Zari opened the door quietly, and closed it behind her, not turning on the light. She used the flashlight on her phone to find her way to the bed, the room still new enough to her to not have the steps memorized.

"Hey there," John mumbled, lifting his head from the pillow. "How's Ava?"

"She's finally asleep. It took a lot of convincing, and finally some sedatives," Zari sighed, sinking down onto the mattress. "She probably should have just smoked with Behrad and Nate, then she'd sleep til the afternoon at least. Whenever that actually is." She sighed as she looked at her phone, switching off the flashlight. It wasn't good for much else in the temporal zone.

"C'mere," he said, pulling her close.

She crinkled her nose at the stale smell of cigarettes and whisky on him, but knew he must be having a hard time with Sara's disappearance as well.

"How're you doing?" she asked, gently. She'd seen the ashen look on his face when his locator spell was unable to detect Sara Lance anywhere on Earth. While she considers Sara a friend, she knows John has a long history with her, and loves her just as Behrad, Nate and Mick do. She and Astra had shared a sympathetic look, witnessing the panic of their friends on the realization Sara was just gone.

"Better now," he said, burying his head into her hair.

"We'll find her," she promised. "We'll get her back."

"Does that mean you're sticking around, Luv?" he said, his voice revealing how much he wanted her to.

"For the time being, yeah. And you? Not heading back to that dreary house in 2020 England?"

"Pretty content where I am now," he smiled, kissing her neck softly. He felt her shiver, and his cock hardened, pressing into her thigh, the only material between them being her skirt. Did he always sleep naked? Or had he just been waiting for her?

She moved to bring her lips to his, kissing him with more feeling than she really ought to have. This was supposed to be a fun distraction before she returned to her real life. But despite their differences, the warlock with his rough, self-loathing, and arrogant bravado was beginning to grow on her in a way that was unexpected. She liked him. A lot. In no universe does she see this ending well, not in the least, but she can't help but want to see it through to the end, whatever glorious disaster will come.

They continued to kiss, their need for one another growing more frantic. John needed her comfort, she could tell the way he gripped her close to him, as though she might disappear too. She broke away finally to discard her shirt while he fumbled with the zipper on her skirt. He mumbled in a foreign tongue until the zipper relented; she was unsure whether he was cursing or casting a spell.

His hands roughly pushed down her skirt and panties, as he situated her above him.

"Zari, I need you," he said, his hands in her hair as he kissed her again. His voice was raw with emotion that made her heart ache.

She sank down onto him. He moaned at the sensation as she moved on top of him, his cock inside of her, begging for release. He grabbed her by the thighs to guide her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"John, please," she whimpered, her hands tugging on his blonde locks.

"That's it, Luv, right there," he moaned, as they found just the right rhythm.

Neither lasted long. With their exhaustion after the emotional turmoil of the evening, they soon collapsed into one another's arms. She hadn't even taken off her bra, she realized, as she fumbled with the hooks and discarded it.

"I'm glad you're here," John said, pulling her under the covers with him.

She kissed him again softly. "I am too."