( 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. )
[He watches her avidly, hungrily, his eyes travelling over her nude body as she returns to him. His hand had dropped down to cup his groin, massaging his erection through the pants, but something tells him not to undress himself - maybe the way she had taken over undoing his shirt before - so he doesn't actually pull his own pants off.
He groans softly at the release as the zipper is pulled down. He grins up at her, taking himself in hand and drawing his cock out of his underwear, giving a few slow strokes.]
Little more comfortable doing this here than in a car, hmm?
( sara lets out a breathy laugh, a hand reaching out to grab onto his shoulder to steady herself. the thought of their first "date" — no, okay, it was still an actual date, even if they ended up doing pretty much everything but watch the movie they'd paid to see — brings a stupidly pleased little smile to her face. ) A little bit, yeah. Might have to steal a bigger car next time if you wanna do that again.
( grand theft auto is probably the last thing on sara lance's mind right now, though, especially when his cock is so close and he's hard as ever and holy hell does she want him. she sits down on him, hips grinding against him again so every inch of him can she can feel how wet she is, how badly she needs him, letting out a soft whimper as the head of his cock grazes over her clit. she gazes at him through heavily lidded eyes, eager to watch his reaction as she does it again, slow and controlled. )
[A soft hum escapes his lips in response to the whimper. God, she is so hot, and the wetness just makes everything slick. He can feel how swollen she is against his own flushed and engorged flesh and all he wants to do is slide right in. He knows they'll fit together perfectly.
He catches her by the hips, tugging her up so he can position himself to enter her]
Yes, ( comes her moaned reply, shuddering with pleasure as the head of his cock pushes up with ease just barely inside of her. witty retorts are difficult when she can't even manage to come up with a coherent thought, so she's fine with letting that one pass her by.
fingers running through the short hair at the back of his neck a little desperately, her other hand curling over the back of the couch to steady herself, she flexes down onto him, eyes fluttering closed and biting her lip to hold in another moan as she takes him inside of her, already starting to roll her hips against him, concentrated. )
Fuck. [He gasps as she takes him and her inner walls squeeze around him, her body flexing and moving already in the most delicious way. His hips rise in counterpoint to her movement, and his eyes slide shut and squeeze tightly, concentrating all of his attention to the incredible way she feels] Sara...
Yes, yes — Len — ( it feels like an endless stream of rambling slipping past her lips, short gasps as she rides him, gripping the back of the couch hard so she can control the powerful movement of her hips against his. sara bites back a whimpered moan as she gets him to just the right spot, and holy shit, she needs more — )
Lay back, ( she demands suddenly, wanting him to lay back horizontally on the couch rather than sitting up so she can really go to town, fuck him until neither of them can so much as think straight. )
[He doesn't even hesitate before obeying at that command. He scoots down, holding her steady with a hand on her hip, and then arches his back and reaches up. He grabs onto the arm of the sofa, opening himself up to her completely, so that she can control her own movements and the pace.]
( she takes to their new position with vigor, sitting on top of him and using just her legs, her hips to ride him, panting hard. he feels so fucking good inside of her, and it isn't long before she presses herself flush against him because she wants to be closer to him, fingers lacing with his on top of the arm of the sofa, the other placed right next to his head, mouth inches from his as she picks up her pace, increases how hard her hips bear down against his.
she's already starting to clench around him but she doesn't stop, crying out as she reaches her climax, but keeps on riding him because she's not ready to be done with him, with this, just yet. )
[She's clenching around his cock, and he grips harder with his fingers, throwing his head back and gasping, a cry wrung from his lips as he begins to climax as well. He groans softly as the climax comes to an end, sagging under her still-moving body and gasping for breath.]
Sara... my goddamn angel.
[His arms come down and wrap around her waist, encouraging her to lie down against him, his lips seeking her soft hair]
( 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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( 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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He groans softly at the release as the zipper is pulled down. He grins up at her, taking himself in hand and drawing his cock out of his underwear, giving a few slow strokes.]
Little more comfortable doing this here than in a car, hmm?
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( grand theft auto is probably the last thing on sara lance's mind right now, though, especially when his cock is so close and he's hard as ever and holy hell does she want him. she sits down on him, hips grinding against him again so every inch of him can she can feel how wet she is, how badly she needs him, letting out a soft whimper as the head of his cock grazes over her clit. she gazes at him through heavily lidded eyes, eager to watch his reaction as she does it again, slow and controlled. )
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[A soft hum escapes his lips in response to the whimper. God, she is so hot, and the wetness just makes everything slick. He can feel how swollen she is against his own flushed and engorged flesh and all he wants to do is slide right in. He knows they'll fit together perfectly.
He catches her by the hips, tugging her up so he can position himself to enter her]
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fingers running through the short hair at the back of his neck a little desperately, her other hand curling over the back of the couch to steady herself, she flexes down onto him, eyes fluttering closed and biting her lip to hold in another moan as she takes him inside of her, already starting to roll her hips against him, concentrated. )
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Lay back, ( she demands suddenly, wanting him to lay back horizontally on the couch rather than sitting up so she can really go to town, fuck him until neither of them can so much as think straight. )
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Sara--!
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she's already starting to clench around him but she doesn't stop, crying out as she reaches her climax, but keeps on riding him because she's not ready to be done with him, with this, just yet. )
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Sara... my goddamn angel.
[His arms come down and wrap around her waist, encouraging her to lie down against him, his lips seeking her soft hair]
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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. )
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