H E L L B L A Z E R

         YEAH, alright, so maybe she should know better than to stand on the kitchen table. Still – “Who says you can’t put lights up for valentine’s day? C’mon, they’re PINK –”

And John, standing back with his arms folded. He should be fishing her off of the table before she HURTS herself-- because truth be told, the odds are high. 

But a part of him also wants to see where this goes.

“ARE YOU SAYIN’ YOU CAN’T LAST LONG, johnny boy?” kara reaches out, lazily clinks her empty glass against his. “since you’ve got such a preference for quick’n dirty?” 

‘ I bet a lot of people say that to you after — well, let’s just say after clothing becomes optional. ‘ does she glance down towards his belt with implication? absolutely.

‘ I’m sure my valentino shoe collection is much more impressive than whatever it is you’re compensating for, baby. ‘

There always seems to be trap he’s walking into with this one, doesn’t there? He’s got to watch his step where Lilly’s concerned-- she’s one kitten that doesn’t like to sheath her CLAWS.

“Well, you could ASK where things are, for once –” God, she sounds like her mother. She doesn’t WANT to sound like her mother. “Sorry, I – There’s a system, I’m not just … throwing things around …”

“Oh, and you think I haven’t got a system, do you?” He doesn’t. (Yet.) His system is a glorified form of rummaging like a dog in a trash can. 

@silverskins​

His tension-threaded posture seems to melt beneath the familiar touch. Made of steel though she may be, the intimacy between them bears an intrinsic delicacy. In her is a friend, a lover, a COMFORT-- rare things for John Constantine in their truest forms, of which he has grown accustomed to cheap facsimiles. He’s not used to a genuine relationship-- so at times, it frightens him almost as much as it attracts him. Precious things are easily lost, after all.

But he’s addicted to her, too, and the possibility of losing her isn’t quite enough to drive him away.

The thought flits through his head and passes again like a curtain of SMOKE-- there and gone. That constant fear of loss is eased by the warmth of her lips on his shoulder-- the slow trace of fingertips over his stomach. It’s easy to lose his head in the face of a physical pleasure, however minuscule, and he’s more than happy to succumb.

Continuing to brush her teeth, she gave him a dirty look before disappearing into the bathroom momentarily to finish up—quickly reappearing while looping blonde tresses into a pony tail. She running on four hours of rest, maybe less and if John wasn’t here, half her morning routine would be cleared out and done—but it’s all about adjusting, making him apart of her life and daily routine… Even if it means waking him up in several ways and bickering about laundry.

Leaning against the door frame, a slow smirk curled the corner of full lips as she STRETCHED her arms out high over her head for a dramatic touch—seductively rubbing her hands all over her abdomen, down the dip of her waist, the curve of wide hips–all over John’s dress shirt adorning her figure. Taking in his groggy words, Anastasia began to saunter her way over, settling beside him as she trailed a hand up his chest… along his jaw—digits carding through his hair as she finally chuckled. Slow to massage his scalp, long lashes fluttered while she gazed down at him.

   “ —if that were the case, you’d forever be doing my laundry, wouldn’t you? ” Grinning ear to ear, that was when Anastasia dipped down, peppering a few kisses along his face with a few giggles here and there. “ —laundry works when clothes need to be washed, when they’re dirty—like now– ( another kiss, close to the corner of his lips, ) —–for example, your COAT, ( smiling against his cheek, pressing a few kisses against his skin with a sweet laugh— ) —Please, let me wash that thing. ”

It’s admittedly an ADJUSTMENT, moving in with a girlfriend. He’s stayed with partners in the past, but that’s not what this is, is it? He’s always been a drifter-- catching planes and trains and cabs, moving on to the next town, the next lover. Yet here he is, still in New York City after all this time. It’s not the steady stream of work that keeps him here-- nor is it the fact that he loves New York-- though those things certainly don’t hurt.

He’s here because of Ana. Because she’s eased him into a comfortable illusion of DOMESTICITY he never thought he’d want-- because she never ceases to surprise him.

It’s an adjustment, but on mornings like this, it’s an adjustment for the better. He savors her caress as it drifts along naked skin, lets his eyes dip closed until her lips scatter across his face. Small pleasures like this are WORTH staying in one place for.

       ❛  WHAT  KIND  of  demon  ….  doesn’t  like  …  puns  ?  ❜

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