Yeah, I'm not sure my friend thought that one through. She said something about wanting to make sure I didn't suggest anything ridiculous and there she goes handing me something with a plunging neckline. Who knew someone who dresses like a kindergarten teacher would pick something so scandalous.
[what's this about not wanting to know, sara? oops. sorry. have some more confirmation that mick's shopping for a bathing suit with none other than supergirl] You're a smart cookie and I'm gonna guess that it is who you think it is. She's blonde. Looks good in red leather skirts. I think it's leather anyhow. I won't say her name.
Shame. Not that I don't like the white suit, but pretty sure I'd like you better in black. Like a warning sign. Danger. Badass ahead.
someday when we have free time between defeating the time pigs and fighting off aliens, right?
[because they're just swimming in the abundance of free time they've got. jfc when's he gonna get a real vacation. oh right that's basically what this is.]
that your final answer? cause i'm getting funny looks like they think i'm not gonna actually pay for anything i've picked up.
Right. And yes Probably better that they think that than think you're buying it for yourself
( enjoy this pseudo-vacation while you can, mick rory. this is as close to aruba as your ass is gonna get if things keep going the way that they are back in their world. )
Yeah. It's not exactly my color... or style. But that reminds me. Been so busy picking something for you that I forgot I'll need something too.
Don't wanna know what kind of shit you'd give me if I showed up in jeans and boots.
[don't remind him of the real world, sara lance. he knows damn well that the minute they go back to the waverider that shit's probably going to hit the fan. world's never gonna cut them slack.]
I'd kick your ass if you made me prance around half naked and you showed up like that I'm glad you recognize that.
( sara knows for a fact that shit's going to go down once they go back. probably why she's saying screw it and allowing herself to indulge in this opportunity to let off a little bit of steam. pre-tty hard to do this kind of de-stressing on the waverider sometimes. )
Lucky for me you won't have to. Found my outfit and just paid for yours.
Hope you're up for sun, sand, and sipping fruity drinks.
[it's not quite jeans and work boots, but he's pretty sure that she's probably going to give him shit for his choice in attire. still, it's appropriate if not a little ridiculous. at least they won't be going to the beach with anyone they know.]
I'd drown myself before I wore a Speedo. Who the fuck do you think I am?
[of course it's foreplay. maybe not for the picket fence yearning crowd, but for them? definitely so. but what's more important than text-based foreplay? actual foreplay. which should be happening shortly if all goes well.]
Just finishing lunch and then I'll be on my way over.
Better not keep me waiting too long It'd be a pretty bad look for an apparent personal shopper
( but either way, her ass is probably just going to be sitting on her kitchen counter and nursing a beer to pregame while she waits for mr. endless appetite to figure his shit out. it feels right, though, considering who she's waiting on. )
Gonna have to make you wait at least half an hour before we swim anyway... [for once he's not the only one to blame for how long it takes to finish lunch. kara danvers has an appetite that rivals his, making lunch a rather lengthy affair. eventually, however, makes his way toward her place, detouring long enough to change into his beach attire beforehand.
a couple loud taps on the door followed by a loud 'special delivery.' are how he opts to greet her. at least he's being direct, right?]
only it's not really as bad as sara's gut reaction makes her think when she flings her door open, but once her eyes acclimate to the sight of the neon flowers adorning the partially open black button down, it's honestly kind of ... good. maybe it's the unexpected nature of mick's appearance, or maybe it's just his appearance here at her door at long last.
she locks eyes with him as she finishes her beer off with a upwards tilt of her chin, greets him with a lowkey, ) Hi.
( right. maybe she should step aside to let him in so they can get this damn show on the road already. )
Hey. [the reply is as casual as ever, almost as if they haven't been spending the last couple of hours egging each other on and alluding to what he hopes is an explosive conclusion to the day. mick steps inside, cracks something that approximates a smile, and dangles a tiny black shopping bag in front of her face.]
Thought about just giving you an empty bag, but we're not going to the nude beach. [a beat] Maybe next time.
( sara shoots him A Look at that remark, plucks the bag from out of mick's hands. hah. a nude beach. right.
she wastes no time in heading into her bedroom, assuming that he'll make himself right at home — or not, considering it'll take her about all of five seconds to get changed. the empty bottle is discarded on the way with a loud clank, the door's left partially open, and she's pulling her shirt up over her head as she calls in response, slightly delayed, ) Next time, huh.
( her shorts are discarded, as are her underthings, left on the floor for later when she's maybe not in such a hurry. sara likes the bathing suit he'd picked even more than she thought once it's actually on her — who would've thought? it shows off a lot of skin, marked with scars that she wears with pride, hugs her curves pretty nicely. ) I'm glad you're so confident there'll be a next time, ( she can't resist adding as she wiggles jean shorts over her bikini bottoms.
she lets her hair out of the messy bun on top of her head as she reenters the living room, shakes out blondes waves a little, and asks, ) You ready?