chanterie: (BLURGH.)
lyn. ([personal profile] chanterie) wrote in [community profile] therinfal2017-04-25 02:12 pm

OPEN SHIP/SMUT POST.



◆ pick a character
◆ leave a prompt, a picture, a starter, whatever you like
◆ tbh this post mainly exists so i could use that gif but i won't say no to shippy threads
taer: (Default)

deflowers this post i'm not even sorry

[personal profile] taer 2017-05-23 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
atms: (seventy.)

chinhands. also lmk if this doesn't work!!

[personal profile] atms 2017-05-23 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this isn't how he expected things to go upon his return from the dead. or at least, if he'd though he could come back, this isn't how he thought things would go. after taking the plunge and admitting to sara he felt something for her, after that kiss at the oculus, leonard had thought there would be something. a little more than the flirtation and dancing around they did before.

what he got was this: occasionally awkward looks that spoke of time passed and untold stories, moments of complete sync and clarity the likes of which he'd only had with mick before, and glances across the ship that carried with them a simmering heat and a hint of something lurking underneath.

they're in a hotel in 1970s new york. the day's been spent casing buildings and sitting in cafes, watching their marks. there's not much else to do on days like these except talk in between moments of observation. they keep their tones even, don't let things get too deep. they only hint at the fact that the distance between them is something they both wish they could figure a way across. the slight tension it brings follows them back to the hotel. it twists and morphs as sara presses him into the hotel door the moment it's closed, her mouth hot on his.

adrenaline sings through leonard's veins. it's a heady rush he can't get enough of, even as he slips his hands under sara's shirt and feels the heat of her skin against his palms. he strips her quickly. just enough to get to the core of her when she sits on the edge of the bed and he kneels before her, still mostly dressed himself. hands resting on the join of her thighs, he parts her. flicks his tongue from entrance to clit and groans, savoring the taste of her. ]
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CHINHANDS HARDER (and also in capslock!!)

[personal profile] taer 2017-05-26 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ death puts things into perspective. after her own, sara had found herself first unfeeling and then afraid of emotions, of feeling too deeply and of getting hurt. her sister's death had made her appreciate family even more than she had before; real or found. leonard's death had shown her things about him she hadn't thought could be true despite the growing connection between them, despite knowing that there are more layers to him than he wore in public.

two out of three people returning from the dead is not a bad statistic, all things considered. sara only wishes her sister hadn't died — but there's no use in thinking about it right now. she's learned to stop herself from the downward spiral of grief before she goes too deep and on a mission, there's always something else to focus on. there's leonard, too, and that's unexpected, but it's good even if she doesn't quite know how to approach him, how the team dynamics will change and have already changed.

what she realises is that she's missed him more than she knows how to say, that there's been countless times that she's wanted his sharp commentary and wit. she hasn't touched a deck of cards in months.

things are awkward, and sara hates it. she refuses to be scared of what could happen; she's already died twice and come back, kissing someone she likes won't do much to her. (it's a lie: her body is one thing, but her heart is more fragile and with leonard, it would mean so much.)

she kisses him and he kisses back and it's everything. they have time now, unlike last time when she pressed her lips to his knowing that he would die moments later, knowing that he was sacrificing himself for mick and for all of them, for a future in which they're free instead of puppets. she would have thought that kissing him would lessen the tension she feels curled tight in her stomach, but it doesn't; instead, it shifts into something hotter, burning brighter. it rises when he strips her and it rises when she digs her fingers into his lower back and pulls him closer and it sparks into flames when he parts her thighs and licks into her.

sara arches off the mattress, her fingers scrambling for purchase. ]