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
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. )
[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]
( 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. )
( 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. )
[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]
( 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. )
[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]
( 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. )
[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]
( 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 —
[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.]
( 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...
[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.]
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.
[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]
( 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." )
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.
( sara smiles in return once he kisses her and gets up, lets her gaze follow him across the room until it's plunged into darkness. in the meantime, she takes it upon herself to crawl beneath the blankets, pulling the sheets up over her chest.
this will be a new thing for them, one of them staying the night. the realization makes her smile to herself, feeling a little ridiculous for the excited, slightly anxious feeling that washes over her. she asks through the darkness, teasing as ever, ) This the part where we snuggle in the dark all night?
[This is definitely a new thing. He takes off his clothes and crawls into bed, considering how strange this was. He'd collapsed in a heap after fucking before, but this was different.
It feels good, though.
He settles next to her, stretching an arm across her]
( he settles in next to her, arm over her middle, and sara wriggles herself until she's even closer, until the tip of her nose could nearly brush against his in the darkness.
it's now that she realizes that — another first for the two of them — len's got his clothes off, too. she hasn't even stopped to think about why, attributing it to the heat of the moment, but even on the waverider, she hasn't seen him in anything but full gear.
very gingerly, she places a hand against his ribs, hand smoothing up and over his chest, up along his beck and over his jaw so she can close the distance between them, press a relatively chaste kiss to his lips through the darkness, whisper, ) Hey, you.
[Yes, this is nice. This is what he wanted. Sara might feel the scars under her fingers - from beer bottles, knives, drunken fists, most of them ancient and warped by age. She might see with her fingertips, rather than her eyes, what it is that she's signed up to be with, and he won't have to see the horror or pity on her face.
He doesn't think she'll balk, decide he's not attractive to her because of it, but he just didn't want to see that moment of realization. And if he's wrong, if she isn't interested in someone so damaged after all, then at least they can just go their separate ways without talking about it.
He closes his eyes as she presses close and kisses him] ...Hey yourself.
( sara can immediately identify just about every scar that her fingers trace against, over his ribcage, over his abdomen, unflinching and unfazed. glass leaves traces like knives do, except more jagged, no clean lines to them. knives are more precise in the lines that they leave — sara's got a few of those scars herself, ones left by swords, staffs, even, lining her abdomen, crisscrossing over her back. her hand grazes, wanders, wanting to learn them and know them.
she presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, nearly misses considering she can't quite see him, no matter how much she tries to squint; it makes her laugh softly, peck him on the lips again. )
[He tries not to get tense or anything when she brushes her fingers over the scars in what is clearly a deliberate, exploratory way. He's seen and touched her own scars, though to him her scars are entirely different from his. Her police officer dad probably didn't abuse her. The scars she's picked up were in battle, and she's the strongest woman he's ever known.
She should be proud of her scars. His are a reminder of weakness.
But she's laughing and kissing him, and something warm swells inside his chest. He draws a breath and ducks his head, pressing his cheek against hers and drawing her close against him]
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( 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. )
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His hands roam again, fingers sliding between her thighs to tease at her folds and rub over her clit]
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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. )
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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]
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His hand speeds up as he pleasures himself, and he gives a soft, encouraging groan]
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( she'd tell him to hurry up and "give her his dick" as promised already, but, well. )
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Your wish is my command. [And he penetrates her slowly, giving a soft, low moan]
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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 —
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You feel...amazing.
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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...
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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...
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breathlessly, pressing a kiss, featherlight, against his forehead, ) Holy shit.
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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?
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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." )
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He begins to undress in the dark]
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this will be a new thing for them, one of them staying the night. the realization makes her smile to herself, feeling a little ridiculous for the excited, slightly anxious feeling that washes over her. she asks through the darkness, teasing as ever, ) This the part where we snuggle in the dark all night?
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It feels good, though.
He settles next to her, stretching an arm across her]
I guess it is.
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it's now that she realizes that — another first for the two of them — len's got his clothes off, too. she hasn't even stopped to think about why, attributing it to the heat of the moment, but even on the waverider, she hasn't seen him in anything but full gear.
very gingerly, she places a hand against his ribs, hand smoothing up and over his chest, up along his beck and over his jaw so she can close the distance between them, press a relatively chaste kiss to his lips through the darkness, whisper, ) Hey, you.
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He doesn't think she'll balk, decide he's not attractive to her because of it, but he just didn't want to see that moment of realization. And if he's wrong, if she isn't interested in someone so damaged after all, then at least they can just go their separate ways without talking about it.
He closes his eyes as she presses close and kisses him] ...Hey yourself.
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she presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, nearly misses considering she can't quite see him, no matter how much she tries to squint; it makes her laugh softly, peck him on the lips again. )
Thanks for the early Christmas present.
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She should be proud of her scars. His are a reminder of weakness.
But she's laughing and kissing him, and something warm swells inside his chest. He draws a breath and ducks his head, pressing his cheek against hers and drawing her close against him]
My pleasure, babe.
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