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.
[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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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. )