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[leaguer]

SARA LANCE. CALL. TEXT. VOICEMAIL.

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[coldlenny]

[He pushes up, grinning like an asshole, as she laughs. His hands move up her sides again, and cup the undersides of her breasts, making circles with his thumbs]

What?

[leaguer]

( there's a halfhearted little groan at the brush of his thumbs, because it feels so good but she's still trying to decide whether or not she'll ever be able to take him seriously ever again. )

That's the cheesiest shit anyone's ever said to me, and I've heard some cheesy shit.

[coldlenny]

Did you expect any less from me? [Really, this is Leonard Snart, Robber of ATMs we're talking about. He bends to nibble at her earlobe again, determined to distract her from the way he'd totally ruined the mood] If you don't want humour, you can always go see if Rip's interested. If he were here.

[leaguer]

Ha ha, very funny. ( said with an exaggerated mock pout, eyes fluttering shut as his teeth tug at her earlobe, fingertips running through his hair down to his neck. he does have a point, though — maybe she should expect this level of absurdity from him. )

Our Captain isn't quite what I'm looking for.

( a beat. )

Neither is his dick.

( humor? sure, humor. she's trying. )

[coldlenny]

[He snickers. No, she'd rather have this Captain, but maybe he'll just leave that unsaid and not get too corny so soon after the last one. He hums with pleasure instead and rewards her with a kiss]

Good, because I'm not sure I could take it if you preferred him over me.

[leaguer]

Oh, yeah? I dunno if I took you for the jealous type, Leonard.

( it's said with a wry smile, still teasing, as she tips her head up for a short peck on the lips before she drops her head back against the pillow again, fingers grazing idly against the back of his neck. )

[coldlenny]

I'm told I can be possessive - but I'm not jealous. Still, Rip is such a fucking tool. [He laughs and bends to latch onto a nipple, flicking it with his tongue and stimulating it

[leaguer]

You don't — oh, shit, ( she moans under her breath; whoa, yep, len's mouth sure is distracting — ) You don't even know the half of it.

( it's not something that she wants to discuss, let alone even think about — but luckily for her, she's got a pretty great distraction between her thighs who seems intent on doing just that. )

[coldlenny]

[He grins around the nipple in his mouth and suckles a little harder, then sooths with his tongue again. He didn't much want to talk about Rip, anyway, since there were so much more delightful things to do.

His hands roam again, fingers sliding between her thighs to tease at her folds and rub over her clit]

[leaguer]

( there's a little spasm of pleasure that runs through her when he touches her at long last, bent knees parting to open herself up to him further. god, his fucking tongue; his mouth making her eyes flutter shut and her back arch just the slightest bit, chest rising to meet his mouth. )

Didn't know your mouth was good at more than just talking all the time, ( sara teases in a voice that's a little less calm than she'd like it to be, like they haven't been regularly kissing and then some as of late. )

[coldlenny]

[He lifts his head and smirks wickedly at her]

You know when I set out to be good at something, I apply myself.

[And he begins to work his way downwards, settling his shoulders between her thighs to bury his face in her clit]

[leaguer]

( sara can't argue with that logic. not when, before she knows it, that beautiful mouth of his is working at her clit, head buried between her thighs, making a whimpering moan slip past the lower lip that she'd tried in vain to bite. ) That's so good, Len — ( an idle hand wanders back up her own torso, thumb rolling over a nipple that's hard, still tingling. )

[coldlenny]

[The noises she's making are entrancing. Though he had said he was going to 'give her his dick' he is intending to just keep on doing what he's doing right now. He applies himself with abandon to pleasuring her with his mouth, and slides a hand down into his own pants, undoing the fly and then beginning to stroke his own erection lazily]

[leaguer]

( there's a subtle shifting of her hips against his mouth as his tongue laps at her clit, unable to keep still between that and the similarly lazy way her fingers rub against her nipples. sara hears the unzipping of his jeans and lays her head to the side, peering through heavily lidded eyes at the rhythmic movement of his hand wrapped around his cock. it's kind of an intoxicating sight that she can't seem to bring herself to look away from, even while he's got her moaning like he is right now. )

[coldlenny]

[He glances up and meets that lazy gaze, eager to see the look on her face as well. His own expression somehow still looks incredibly pleased and smug, even buried as it may be between her thighs.

His hand speeds up as he pleasures himself, and he gives a soft, encouraging groan]

[leaguer]

( she moans needily, fingertips running against his scalp to keep him right where he's at, unable to stop the grind of her hips against his mouth. ) C'mon — ( comes her breathy command, before she's urging, ) Fuck me, Leonard.

( she'd tell him to hurry up and "give her his dick" as promised already, but, well. )

[coldlenny]

[Oh, well, if she wanted it so badly. He grinned and lifted up, surging forward to kiss her sloppily, and pressing her legs deeply apart with his body]

Your wish is my command. [And he penetrates her slowly, giving a soft, low moan]

[leaguer]

( she gets impatient in situations like these, but it gets her where she wants to be so she can't complain.

sara moans against his lips as he kisses her, returning it with equally messy fervor. len grinds his hips against hers, cock buried deep inside of her, her legs wrapping around his waist as toes curl from the pleasure that washes over her like adrenaline. ) That's it —

[coldlenny]

[He's as close to coming as she is, thanks to his own right hand, and he begins to thrust hard into her, driving into her body with a passion. And he whispers against her lips, starting to talk like he had once before, in a deep, breathless voice.]

You feel...amazing.

[leaguer]

( she meant it when she'd said — well, implied — that they should've started hooking up a long time ago; maybe the waverider would've been worlds better if she'd just snuck into his quarters one night. they've wasted so much time already, but maybe time will be kind to them just this once. they go well together, the crook and the assassin.

he thrusts hard into her, makes her moan through her panting breaths, both of her hands sliding against his shirt until they can settle at his lower back, urge him on with nails that dig against the fabric of his clothes. ) I'm already so close, Len — yes...

[coldlenny]

[Len wouldn't have turned her down if she had snuck into his room, but it's possible the connection they share now - tenuous and confusing as it is to him - would never have developed if they'd started hooking up solely out of physical attraction.

He groans as her body begins to clench around him, and tucks his head against her neck, breathing hot and fast against her skin as he also begins to clench in climax.]

Yes...

[leaguer]

Len — yes — yes — ( and she's left gasping suddenly, fingers curling tightly into his shirt as though it may offer her some stability, her thighs tightening around his waist as she feels him coming inside of her. waves upon waves of pleasure roll through her body as she reaches her own climax, chest rising and falling rapidly as she pants, lips just barely brushing against the top of len's head. she lets a hand fall lazily back against the bed, the other very slowly, mindlessly, grazing against his back as she begins to come down from all of it.

breathlessly, pressing a kiss, featherlight, against his forehead, ) Holy shit.

[coldlenny]

[He groans softly and settles on top of her, his fingers gentle on her skin and his lips pressing soft kisses to her throat]

You're beautiful.

[He pushes up, rolling off of her and lying on his back next to her with a contented sigh. He gazes up at the ceiling for a few moments, considering his next move]

You...want to stick around?

[leaguer]

( the compliment earns him a low hum of approval from her throat, her face feeling flushed maybe from the kisses to her neck, or the way he speaks to her, low and warm, or maybe just from the exertion of everything. there's a soft sigh when he rolls off of her and she'll take a few moments of her own to peer up at the ceiling, stretch her body out from her toes all the way to her arms extended over her head.

the question is definitely a good one; sara rolls onto her side to face him, gazing a little too fondly at him as she tries to read his expression from where she's at. )

Only if you're not sick of me yet.

( or, translated into normal human terms — aka someone who isn't them — "i'd love to." )

[coldlenny]

Not yet. [He smiles and gives her a kiss, then rolls off the bed and rises. The room has been lit by a bedside lamp all this time and there are blackout curtains on the windows. When he switches the lamp off, the room is plunged into a very deep darkness.

He begins to undress in the dark]