( now it's time for sara to be the one who frowns once he pulls away for a second time, but continues to rattle off people and problems so quickly it could make her head spin. lisa's in love? barry's gone? it starts to clarify leonard's mood, though, even if she doesn't know the finer details.
"actually enjoy their evening" practically makes sara scoff, but instead she just gives him a little shove so that he might fall back onto her couch. if this is what he wants, she'll give it to him, pinning him there by climbing onto his lap. ) Can't get rid of me that easily, Len. I'm not going anywhere.
[Now this is more like it. Less talking about things that make him feel uncomfortable, and more taking their clothes off. He runs his hands up her thighs as she straddles him, the uncertain, wary look in his eyes starting to clear and be replaced by hunger.]
Glad to hear it. [He leans up to kiss her, too happy to just forget all that stuff - Barry's abandonment, Len's ubiquitous tendency to fuck-up royally with every person who truly matters to him.]
( his hands feel nice when they run up her thighs greedily as she settles on top of him, fingers running over coarse hair at the back of his neck as their lips meet. her resolve might be weakening a little, but it doesn't mean that she's forgotten about the importance of the conversation that she can tell he's so desperate to move past and ignore.
sara breathes out a soft sigh as she breaks the kiss, face lingering close to his, fingers curling idly into the back of his shirt. ) You and me ever gonna have any kind of serious talk? ( she presses her cheek against his temple so she can maybe avoid looking at him for a second despite being on top of him, continuing, ) I really mean what I said.
[Len stiffens at her question. He doesn't like talking about feelings - it's something that he isn't comfortable with. But to just say so feels cowardly.
He slips his arms around her waist, grateful that she's at least allowed him to keep his expression hidden.]
I thought we just had a serious talk... but if there's more, then by all means.
( there's a soft groan at that; he can be such a difficult ass about this kind of thing. it was true back on the waverider, in the midst of he and mick's hot-and-cold war that she'd made an attempt to intervene in, and apparently it's still true now. at least leonard snart is nothing if not consistent.
she's not even really sure what she's looking for from him — something. anything. maybe. with a soft laugh and a short shake of her head, she responds, ) Yeah, 'till you started changing the subject. ( as though she didn't encourage it very obviously herself, but. )
I think you like certain people a lot more than you like to admit, Leonard Snart.
( he can squirm. he's allowed to squirm. in fact, sara fully expects him to squirm.
it's a pretty good answer, she'll admit. his bravery is rewarded with a kiss as desired, a hand brushing up along his neck, thumb against his jaw, so she can do it all over again, mouth lingering against his as she savors this closeness with how tight his grip is on her. she doesn't speak for a moment, and when she does, it's low, voice hushed almost to the point of a whisper. )
[The kiss is good. Great, even. He loves kissing her, and he's not ashamed to admit it. He sighs softly as it comes to an end, starting to relax, figuring that he's pleased her and moved on from whatever weird mood has her trying to get him to Talk.]
Yeah, we're a couple of crazy kids in a crazy world. [He grins up at her, and drops a hand down, giving her ass a squeeze]
Kids, ( she repeats through a breath of laughter. yeah, sure, they're crazy kids alright, even if sara hasn't felt like one in at least ten years — surely even longer for leonard.
but the firm squeeze of his palm makes her hum low in her throat, arching into him. pressing her lips to his jaw briefly, she starts: ) So. ( nope, it's time for another light peck. ) So what kinds of crazy things are you thinking about doing tonight, crook?
I was thinking of doing... you. [He grins, knowing it's not at all the answer she was looking for. The groping continues, almost lazily.] My sweet innocent flower.
( there's an incredibly self-satisfied smirk at that, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder as her hips roll slowly against his lap just once, just as lazily, an encouraging response to the way he gropes her. a sweet, innocent flower she may not be, but the other part? he might just be right. )
Mmm, ( she hums thoughtfully, eyes fluttering closed as his fingertips brush over her skin, tracing carved muscle. her grip on his shirt may tighten almost imperceptibly, but it happens all the same, smile still playing at the corners of her mouth. ) Interesting.
Yeah, ( she breathes, part confirmation and part encouragement. she finds herself letting out an incredulous laugh as warmth creeps through her, makes her flush pleasantly. )
Pretty sure that if anyone else ever told me I was theirs, I'd break their arm for saying something so stupid. ( because sara lance is her own woman, she belongs to herself and nobody else, et cetera, but — )
( sara helps him get her clothes off, arms lifted so he can tug her shirt over her head, bra following suit. her jeans ride low on her hips as she grinds against him in response, humming with pleasure.
nudging her forehead against his, she exhales sharply against his mouth as his fingers seem to tug at a nipple just the right way. her eyes flutter closed and she kisses him softly, unable to fight the proximity any longer. ) I know.
( she pauses. ) Think I've always known, since the beginning. Could tell from the way you and Mick looked out for each other.
[He kisses her back, listening to every little sound, and doing his best to respond to her reactions with more of what she clearly likes.
He hums at the mention of Mick] He's always stuck by me.
[He doesn't blame Mick for that period when he was Cronos, when he intended to hurt Len every way he could. So far as Len's concerned, that was his just desserts, and he's lucky that Mick decided to forgive him and stick around instead of killing him when the offer was on the table]
( even till the end, sara wants to say. until both mick and leonard had to grapple with who wanted to protect the other — and the team — more there in the oculus. there was no winner in that scenario — none at all. big damn heroes.
she doesn't say it, though, only captures his lips in another open-mouthed kiss, arching her body into his with fingers dragging over the back of his head through shorn hair. ) I'm gonna be there, too, when we get back — ( because she just knows in her heart that he'll be back; he's not going to be gone forever. he can't be. coming back from the dead would be the ultimate scheme for this crook. )
I've heard that before. [A little bitterness, there, but he struggles not to dwell on it. He doesn't doubt Sara's sincerity, not really, and he has every intention of being back and very much alive for as long as possible.
He shakes his head] All I know is, I'm not going anywhere.
[He rears up and meets her lips again, drawing her down against him and rolling his hips upwards]
( it's a good answer, sara thinks, one that she's content with going forward. going beyond eudio, going back to the waverider. the past may not have been kind to them and their what-could-have-beens, but the future has possibilities.
she kisses him hungrily, teeth dragging at his lower lip as her palm draws over his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt again, hips grinding in time with his. there's probably too much clothing between them right now, even with the top half of her bare, but sara's actually pretty content to take things slow, prolong this tonight. )
Good, ( she breathes against his mouth, feeling herself flush from his touch, from the friction between them. ) Good.
[Len is perhaps a bit more impatient than she is, wanting to bury the last of his lonely feelings. Her breathed words warm him up and he grins fiercely, hips continuing to rock rhythmically. He is hard as hell, contained in the fabric of his jeans, and the friction is starting to drive him nuts.
He is almost thankful that he's shown her his scars by now. It's still new for anyone but Mick to see them, but a relief that he doesn't have to worry about it. He begins to undo the buttons of his shirt]
( she can feel how badly he wants her, and it sends a little shiver of pleasure through her, hips bearing down against him while her fingers join his to finish the job unbuttoning his shirt so she can tug it over his shoulders and expose more skin to her. her hands smooth over his chest, over those scars that leonard did so well to keep to himself for so long — a fact that sara doesn't take for granted, even as she draws against him for another long kiss, jagged beer bottle scars pressed flush against three very precise arrow-sized gashes between her ribs.
sara's lips brush against len's neck, down along his throat, laying slow, purposeful kisses against his skin as she murmurs, ) Where do you want me, huh?
[He gives a little shiver as her hands smooth over skin he has rarely allowed anyone to see, let alone touch. He knows about her own scars, but in a stunning bit of hypocrisy, he sees no reason why she should be hiding those. To him, she's utterly beautiful, and the scars only make her more so - proof of her strength, and of her ability to overcome.
He utters a soft groan of pleasure at the movements of her lips, tilting his head back to bare his throat to her]
Love it when you're on top, no matter where we are.
( her lips curl into a smile against the curve of his throat at that, because he knows damn well how much she loves it, too, teeth nipping lightly at his skin there, affectionate as ever. ) Gonna ride you right here, then, Leonard.
( it'll take some work on her part, yeah, but the hardest part is tearing herself away from her place on top of him for a moment, body tingling with needy protest as she finally does so, gaze tracing over his torso until it settles on his lap and how she can see for herself just what kind of effect she's had on him instead of just feeling it between her thighs. she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies her hips a little so she can get herself out of them with as little resistance as possible, and her underwear are discarded far more easily. any other time, she might draw it out a little more, put on a little show for him, but she's starting to feel as impatient as he looks.
pleasantly bare now, sara straddles his lap again, not quite sitting or pressing against him so her hands can undo the button of his pants, start to unzip them, licking her lips in anticipation as she waits for him to do the rest. )
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"actually enjoy their evening" practically makes sara scoff, but instead she just gives him a little shove so that he might fall back onto her couch. if this is what he wants, she'll give it to him, pinning him there by climbing onto his lap. ) Can't get rid of me that easily, Len. I'm not going anywhere.
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Glad to hear it. [He leans up to kiss her, too happy to just forget all that stuff - Barry's abandonment, Len's ubiquitous tendency to fuck-up royally with every person who truly matters to him.]
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sara breathes out a soft sigh as she breaks the kiss, face lingering close to his, fingers curling idly into the back of his shirt. ) You and me ever gonna have any kind of serious talk? ( she presses her cheek against his temple so she can maybe avoid looking at him for a second despite being on top of him, continuing, ) I really mean what I said.
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He slips his arms around her waist, grateful that she's at least allowed him to keep his expression hidden.]
I thought we just had a serious talk... but if there's more, then by all means.
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she's not even really sure what she's looking for from him — something. anything. maybe. with a soft laugh and a short shake of her head, she responds, ) Yeah, 'till you started changing the subject. ( as though she didn't encourage it very obviously herself, but. )
I think you like certain people a lot more than you like to admit, Leonard Snart.
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He squirms a little.
His arms tighten around her and he leans up, seeking her lips.]
I like you, Sara. I have no problem admitting that.
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it's a pretty good answer, she'll admit. his bravery is rewarded with a kiss as desired, a hand brushing up along his neck, thumb against his jaw, so she can do it all over again, mouth lingering against his as she savors this closeness with how tight his grip is on her. she doesn't speak for a moment, and when she does, it's low, voice hushed almost to the point of a whisper. )
Crazy how we ended up here like this.
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Yeah, we're a couple of crazy kids in a crazy world. [He grins up at her, and drops a hand down, giving her ass a squeeze]
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but the firm squeeze of his palm makes her hum low in her throat, arching into him. pressing her lips to his jaw briefly, she starts: ) So. ( nope, it's time for another light peck. ) So what kinds of crazy things are you thinking about doing tonight, crook?
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( there's an incredibly self-satisfied smirk at that, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder as her hips roll slowly against his lap just once, just as lazily, an encouraging response to the way he gropes her. a sweet, innocent flower she may not be, but the other part? he might just be right. )
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Oh yeah...definitely mine.
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Pretty sure that if anyone else ever told me I was theirs, I'd break their arm for saying something so stupid. ( because sara lance is her own woman, she belongs to herself and nobody else, et cetera, but — )
But here we are.
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[He rolls his hips upwards playfully, pausing to try to strip her shirt and bra all the way off before resuming the nipple play]
Well, you can be assured that while I might be stupid... I do take care of what's mine, best I can.
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nudging her forehead against his, she exhales sharply against his mouth as his fingers seem to tug at a nipple just the right way. her eyes flutter closed and she kisses him softly, unable to fight the proximity any longer. ) I know.
( she pauses. ) Think I've always known, since the beginning. Could tell from the way you and Mick looked out for each other.
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He hums at the mention of Mick] He's always stuck by me.
[He doesn't blame Mick for that period when he was Cronos, when he intended to hurt Len every way he could. So far as Len's concerned, that was his just desserts, and he's lucky that Mick decided to forgive him and stick around instead of killing him when the offer was on the table]
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she doesn't say it, though, only captures his lips in another open-mouthed kiss, arching her body into his with fingers dragging over the back of his head through shorn hair. ) I'm gonna be there, too, when we get back — ( because she just knows in her heart that he'll be back; he's not going to be gone forever. he can't be. coming back from the dead would be the ultimate scheme for this crook. )
— Right by your side. Always.
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He shakes his head] All I know is, I'm not going anywhere.
[He rears up and meets her lips again, drawing her down against him and rolling his hips upwards]
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she kisses him hungrily, teeth dragging at his lower lip as her palm draws over his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt again, hips grinding in time with his. there's probably too much clothing between them right now, even with the top half of her bare, but sara's actually pretty content to take things slow, prolong this tonight. )
Good, ( she breathes against his mouth, feeling herself flush from his touch, from the friction between them. ) Good.
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He is almost thankful that he's shown her his scars by now. It's still new for anyone but Mick to see them, but a relief that he doesn't have to worry about it. He begins to undo the buttons of his shirt]
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sara's lips brush against len's neck, down along his throat, laying slow, purposeful kisses against his skin as she murmurs, ) Where do you want me, huh?
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He utters a soft groan of pleasure at the movements of her lips, tilting his head back to bare his throat to her]
Love it when you're on top, no matter where we are.
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( it'll take some work on her part, yeah, but the hardest part is tearing herself away from her place on top of him for a moment, body tingling with needy protest as she finally does so, gaze tracing over his torso until it settles on his lap and how she can see for herself just what kind of effect she's had on him instead of just feeling it between her thighs. she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies her hips a little so she can get herself out of them with as little resistance as possible, and her underwear are discarded far more easily. any other time, she might draw it out a little more, put on a little show for him, but she's starting to feel as impatient as he looks.
pleasantly bare now, sara straddles his lap again, not quite sitting or pressing against him so her hands can undo the button of his pants, start to unzip them, licking her lips in anticipation as she waits for him to do the rest. )
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