Rip usually had trouble sleeping, but he'd been able to rest for at least 3 solid hours that night. He woke up and began checking the Waverider's operating systems as a way to pass the time during his fit of insomnia. He was taken aback when he noticed an unusual blip in the dream monitor, someone had opened a live feed on his dreams. It had come from Sara's room.
Thank God his dream that night had been a sweet one. He'd had some inappropriate dreams about Sara in the past. When Gideon had mentioned Sara's dream with the nurse, Rip had held back the urge to take a peek at the dream monitor himself. He was surprised at learning Sara had been the one to sneak a peek first.
"Sleep well?" Rip asked as Sara walked into the main console room the next morning. He sensed a moment of hesitation before Sara said yes. She asked if there was anything on his mind. Rip smiled, he knew Sara was fishing for him to talk about his dream with her. Violent bloodlust aside, she was more in tune with people's feelings than she let on. She made a good confidant, not just to Rip but to everyone on the ship. She was level-headed when giving advice and dealing with the problems of others. Her dealings with her own personal problems were indeed a different story.
Alone in his sleeping quarters the following night, Rip's curiosity got the better of him. He asked Gideon for a live feed of Sara's dream. A totally harmless peek, he figured. It was only fair since she'd had a look at his dreams first. Turned out Sara was dreaming about sparring with Kendra.
"Either you're getting better or I'm getting lazy." Sara said to Kendra in her dream.
Kendra smiled shyly. "I've had a good teacher."
"How's everything going with Ray?" Sara asked.
"It's ok... I guess." Kendra steps forward. "There's been someone else on my mind."
Time suddenly skipped, as it often did in dreams. All at once, Sara had Kendra against the wall in a liplock. After that the clothes just fell off. Rip felt a bit guilty but he had a very hard time looking away. Being a woman's first sapphic lover seemed to be a common fantasy for Sara. She was opening Kendra's eyes to another world just as she'd done with the nurse.
Kendra was also quite lovely, Rip thought. But it was something about Sara that caught Rip's attention; it was her untamable nature. It was that same sort of fierceness that had drawn him to Miranda. But Miranda was more like a cold, sharp tempest at sea. Sara was like an all consuming wildfire, her energy ran hot. What a pair they would have made.
Rip's conscience finally kicked in. "Turn it off, Gideon." After his usual restless tossing and turning in bed, he finally fell asleep. He began to dream...
"Sara! Sara!" He yelled as he watched her angrily carving holes into the floor with her knife, centimeters away from the face of one of Savage's henchman. She finally stopped, her chest heaving and her eyes dark with an insatiable lust. It both terrified and intrigued him.
Rip and Sara were suddenly inside the Waverider. They argued about the mission and Sara's inability to follow orders without flying off the handle. Sara shot him a look. "You have no right to judge me!"
"It's not a judgement, Sara. It's concern." Rip replied.
"I'm a monster." Sara whispered. Rip ran up to her and kissed her so passionately, he pinned her against the wall. She returned his passionate kiss with equal force, running her fingers through his hair and grabbing hold. They frantically began to tear each other's clothes off but they seemed in such a hurry that they didn't finish. Sara's coat and blouse were on the floor and her panties at her feet. Rip's shirt was only half unbuttoned and his pants around his ankles.
Rip hoisted Sara up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, mounting him. Her legs were strong and helped make it easier for Rip to fuck her while standing up. With her feet off the ground, Rip nailed her against the wall as he thrusted his cock inside her. Rip felt Sara's nails digging into his back as she held on. Every time she dug her nails in deeper she gave him a command. She directed Rip's speed and movements with her jagged nails like one would use spurs to direct a horse. Rip loved the idea of Sara leaving her marks on his back.
"Slow down" She dug her nails into him. He obeyed. "But harder." She added. With every slow and deliberate thrust, Sara's moans echoed down the hall. He was about to cum. "Don't you dare." Sara dug her nails in again. Rip did his best to obey.
"Please.." He whispered.
Sara chuckled. "I'll tell you when to cum." Sara seemed to relish in the sound of the captain's desperate cries for release. At last she gave her final order. "Cum inside me."
Rip shot up in his bed. "Shit" He whispered as he turned to look at the monitor. Sara had been watching. He wasn't sure if and how to confront Sara on the matter. He thought maybe if he pretended not to know that she knew, it would all just go away. Rip figured it was more than likely that Sara would keep it to herself, seeing as how she was the one snooping around in the first place. Sara had no idea Rip could see when and where she logged into the dream monitor. He was somewhat curious to see how Sara would react to this new insight into his psyche. She was under the assumption that Rip was oblivious to her spying on his thoughts and he planned on playing along.
The whole team was arguing around the main console room when Rip arrived. This created a safe barrier between Sara and Rip. There was no way either of them would say anything about last night now. Their eyes met only once. Rip tried but he couldn't read the assassin's stare.
