Prompt(s):
Sara has a sex dream about Ava and the next morning Ava comes to the Waverider and Sara can't look at Ava without blushing. She avoids being alone in the same room with her in fear that she'll blurt out she has a crush on her and she can't stop thinking about Ava pinning her against the wall and having her way with her or using the strap on she has under her pillow. Will Ava figure out what's going on with Sara?
Ava catches Sara getting herself off and moaning Ava's name. Flustered and blushing Sara and smirking and teasing Ava.
Her fingers where burning anywhere and everywhere against the writhing woman's body caressing her farther into more heated rounds of pleasure. Sara had even lost track of how many times she'd gotten off under the agent's touch so far and that was in moving a hallway over from the gym to Sara's bedroom.
The blazer had been the first to go. Tossed haphazardly over some workout bench along with Sara's top in their hast to ride each other of clothes and by now the normally crisp pressed shirt was rumpled, ripped and most defiantly wouldn't be warn outside of the bedroom ever again if Sara had anything to say other than moaning louder over what Ava was doing to her.
"Just like our first fight in this hallway" Ava tisked muffling Sara's whimper at the cold bite of the metal walls against the wet skin of her back with a hungry kiss. "And a Legend is still not going quietly." That had the agent smiling against her chapped lips as Ava let her roll them, so she was the one pinned to the wall instead. "No, you certainly are not."
Sara grinned in pride when Ava's pants were left wet and discarded somewhere down the hall as the agent showed off how well she could multitask in kicking them off while lifting the giggling former vigilante off her feet letting Sara lock her legs around the taller woman's waist anchoring them together as they made their way across to the darkened room to the bed.
"Now…. are you going to sing any more for me tonight my beautiful Canary?" Ava goaded her breathless voice like warm honey against the assassin's ears as her lover kept up that heavenly torment against Sara's molten wet core followed by Sara's angry mew at the sudden stop in the delicious flicks of her lover's skilled tongue
"Need an answer Miss Lance." her dark-eyed siren scolded holding Sara's begging gaze with a defiant one of her own. "Good girl." Ava praised with one of her rare shy little smiles suddenly crushing her lips down on Sara's twisting her fingers just right to give the panting killer under her exactly what she wanted.
Sara was jolted from her dream by the force of her still flowing orgasm muffling her half scream half moan of Ava's name into her pillow as she rode out the high.
It was only when she had fully functioning brain power again that the spent time ship commander knew she had three things she desperately needed to do to keep herself together come morning.
Clean her sheets, take a -or possibly several going by the way her body was acting- cold shower(s) and the most important of all was she had to stay as far away from the star of her dripping wet wet dream as she possibly could.
"What do you mean we have a guest on board?" Sara questioned after the coolly toned warning from the ships AI as she wandered down the hall toward the kitchen. "Was my answer not explanation enough Captain?" the suddenly snarky AI replied leaving Sara to roll her eyes at the air over her head with an overly annoyed groan still towel drying her hair and using all her concentration to keep from letting the computer be some weird reminder of another more desirable tone being so standoffish toward her.
"Get a grip, Lance." Sara scolded herself at her less than ironclad control over her own desire when it came to the time agent. "Not like it could ever lead anywhere anyway." She reminded herself bitterly as she slammed the door to the cabinets when she couldn't find the mug she wanted at first glance.
"You never know until you walk the path." the unexpected ship guest answered seeming to melt out of the shadows just as she had the night before only this time the two were standing in the middle of an empty kitchen and not Sara's bedroom.
"Just thought I'd stop in." Ava shrugged taking a large drink from the coffee mug in her hand as she guessed that Sara's jumpy nature as a quiet question as to why she was there. But why her teasing greeting should bring that reaction out of such a well-practiced although reformed assassin was puzzling in and of itself. "No telling when this childish band you call a team will make a mess...even this early in the morning." Sara bit her lip to stop a wonton whimper from spilling out at the cool annoyed tone as her eyes flickered up to meet Ava's then away again once she realized that she was, in fact, standing on the other side of the small kitchen island and second that they were the only two people in the kitchen.
"Something wrong Miss Lance?" the agent pressed setting the mug Sara had been hunting for down on the countertop. Sara gulped shaking her head in one fast motion that her head started to spin. "Are you having a panic attack?" Ava suggested as she took a concerned step closer to the retreating assassin.
Again, Sara shook her head keeping her eyes safely away from Ava's feeling her blush deeping like a teenager on a first date the longer she avoided the other woman's eyes. "All good." Sara managed to stammer out before running out the door leaving Ava stammering in confusion behind her.
"Morning Agent Sharpe." Ray greeted around a yawn sliding out of the way of his fleeing Captain "Wait Agent Sharpe?" the sleepy Atom yawned not realizing Ava wasn't listening to him as she too slid out the door around him needing to be sure Sara was alright before she headed back to the Bureau.
