Drabbletag - Magic
Title: Etal Tey Niaga
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Magic
Fandom: Young Justice
Pairing: Artemis/Zatanna
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Bondage, set between Seasons One and Two
Kissing Zatanna always tingles, like Artemis can taste the magic on her lips. She lets Zatanna steer her backwards across the room, and all that ninja training comes in real handy for not tripping over the clothes strewn across the floor.
They really don’t have time for this, but Artemis keeps forgetting to complain.
Artemis is only half-dressed, her dress on but not zipped, shoes waiting by the door. She’s managed to fix her hair, although she has a feeling if Zatanna has her way it’s going to end up a total wreck again in record time.
“We’re going to be late,” she mutters when Zatanna comes up for air, but Zatanna only grins, sending Artemis sprawling back against the bed with a gentle shove.
“Do you care?” she teases, and nope, Artemis doesn’t care in the slightest, but someone has to keep a level-head here, and apparently that responsibility has fallen squarely onto Artemis’ shoulders.
“It’s your party!” she points out, although she’s not doing much to squirm away as Zatanna straddles her hips, fishnets pulled distractingly tight across those gorgeous thighs. “To celebrate you being inducted into the Justice League and all.”
Zatanna grins, aura crackling with magic. “Sgnikcots dnib reh stsirw!” she commands, and Artemis’ hands are tugged up over her head, held secure against the headboard.
Zatanna’s palms press down against Artemis’ chest, cup her breasts, and she looks so damn proud of herself.
“So late,” Artemis sighs, but she’s already arching up into the touch.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Magic
Fandom: Young Justice
Pairing: Artemis/Zatanna
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Bondage, set between Seasons One and Two
Kissing Zatanna always tingles, like Artemis can taste the magic on her lips. She lets Zatanna steer her backwards across the room, and all that ninja training comes in real handy for not tripping over the clothes strewn across the floor.
They really don’t have time for this, but Artemis keeps forgetting to complain.
Artemis is only half-dressed, her dress on but not zipped, shoes waiting by the door. She’s managed to fix her hair, although she has a feeling if Zatanna has her way it’s going to end up a total wreck again in record time.
“We’re going to be late,” she mutters when Zatanna comes up for air, but Zatanna only grins, sending Artemis sprawling back against the bed with a gentle shove.
“Do you care?” she teases, and nope, Artemis doesn’t care in the slightest, but someone has to keep a level-head here, and apparently that responsibility has fallen squarely onto Artemis’ shoulders.
“It’s your party!” she points out, although she’s not doing much to squirm away as Zatanna straddles her hips, fishnets pulled distractingly tight across those gorgeous thighs. “To celebrate you being inducted into the Justice League and all.”
Zatanna grins, aura crackling with magic. “Sgnikcots dnib reh stsirw!” she commands, and Artemis’ hands are tugged up over her head, held secure against the headboard.
Zatanna’s palms press down against Artemis’ chest, cup her breasts, and she looks so damn proud of herself.
“So late,” Artemis sighs, but she’s already arching up into the touch.