Unconscious for her, perhaps. Keenly observed and savored by her audience. Zach's hands rise to meet her hips almost of their own accord. Seated on the bed, his head nestles just under her chin when she reaches him.
He draws in a breath, nuzzling her chest just where it starts to flare deliciously outward. "Now that you feel 'safer', I don't think you'll need to work so hard and hiding all your glory..." He grins like a fool, before looking up at her.
"We can't have the future Mrs Zatara going about looking like some oppressed housewife, after all."
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