i never really have much to say in these things. less talk, more action — insert other clichés here, et cetera. go ahead. try me. we'll see what happens.
i want to have sex with you no strings no questions yes or no?
[because apparently the best way to deal with losing someone you were in love with is to...sleep with the person they were in love with too. don't question his logic.]
to say that sara's a little taken aback is an understatement; this isn't ... like the barry that sara knows, with his huge heart and his capability not only to love deeply but to outwardly express his love, something sara's always found herself a little envious of. barry's supposed to be the one who runs, but sara's the one who ends up leaving the people she loves behind. nyssa, oliver, and — in a way, leonard. she hadn't asked for eudio to bring him back in her version of their universe, after all, and there was no guarantee that mick's incentive would carry over for her, too.
she knows why he sent the text, because she feels the same way, too. )
Are you okay
( promptly erased. no strings, no questions, he'd said. )
[she has every right to question it, he knows. every reason to say no and end it at that. the two of them had only ever slept together because of a third person. a person who is now missing from their lives, despite being fully present in the city. the leonard snart that's here is someone who's untouchable to him now, and sara--
he knows it's as close as he'll ever be able to get now. knows it in just the same way that he knows he's asking her to let him use her. to let him forget just how things once were.]
( an apartment that she feels like she's spent a combined total of a few hours tops in over the past three days that she's been here, favoring going out and reconnecting with people and newly connecting with people — anything to keep from having to spend too much time alone in her too-new, too-empty apartment that she hasn't even attempted to try making feel like home.
[she's next door to kara. he knows it's something he should be taking in to account right now. sara may be willing to hold back on asking questions, but if kara finds out what's about to happen, he knows he won't be anywhere near as lucky. but even that thought, even knowing that all of this is a really bad idea, it doesn't keep him from heading straight over. from speeding out his apartment and off to alpha block.
less than a minute after her text is sent, he's stood in front of her, hesitation kicking in just long enough for him to make one thing clear.]
Tell me to stop and I will.
[because no matter what this all is, it's one thing he refuses to do. he won't destroy their relationship completely by letting his anger get the better of him.
which would probably be a lot easier to believe if he wasn't then pulling sara in for a kiss. something that's more teeth than tender. aggressive in a way that he wouldn't even consider if he was in the right frame of mind just now.]
( sara's still in the pseudo-amazement phase in regards to barry's abilities, thinking she'd have at least a few minutes to get her head on straight, but he's there at her door in a flash; luckily, her reflexes being what they are, she's up off the couch and wrenching the door open in about a heartbeat.
i won't, she doesn't have a chance to say, but she doesn't have to. it's evident in the way she allows him to pull her close, body flush against his, barry's lips kissing her hard.
it's easy to submit to this — a desire to let barry get out whatever pent up stuff he has inside of him, take it out on her, lose herself in someone else for a little while to keep her mind off of her own shit. a hand grabs at the back of his neck, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. there's a soft sound as his teeth catch her lip, a low groan, and she tugs him back into her apartment, lets the door slam behind them with a slam that's probably way too loud. )
[it's all the agreement he needs, any hesitation he has left gone the moment she starts to respond. so once the door is slammed shut, he wastes no time in spinning them round so he can press her against it. so he can slide his hands to her hips and press in close. the kiss, when he finally pulls away, is only broken out of necessity. his breaths rough, fingers slipping beneath her shirt to the waistband below.
there's a part of him that knows how wrong this all is. he isn't the only one who lost len by coming here. but of all the other people who still has their memories of eudio, it's only sara who can really understand. sara who he doesn't need to explain himself to for her to get it. they both lost someone they loved in coming here, so who better to turn to to start dealing with that.]
Off. [a gruff order, despite already starting to undo her pants himself. he's almost out of patience now, so holding back really isn't an option for him.]
( the heat, the hurried roughness of all this, is almost refreshing in its messiness. there's no need for any flirtation, no dancing around what they know will inevitably happen, no teasing — just his body suddenly pressing hers into the door, her chin tipped up so she can keep kissing him, hard and a little dirty.
everything's fast with barry, by nature of who he is — but the rush of it all leaves sara a little breathless when he pulls back for a moment. she pants hard, pupils dilated as she looks up at him through her lashes, feels his fingertips against the line of exposed skin where her shirt rode up in all the excitement.
this is a bad idea, and sara knows it; it's not going to help either of them in the long run, not going to make it easier to get over what the two of them both lost, but — god, she knows how bad she hurts and knows that barry hurts like she does. at the very least, at least they can lose themselves in each other, if only for a little while — which is why her hands are quick to take over for barry's, obeying his off command despite him already getting an impatient head start, undoing the zipper and bending her knees so she can tug them off along with her boots and socks. it's all left in a messy pile practically underfoot still because now she's just in her underwear and a t-shirt and she just really wants barry to fill the absence of his body heat from that five seconds apart. )
[the moment she's done, barry steps back in close again, a shudder passing through his body briefly that ends with a buzz. a momentary vibration as he seeks out her mouth again. his kiss is no less aggressive than before though, his fingers fumbling slightly as he tugs the flies of his jeans open. they only make it midway down his thighs though before he's rocking against her, a leg pressed between hers as he stops holding back on those vibrations. it's easier to take what he wants, to enjoy himself fully, when his partner already knows what he is.
(it also helps that he's well aware the sara is more than capable of holding her own if need be.)
it's different to last time though, in more than just the obvious. before, he'd been depowered. had put on a show with sara for len's sake. the two of them may be friends, and sure, there may be a certain amount of attraction aimed at sara (he's not blind), but if it wasn't for len, he never would have acted on it. this time--
well, maybe it's not all that different. len is definitely playing a part in all this.]
( there's a sharp gasp against his mouth as he presses himself against her, his leg parting her thighs, the sudden burst of vibrating energy coursing through him and setting every part of her body alight with pleasure. this is new — very new, even though sara knew he could do something like this, feeling it herself is very, very different.
the first time, they'd been sidelined, barry powerless and napping in mick's jacket while sara watched the two rogues in awe — and then a blur of excited energy, of heated kisses under an icy, leering gaze, even though the two of them probably wished for a little bit of frostbite. the next, a veritable valentine's day gift, the two people who love him the most teaming up to surprise him.
somewhere, leonard — their len — is probably laughing at them, so caught up in their individual feelings for him that this is all they can manage to do.
sara's head tips back against the door with a light thud, heart racing and breathing hard, her nails digging into his shoulder as though to keep him right where he is. ) More — ( she breathes, urgency in her voice, her hips arcing as much as they can to press against barry's. )
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i want to have sex with you
no strings
no questions
yes or no?
[because apparently the best way to deal with losing someone you were in love with is to...sleep with the person they were in love with too. don't question his logic.]
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okay.
to say that sara's a little taken aback is an understatement; this isn't ... like the barry that sara knows, with his huge heart and his capability not only to love deeply but to outwardly express his love, something sara's always found herself a little envious of. barry's supposed to be the one who runs, but sara's the one who ends up leaving the people she loves behind. nyssa, oliver, and — in a way, leonard. she hadn't asked for eudio to bring him back in her version of their universe, after all, and there was no guarantee that mick's incentive would carry over for her, too.
she knows why he sent the text, because she feels the same way, too. )
Are you okay( promptly erased. no strings, no questions, he'd said. )
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Yes.
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he knows it's as close as he'll ever be able to get now. knows it in just the same way that he knows he's asking her to let him use her. to let him forget just how things once were.]
where are you
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Six
West
( an apartment that she feels like she's spent a combined total of a few hours tops in over the past three days that she's been here, favoring going out and reconnecting with people and newly connecting with people — anything to keep from having to spend too much time alone in her too-new, too-empty apartment that she hasn't even attempted to try making feel like home.
barry's got good timing. )
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less than a minute after her text is sent, he's stood in front of her, hesitation kicking in just long enough for him to make one thing clear.]
Tell me to stop and I will.
[because no matter what this all is, it's one thing he refuses to do. he won't destroy their relationship completely by letting his anger get the better of him.
which would probably be a lot easier to believe if he wasn't then pulling sara in for a kiss. something that's more teeth than tender. aggressive in a way that he wouldn't even consider if he was in the right frame of mind just now.]
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i won't, she doesn't have a chance to say, but she doesn't have to. it's evident in the way she allows him to pull her close, body flush against his, barry's lips kissing her hard.
it's easy to submit to this — a desire to let barry get out whatever pent up stuff he has inside of him, take it out on her, lose herself in someone else for a little while to keep her mind off of her own shit. a hand grabs at the back of his neck, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. there's a soft sound as his teeth catch her lip, a low groan, and she tugs him back into her apartment, lets the door slam behind them with a slam that's probably way too loud. )
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there's a part of him that knows how wrong this all is. he isn't the only one who lost len by coming here. but of all the other people who still has their memories of eudio, it's only sara who can really understand. sara who he doesn't need to explain himself to for her to get it. they both lost someone they loved in coming here, so who better to turn to to start dealing with that.]
Off. [a gruff order, despite already starting to undo her pants himself. he's almost out of patience now, so holding back really isn't an option for him.]
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everything's fast with barry, by nature of who he is — but the rush of it all leaves sara a little breathless when he pulls back for a moment. she pants hard, pupils dilated as she looks up at him through her lashes, feels his fingertips against the line of exposed skin where her shirt rode up in all the excitement.
this is a bad idea, and sara knows it; it's not going to help either of them in the long run, not going to make it easier to get over what the two of them both lost, but — god, she knows how bad she hurts and knows that barry hurts like she does. at the very least, at least they can lose themselves in each other, if only for a little while — which is why her hands are quick to take over for barry's, obeying his off command despite him already getting an impatient head start, undoing the zipper and bending her knees so she can tug them off along with her boots and socks. it's all left in a messy pile practically underfoot still because now she's just in her underwear and a t-shirt and she just really wants barry to fill the absence of his body heat from that five seconds apart. )
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(it also helps that he's well aware the sara is more than capable of holding her own if need be.)
it's different to last time though, in more than just the obvious. before, he'd been depowered. had put on a show with sara for len's sake. the two of them may be friends, and sure, there may be a certain amount of attraction aimed at sara (he's not blind), but if it wasn't for len, he never would have acted on it. this time--
well, maybe it's not all that different. len is definitely playing a part in all this.]
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( there's a sharp gasp against his mouth as he presses himself against her, his leg parting her thighs, the sudden burst of vibrating energy coursing through him and setting every part of her body alight with pleasure. this is new — very new, even though sara knew he could do something like this, feeling it herself is very, very different.
the first time, they'd been sidelined, barry powerless and napping in mick's jacket while sara watched the two rogues in awe — and then a blur of excited energy, of heated kisses under an icy, leering gaze, even though the two of them probably wished for a little bit of frostbite. the next, a veritable valentine's day gift, the two people who love him the most teaming up to surprise him.
somewhere, leonard — their len — is probably laughing at them, so caught up in their individual feelings for him that this is all they can manage to do.
sara's head tips back against the door with a light thud, heart racing and breathing hard, her nails digging into his shoulder as though to keep him right where he is. ) More — ( she breathes, urgency in her voice, her hips arcing as much as they can to press against barry's. )