( sara doesn't respond verbally, but that's only because her answer is evident in the way she kisses him in return, parts her lips for him and lets her fingers curl around the back of his neck to keep him close, keep him kissing her.
suddenly, she's very glad that she'd make the rash decision to go to his apartment right then and there, said screw it to the late hour and to the idea that maybe she should wait until tomorrow. this is nice — really nice — and sara's coming to realize just how much she likes having him on top of her, even likes having his knee between her thighs on the bed, even if it's not quite close enough to touch. )
[Len is very glad he gave her such a great gift. He's pleased by her response, and it's definitely an ego boost. Apparently he was good at this.
He kisses her eagerly, purring against her lips as his hands run greedily over her nude body. His knee slides higher, pressing his thigh against the join of her legs.]
( there's a small moan against his lips as his thigh presses between her legs, her legs parting just a bit wider for him in return. he really is good at this, sara thinks as she kisses him, fingers of her free hand ghosting through his short hair as though it might offer more stability for her; his hands run all over her body, leave her occasionally squirming needily depending on where he touches — her breasts, her collarbone, down along the carved v of her hip bones.
she murmurs against the corner of his mouth, short and to the point, ) What's on your mind, Leonard?
[He grins against her lips and pulls back, hands coming to rest at her hips. His grin turns wicked, eyes bright with mischief] I want to give you something else, now.
I'd say you're doing a pretty good job so far, ( she replies as her head lays back to hit the pillow, trying to sound all nonchalant despite the bubbly, almost lightheaded feeling that kissing him, him touching her, gives to her. ) But go on, I'm listening.
( god, for someone so allegedly cold, len can be so hot, stripping her naked and teeth grazing against her earlobe and whispering in that low, sexy voice of his and then —
and then. )
You're talking about your dick.
( deadpanned. straight-faced. dead-eyed. and then ...
laughter. if there was any doubt in her mind before, she's fairly confident that leonard snart is the textbook definition of the worst. )
[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]
( 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.
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.
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. )
[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.
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. )
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 —
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suddenly, she's very glad that she'd make the rash decision to go to his apartment right then and there, said screw it to the late hour and to the idea that maybe she should wait until tomorrow. this is nice — really nice — and sara's coming to realize just how much she likes having him on top of her, even likes having his knee between her thighs on the bed, even if it's not quite close enough to touch. )
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He kisses her eagerly, purring against her lips as his hands run greedily over her nude body. His knee slides higher, pressing his thigh against the join of her legs.]
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she murmurs against the corner of his mouth, short and to the point, ) What's on your mind, Leonard?
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I'm talking about my dick.
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and then. )
You're talking about your dick.
( deadpanned. straight-faced. dead-eyed. and then ...
laughter. if there was any doubt in her mind before, she's fairly confident that leonard snart is the textbook definition of the worst. )
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What?
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That's the cheesiest shit anyone's ever said to me, and I've heard some cheesy shit.
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Our Captain isn't quite what I'm looking for.
( a beat. )
Neither is his dick.
( humor? sure, humor. she's trying. )
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Good, because I'm not sure I could take it if you preferred him over me.
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( 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. )
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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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