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[ For a moment, Nate can't breathe. It's the whole of it, the whole picture - Sara writhing against him, rubbing her ass against his erection, it's the feel of her around his fingers, tight and red-hot and silky, the way her hair tickles his nose, the way her foot wraps around his ankle, the way he's going to lose it. He groans, reaching up with his free hand to push her hair off of her neck further, giving him better access to suck kisses into her skin, something languid about it all, liquid heat running through his veins. ]

You should install a mirror on the ceiling.

[ Just because he'd like to see what they look like, right now. Get a full view, bodies slotting against each other, moving together, his hand in her panties, her ass against his dick. Damn, but just to imagine.

He doesn't have to be told twice, though, when Sara tells him she wants to feel him, he's quick to reach back down, tugging his boxers until they're around his thighs, which would be awkward in most circumstances but right now isn't a problem. He does the same with her underwear next, and it's far from being the most graceful he's ever been, but whatever, who cares when he gets to guide his cock down along her ass, clamping his teeth against the curve of her shoulder as he does, pushing close like he's fucking her, just sliding between her thighs and back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. ]

Yeah? ( she breathes in response, voice carrying the traces of a laugh even as her word hitches a little, swallowing hard to try steadying herself. ) You can be the one to tell Jax.

( that teasing thought, though, is quickly forgotten as the feeling of his cock glides just barely between her ass cheeks, enough to make a shudder pass through her, and then he grinds against her again — god, she can feel the precome leaking from his head as he burrows himself between her thighs, slick from it, from her own arousal. teeth catch against her shoulder and it elicits a keening moan from her, her fingers digging into the sheets next to her to ground herself, pressing back against him reflexively, as though there's any more room between them to allow for it. )

Good, ( sara encourages, exhaling sharply after, finding herself getting more and more caught up in this indulgence. ) Just like that, Nate.

[ As he moves his hips, he slides his fingers deeper inside Sara, breathing sharp through his nose, their movements against each slick with arousal and heat as he drags his lips against Sara's skin.

This is genuinely not how he expected his evening to go. But then again, he'd learned to be prepared for anything, growing more intimate with Sara. He now was carrying condoms all the time - just in case - and was just constantly expecting a look, a message, a smirk to mean something more to him than it does to anyone else. And he's fine with that, too, living on a knife's edge, an extra dose of adventure and danger to his life.

He knows it's not like she's here to hurt him. He knows that. But this - just this, moments like these where he's fucking between her thighs and fucking her with his fingers, these moments where she's exhaling loudly with pleasure due to him, they feel stolen, dangerous. Because not many people she works with get to see her like this.

His mouth moves further up, licking at her earlobe before he talks as he brings his free hand to her breast, just to touch her more. ]

Think that's sexy enough?

( the sensation of his tongue dragging against her ear lobe, his breath hot at the back of her neck, fingertips dragging up to grope her — it's enough to make sara's eyelids flutter closed, goosebumps running down her spine, racing down her arms. )

Yes, ( comes her hasty reply, which she immediately chastises herself for internally. this was supposed to be about teasing nate, riling him up until he can't take it anymore, but — god, does he just have a way of making all of her dastardly plans go right to hell because he's sweet and caring and sexy and maybe wants to ruin her as much as she wants to ruin him and if so, he's doing a damn good job.

sara's hips rock the little bit that they can, forward against his fingers, back against his cock, habitual, keeping her thighs pressed together as much as she can despite how badly she wants to spread them, let him fuck her with his fingers even deeper. a delayed addendum follows, a small attempt at evening out her voice even as she pants: ) Maybe.

Think it'll be sexier when you come on me.

[ There might be a bit of a smirk on his face, a tiny bit smug but mainly just loving life right now, dragging his lips down along the curve of Sara's shoulder, kissing freckles and pale skin, tongue flicking over scars. He's overwhelmed, but in the very best way to be - not a mission or one of his friends in mortal danger, but Sara, Sara, Sara, all around and all over him, the air smelling like sex, her breathy moans sounding like perfection to him.

But then she mentions him coming on her and he chokes on a breath, feeling his core muscles contract as he tries not to move too fast or too far, but still thrusting hard between her legs, fingers squeezing closer to him. ]

Jesus - [ It's barely a word, mainly a moan, nose pressing into her skin. ] - Where?

( a sound escapes her that might come across as a short, breathy laugh at his question, or another keening moan as his thrusts maybe speed up a little bit faster — instinctive, she thinks, and sara starts to really feel the friction between her thighs, which she's sure to feel tomorrow, the sort of deliciously aching pain that feels well worth it. )

You and I both know where you want to, ( comes sara's response with a trace of mirth in her voice, somehow grounded by the barely choked out question she gets from him. her toes curl, ankles crossing to keep her thighs nice and tight for him, underwear still bunched around her knees as she rubs her ass against him as much as she can with each shuddering movement of her hips. )

I'll get on all fours for you, Nate. — Let you see better.

[ He lets out another groan, biting her shoulder gently as he keeps moving, faster now, unable to keep a slow rhythm. He's so gone for her, he doesn't even care that he's being teased - he retaliates by fucking her harder with his fingers, adding a third when she's already so tight, clenched up, her muscles fluttering around him. ]

Fuck, sometimes I think you're trying to kill me, [ he breathes out harshly, his voice trembling. He doesn't actually think he can last much longer but he doesn't even care, knows he can make Sara come even if he does first. ]

Can I go down on you, after? [ Potentially a very stupid question. ]

Shit, ( comes her gasp as a third finger delves inside of her, muscles stretching to accommodate him. her thighs burn, she can feel the sharpness of his teeth against her shoulder, and she still practically begs for more with the precise way she moves with him. ) Please. Yes. God.

( so much for the return of her self-control — but the sensation of him fucking her two different ways, the future promise of that tongue of his lapping at her clit, long, slow licks inside of her, sends wave after wave of pleasure through her, practically tingling with need, slick against his fingers.

and, returning to an earlier thought, she responds, short with her words: ) Couldn't kill you. Like you too much. ( but any implications of anything sentimental are quickly cut short by another instinctive command: ) Don't stop —

( and sara's hand emphatically reaches back to grip his hip as she shifts onto her stomach, lays with her cheek pressed against the sheet, knees drawing inward to showcase her ass, her reddened thighs for him, her hands eventually settling palms down on the bed. she'll make good on what she said, 'cause she knows he'll make good on his words, too. )

[ Nate's heart hammers in his chest, up in his throat when Sara begs, so soft, admitting that she likes him too much to kill him, which when considering who is saying it, means a lot. And then she moves, pulls him along with her, and then he practically can fuck her in earnest, leaking all over thighs as he thrusts, holding himself up with trembling arms on either sides of her. ]

Fuck, fuck, Sara. [ He's sweating, resting his forehead between her shoulderblades, grunting with every thrust. ]

I'm gonna -

( his breath is hot as he pants against her skin and, despite the absence of his fingers inside of her, he still feels so damn good. without his hand there, his cock is free to glide all the way between her thighs, the head brushing against her clit with each thrust and it's enough to make her whimper 'cause it's so close but not fully enough —

her teeth sink into the back of her hand, thighs practically shaking from how much she wants him, how much this tease is affecting her, and she can feel his precome slick against her skin as he tries to warn her, tries to cling on for even a moment longer ... )

C'mon, Nate, come for me — ( sara encourages, voice practically shifted an octave higher, lips remaining parted and lashes fluttering closed. )

[ He grunts, loud, shaking through him as he thrusts again, once, twice, and then he pulls back, a sound wrenched out of him as he comes, striping her ass and lower back. He's bent over her back, breathing hard as his muscles spasm, goosebumps all over his arms. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ He barely waits until he's stopped shaking to pull back, sinking down and moving her legs to part, fingers sticky on her skin. He's still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm, spikes of pleasure making him moan, as he buries his face against her. ]

( were sara more of her right mind right now, she'd feel downright victorious as he groans, comes, hot and sticky, over her ass and trickling down her thighs — the sign of, finally, a mission gone right, courtesy of captain lance.

she's more than a little gone right now though, floating on the sensations he gives her, rational thought overwhelmed by need and pleasure. even the weight of him leaning against her, overheated and shuddering against her, threatens to take over. god, she likes this overeager goof of a guy — likes spending time with him whether it's like this or not, likes letting her guard down a little only for him to surprise her in a completely different way.

what sara really likes, though, is the way his moan feels as it's muffled against her, the absence of him pressing against her back soon replaced by his mouth, breath hot as his tongue starts over her bundle of nerves that's already been tantalizingly stimulated. she doesn't restrain the way it makes her moan, the way her back arches, ass lifting a little more so knees can part further, open herself up for him. )

[ It's like one of these out-of-body experiences, the kind he's not had since college, when he took mushrooms once and felt like he was flying for five hours. It's like his own orgasm sticks to his skin the way his come does to Sara's, fireworks up his spine making him dig his fingers into Sara's thighs, push his tongue inside her, lapping her up. She's wet and hot and needy, making noises she would never admit to make, and Nate just eats it all up, every sound she makes fueling his own pleasure for that much longer.

He wants her to come, all over his face, feel it in her thighs and her toes and her shoulders and her fingers. His fingers swipe through his own come as he grabs her thighs more firmly, pulling her to him, less delicate than he can be. He replaces his mouth with a thumb on her clit, rubbing hard and tight little circles as he fucks her with his tongue. ]

( sara realizes very, very quickly that she's not going to last very long from the moment nate's tongue delves inside of her, eager laps that practically make her dizzy, brow furrowed as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her entire body, mouth seemingly unable to close for how hard she pants, how much she moans when his fingers dig into her skin and yanks her closer, if it's even possible.

he's not gentle with her here and now, and it's so unbelievably overwhelming, so unbelievably sexy that her eyes practically roll into the back of her head when his thumb rolls in deliberate, hard circles, hyper-stimulating her already swollen clit. between that and the way his tongue fucks into her, deep as he can, grazing her walls as he positions it just so —

god, she can feel it building up in a way she hasn't felt in a long ass time, voice a keening whine as she cries out: ) Nate, please, I'm — Nate —

( sara doesn't get to finish that thought as she comes, and it's not just the kind of orgasm that makes her whole body quake, her walls tightening around him — no, there's more to it, too, a release that makes her gasp sharply as it comes, hips stuttering against his mouth as the warmth escapes her. it's intense, to the point where for a moment, all she can hear is white noise, mind a clean slate and ...

then she's back, brought back to reality, panting hard and her entire body tingling, legs so weak she can barely hold her back up half anymore, thighs shaking. everything's a little hazy, a lot blissful, and with a lazy smile creeping its way across her cheeks, she turns onto her side again, gives those sore thighs of hers a break. )

Get the hell up here and kiss me.

[ Something people don't always get to realize about Nate is just how determined he can be. He doesn't tend to be reckless often - there's plenty of other people in the team that get to do that - but he is as hard-headed as the rest of them, and when he has a goal in mind, he doesn't let go.

Which is why he stays right where he is when Sara comes, eyes closing as he tastes her further, swallows her up and groans against her sensitive skin, only moving away when she jerks away from him, a self-satisfied smirk on his shiny, wet lips. He licks them clean, heart beating a mile a second, watching Sara and wishing he could film her, keep it forever as a moment he can rewatch over and over. She's never vulnerable like this, only when she is, and Nate wants to cradle her close and never let go. Let her know she's safe here.

His smiles turns softer when she collapses back on her bed, and Nate is all too eager to lean in to kiss her when she requests it, open mouthed and still a little slick with her own arousal. ]

( nate kisses her and sara's hands move to cup his jaw, tasting herself as she kisses him deeply — but it fades into something smaller, forehead pressing against his as she lingers against his mouth, releasing a suddenly shuddering breath when she finally parts and blinks her eyes open, an almost shy, embarrassed-looking smile creeping across her cheeks because of it.

she doesn't move away, though, only shifts closer, nestles into the curve of his body the best she can, lets her fingertips brush idly over his cheek. her other hand reaches towards the top of his head as her gaze flits upwards, smile growing as her fingers try to fix the mess that is his hair. everything feels like it's going in slow motion now after such a heady rush of action, and sara finds she doesn't mind it at all; laying here with nate, every nerve ending practically tingling still from her head to her toes, thighs quivering with the occasional aftershock, she's content. happy, even.

another short, sweet peck is laid upon his lips, and she whispers, as though someone might overhear, ) Wanna know a secret?

[ There was a moment, here, where Nate felt like he was a completely different person from the one he was most of the time. The in-over-his-head historian with some ill-gained superpowers had turned into someone who knew what he was doing, intimately. But he was settling back, now, Sara's hands on him, his boxers still around one ankle, his smile goofy as she pets his hair. ]

What is it?

[ If only Gideon had the capacity to bring them some food, a hot steak and a beer, some kind of perfect post-sex meal, it would make the moment absolutely perfect, but as it is, he still has nothing to complain about, wrapping a hand around Sara's waist to keep her close, fingers moving from the edge of one scar to the next over her back, knowing the map of them now. It's rare, to get a cuddly Sara - he'll make the most of it, thank you very much. ]

( the two of them are a god damn mess right now, all underwear still tangled up in their legs — legs tangled up with their legs, too, thanks to sara's desire for more closeness — and they're both definitely in dire need of a shower, together or separately, but there's no way in hell that sara's moving from this spot, snuggled up in nate's arms as his fingertips ghost along the ridges of the scars that criss cross her back. out of ton of baddies and villains and people trying to ruin time and take over cities, she'd never expected her own teammate — nathaniel goddamn heywood — to be the first to take sara lance down, immobilize her and render her useless. so, congratulations.

except it seems that more congratulations are in order, as sara responds with a glint of mischief in her eyes: ) Nobody's made me come like that in years.

( and the admission makes that sense of shyness grow, soft laughter bubbling up from within her, making her bury her face into the crook of nate's neck, lips habitually laying another kiss there as she hides her expression from him. )

[ He knows if he was to trail his fingers lower he'd find the drying remnants of his own orgasm over her skin, which is, well, super gross but also he can't help how proud he feels about it, about Sara wanting it - him. His heart beat picks up and misses a beat a moment before when she speaks, and Nate pulls her even closer, free hand moving to her hair, kissing along her brow. ]

No? Not even, who was it... was it Guinevere?

[ He pulls back just enough to look down into Sara's eyes, smile turning softer once more. There's pride swelling in his chest at being that guy, sure, but it's nothing compared to the pride he feels at being the one she's picked. For now.

Casual, and all that. ]

For what it's worth, I've never had sex that hot before.

No! ( sara exclaims through a peal of laughter, lifting her head to give him A Look — 'cause sara lancelot and guinevere merely shared a parting farewell kiss. if they were to talk about nyssa, however ...

(sorry, oliver.)

but since they're, you know, being casual and all: ) Happy to provide.

For what it's worth, I meant what I said before. About liking you.

( don't think she forgot about that, even if it was a little heat of the moment. sure, it also had to do with her desire to kill him or lack thereof, but hell, no use in letting nate's brain overthink it. )

[ His face breaks into a big grin, just delighted in the happy look on her face. There are days where Nate wakes up in the morning knowing that his day won't be made if he doesn't see her smile.

And then she makes his heart drop to his stomach again, his eyes meeting hers as his smile dims a little. ]

Yeah? [ And then: ] I mean, cool.

[ Jesus, Nate. You're lying naked with the woman, and she's admitting more than she usually ever would. Now is not the time to be an asshole. ]

No, wait. I like you, too. Like, a lot.

( like, a lot, he says, and somehow, sara finds it just as endearing and when boys would say it to her in elementary school. as an adult, as the captain of this ship, that little addendum should probably make her wary. but she'd welcomed it with her little confession of her own, so it is what it is.

rather than give him a gentle shove, climb over him and flit off to take a shower and sleep and tell him she'll see him the next time they decide to have a rendezvous, she says, ) Cool.

( she also lets his hair stay how she's fixed it, uses her hand to squeeze his cheeks between her fingers, earning her the nathaniel heywood version of a duckface that she quite affectionately kisses before letting his face go. )

You're lucky you're cute.

[ He would absolutely protest vehemently against being called cute and the way she makes him pull a face, but somehow, he lets it happen, just rolls his eyes and then grins, his hand catching hers, fingers slotting together. ]

I'll have you know I'm actually pretty handsome, according to this crew.

[ He gives her his patented 'am I giving you shit?' look, the corners of his mouth lifted in a little smirk, before he brings her fingers to his mouth, kissing knuckles one by one. ]

I've even been told I'm quite hot with my shirt off.

And he's humble, too, ( sara says with a roll of her eyes, despite the smile still lingering at the corners of her mouth as his lips kiss her knuckles over and over and over again. )

Maybe I should start calling you Pretty like Mick does since you value the team's opinions on your handsome good looks so much.

You wouldn't.

[ He doesn't say it in any kind of offended tone, just matter of factly. ]

It'd be too much like you give more of a damn about me, using a nickname. You wouldn't want the rest of the crew to feel left-out. Plus, you know Mick would resent you stealing his thunder like that.

[ It's what makes her a good captain, after all. But Nate's trained in observing people and facts and things. He knows. ]

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