[ Sara Lance is made of a multitude of different facets, a kaleidoscope of a personality, a loyal, angry, fierce, ridiculously strong woman, a grip of steel in a silk glove, guiding the lot of them through their blunders and bringing them back, time and again. An impressive, astonishing woman.
One that doesn't show much tenderness very often, and Nate feels incredibly privileged to be getting to see her like this, to be a part of her desires and this familiar intimacy, where she can shed the captaincy, for a while. Where she doesn't really have to be all that strong, or all that in charge.
He's brought back to the moment when Sara turns around, shifts back until his erection is nestled against her ass and Nate chokes on a moan, burying his face in her hair as he pushes two fingers inside her, moving slow, intent. ]
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One that doesn't show much tenderness very often, and Nate feels incredibly privileged to be getting to see her like this, to be a part of her desires and this familiar intimacy, where she can shed the captaincy, for a while. Where she doesn't really have to be all that strong, or all that in charge.
He's brought back to the moment when Sara turns around, shifts back until his erection is nestled against her ass and Nate chokes on a moan, burying his face in her hair as he pushes two fingers inside her, moving slow, intent. ]
Damn -
[ Nathaniel Heywood, an ass man. ]