( sara keeps going until the two of them can't anymore and she's left shuddering on top of him from exertion, from exhaustion, coming down from the waves of pleasure that course through her even still. maybe there's a light sheen of sweat coating her skin and her hair's a wreck, but she couldn't care less considering she's laying flush on top of leonard and she feels so stupidly content like this.
she breathes him in, brushes her lips against his chest and lays a soft kiss against his skin. it's moments like these where sara thinks she knows exactly how he feels about her, and she knows that she feels that same exact way about him, too. )
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she breathes him in, brushes her lips against his chest and lays a soft kiss against his skin. it's moments like these where sara thinks she knows exactly how he feels about her, and she knows that she feels that same exact way about him, too. )