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2017-05-26 07:27 pm (UTC)
CHINHANDS HARDER (and also in capslock!!)
[ 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
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. ]
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