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.
[ there's a part of him that regrets the way he set whole thing up. that strip of bared skin and the hint of what still hides behind the sheet is tantalizing. it makes leonard want to reach out and touch--but he can't. instead he sits, ignoring the growing hardness in his jeans, watching and wanting so badly he can almost taste it. ]
Given the right motivation, I might just hand you the reins. [ his voice goes a little raspy as he continues. ] Let you decide when you've had enough and I get to come.
[ leonard licks his lips and lets his gaze wander from the jut of her hipbones up and up until he can see every bit of pleasure writ in the arch of her body and the flush in her cheeks. the thread of the fantasy slips between his fingers, but he keeps talking anyway. lets whatever words come fall from his mouth without too much thought, just so he can keep the rhythm going. ]
Fuck, you look good, Sara. I could watch you like this for ages, all caught up in it. [ all because of him. and isn't that something? ] Move your hips for me a little. Show me how you like it.
( the fantasy gives way, inevitably, to desires more tangible in this precise moment, though sara hardly notices as one fades into the other. all she can focus on is the feeling of the toy vibrating against her clit, the feeling of it buried deep inside of her, fingers curled, white-knuckled, around the edge of the headboard, unable to contain the moan that escapes her lips any longer.
she can hear how she's affected him already, can practically feel it, with the gravelly tone of his voice, the way he just — tells her what he wants her to do. her own sheer force of will prevents her from giving up her own control to just anyone, but with leonard ... it's easy to cede to him; she views him as her equal in all regards.
move your hips for me, he says. show me how you like it. sara can't do anything but oblige with requests like that, especially when she so desperately wishes it were him between her thighs. there's no use in playing coy anymore; her hand lets go of the headboard and she tugs the sheet hastily over her knees, thighs parting further. he's earned it.
free hand curling into the sheet beneath her in some weak attempt at maintaining a sense of stability, sara's hips move obediently, rocking against the vibrator, letting herself give into it and make noise freely, sing like the pretty bird he's convinced that she is. need knots below her belly button, hot and smoldering, begs for release. ) Len, ( sara gasps, hips arcing against the vibrator she holds onto like a vice. ) Leonard — I'm so — I need more —
[ out of the corner of his eye, leonard notices the waves on the app spike and fall with sara's words. it's good because, for half a moment after she pulls back the sheet, he's completely tongue-tied, mesmerized by the way she moves with and against the vibrator, the way it disappears into her slick folds.
she needs more and he wants nothing more than to give it to her. wants to press his mouth to her flesh. wants to replace the hand on the vibrator with his. wants to throw the toy across the room and sink into the heat of her until he can feel her falling to pieces around him. this isn't about him, though. ]
Come on, Sara, [ he murmurs, using the app to nudge the vibrations just a little bit higher. ] Let go and come for me, pretty bird.
( that little increase in intensity, the low murmur of his voice, velvety soft and her name sounding so devastatingly beautiful on his tongue —
it's all sara needs before she comes completely undone, crying out as she clenches around the toy, body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure, hot as fire, rolls over her body, leaves her thighs trembling, her eyes squeezed shut and head tipped back against the pillows as she rides out her orgasm.
she stills for a moment, legs stretching out in front of her, letting out a deep breath as her eyes flutter back open. every nerve ending practically tingles — hell, she feels a little like she's in the clouds, except when her gaze sweeps across the foot of the bed and lands on leonard through heavy lids, she's reminded of exactly where they are, exactly what they're doing.
her tongue swipes out to wet her lower lip and — there's still a toy nestled between her thighs, vibrations a low, persistent rumble in the aftermath, and she's all too aware of the way it presses against her walls, all but invites her to indulge in more. so maybe she'll do just that; she's nothing if not determined as hell, after all. her fingers curl more firmly around the base of the vibrator again and, wordlessly, eyes closing again, she draws it out and slips it back in again, starting to set a lazy pace this time around. it's a little selfish, maybe, but she can tell just by the sound of his voice that he doesn't mind the view very much. )
[ it's every bit as enrapturing as he thought it would be, and leonard's sharp gaze doesn't miss a moment. he watches as she shudders and arches, burning the image into his brain. every line of her body, every sound, every microexpression on her face he commits to memory.
and in the afterglow, he smiles softly at her. part of leonard fully expects this to be the part where he kisses her an excused himself for a moment and then--maybe they go to dinner or something, the main event over and done with. but sara clearly has other plans. the motion of her hand draws his gaze back between her thighs and leonard--
he laughs. ] Feeling greedy are we? [ he should've remembered, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.
the plan is thrown out the window. leonard shifts, casually adjusting himself as he moves to try an alleviate some of the pressure his jeans are putting on his cock, and leans over sara, one hand planted on the mattress next to her head. he kisses her in that same inexorably slow way he did when they first entered his apartment, the slow slide of lips and tongue the only contact between them. and then... then, he pulls away. ]
Me too. [ he smirks. ] But I'd rather make you wait than have things escalate right now. [ anticipation makes things so much better in the end. ]
( greedy? yes, absolutely, and sara's okay with that. there's something about having an audience that makes her even more keyed up — it's the feeling of knowing that this leonard has never seen her like this, the way that his already intense gaze sweeps over every single inch of her.
her hand stills, though, the vibration steady and mellow inside of her, when she feels the bed shift and then senses his presence above her. his lips meet hers with a pleased hum, the rise and fall of her chest slowing to a consistent pace as she continues to come down from that beautiful high, the languid, savoring way he kisses her a very welcome addition to all this.
except then he pulls back, and the sheer absence of him is enough to make her eyes blink open to see that telltale smirk of his — it's a smirk she's come to love and loathe in equal measure. ) Yeah? ( there's the barest hint of laughter in her voice. ) Haven't we both done our fair share of waiting, Leonard?
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Given the right motivation, I might just hand you the reins. [ his voice goes a little raspy as he continues. ] Let you decide when you've had enough and I get to come.
[ leonard licks his lips and lets his gaze wander from the jut of her hipbones up and up until he can see every bit of pleasure writ in the arch of her body and the flush in her cheeks. the thread of the fantasy slips between his fingers, but he keeps talking anyway. lets whatever words come fall from his mouth without too much thought, just so he can keep the rhythm going. ]
Fuck, you look good, Sara. I could watch you like this for ages, all caught up in it. [ all because of him. and isn't that something? ] Move your hips for me a little. Show me how you like it.
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she can hear how she's affected him already, can practically feel it, with the gravelly tone of his voice, the way he just — tells her what he wants her to do. her own sheer force of will prevents her from giving up her own control to just anyone, but with leonard ... it's easy to cede to him; she views him as her equal in all regards.
move your hips for me, he says. show me how you like it. sara can't do anything but oblige with requests like that, especially when she so desperately wishes it were him between her thighs. there's no use in playing coy anymore; her hand lets go of the headboard and she tugs the sheet hastily over her knees, thighs parting further. he's earned it.
free hand curling into the sheet beneath her in some weak attempt at maintaining a sense of stability, sara's hips move obediently, rocking against the vibrator, letting herself give into it and make noise freely, sing like the pretty bird he's convinced that she is. need knots below her belly button, hot and smoldering, begs for release. ) Len, ( sara gasps, hips arcing against the vibrator she holds onto like a vice. ) Leonard — I'm so — I need more —
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she needs more and he wants nothing more than to give it to her. wants to press his mouth to her flesh. wants to replace the hand on the vibrator with his. wants to throw the toy across the room and sink into the heat of her until he can feel her falling to pieces around him. this isn't about him, though. ]
Come on, Sara, [ he murmurs, using the app to nudge the vibrations just a little bit higher. ] Let go and come for me, pretty bird.
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it's all sara needs before she comes completely undone, crying out as she clenches around the toy, body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure, hot as fire, rolls over her body, leaves her thighs trembling, her eyes squeezed shut and head tipped back against the pillows as she rides out her orgasm.
she stills for a moment, legs stretching out in front of her, letting out a deep breath as her eyes flutter back open. every nerve ending practically tingles — hell, she feels a little like she's in the clouds, except when her gaze sweeps across the foot of the bed and lands on leonard through heavy lids, she's reminded of exactly where they are, exactly what they're doing.
her tongue swipes out to wet her lower lip and — there's still a toy nestled between her thighs, vibrations a low, persistent rumble in the aftermath, and she's all too aware of the way it presses against her walls, all but invites her to indulge in more. so maybe she'll do just that; she's nothing if not determined as hell, after all. her fingers curl more firmly around the base of the vibrator again and, wordlessly, eyes closing again, she draws it out and slips it back in again, starting to set a lazy pace this time around. it's a little selfish, maybe, but she can tell just by the sound of his voice that he doesn't mind the view very much. )
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and in the afterglow, he smiles softly at her. part of leonard fully expects this to be the part where he kisses her an excused himself for a moment and then--maybe they go to dinner or something, the main event over and done with. but sara clearly has other plans. the motion of her hand draws his gaze back between her thighs and leonard--
he laughs. ] Feeling greedy are we? [ he should've remembered, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.
the plan is thrown out the window. leonard shifts, casually adjusting himself as he moves to try an alleviate some of the pressure his jeans are putting on his cock, and leans over sara, one hand planted on the mattress next to her head. he kisses her in that same inexorably slow way he did when they first entered his apartment, the slow slide of lips and tongue the only contact between them. and then... then, he pulls away. ]
Me too. [ he smirks. ] But I'd rather make you wait than have things escalate right now. [ anticipation makes things so much better in the end. ]
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her hand stills, though, the vibration steady and mellow inside of her, when she feels the bed shift and then senses his presence above her. his lips meet hers with a pleased hum, the rise and fall of her chest slowing to a consistent pace as she continues to come down from that beautiful high, the languid, savoring way he kisses her a very welcome addition to all this.
except then he pulls back, and the sheer absence of him is enough to make her eyes blink open to see that telltale smirk of his — it's a smirk she's come to love and loathe in equal measure. ) Yeah? ( there's the barest hint of laughter in her voice. ) Haven't we both done our fair share of waiting, Leonard?