<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a6/6e/4f/a66e4f332d0b5a15bfe634ea373cfd19.jpg)</div>Zatanna smiled a playful and knowing smile as she approached the patch of wall Tempest was holding up. He had to l know that his tampering with the mystical mechanisms, sorcerous sigils and witchy weirdnesses she'd set up about the island to hide it from those who would do harm to those who now called it home was tantamount to ringing the doorbell. Not only had she been aware of his workings but the way in which he exerted his will open them spoke to a familiarity with her magics that only came from enacting eldritch rituals together and casting enchantments in tandem. Affecting her typical cheeky, winsome demeanor, she teased Tempest in a flirty friendly way, saying, "Sorry, sport, my face is up here." As she spoke she shrugged her shoulders and added a bit of bounce to her bosom to underscore where his gaze had been lingering.<br/>.<br/>Zatanna closed the distance between the two of them and gave Tempest a long, tight, warm hug. She sighed and went all weak in his arms as she relaxed for the first time in what felt like FOREVER. The weight of the world had very much been resting on her shoulders, and she was happy to have a friend to share it with. As she melted into him, all warm, womanly softnesses and feminine strength, she just breathed in and out, her hot breath playing over his throat as she sighed and said, "no...no I haven't... Not since the broadcast..." Her voice cracked as she made an allusion to their fallen friends, then she sobbed and clung to him more tightly as.her grief threatened to slip past her self control.<br/>.<br/>Zatanna's shoulders shook twice... then she was still again, looking up at him with tear stained eyes. "Sorry... I didn't mean to..." she said softly then nodded at the door of her room. "Shall we... We can sit down and catch up... " she asked gently of him then added, "unless you'd rather rest now and talk in the morning?"