“ i would just like to state, once again, for the record, that i think this might be the worst idea we’ve ever had. “ (from zee!)
now isn’t the time for reprimanding. john can barely even hear her over the sound of his own heart pounding between his ear drums, loud and startled like an old tired thing that’s suddenly been shaken awake. its the adrenaline that pushes him forward, one pasty leg in front of the other, forces air from his poor smoker’s lung; had he needed to rely on being young and fit, he would have expired years ago. but something catches john’s ankle among the cluttered knick knacks in the study room and he stumbles forward, losing one of the oxford shoes gripped between his fingers and zee has to grab his arm just to keep him from falling behind. she’s right though - having a quickie within the walls of felix faust’s library was a terrible idea, generally speaking - but among the collection of all john constantine’s greatest failings ( and triumphs! ), definitely not the worst.
its about the thrill. how long has it been since he’d found himself running for his life, naked and afraid, and excited? a long time since the days of his punk-rockin’ psychedelic youth, a long time since he felt like he could relive it with someone that makes it so worth it. he’s pretty sure he can feel the bulge grow again beneath the trousers hastily crumpled over his crotch at just the thought of having an even riskier round two---he and zee hiding away in some dusty little nook, trying not to sigh and moan above the sounds of a hysterical sorcerer out to kill them.
at the end of the corridor they make another turn into what appears to be a cloaking room, ducking for the sides where they can crawl into the fabrics and hopefully, at least temporarily, disappear. john is sure to crawl as close behind her lead as possible, pressing up against her ass when she finally comes to a stop, his trousers long abandoned from the moment they left the open view. feeling a little nostalgic for the days when they’d taken those tantric magic classes together, he presses into her back, naked for all expect the wrangled tie, breath hot when he kisses her neck.
“fancy a little encore then, do we, luv?””
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