( if there's one thing that sara knows deep down to her very core, it's that len is anything but weak; it's one of the things that had made sara's head first turn when she'd hear him speak on the waverider at the beginning of their mission. as her fingers continue to do their fair share of exploring, she can't help but realize that the scars that she traces are what made leonard the man that he is today, the man that she —
... cares about so unbelievably much.
len pulls her closer and all she can do is put an arm around him and hold him tightly as though it may combat the warmth, the joy that seems to flood over her, her chest pressed against his, their legs all tangled together in a ridiculous mess. )
Babe, huh? ( she nuzzles her cheek against his lightly, a pleased little smile on her face that's kept to herself. ) I think I like the sound of that, coming from you.
[Len's a fan of the cold, but this sort of warmth isn't bad at all.
He doesn't really know what the feeling means, but he likes it. He wants to feel more, and it's become an imperative, somehow, that he make sure Sara keep on saying and doing the things that'll make him feel that way again.
Clearly he'll just have to do whatever he can to make her happy.
He grins softly and kisses her on the cheek]
You'd better. [He shifts, and rolls them, so he's flopped on top of her with his torso propped up on his elbows] You know what this means?
( sara's definitely felt like this before and it's scared the hell out of her each and every time, but the scariest part about it this time is how quickly it's blossomed inside of her. maybe it's because she's had to lose him already, had to understand what it feels like to be without him. there's something about it that makes her want to wrap her arms around him tightly and quite possibly never let him go.
her arms loop around his neck when he settles on top of her, tipping her head curiously. )
[He's never lost her, but he does remember that moment of ache when she kissed him and left, and he knew he was going to die and never get to see what it could have been.
He kisses her, a quick peck on the lips this time]
( sara could go on one of her whole "i belong to me" shpiels, but honestly? it feels nice to let her walls down for a little bit without shutting him down, because nothing quite beats feeling a certain way for someone and having them feel the same way in return. it's been a while — she's nearly forgotten that light and airy feeling in her chest that makes her feel like she could simply float away with contentment were he not laying on top of her.
that doesn't mean that she won't tease, though, hands sliding up to cup his cheeks, murmuring, ) Actually, I think you're mine now, ( before guiding his face closer to hers so she can kiss him again, sweet and warm. )
[He doesn't mean it the way it sounds, like that she's a possession with all the negative connotations. He means it in the way he thinks of it - that she's precious, important, and that he'd do anything to keep her in his life and happy to the best that he's capable of.
The "L" word isn't one he knows how to say, but this is as close as he can get.
So as she lobs the ball back into his court, he thinks about that for a moment, shifts to the side and settles onto the mattress, legs tangled with hers]
( the pit changed sara, that much is for sure. she'd lost a piece of herself — her soul — and even after it was returned to her, she was never quite the same. she had to push herself to do as little as kiss someone again, let alone be intimate with them. it's certainly taken its toll, and it's certainly not over just yet.
it's a relief to know that she's capable of feeling this way about someone again, that she's not too far gone, too messed up in her mind and in her heart.
she thinks she loves him.
but she can't quite say it, weary of whatever unforeseen consequences may come to pass if she does. so sara just holds him tightly, leaning in to capture his lips with hers in a long kiss that she doesn't want to end. )
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... cares about so unbelievably much.
len pulls her closer and all she can do is put an arm around him and hold him tightly as though it may combat the warmth, the joy that seems to flood over her, her chest pressed against his, their legs all tangled together in a ridiculous mess. )
Babe, huh? ( she nuzzles her cheek against his lightly, a pleased little smile on her face that's kept to herself. ) I think I like the sound of that, coming from you.
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He doesn't really know what the feeling means, but he likes it. He wants to feel more, and it's become an imperative, somehow, that he make sure Sara keep on saying and doing the things that'll make him feel that way again.
Clearly he'll just have to do whatever he can to make her happy.
He grins softly and kisses her on the cheek]
You'd better. [He shifts, and rolls them, so he's flopped on top of her with his torso propped up on his elbows] You know what this means?
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her arms loop around his neck when he settles on top of her, tipping her head curiously. )
Tell me.
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He kisses her, a quick peck on the lips this time]
You're mine, now.
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that doesn't mean that she won't tease, though, hands sliding up to cup his cheeks, murmuring, ) Actually, I think you're mine now, ( before guiding his face closer to hers so she can kiss him again, sweet and warm. )
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The "L" word isn't one he knows how to say, but this is as close as he can get.
So as she lobs the ball back into his court, he thinks about that for a moment, shifts to the side and settles onto the mattress, legs tangled with hers]
Yeah, I can work with that.
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it's a relief to know that she's capable of feeling this way about someone again, that she's not too far gone, too messed up in her mind and in her heart.
she thinks she loves him.
but she can't quite say it, weary of whatever unforeseen consequences may come to pass if she does. so sara just holds him tightly, leaning in to capture his lips with hers in a long kiss that she doesn't want to end. )