"More Than One Kind of Magic" (Zatanna comicsverse; f/f; Zatanna/Mikey; NC-17)
Title: "More Than One Kind of Magic"
Author: Erimthar
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: "Zatanna" (DC Comics)
Word count: 3,217
Pairing: Zatanna Zatara/Mikey Dowling
Warnings: Femslash, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation. Some spoilers for the ongoing Zatanna comics series, especially issue #11.
Summary: Zatanna comes home early from a failed date, to discover that the evening is not the waste she thought it would be.
Notes: Just a little PWP that arrived out of the blue, demanding to be written. This story takes place in the continuity of the current Zatanna comic book series. It is set sometime after issue #11, whose events are referred to herein. (The puppet adventure.)
Zatanna learned long ago never to swear out loud. The possession of powerful language-based magical abilities was a serious responsibility, and required a certain amount of restraint.
She had to speak a word or phrase backwards for it to have any magical effect, but accidents were still possible. She'd learned that the awkward way early in her magical career, when she'd messed up one of her words during a fairly complex spell, and impulsively let out with a "Kcuf em!"
On that occasion, her nightstand drawer had flown open and her vibrator had levitated out, flown across the bedroom, and done its best to burrow through the crotch of her jeans.
Yes, it was funny, but Zee couldn't help wondering what would have happened if there had been someone else in the room with her then... and not just because of the embarrassment factor. The thought that she might have issued someone a magical command to rape her was sobering.
So, she contented herself with an exasperated sigh as she searched through her purse for the key card to her hotel suite. Her date had been a disaster. That had been foreordained from the moment she'd walked into the bar to meet him, in her slacks and sweater, and the first words out of his mouth had been, "You're not gonna wear your fishnets and thigh-highs?"
Zatanna found her key card at last, swiped it, and entered the dark foyer of the penthouse suite she was sharing with her friend Mikey Dowling, who was also her stage manager, carpenter and set-builder. Despite the boy's name and her tomboyish personality and wardrobe, Mikey was very much a woman, and tonight's ill-fated date had been partly the result of her ongoing mission to, as she put it, "find you a nice guy and get you seriously laid." To Zee, who hadn't had sex in... eight months as of next Saturday... the "getting laid" part sounded very good indeed. But she wasn't willing to compromise on the "nice guy" part.
As she set down her bag, Zatanna noticed that the lights were on in the next room, which was a big luxurious sitting room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a magnificent view of the city. She could hear soft, sexy music playing in there as well. Zee could have sworn Mikey said she was going out for the evening, as she almost always did on nights when there was no magic show to work. Had she brought a guy back to the suite?
Zatanna tiptoed over to the doorway to peek in, and see if there was anything going on that would require her to make herself scarce for a few hours.
As she approached the doorway, the first thing she saw in the brightly-lit sitting room was Mikey's clothes neatly laid out on a plush armchair just inside the room. Her black denim jeans were draped neatly over its back. A white Hard Rock Cafe sweatshirt sat on the seat cushion, folded into a tidy square. On top of it was a baseball cap, upside down, with a pair of baby-blue bikini panties wadded up inside it. Her bra (size 34D, same as Zatanna's) lay draped over one of the arms. At the foot of the chair Mikey's sneakers sat side-by-side, with white socks stuffed into them.
Whatever Mikey was doing, she was doing it naked. And Zatanna didn't hear the shower running.
That should have been enough to convey to Zee that she needed to be elsewhere. But curiosity got the better of her. Sure, Mikey had a right to her privacy... but this was their suite, after all. Besides, it would serve her right for setting Zee up on such a bad date. And she would never even know. Zatanna could be the soul of discretion. Or stealth... whichever you wanted to call it. She was good at sneaking.
Zee edged up to the door and carefully peeked around it, ready for a naughty eyeful of Mikey and whatever lucky boy-toy she happened to be riding in the middle of the lushly carpeted room.
As she caught sight of what was going on in there, Zatanna gasped (quietly, she hoped), her eyes and mouth going wide.
Mikey was alone, and she was not nude... technically.
She was on the other side of the room, dancing slowly and languidly in place as she gazed out at downtown L.A. through the wall of floor-to-ceiling glass that made up the whole exterior wall of the room. And downtown L.A., Zee realized, was gazing back at her. When Zatanna stayed in a suite with fishbowl windows like these, she usually used a spell to make them opaque from the outside, for the sake of privacy. But nobody was supposed to be here this evening, and no spell was in effect. It was dark outside, and every light in the room was on.
Anybody in any of the overlooking high-rise buildings... and that included several other hotels and conference centers packed with people... would clearly be able to see in. Someone with binoculars would get a particularly clear view.
Such an onlooker would have been treated to the sight of a beautiful, athletic blonde in stiletto heels, fishnet stockings and a black top hat... and absolutely nothing else... dancing sensuously, right in front of those windows.
Zatanna's first though was "OMG! Mikey! What are you doing?" Which was silly, because it was quite obvious what she was doing.
Her second thought was, "Fishnets... top hat... people are gonna think it's me!"
Which was also silly, because Mikey looked nothing like her. Zatanna's naughty roadie had untied her usual ponytail, letting her lovely mane of wavy golden-blonde hair fall around her shoulders... quite a far cry from Zee's long, straight, glossy-black locks. Also, Mikey was three inches shorter than Zatanna, and built quite differently. Mikey's legs were shorter and more muscular, while her own were long and slender.
Zee wondered for a moment if Mikey had raided her wardrobe to come up with that abbreviated costume. But the fishnets she wore were thigh-highs with elastic tops. All of Zatanna's were pantyhose-style, which Mikey didn't like because they "rode up," as she had discovered on the bizarre occasion she had worn a magical facsimile of her boss's work clothes. And the girl certainly would know better than to mess with any of Zatanna's magical hats. This one was a mundane stage prop, or a vintage clothing shop find.
Zatanna's attraction to other women was her own business, and nobody else's. She'd never told anybody about it, and certainly had never made love to, or even kissed, a woman. The prospect of doing so made her blush and gave her butterflies. Her interest in her own gender consisted entirely of looking, fantasizing, and occasionally masturbating.
But she knew that if she ever did sleep with a woman, that woman would be Mikey.
Zatanna had come to that rather astonishing realization a few weeks ago, when an evil puppeteer had magically transformed her into a helpless, foot-tall wooden marionette. (Not even the weirdest thing that had befallen her this year.) Mikey had "sleazed her way in" (her words) to rescue Zee by dressing up like an extra from Jersey Shore, posing as a makeup artist and playing on the puppeteer's libido (long dormant, as he had himself spent the past several years as a puppet).
Mikey had expressed embarrassment at her chosen costume on that occasion (hot pink short-shorts, a candy-striped belly shirt, and cowgirl boots). "Only for you would I wedge myself into pink daisy dukes," she'd told Zee, which was a statement that could certainly be taken more than one way. Then Mikey had impulsively picked Zatanna's foot-tall wooden body up and hugged her. Zee had been glad to be made of wood at that point. If she'd had any external sexual characteristics, they would have proven very distracting at that moment.
It was at that point that Zatanna had realized how far their relationship had evolved in just a few months. Mikey had gone from being an occasionally annoying but very useful employee, to being a cute but kind of exasperating kid sister, to being a friend who would risk her own life to save Zee.
But even though their relationship seemed full of surprises, Zatanna was having a hard time getting over this one. Under normal circumstances, it was virtually impossible to get Mikey into any sort of girly outfit. She'd once even showed up for a formal awards dinner dressed like a truck driver, and Zee had had to magic her up a gown, makeup and a hairdo on the spot. This woman would show up to meet a Duke dressed like one of the Dukes of Hazzard.
Seeing her like this was like walking in on your high school gym coach in drag.
Mikey was doing this extraordinary thing in hopes of being watched, wasn't she? Well, Zatanna resolved to do just that.
"Annataz nrut rlbisivni," she whispered. Looking down to make sure she had indeed turned invisible, Zee ventured on tiptoe a few steps into the lighted room to get a better look at the object of her interest.
Mikey was a beautiful dancer. Zee had seen her dance out at clubs, but nothing this sensual and graceful. Her beautiful, naked body let the sexy strum of the bass and tinkle of the piano wash through her, taking her places that most women would keep behind closed doors. It was a far cry from the last time Zee had seen her in a bar, bopping happily to "Cotton Eyed Joe."
Zatanna felt the tangy taste of forbidden excitement rise in her throat as she decided what she was going to do. Being invisible, it took her a few seconds to find the buttons of her pants, which she undid. Careful not to make a rustling sound, she pushed her slacks down, followed by the sassy zebra-striped thong she'd worn tonight, in the thwarted hope that it might end up having an audience other than herself. She couldn't actually step out of those items, or they'd turn visible, so she let them remain where they were around her ankles. She knelt down with her knees apart, sat back on her heels, and reached down to play with herself. Silently, secretly devouring her beautiful friend with her eyes, Zee let her fingertips tease along the ragged edges of her aroused labia, and nuzzled the hood of her clit with the tip of her thumb.
At that moment Mikey let her dance spin her around to face into the room, giving Zee her first view of her stage manager's bare front.
Mmm, I knew she was a natural blonde, Zee thought dreamily. And look, there's another difference between us. Her nipples are melon-pink and pierced. Mine are chocolate brown and not. Nobody could ever mistake her for me. If they knew what my nipples looked like, at least. Which I don't think anyone does, anymore. Hmmmmm... A silly train of thought, but it did remind Zee to reach up under her sweater and pinch the nipples in question through her bra, which felt nice in tandem with her stroking down below.
Zatanna saw that Mikey was wearing the same heart-shaped sunglasses she'd worn as part of her "slut ensemble" during the puppet rescue. She may be a secret exhibitionist, but she didn't want to risk being recognized on the street later by anyone who might be watching her tonight... or seeing identifiable photos turn up on the Internet tomorrow.
Zee found this combination of naughtiness and modesty enormously arousing, as her genitalia were now enthusiastically confirming.
With gymnastic grace, Mikey spread her legs wide and bent forward until her hair swept against the carpet, giving her theoretical audience a magnificent view of her bare bottom and the slit of her vulva. From the reflection in the window, Zatanna could tell that Mikey was almost as aroused by what she was doing as she was.
Zee didn't know if Mikey's confirmed interest in boys was complemented by an unspoken interest in girls. She had, on three separate occasions, casually remarked on the beauty of magazine covergirls as they'd hurried past airport newsstands. As Zee recalled, the ladies in question had been Sandra Bullock, Jessica Alba, and that diva girl from Glee whose name she couldn't recall. ("She has such sexy lips," Mikey had remarked of the Glee girl. "I hope she uses them for something besides singing." Which had caused Zee to nearly choke on her power bar.)
So, she seemed to take a special notice of leggy brunettes. That was promising.
As if inspired by her invisible boss's current activities, Mikey turned back to the window and knelt down, knees apart. She licked her fingers, then reached down and started to masturbate.
Zatanna took a deep, silent breath and slowed down the pace of her own stroking. It would be nice to come with Mikey, if she could. Still... she didn't want to wait all night.
"Elkcit s'yekim sirotilc," she whispered.
Mikey gave a sharp gasp and a loud groan -- the first sounds Zatanna had heard her make all evening -- and threw her head back, clenching her teeth and wincing at the ceiling as her pleasure suddenly doubled. Zee had to be careful not to do anything Mikey couldn't attribute to her own touch, or she might get suspicious.
Mikey pulled her hand away from her suddenly overloaded clit, and began fondling her breasts instead. Zee agreed that it was time for a momentary break. She allowed herself another long, deep sigh, then closed her eyes and ran her hands up and down the silky-soft skin of her invisible thighs, alternately imagining that it was Mikey touching her this way, and that it was she who was caressing Mikey.
When she opened her eyes again she saw that the star of the show was back on her feet. She was standing right up against the glass of the window, her breasts squashed up against it, looking out at the 30-story drop and letting the giddy sense of vertigo and danger add to the tingling in her body. Her right hand was between her legs, and Zee could hear her rhythmically huffing and puffing as she rubbed herself faster and faster.
Zatanna matched her tempo.
Mikey's increasingly loud and urgent barrage of moans and groans soon told Zee that she was about to cross the finish line.
"Elkcit s'yekim tops-G," she whispered, and thrust her own middle finger deep inside herself.
Mikey make a noise that sounded something like "Hng!" and then Zee heard a sound like the first splash of a spring rainstorm against a windowpane, as the blonde woman ejaculated all over the glass in front of her.
Mikey's legs wobbled underneath her, and she sank slowly to her knees. She let out a long series of hysterical, shivering sobs, and her fingernails screeched against the windowpane as she slid down.
That was too much for Zatanna, and the orgasm she'd been holding at bay finally overpowered her and carried her off. Her last rational thought, as her blood pounded in her ears, was gratitude that Mikey's own climax was so loud, that she wouldn't hear the telltale little screech of ecstasy Zee had failed to fully swallow at the moment of first impact. Then, for a little while, her world became nothing but tunnel vision, gritting teeth, and flash after flash of silent brain-lightning.
Some unidentifible amount of time later, Zee roused herself from her dreamy bliss, uncurled from her fetal position, and looked around. Mikey was lying flat on her back over by the window, one fishnetted leg straight and the other arched. Her top hat had fallen off and rolled a few feet away from her. Her right arm was thrown over her face, her whole body glistened with sweat, and she looked utterly exhausted. Zatanna was having a little trouble focusing, too.
Zee licked her own sweet honey off her fingers. I wonder if she tastes like this too, she mused. Then she decided to allow herself just one little risk.
"Ssik yekim no eht spil," she whispered. She smiled as Mikey gave a little start at the phantom kiss, lifting her head and glancing around blearily before letting it sink back down and resuming her sleepy reverie.
Zatanna considered what to do next. She wondered what would happen if she teleported to the hallway outside, then made a big show of barging in and catching Mikey like this. But no... that was far more likely to result in tears of humiliation than anything else. Mikey's death-by-embarrassment at being caught by her in a Zatanna fetish costume would have put a bullet right through their friendship and professional relationship, to say nothing of any hope of romance. No, this would be their little secret... their separate little secrets.
"Tropelet ot eht foor," she whispered, and found herself on the roof of the building, just a few feet above the penthouse she'd just left. She gasped and giggled at the sudden rush of cool February air against her bare legs and bottom and her still-wet pussy.
Zee pulled up her panties and her slacks, made herself visible, and walked over to the railing to enjoy the cool breeze against her face. Her body still tingled, and she purred softly with satisfaction. It was a nice night for flying.
She climbed up on the railing. "Rewop fo thgilf," she said, then spread her arms, dove gracefully off, and took flight.
She made a quick pass near the outside windows of her and Mikey's suite, and noticed that the lights had already been turned out. When she came home in a little while, she knew Mikey would be in her bed, in her pajamas, sleeping it off, and looking like a perfect angel of innocence. Hopefully she'd remembered to clean up the girl-sauce she'd decorated the windows with. Zee decided she'd let Mikey sleep as late as she wanted tomorrow, as a reward for being such a bad girl tonight.
Zatanna soared off into the night, feeling relaxed and wonderful as the chilly air gently, slowly cooled the fires of her afterglow.
It occurred to her that she was in love with Mikey.
Mikey had every quality that Zee was attracted to: she was kind and caring, brave and loyal, sweet and funny, smart, talented, and down-to-earth. She was achingly, effortlessly beautiful without any hint of vanity or phoniness, and, as tonight's events proved, she had an excitingly naughty side as well.
Mikey was the kind of woman the luckiest person might have as a girlfriend, and the very luckiest might have as a wife.
Zee smiled to herself and admitted that second goal might be getting a little ahead of herself... for now. But she was going to get started on working toward the first.
The next time she saw Mikey bare and sweaty, the next time she watched the girl writhe and kick and squirm as her last nerve burned with passion-fire, she would do it the right way. And for the right reasons.
"Tnuoc no ti," Zatanna assured the world as she soared above it.