Dear Gwen Stacy's representatives, Sara Lance is delighted to receive your invitation but has a few important questions first 1. This sounds like some very fancy shindig Is there a required dress code? 2. Is Gwen Stacy's schedule able to accommodate any undetermined changes? Sara Lance isn't sure if she'll be satisfied with only a few hours of face sitting Thanks. Sincerely, "Miss" Sara Lance
dear miss sara lance! 1) no dress code unless you count 'undressed' as a dress code 2) super flexible on the schedule i mean really i'll be around anytime i mean she will be yes she told me this sincerely! gwen stacy's reps
You're awfully cute, Gwen Stacy I'll see you tonight.
➝ ACTION because fuck it i do what i want;
( sara lance is good for her word; she's knocking at gwen's door just past nightfall. what she's not good for, apparently, is following directions, considering she arrives wearing — well, something, decidedly dressed. sara thinks gwen will enjoy it, though; it's her usual lace up boots, a black bustier bodysuit that makes her legs look approximately a million times longer than they are, covered up by an unzipped, oversized black leather jacket that doesn't even look like it belongs to her.
sure, sara doesn't usually go all out like this — she doesn't feel like she needs to, really — but linda park's sex shop gets a shitload of free samples of things and linda insisted that she keep it after seeing sara try it on. besides, leonard's all tied up with his drama, and sara's still reeling from the unintended weird feelings she gets every time she goes back to her world and comes back. it's about time she lets herself get her mind off of everything, let herself forget everything but a beautiful girl. )
[ Gwen's excited. she's trying not to be? she's trying to play it cool. like maybe it'd be okay by her if Sara ended up being busy and couldn't stop by tonight. she doesn't want to assume she can just text her at any time and she'd be available to hang out, okay. she assumes she's got a lot of shit to do. whatever really cool people do in their spare time. but when there's a knock at the door, she's up off the couch like she was spring loaded, a hand pushing back into her hair and ultimately making it a little messier than it was a second ago, but that's fine. she approaches the door with full intentions of pulling Sara into a big squeezing hug, because maybe that's not what bootycalls do but she's missed her, okay. she's comfortable with being cheesy.
she's wearing boxers and a tank top. fuck.
that fuck gets a ! tacked onto the end once she opens the door and actually gets to check her out for the first time in a while. ]
Jesus.
[ jee-SUS. she's been spending way too much time with Josh Faraday. well, not anymore. not recently. let's not think about that. also, that hug idea gets completely tossed out the window in favor of Gwen just reaching up with a hand to slide her fingers under the back of her collar, pulling her in for a kiss. and then stepping back to let Sara into her apartment, right. while still kissing her. because how the fuck can she not? she's holding on at the lapels of her jacket with both hands by the time she pulls back for a breath, grinning ]
( it's exactly the type of reaction that sara likes to pretend she doesn't absolutely revel in — the type of reaction when she leaves someone wide-eyed, open-mouthed, full out in awe — whether it's admiration of her skills in combat or something like this. what can she say? sometimes a girl likes to show off.
especially when it earns her a needy kiss like this, corners of her mouth curled up into a smile as gwen's lips capture hers, as gwen tugs her inside of her apartment. ) Hey.
You miss me or something? ( sara teases, even if she knows for sure that she's missed gwen. she laughs softly as she leans in to steal another quick kiss, already feeling a sort of heady excitement at the prospect of spending the night in spider-woman's bed. )