"Please, Nyssa," Sara sighs, as she turns away from Nyssa sagging her shoulders.
The sound of the afternoon traffic below them is like white noise in their ears filling the silence in the room. This place has the aroma that's overwhelmingly Sara's; she thinks of snagging an article of clothing. Back in Nanda Parbat, their room used to have the redolence, there was a mixture of them both. She always used to take a deep breath of it after walking in and greeting her beloved. Now Sara's scent has faded, leaving only hers.
"Alright," Nyssa says. "I just came to see if you were doing well. Now that I see you are, I'll leave."
She doesn't move from where they both stand in the middle of Sara hideout instead, she watches Sara carefully, studying her. When she received an alert that Sara has been admitted to the hospital, she took advantage of the fact that she was heading to the area and made a stopover in Star City.
She couldn't resist seeing her. Regardless of everything, she still cares for Sara. Still longs for her. Eventually, she sees that Sara will not turn around and mirrors Sara's actions. As she turns towards the drop door, Sara calls out.
"Wait." She looks back to see Sara take a breath.
"I…" She fumbles the words but gestures at Nyssa. "You don't have to go. Maybe we can talk or something."
It seems like Nyssa wasn't the only one who couldn't resist.
"I would like that," Nyssa nods.
There's no furniture in the clock tower, so Nyssa folds herself on the floor and Sara flops down across from her. Nyssa thinks back to the many meditation sessions they have had. Sara would always sit down with such force as if to rumble the earth underneath her. Sara settles and fiddles with her fingers, looking down at her hands.
"How did your father handle you releasing me?" She asks, after a moment.
"He did not give me such power without knowing its consequences, but I believe he knew I would do so when he sent me to you."
Sara nods, knowing full well that the Demon's Head often knows the outcome of events before they have even started.
"How is your soul?" Nyssa asks.
Sara looks down again. Their knees are touching and Sara reaches out as if to touch her but then pulls back.
"I don't miss working for the league, I could never be that monster again, but, these days I still feel the urge to kill. Seeing my family helps. But I suppose once you start killing you never really go back." She seems to gain the confidence she needs to look Nyssa in the eye as she continues.
"Sometimes I look into the eyes of a criminal and I just think... 'They deserve it.' Oliver's got this whole 'no killing' rule, which I get, but when it comes to Slade I think it's hurting us more than it helps."
"Is that what you think of me? That I'm a monster." Nyssa can't help but ask.
"No, no of course not." She takes Nyssa's hands in her own squeezing them tight. "I just can't blindly kill like your father wants. I can't look into the eyes of a man begging for mercy and not give him that. You have to know that I never saw you like that. I love…"
You.
It hangs in the air between them. Waiting for one of them to reach up and take it. Nyssa takes her hand, brushing Sara's hair away from her face and cupping her cheek. Nyssa can't resist her, she never could.
Sara melts into her, closing her eyes and leaning against her hand. Her face filled with the light that filters in through the clocks face, casting them in a soft white light. When Sara opens her eyes to look at her, she gives her a soft hazy gaze. Looking at her through thick lashes. It's that kind of lust and softness that Nyssa knows all too well.
Sara pushes forward suddenly to sit on her lap. Nyssa catches her around her waist pulling Sara flush against her. Nyssa moves her hands to the back of Sara's neck as she rushes forward to kiss her.
When Sara kisses her it's like coming home. Like she's exactly where she's supposed to be. Sara's the place she never wants to leave. She's missed this. She feels Sara's warm lips and can taste her favorite lip balm. All she wants is to stay here forever. Kissing Sara. She feels a warm wet tear fall from Sara's cheek onto her own and she knows she must pull away.
"No, Nyssa." Sara chases Nyssa's lips, her eyes still closed.
"You're not mine, Sara. You have chosen another." Nyssa says as she rests her forehead against Sara's.
Sara grips her jacket just like she did the day Nyssa found her. Like she's done so many times before.
"Please Nyssa," Sara's voice is like the songbird she loves so much and Nyssa cannot resist her. She pulls Sara back to her again. Kissing her with passion and intensity. All she can think about is Sara's lips against hers and her tongue pushing up against Nyssa's lips. Nyssa opens her mouth to Sara as they move into a familiar dance.
Nyssa acts on muscle memory, remembering all the places Sara likes to be touched. She runs her fingers down Sara's arms to hold her waist. Sara pushes off her own jacket and works at the buttons on Nyssa's. Nyssa pulls up the hem of Sara's shirt and they break apart as Nyssa pulls it over her head.
They pause. Pulling back to stare at each other. Chest rising and falling in rapid pace. Nyssa's eyes are drawn to Sara's cleavage encased in a plain black exercise bra. They're both wired and frazzled from the kiss and Sara's fingers dance along her skin teasing her.
Sara giggles when Nyssa's eyes don't move, she reaches down and pulls her bra over her head.
"I've always known that these were the best way to distract you."
"Oh," Nyssa says, pushing forward giving Sara a full view down her shirt. She watches as Sara's breath hitches as she stares at Nyssa's chest. "It works on you too."
"Well, you know I've always been a boob girl."
She pushes up against Nyssa, capturing her in a kiss. Nyssa can feel her body temperature rise as they devour each other and she suddenly has no need for the clothes she's wearing.
Nyssa remembers their first time. It had been after several 'make out' sessions as Sara called them. Nyssa had wanted to do everything right. She didn't want to sleep with Sara like she had done with the other girls in Nanda Parbat. Sara was special and she wanted everything to be special. She had put out rose petals and red silk sheets and when she brought Sara into her room Sara had kissed her so softly she barely touched her lips.
This time was nothing like their first time and it wouldn't be like all the times that came after that. This was need and heat and wanting. They stripped each other of their clothes and Nyssa ran her hands up Sara's spine, feeling every vertebra under her fingertips. Sara pushed her shoulders back and Nyssa lowers herself down onto the floor. Sara now dressed only in a pair of panties straddled her waist rubbing against Nyssa's stomach.
Sara kisses Nyssa's neck and Nyssa moans as she felt Sara kiss her jaw sucking at her pulse point. Sara moves downward to her exposed flesh. Kneading one of Nyssa's breasts and taking the other nipple into her mouth sucking and pulling.
Nyssa gets lost in the sensation, then remembers her initial goal. She quickly flips them over and kisses Sara's jaw and neck. She slowly works her way down Sara's chest teasing her. She bites Sara's collarbone and continues down kissing the valley of her breast and letting her lips circle around her nipples. She goes slower, kissing Sara's naval dipping her tongue in and swirling it around. Sara moans, a long drawn out sound. Sara grasped at Nyssa's hair trying to pull her to where she wants her.
Nyssa wants this, she wants to press into Sara's hip in the way that makes her moan. She wants to kiss Sara's hand in the way that makes Sara smile at her like she stepped out of a renaissance painting. Like she's the princess Sara has dreamed of all along. She wants to make Sara happy like that again.
She sets her mind to worship Sara and dives in. She pulls off Sara's panties and Sara opens her legs for her in all her glory. The sight makes the heat between Nyssa's legs pool on her exposed thighs. She kisses Sara's mound, it's clean shaven, where Sara usually has short blond hair. Sara reacts with want and need, pulling Nyssa's hair more and bucking her hips.
Nyssa chuckles and holds her hips down. "Patients is a virtue, Sara."
"Fuck," Sara breathes out.
When Nyssa looks up at her, she sees Sara's blue eyes are glazed over and her lip is between her teeth. Nyssa breaths heavy letting her breath blow on Sara's exposed vulva. She lays a kiss on Sara's clit, then licks her whole slit and dips her tongue into Sara's center.
Sara moans. The sound bouncing around the clock tower. It's a good thing they don't have any neighbors. In Nanda Parbat, Sara would always be so quiet, even as she came. Whenever Nyssa took her somewhere private, Sara screamed as she fell apart under Nyssa's tongue, moaning as loud as thunder.
Sara bucks her hips as Nyssa draws circles around her clit and presses her hand to Sara's waist, holding her in place. Sara's close, Nyssa can tell by the way she moans and moves under her.
Sara comes with a scream, her whole body shaking. Nyssa pulls back, knowing how overstimulated Sara can get. When Sara comes down she smiles at Nyssa, under hooded eyes. The sun has set, basking them in yellow light. Nyssa watches it glow on Sara's skin. If she were a painter, she would paint the light that illuminates her skin; she leans over and kisses her, savoring the taste of her lips.
Sara runs her hands down Nyssa's arms and moves to grip her hips as she moves one hand across Nyssa's belly. Sara teases the hair she finds there, rubbing her fingers into the dark tight curls. Nyssa moves to nip at her neck leaving light traces of her teeth against Sara skin. Sara throws her head back opening her neck to her.
As she finally dips her fingers into Nyssa's soft folds, Nyssa sighs and breathes into Sara's shoulder. Sara knows her body well and knows how to rub Nyssa in just the right way that makes her see stars. Going up and down across her clit and drawing circles around her entrance before pumping in with two fingers.
Nyssa comes in less than a few minutes, moaning and biting into Sara's shoulder. As she comes down, she kisses the bruise left by her teeth and kisses her way up to Sara's lips for one last kiss.
When Sara pulls back, Nyssa rolls off of her. They lay side by side, breathing heavily basking in the afterglow. As the lust fades away, Sara sits up. She closes in on herself, hugging her knees.
Sara can't believe she's done this, she's cheating on Ollie of all people. 'Damn' she thinks. Things really do come full circle.
She feels Nyssa run her fingers up her spine and along her back. It's comforting; there was a time when Nyssa would do this every night. It was a small comfort to Sara after a long day. She wants that again.
She looks at Nyssa over her shoulder and sees her staring lazily up at her, a soft smile on her face. She's so beautiful and perfect and Sara loves her, she can't deny it. Sara gives her a small smile and Nyssa sits up and kisses her shoulder. Sara leans against her as they let the silence fall around them.
They could always read each other so well, passing looks at each other across the room in silent conversations. She knows now that this is where she belongs. Beside the woman she loves, supporting each other as equals. She can't go back to Oliver.
Nyssa's phone starts vibrating from where it sits in her jacket pocket. Nyssa reaches over to grab it and pulls back to sit next to Sara, giving her full view of the caller I.D., it's Sarab. Nyssa answers the call pressing the phone against her ear, but she makes no move to pull away from Sara. Nyssa never kept secrets from her about any of her missions, and neither did Sara.
"I see… Yes, I will be there shortly," Nyssa hangs up and kisses Sara. When she pulls away Nyssa gives her a sad look, one that Sara knows all too well. Nyssa has a mission she must complete before they can be together.
"That was Sarab, I must be in Seattle by tonight." Nyssa takes her hand and looks her in the eye, "I want you to come with me. Please, my Beloved, come home."
"I can't," Sara says looking away as Nyssa's face falls, "Just not tonight. I want to be with you but I need to work out things here before I leave."
Nyssa nods and gives her a small smile full of hope.
"I love you, my Beloved," Nyssa says, cupping Sara's face in her hands.
"I love you too, baby," Sara says using the affectionate nickname for Nyssa. The one that she's always rolling her eyes at. But not tonight, tonight Nyssa just smiles and kisses her.
Half an hour later Nyssa is gone and Sara walks into the Arrow Cave. It's quite and Sara makes sure her footsteps don't take away from the silence. Oliver is working at his desk, making arrows. She looks around but doesn't see Felicity or Diggle, which is good. They need to have this conversation alone.
He looks up as she walks towards him giving her a smile, "Hey, I was wondering where you disappeared to."
"Ollie, there's something I need to talk about," She says pulling the chair next to him and sitting down.