks sinuously towards you, eyes full of mirth as they lock on your lips. “Let me get a taste again, mh? Wanna uncover this mystery.” Her lips, red as the juiciest and sweetest cherries, a breath from yours.
-You don’t have the heart to keep her unsatisfied, right? It would be so rude to keep your secrets, and Zatanna has more than one trick up her sleeve to make you open up…