Young Justice: Gotham
September 30th, 2010
“Oh wow, it looks wonderful! Even better than how I imagined,” Zatanna said softly, looking around the mostly finished dining room. There was a small, wistful smile on her face. Not perfect by any means, but better than tears or a frown. “Though, it's a bit big for just the two of us.”
I stepped up behind her and lightly wrapped an arm around her waist, my palm resting lightly on the soft, warm skin of her exposed belly. “It won’t be just the two of us for long, though. Nor even just the three of us, I hope.”
Zatanna lay her hand on top of mine and leaned back against me, her long, nimble fingers intertwining with my own. We stood in silence for more than a minute, my thumb idly rubbing small circles just above her belly button. Zatanna’s eyes slowly panned across the room, taking in the freshly papered walls, the polished wooden floor, the floating orbs of pale light hovering by the ceiling, and the rather out-of-place small table and non-matching chairs sitting in the middle of the room.
“I think we’re going to need a different table, then,” she deadpanned. “That one doesn’t really fit the whole…” she waved her hand vaguely around the room, “vibe you have going on.”
I sighed heavily, poking her cheek with my free hand. “Shush. I’m waiting till I can find something that really speaks to me, you know? It's not exactly the sort of furniture you can just buy at any old store. Most people aren’t interested in tables quite this big.”
Zatanna looked around the room again. “You’re going to need a really big table.”
“Not that big. I still need to put in some cabinets, decorate a little, all that stuff. Plus the fireplace is going to need some free space around it and there should be enough room for people to walk around the room even if all the seats are occupied. I’m thinking…probably room for about forty people. Maybe fifty if we really squeeze the seats together.”
Zatanna turned her head to stare at me. “Hydrys, fifty people is a lot of people. Hell, forty people is already a lot of people.”
“Uh, I guess? I mean the dining room table back home was bigger, and the house tables at Hogwarts sit up to two hundred. There’s a neat enchantment that makes the table shrink or grow to accommodate however many people you need to seat, but it works best if you apply it when the table is already at its maximum size.”
Zatanna hummed thoughtfully. “I guess that makes sense. Better than just the two of us eating at such a big table.”
“If it's just us, we can always eat downstairs or in the kitchen. This is just…future proofing, I guess. Better to have the space and not need it rather than need the space and not have it. And when we’re not using it for that, we can just shrink all the tables and chairs down and we’ve got plenty of room to dance or for the little ones to run around.”
In lieu of an answer, Zatanna turned around and hugged me, nuzzling her cheek against my shoulder, her hot breath tickling my neck. “Plenty of room for all sorts of fun things,” she whispered softly. Her hand trailed down to my pants and softly rubbed the bulge of my manhood through the fabric covering it. “You’re right. It's important to look ahead. Someday…this house is going to be full of people. Family. Our family. And you’ve been working so hard to make it possible while I’m stuck at school. That really means a lot.”
Zatanna fell silent, her fingers continuing to caress my slowly harding shaft through my suddenly rather tight-fitting pants. Well, two could play at that game. Zatanna had changed out of her school uniform and into one of the half-dozen casual outfits we’d purchased for her on Wednesday. This one consisted of a floral-print crop top that left a sliver of her belly and her shoulders bare, and a matching skirt that extended only a scant few inches down her thigh.
I kept one hand on Zatanna’s back, but the other slipped down to lightly massage her butt through her skirt. She let out a hum of enjoyment and, feeling emboldened, I slowly trailed my hand down to the bare skin of her thighs and then followed the curve of her leg all the way back up.
Zatanna squeaked softly as I dug my fingers into her plush derriere. She was wearing panties––I could feel the band around her hips, but they were of the sort that left her rear almost entirely bare and open to my assault.
I paused, but after a moment Zatanna relaxed again and I renewed my gentle kneading, enjoying the small noises that slipped from between her lips and the faint twitching of her fingers and toes.
Zatanna took a deep breath. “I know this probably isn’t what you were expecting or planning for, but I’m glad it was you and not someone else. You’re always so…composed and prepared. I don’t really know any other guys our age, but I doubt many of them would have taken things as well as you have. I still barely know what’s going on, but you’re so on top of everything. And I’m just…still staggering around trying to figure out what’s happening.”
“You’ll get there,” I told her confidently. “I’ll take care of things for as long as I need to. A lot has happened in the last couple of days. It's perfectly understandable that you need some time to wrap your head around it all.”
“I hope so.” She sniffed softly. “You’re going to be an amazing dad.”
I really hoped so. I really did. “And you a wonderful mother.”
She looked up at me, her eyes shining slightly. “Do you really think so?”
“I know so.” And if she wasn’t, well. That was what nannies were for. The multiverse was a big place. The biggest place, near as I could tell. There was undoubtedly an endless number of masterful nannies and caretakers out there, free for the taking. My children would be raised with the best love and affection I could find.
Zatanna’s fingers found the fly of my pants and began to toy with the zipper, slowly dragging it down. She slipped two fingers through the newly created gap and brushed them against my underwear, my shaft twitching slightly at the feather-light touch. “Well, I guess there’s at least one benefit for––” her voice caught in her throat and she swallowed heavily. “...you know,” she finished weakly.
I did know. “He’ll come around.”
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“You don’t know that. He’s…dad can be really stubborn, sometimes. Even when it hurts him.”
“Perhaps. But I would like my children to grow up knowing at least one of their grandparents, and he’s the only one we have available right now. We’ll work on him. Together.”
“Together,” Zatanna echoed. She undid the button that was the last thing holding my pants in place and wiggled out of my grasp to drop down onto her knees. A gentle tugging pulled them down past my hips and Zatanna smiled impishly up at me as her fingers danced around the waistband of my underclothes. That wasn’t quite what I had been planning when I’d brought Zatanna to the newly finished dining room, but if she was going to initiate, I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
At that moment, the door slid open and, for the second time this afternoon, Blake shoved her head into the room. “I have your din––” she trailed off, her eyes widening as she stared at Zatanna and I. Her pale cheeks flushed bright red and there was a soft thump as the paper bag she was holding slipped between her fingers and dropped onto the floor.
“––ner,” she finished after a beat. Her eyes flicked between the two of us, but her attention was clearly focused on something other than my face. “I’mjustgonnagonowbye!” she blurted out, her words jumbling up into a single, breathless stream. Her head jerked back out of the room and the sliding doors rattled as she slammed them shut behind her.
Zatanna leaned back, her butt propped up on her heels and a sly smile on her lips. “Just look at her. I told you she’d be easy. I saw some of the books she tried to hide in the library.” Zatanna winked. “The girl has good taste.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. The concept still made me slightly uncomfortable, but if Zatanna was fine with it, it was fine, right? Especially if she actually wanted it, if it was something that would make her happy. I wasn’t necessarily opposed to the idea, just worried about the potential implications of it all.
“Fine,” I said after a moment. “But it's your job to convince her. I’ll go along with whatever plan you come up with.”
Zatanna blinked. “Really?” She quickly shook her head. “Oh, this is going to be great!” She leapt to her feet and hugged me tightly, our lips meeting in a short but fiery kiss, a spark of the passion that had been absent the last two days shining in her eyes once more.
Her eyes turned to the bag of food that Blake had brought with her, then swiftly panned around the room again. “Let’s eat, and then we can go up to your room. You should bring some rugs down here or something. For next time.”
“Our room,” I corrected gently, “but that sounds like a great idea to me.”
“Our room,” Zatnna agreed. And I was pretty sure she liked the sound of it. There was still tension in her shoulders and back, and her smile was not as wide and joyful as I was used to, but it was getting there. Step one of ‘cheer Zatanna up’ was a resounding success.
Dinner didn’t last long. Glynda had ordered food from a nearby restaurant and it was fine, but nothing special. Barely five minutes into the meal, I felt Zatanna’s bare foot start to trail up my leg until she could poke me in the crotch. I gave her a deadpan stare, caught her foot with my hand, and continued to speak as though nothing had happened. My thumb tickled the sole of her foot, making her fidget and wriggle until she finally freed herself from my grasp, only to try again a moment later with the other foot.
By the time that foot reached its destination, we were both mostly done eating––tea had been lovely, but that had been hours ago and casting as much magic as I had made me work up an appetite––and I decided that I’d endured enough teasing.
Keeping a firm grip on her ankle with my left hand, I hid my right hand beneath the table and let my wand fall into my hands. Then I smiled at Zatanna. She must have seen something in my face because her eyes widened and she tried to pull her foot back, but it was far too late.
I cast two spells in rapid succession. A feather-light charm on Zatanna and a cushioning charm on the floor, chairs, and table. Then I pushed my chair back and stood up, pulling the suddenly neigh-weightless Zatanna after me
Zatanna yelped. “Hydrys!” she cried out as she slid out of her chair and flew through the air under the table. I raised my arm up into the air, leaving Zatanna dangling by one foot, her hair pooling on the floor beneath her and her skirt falling down to reveal her translucent, slightly-damp white thong.
“What was that, dear?” I asked,
She playfully smacked at my legs. “Hydrys,” she whined, “put me down!”
“Hmmmmm. You know, I don’t think I will.” I lightly ran the tip of my wand down the cleft of her womanhood, stopping just a fraction of an inch before I reached her most sensitive spot. Zatanna’s bare toes clenched tightly and she let out a wordless whimper. “Someone has been acting very naughty this evening. And an expecting mother, no less. What sort of an example are you setting…” I tutted softly like one of my elderly grandmothers and aunts when I made a mistake during etiquette training.
I was worried that I was putting it on a bit too thick, but Zatanna gleefully pounced on it anyway. “Oh, I’ve been very, very naughty.” She fluttered her eyelashes, though the effect was slightly ruined by the angle. “I need to be punished by a big, strong wizard with his long, hard wand.”
I couldn’t quite suppress a snort of amusement and Zatanna giggled. “Well, what sort of strong, responsible wizard would I be if I didn’t know how to properly discipline a young, sexy temptress of a witch like you?” I lightly smacked my wand against her pussy, a thin layer of aura ensuring that I did not get anything on the polished length of wood.
Zatanna wiggled and moaned. “Oh yes, I need to be disciplined. My mouth needs to be disciplined, my breasts need to be disciplined, my pussy needs to be disciplined, my ass needs to be disciplined, my––”
Whatever else she intended to list would remain a mystery however. I twirled Zatanna around, her hair and skirt fluttering through the air, then slung her over my shoulder like a bag of potatoes, two hands on her butt holding her firmly in place. I twisted on my heel, and vanished, reappearing a moment later in my room. While Zataanna was still slightly disoriented from the apparition, I tossed her bodily onto my bed and then followed after her, rapidly shedding clothing along the way.
Zatanna wasn’t willing to wait for me. By the time I made it to my bed, her skirt was bunched up around her waist, her crop top was lying somewhere on the opposite side of the room, and she was rubbing her slit through her now completely transparent thong, her other hand mauling her left breast.
I lightly rapped her knuckles with my wand. “Naughty, naughty,” I sang, “you got me all worked up and now you won’t even take responsibility for your actions? I see I’ve got a lot of work in front of me to turn you into a proper, respectable young woman.”
Zatanna’s hand froze and, with a soft whine, she reluctantly pulled it away, leaving it hovering a few inches above her soaked womanhood. I shook my head and grabbed one wrist, then the other, and pulled them both up above her head, pinning them in place against the bed. Then I kissed her, my tongue hungrily exploring her mouth as she arched her back to press her bare breasts against my chest.
“Oh god, fuck me Hydrys, I need you so badly right now,” Zatanna exclaimed the moment I broke our kiss.
I clicked my tongue and shook my head slowly. “Naughty, naughty, thinking only about yourself. You said it yourself, you’ve been a bad girl and you need to be punished.”
I waited for a moment and then, when Zatanna made no move to protest, maneuvered her until her mouth was just a scant few inches away from my fully erect shaft, her wrists still clasped firmly in my left hand. “If you do a good job, maybe you can earn a reward,” I said softly, “Good witches get nice, big, hard rewards.”
Zatanna needed no more prompting. She really was a good witch. A great witch, even. The very best. By the time we both finally fell asleep, Zatanna cradled against my chest and my spent shaft still buried inside her, there was a big, genuine smile on my future wife’s face. And that was worth every single deeply embarrassing moment that I’d spent doing ‘research’ on the internet while she’d been at school.