[ this whole situation is a little ridiculous. but it's a good kind of ridiculous, the kind that has leonard actually grinning a little as sara hides part of herself beneath the sheets and gets ready. for lack of a better place to go, he perches on the foot of the bed. without looking away from her, he thumbs a switch on the app and the vibrator starts up a slow, light rumble. ]

Well, [ he says, drawing out the word, hand still holding the phone up. the toy responds to his voice and the slow way he drawls syllables, twisting words experimentally and observing out of the corner of his eye how to app and toy react. ] Someone is feeling a little demanding, aren't they?

[ leonard shifts, leaning back against the footboard. his gaze still hasn't left sara, and it won't anytime soon. ] Can't say I mind, though. The things you have to work for are always better in the end.

( leonard is, for all intents and purposes, a very good listener when he wants to be; the vibrator hums to life, slow and even-keeled, makes sara let out a long sigh as she presses the head against the fabric of her underwear, glides up and down slowly, relying on indirect contact to get her started.

his comment brings a pleased smirk to her lips, heavily lidded eyes peering at him down there at the foot of the bed. ) And lucky me, I won't have to work very hard at all.

( don't think she didn't notice the way the vibrator responds in time with his voice, though. leonard's always had a way with words, always seems to have the right thing to say, syllables dragged lazily and slowly in a way that could already make goosebumps chart a course up her arms, send a chill up her spine. this takes it to an entirely new level, delicious heat twisting in her stomach, persistent between her thighs.

sara's impatience is very real, despite how badly she wants to make him squirm just from the way he makes her squirm. beneath the sheet, she lifts her hips, draws her knees in towards her, and a moment later, there's a pair of black underwear being pulled out and dropped to the floor. the direct contact of the toy against her clit brings a soft whimper from her that she's quick to bite back, teeth catching her lower lip as her hips roll experimentally against the rounded head. )

— I've found that being demanding tends to get similar results, ( she can't help but quip, voice slightly strained through her breathing, mostly just wanting to keep leonard talking. )

[ sara's beautiful like this. he always knew she would be, but it's nice to see it somewhere other than in the depths of his imagination. reality, even a reality where it's very "look, don't touch" currently, is much, much better than fantasy. leonard doesn't look away from her, not even as she tosses her undergarments to the floor. he doesn't want to miss a moment. not when she's biting her lip and trying not to make noise.

but that won't do. he did say he'd get her to sing, didn't he?

a low laugh makes the vibrator rumble in time with the noise emanating from leonard's chest. ] Yeah? We'll have to do something with that. some day that's not today. [ some day when he's feeling a little more confident in his place with her. ] Maybe I'll let you pin me down and have your wicked way with me.

[ leonard lets the drawl come out in full force, trusting that the odd way of speaking will make for some interesting sensations for sara, and decides--fuck it. he might as well go all in. ]

Could sit on my face and let me get you off with my tongue. Stay there until my jaw's sore. I bet you taste sweet, pretty bird. Or maybe you'd rather be on top somewhere else. You'd look real good sitting on my cock, taking what you need and letting me come along for the ride.

Fuck — ( sara practically whines at the mere mention of him letting her have her way with him, thighs wrapped around him, slick as she grinds against his cock — and her hips follow suit, rolling against the toy like it is his cock, vibrating with the same intensity as that laughter slipping past his perfect lips. the sheet slips lower with the movement, reveals a line of skin, carved muscle and hipbones just below where her t-shirt rides up.

she can feel herself losing control way faster than she'd ever anticipated, and it might be frustrating if this didn't feel so damn good. maybe it's because she's missed this — missed him, that her resolve slips away so easily. all sara can hear is her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the crystal clear sound of his voice cutting through everything else, and that's all that matters.

utilizing his mouth for something other than witty quips and sarcastic remarks is also an appealing thought, as leonard indulges her and continues to press on with his hypothetical future scenarios. his tongue, lapping eagerly at her while rough hands grip her thighs — sinking down onto his cock and riding him until she decides she's had enough —

the thought makes her give into the toy fully, slides it inside of herself slowly, inhaling sharply as her body acclimates to it, vibrations rumbling deep inside of her, the rabbit head pressing against her clit just enough. sara's eyes shut and her back arches a little, free hand reaching back to grip the headboard behind her like a vice. )

Len — ( it sounds a little like a plea, wordlessly begging for him to keep going, 'cause the sensations have her more than a little tongue-tied. )

[ 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.

[ 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?