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helena grinned boldly as she swept zatanna off her feet — literally — and into her arms, strong, gentle arms unfazed by the presence of her girlfriend.
“looks like i’ve got you all to myself, babe,” the glint in her eyes glinted brightly as the soft warmth of the magician’s body pressed against her own reached helena’s heart, melted and beating.
as if she were testing the waters, helena leaned closer and let her lips brush against zatanna’s, slow and teasing and sweet, tilting her back a little with caution. her breath was held for the theatrics of it all, as if to ask, “shall we begin the show?”
then, compelled by some sort of divine intervention or magical pull, she dipped her fully, pressing into the kiss with a passion that made the world — the living room they cosied in — around them disappear, her eyes closing to fully savour the moment.
every brush of their skin was electrifying, every ounce of desire reflecting the peaks of their love: the vow to be dramatic and true with each other. as the teacher continued to hold her girlfriend with determined steadiness, she allowed the magician’s lips claim her all at once, having interest in neither letting go or nor being let go.
