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[ 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. ]

( there's a pleased sound as his fingers curl into her, muffled as her lips press together, eyes fluttering shut as she relishes in the feeling of him inside of her, of the ease in which he's able to slide in and out of her, practically hypnotic in how slow he goes. her hips roll against his hand, keeps that even pace with him, her back arching a little more with each movement of her hips, her ass rubbing up against his erection each and every time.

god, the friction's nice between them, but sara thinks the groan against her ear, his breath hot against her neck making a shiver run down her spine, might feel even nicer. )

C'mon, I wanna feel you, ( sara urges, more for his sake than her own, considering she's feeling good as hell with the way he fucks her nice and slow — but the hand that's stayed firm on top of his inside of her underwear slips out, reaches back behind her almost futilely to run against his still-contained cock again, 'cause she knows she's gonna make him come doing this, and she thinks he'll enjoy the sight of it against the curve of her bare ass a hell of a lot more. )

[ 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. ]

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