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( nope, here's that stereotypical surprise, once sara finally pieces it together. she'd just thought — that he didn't really do the whole casual sex thing — but from the sound of it ...
luckily for both of them, it's quickly tucked away in a heartbeat; sara has some semblance of tact, and league of assassins training in the art of deception, of being exactly what your mark wants you to be. steve's probably as far from a mark as he can get, but that doesn't mean that sara won't be happy to adapt herself to him.
rather than give him a verbal answer, she gives him a physical one. she tips her head forward and captures his lips in another kiss, slow and even a little sweet despite the way she deepens it, her hips starting to roll, slow and steady, against his lap. sara can be patient with him, and she sure as hell can teach him; he's got as good a teacher as any.
maybe she wants to test the waters a little further, though, if only to see how he'll react. still kissing him, a hand undoes her jeans and the other links her fingers with his over the top of his hand, guiding it towards her abdomen, just beneath the fabric of her shirt so he can feel that the picture that she'd sent him was no joke — all that muscle.
the difference between her fingertips and his, rough and weathered, over the carved v at her hips is stark, sends a little shiver through her. but before sara makes herself too antsy, she guides him lower, curving between her thighs, and when she tugs her hand away, she leaves his there between denim and the smooth fabric of her underwear, her hips continuing to grind just that little bit to really help him feel her. )
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