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[ 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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