[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. )
[It's hard for him to lay his feelings bare, even with his own sister. A hundred times harder, now that he's lost the one person who's actually declared love for him. But he can shower her with presents and attention and affection, and he does. It's the only way he knows how to show her what he doesn't dare to think, let alone say.
His fingers brush lightly up and down her back in gentle patterns.]
Think I could stay here tonight? [His tone is soft, wistful, even though he doesn't expect she'll say no]
( she sighs contentedly as his fingers draw against her skin, nuzzling against his chest to show it. a smile makes its way onto her face at the question, a breathy laugh hidden by her mane of blonde hair. it's kind of a ridiculous question, all things considered, but it's still stupidly endearing.
lifting her head, smile turning sly, she responds, ) Yeah, I think that might be okay. As long as you let me drag you into my bed at some point.
[He smiles, feeling foolish and regretting the question, but he's still feeling a bit better than before even though he doesn't think this changes anything]
Well, I wasn't planning on sleeping on the couch, baby.
( with a mischievous little smile, she lays a peck against his chest, against his mouth, and then climbs off of him with a certain spring in her step. )
Come and get me, then, crook. ( and then she's off to her bedroom in a heartbeat, tossing a playful wink over her shoulder. )
[He's up in a moment, following along after her with a smirk. In the bedroom, he switches off the light automatically before shedding the rest of his clothing. He knows Sara's aware of the scarring, but it's still weird to him to just show off his skin, even to her.
He gives her a light slap on the ass as he passes, then climbs into bed like he owns the place]
( it might sound like a protest as his hand leaves a satisfying sting against her skin, but she's too busy laughing for it to be taken seriously. sara's just going to climb onto the bed on all fours until she's satisfied with her spot right above him so she can sneak a lingering kiss.
when her lips part from his, she sobers a little, gazing down at him as best as she can through the darkness. )
[He might be grinning like a fool - it kinda feels that way - but Sara probably can't see it, so it's okay. He slips his arms around her and tugs her close, to rest her head against his chest]
( sara's arms draw around him in a tight embrace, content to hide how smitten she probably looks right now by nuzzling against him when he pulls her close. her ear's pressed to his chest and she can feel len's heart beating in there. it's calm and comfortable and quiet and it makes her breathe out a contented sigh.
she doesn't dare say anything — she might say something that she's not sure either of them is prepared to hear, especially under these circumstances. sara holds it inside, she holds him as tightly as she can, almost as strongly as she feels about him. )
[The way she holds him so tightly is comforting and just feels so good. In fact, everything about being with Sara feels great. Len never feels like he's got to worry - she'll stick by him, and won't be scared off by him being himself. For some reason, she doesn't seem to be turned off by him being a pain in the ass sometimes.
He almost feels like it's safe to feel so strongly about her, even though those feelings were terrifying to him. Maybe things wouldn't last, but somehow he doubted she would hurt him the way Barry's disappearance had hurt. Even if they parted, it would still be something great that he could look back on with fondness and pleasure.
So he holds her close and lets himself drift, a smile playing across his face as he dozes off]
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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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His fingers brush lightly up and down her back in gentle patterns.]
Think I could stay here tonight? [His tone is soft, wistful, even though he doesn't expect she'll say no]
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lifting her head, smile turning sly, she responds, ) Yeah, I think that might be okay. As long as you let me drag you into my bed at some point.
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Well, I wasn't planning on sleeping on the couch, baby.
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( with a mischievous little smile, she lays a peck against his chest, against his mouth, and then climbs off of him with a certain spring in her step. )
Come and get me, then, crook. ( and then she's off to her bedroom in a heartbeat, tossing a playful wink over her shoulder. )
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He gives her a light slap on the ass as he passes, then climbs into bed like he owns the place]
Got you.
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( it might sound like a protest as his hand leaves a satisfying sting against her skin, but she's too busy laughing for it to be taken seriously. sara's just going to climb onto the bed on all fours until she's satisfied with her spot right above him so she can sneak a lingering kiss.
when her lips part from his, she sobers a little, gazing down at him as best as she can through the darkness. )
Got me.
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...Yeah, you do.
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she doesn't dare say anything — she might say something that she's not sure either of them is prepared to hear, especially under these circumstances. sara holds it inside, she holds him as tightly as she can, almost as strongly as she feels about him. )
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He almost feels like it's safe to feel so strongly about her, even though those feelings were terrifying to him. Maybe things wouldn't last, but somehow he doubted she would hurt him the way Barry's disappearance had hurt. Even if they parted, it would still be something great that he could look back on with fondness and pleasure.
So he holds her close and lets himself drift, a smile playing across his face as he dozes off]