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i would definitely give it my best try

i can't promise i would manage but you know i'm only here to give you my best
is that what you want? me to be still while you grind against me?

Maybe
Maybe not

It's pretty fun to make you squirm, Nate.

well gotta say it's pretty fun for me when you make me squirm too

maybe next time i should actually spend the night, so we can do that in the morning
not to be presumptuous or anything

Looking for a little bit of that sexy cuddling too, huh?

you can't blame me for it, i'll take my chances wherever i can

Uh huh.

Since we defined sexy spooning do you wanna help me work out the specifics of sexy cuddling?

now?

In ten years, six minutes, now
All the same on a timeship
Lay it on me.

omw

[ Good thing their quarters are so close to one another. He doesn't knock this time around, just strolls in - Gideon even opens the door for him, which makes Nate look up as he walks through into Sara's quarters. ]

Thanks, Gideon. Maybe don't record this, though.

( "my apologies, mr. heywood, but that level of command is reserved strictly for the captain," comes gideon's response, which makes sara flat out laugh as she lifts her head to watch him walk in from her perch, cross-legged on her bed. )

I didn't realize I was getting a physical demonstration for this one.

Oh, I thought -

[ She just said the specifics of naked cuddling, Nate, not that she wanted it. He closes his mouth with a snap. ]

I got carried away, didn't I.

I dunno about carried away, ( she starts, setting her phone on the side table next to her bed with a small thump. ) Seems to me like you came to a natural conclusion after thinking about my ass. Besides, I like a man of action.

( and sara's gaze may or may not wander to the aforementioned boner that he may or may not have pressing against the front of his jeans before she meets his gaze again, offers a smile that's maybe a little too pleased. )

Are you gonna sexy cuddle with me or what?

Aye aye, Captain.

[ She doesn't have to tell him twice. In three steps, he's standing in front of Sara, hands framing her face as he leans down to kiss her, fingers threading through silky soft hair. When he pulls back, it's only to speak right against her lips. ]

Still think Gideon should not record this, by the way.

( sara pushes herself up onto her knees to meet him maybe a third of the way, lips against his in a kiss that's probably far more tender and sweet than it has any right to be. it comes with the familiarity of this by now, she supposes, even if she still isn't sure there should be a familiarity.

but she doesn't regret any of this, certainly not in moments like these when it's just him and her tucked away into her quarters, when she's free to do more than just steal a knowing glance on a mission, maybe let her teeth drag against her lower lip as if a promise as to what's to come later on aboard the ship.

fingers curled into the soft cotton of his henley — a habit by now — she holds tight as she scoots further back onto her bed, leaves him maybe just enough room to lay down with her. )

Gideon and I had a little girl talk earlier and I think we're on the same page about things now. As long as you don't get on her bad side.

[ Not that he would ever say the words to Sara - or anyone else for that matter - but, in his head, this is a relationship. And she might not be much of a romantic (or at least she likes to pretend she isn't), but Nate is, and it's exactly why they get some moments like these, less about the urgency of sex and more about the comfort of intimacy.

She pulls him in and he kicks off his boots before lying by her side, pressed to her from toes to knees to hips to chest to nose. He chuckles, as his hand slides around her hip, just holding her close. ]

Believe me, I do try to keep her happy, but I just keep on messing up. What page are you guys on, then?

Nuh uh. Nope. I'm sworn to secrecy. Girl code.

( sara scoots a little to get more comfortable, lets herself relax against him, an arm draped lazily over his middle and her hand grazing idly, nice and slow, against the fabric of his shirt at his back.

in moments like these, she's softer than she'll ever let herself be seen elsewhere, something sara's not quite cognizant of. sure, her wit's nearly as sharp as the knife collection that's just waiting in her bedside table for her to use, but something about all this makes her feel a little silly, like she's that dumb girl chasing boys she shouldn't have back in high school.

the heel of her foot hooks against his ankle, tugs his leg towards hers so she can wrap her calves around him, all tangled and a little clingy. ) Am I sexy cuddling yet?

[ He remembers first coming on to the ship and being faced with Sara's worry for his safety, for his life. Showing heart in ways she hadn't before, a little vulnerable even though they barely knew each other, and he could have used it against her.

But he hadn't, and their relationship had only grown from there. Out of everything they've become, this is the most important thing to him - her trust. He's pretty sure he's the only one to ever see her like this on the ship, and it fills him with pride and fondness, all too happy to let her wrap herself all over him. ]

Well you're incredibly sexy, and we're definitely cuddling right now, so... I'm sure it counts. I imagined less clothes, but this - this is nice.

( there's a huff of laughter at his answer, head ducked low, breath warm against his chest. )

I'm sure you did, ( sara teases as she tips her chin back up, a suspicious eyebrow raised that's counteracted by the smile playing at her lips. ) Considering last I heard, you were getting hard thinking about me grinding up against you.

( but guess who's nice enough to wiggle herself out of her shorts she'd intended on sleeping in, down over tanned legs even if it takes a little finagling to kick them off with how she's got their legs all tangled up. )

Yeah well, clothes or not, that's still happening, so.

[ As if to prove his point, he presses closer to her before she even moves, and then she decides to take off her shorts, his hand immediately moving down to squeeze at her ass, pulling her to him as his eyes roll to the back of his head for a second. ]

Damn, Sara. You know I have managed not to come in my pants for the past 20 years, and I didn't really plan on starting again now.

( toes curl and there's a low hum as his palm smooths over the curve of her ass, gives it a squeeze, and her own palm grazes lower so her index finger can curl into the belt loop at his lower back.

sara would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the thought of sending him over the edge with barely a single touch — it's intensely satisfying, maybe enough to make her press her thighs a little closer together. )

Maybe you should have to remember how it feels, ( she remarks, voice low. ) Or you could take them off and come somewhere else.

I'd rather really not remember how being a teenager feels like, actually.

[ It wasn't the best of times, honestly. And the rest of her offer is a lot, a lot more tempting.

So he pops the button on his jeans, pulling them down his legs, kicking them off in the most graceful way he can, which is, really, not all that graceful at all. But being in his underwear with Sara plastered against his front is well worth looking like a dork for a second. ]

Now we're definitely sexy cuddling.

( now that's better, sara thinks once nate's jeans are off — once she can see, feel, the stretch of cotton as his cock strains against his underwear. she can't help herself; her palm grazes from his back to palming him through his underwear instead, fingers curling around him as much as the fabric will allow.

for as much of a dork as nate is, god, is he sexy.

there's a pleased hum as she muses, fingers idly grazing up and down his length, ) Feels kinda like foreplay to me.

[ He starts with a chuckle, which is quickly turned into a groan as Sara gropes him, making him tilt his head back and his hips forward. ]

Same difference.

[ His voice is strained, his body taut and tense, but it doesn't mean he's not moving - his hand slips under the waistband of her panties, teasing her just as she is teasing him, fingers barely grazing her clit, moving back along her folds, dragging back up. ]

Sexy foreplay?

Sexy foreplay, ( sara concedes with a small hitch in her voice that elicits a breathy laugh at her own damn self, 'cause she feels ridiculous — and it is ridiculous, how easy it is for this smart, goofy, handsome man to get to her.

teeth pull at her lower lip as she concentrates on the feel of his fingers teasing her, gliding easily against her folds and ghosting over her clit, concentrates on the steady rhythm of her own hand, not that he even needs that encouragement from her. it's damn near impossible to think clearly, but she can figure things out regardless.

sara thinks back to their conversation, though, remembers a particularly important part she'd filed away for the future — except surprise, the future is now. just like sara said, it's all the same on a timeship. with an almost-sweet peck of her lips against his jaw, the hand on his crotch finds dips beneath her own panties, slides along his hand so she can keep it right where it's at as she turns to face the wall. )

Keep touching me, ( she oh-so-helpfully murmurs, habitually bossy as ever even when it's not needed, and then it's essentially go time as she shifts until she fits snug against his body, until the curve of her ass brushes against his erection without a trace of anything except deliberateness. )

[ 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. ]

Damn -

[ Nathaniel Heywood, an ass man. ]

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