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The next day, the Waverider goes to Aruba.
They've been talking about it for ages - well, Mick and Ray and Nate have been campaigning for it, Sara's been deliberating. It's not that patching things up with Ava makes her suddenly in the mood for a vacation. The whole team has more than earned the break regardless of what's going on with Sara's relationship. But the idea of relaxing does feel more like it's within Sara's reach with the memory of Ava's kisses on her mouth.
The team goes to Aruba, and Sara and Ava have plans. They're going to go on a date, a real one. Sara's going to wear jeans and Ava's going to wear a shirt and trousers because they don't need to be anyone other than who they are with each other and Sara can't stop daydreaming about it.
(She makes plans in her head, more than enough for four or five dates. Taking Ava to the little coffee shop that Sin runs in the Glades, showing her Sin's truly epic three-cheese scones. Dinner, a real one, at the little sushi place all the vigilantes love because it's open until two in the morning. Letting Ava take her to the farmer's market and maybe holding her hand. Brushing up her cooking skills and making Ava dinner. Going back to Ava's place and showing her, over and over again, just how special she really is.)
She thinks about Ava while she's lying on the beach; lets herself have a little too much rum and tries to imagine what kind of swimsuit Ava would wear. She thinks about Ava lying on the chair next to her, or maybe sharing a lounge chair with her, the two of them lazy and sun-warmed and whispering together. She thinks about Ava wrapping up in a sweater over her swimsuit when the beach gets cold at night, the sight of her all cozy and protected against the cold while she's still bare-legged and how good she'd look like that.
She thinks about the fact that she'll see Ava in a week or two, and that's fine. Her team's happy enjoying the sun and day-drinking and basking in the fact that they finally saved the world, for real this time.
Sara can wait.
(She can wait, even if her right hand is getting a bit of a workout daydreaming about the feeling of kissing Ava. Even if her body suddenly remembers what it's like to be in love and wants Ava to be in her arms, all the time)
(She's fine.)
They have a date set, and it's a week in Aruba and then four days and then her date with Ava and Sara's not counting down or anything, she's just very aware of her future schedule. She's the captain of a very important time ship. It's perfectly reasonable to be organized.
Their second day in Aruba, Ava starts to text. They used to talk all the time this way, back when they were dating, and but they haven't done as much of it since then and Sara's not about to tell Ava that she's missed it, but it's nice.
Ava sends silly stuff at first - jokes about work, a selfie taken after a long day with her hair up in a messy ponytail that Sara saves to her own phone immediately. Sara sends back a photo of Mick in his beach outfit and flip flops, tells her all about the saga of Nate and Ray's argument over which cocktail is ideal for drinking on the beach.
That night, Sara's standing with her feet in the water. The team are gathered together on the beach, sharing stories and drinks around a campfire. Sara's letting herself enjoy the feel of the waves on her skin, trying to remember the last time she was able to just be still and watch the sun set. The sky is beautiful, all reds and golds, purple around the edges of the clouds.
She doesn't know why it makes her think of Ava.
A pang of longing hits her, takes her breath away. She takes out her phone, snaps a photo of the horizon, and sends it.
Ava responds almost immediately. Beautiful, she writes. Then, I wish I was there, instead.
The ache in Sara's chest eases. She's smiling down at her phone, and ordinarily she'd feel self-conscious about it but here on the beach there's nobody around to notice. You're just saying that because you haven't heard Ray try to lead everyone in a campfire sing-along.
Is it weird that I already miss you? Ava replies. Sara stares at her message, the sunset forgotten. It's been three days.
Three days since they saw each other, since Ava had her arms around Sara and Sara had her mouth against Ava's throat and it suddenly feels like far too long. It's not weird at all, not when Sara misses Ava with an almost physical intensity. She sends a message back: Come over, then.
Ava doesn't respond right away. Sara looks at her phone for a little while, then gives up and tucks it back in her shirt pocket. She's tired anyway; bed is probably a better idea.
She turns away from the water, walks back up the beach and toward the house Mick somehow managed to rent for them.
The house itself is huge, right on the water and big enough for everyone to have a room to themselves - plus four whole bathrooms. Sara's room has its own ensuite, which feels unspeakably decadent. She taps her keycard against the front door, kicks her sandals off by the entryway and brushes the sand off of her feet.
She's just made it to her room, tucked one leg underneath her and sat down on the bed, when her phone buzzes with Ava's reply. Give me five minutes.
It's not even three minutes before a portal opens in her room. Ava steps through, overdressed in her suit and trousers. Sara recognizes her office at the Bureau, empty and dark - she must have been working late.
Something about the way Ava carries herself softens, as she steps into Sara's space. Her shoulders slouch forward the barest amount, the set of her mouth curves into a gentle, easy smile, and she slides one hand into the pocket of her trousers. She looks comfortable, and the thought of that makes Sara feel a little hopeful. She wants Ava to be able to relax around her.
"Hey," Sara says. She stands up and she can already feel herself smiling, all the delight and warmth she's been directing at her phone now plain across her face.
"Hey," Ava says. She looks at Sara, up and down, and her cheeks go a little red. She coughs, recovers. "You, um. You look nice."
Sara looks down at herself and remembers that she's just been at the beach, and she's dressed accordingly. She's wearing her swimsuit, two pieces with an oversized shirt as a cover-up. Her shirt is printed with flamingos wearing sunglasses, the shirt-tails tied into a knot that sits around her middle. It's - she looks good. But in front of Ava it feels, suddenly, like it might not be the right thing. Emotion floods into her chest; she gets a sudden urge to cover up.
Ava's blush is spreading, creeping from her cheeks to the rest of her face as she forces her gaze upward to meet Sara's eyes. "You alright?" Sara asks.
Ava laughs, starts to duck her head down before thinking better of it and making a point of looking up at the ceiling, instead. "Yeah, I just, uh. Wasn't expecting that outfit."
Sara laughs. She stands up, takes a few steps until she's inside Ava's personal space. "I am at the beach."
Ava's chuckle this time is half of a sigh. She looks down, and this time her eyes catch the pattern of Sara's shirt, instead of her body underneath it. She plucks at Sara's collar, says, "I like this."
"Thanks," Sara says.
This moment feels like the one that happens before they start to have sex. Ava's just looking at her with something in her expression that's a little softer, more full of desire than Sara's seen in a while.
Ava's hands move to her pockets, slipping inside. She stands there, looking at Sara, eyes roaming across Sara's face, reading her. "I missed you," Ava whispers.
The words curl around Sara's heart. It's important, that Ava missed her. It feels like a revelation, that they're back to a place where Ava can say it easily. "I missed you, too," Sara replies.
Ava smiles halfway, this little lopsided grin on her face and then she licks her lips and Sara feels the gesture between her legs. Suddenly, she finds herself thinking about Ava's tongue and how good it is, how she hasn't used it on Sara's clit in weeks. Sara's serious about this - about them - and she wants to take things as slow as Ava needs but she can't quite manage to keep her body from wanting to take things fast. "I know we made plans," Ava says. "But I don't know if I want to wait for our date."
Ava's lips are parted just a little bit as she waits for Sara's reply and it's suddenly an effort for Sara to keep from plunging forward and licking her way right into Ava's mouth. "You don't know if you want to wait for our date to what?" Sara asks.
She's already inside Ava's space but she leans forward a little, letting her body make contact with Ava's. Her swimsuit suddenly feels like it's hardly made of anything. Sara's legs are free to feel the gentle scratch of Ava's suit pants against her skin. The lapels of Ava's jacket are sort of resting against Sara's shoulders, and Sara's shirt is thin enough that she can the pressure of the fabric against herself. "To, um -" Ava starts to say before she stops, the words stalled in her throat.
"To have sex?" Sara drawls.
Ava slips one hand out of her pocket and brings it up to Sara's cheek. She slides it across the skin there, the backs of her fingers stroking Sara across her cheekbone and down to her jaw. Her touch is soft, her skin warm and the touch is barely sexual but Sara feels it like electricity. Little sparks of sensation ripple outward, slowly settling between Sara's legs. She's already wet, she can tell. "That," Ava says. "I don't think I want to wait to have sex with you again."
Sara slides her hands in between Ava's suit jacket and her shirt. The gesture feels weirdly intimate, the idea of her hands underneath a layer of Ava's - even though she's still wearing a button-down and an undershirt below that - somehow feels like she's crossing into new territory. She watches Ava's face closely as she moves in, presses both palms to Ava's back through her shirt and pulls her nearer. They still fit together so well. Ava's knee bends just a little, bringing her thigh up against the gusset of Sara's swimsuit in a way that's absolutely a suggestion. It takes all of Sara's self-control not to grind down against it. "Me, neither," Sara says.
Ava's mouth is almost even with Sara's. They're nearly kissing, close enough that Sara can almost feel Ava on her lips already, her desire creating a phantom sensation. Ava turns her head, brings her mouth to Sara's ear and whispers, "I love you, so much."
Sara knows. She always knew, in her own way, but somehow to hear Ava say it is overwhelming. It's the best possible version of it; overwhelming because Sara's feeling all the best emotions she knows how to feel. It also makes this real in a way that's a little bit frightening. Sara can feel the cold tendrils of anxiety creep into her belly, dampening her arousal a little.
Ava saying it out loud turns this into something serious. They're less of a nebulous, maybe-dating-sort-of-feelings-thing and closer to something real and big and important and Sara wants that, more than anything.
She's just not used to having quite this much to lose.
"I know," Sara whispers. Her voice is shaking just a little, and Ava responds by dragging her thumb across Sara's cheek, reassuring. "I love you, too."
"Can we just be - whatever we were before? Can we go back there?" Ava asks. She leans back to look at Sara, making sure that there's enough distance between them for eye contact. Ava's eyes are shining with emotion and she's got her lip caught between her teeth but it's earnestness, not lust, driving that expression.
"You want to be my girlfriend?" Sara asks. She's grinning. She feels like she can't not. Her new resting facial expression is a dumb smile and it's probably going to be that forever, because her Ava loves her back and that's the best thing she's ever heard. It makes her words come out sing-song, a little teasing.
"That depends. Do you want to be mine?" Ava asks.
Ava says the word mine and it feels like coming home. Something clicks into place, like it's - of course Sara's hers. She doesn't think there was ever a time when she really wasn't. The idea of it sends a warm, soft little thrill through her. Sara knows what she means - mine as in my girlfriend - but it makes her think of that singer Ray likes, what's her name. Taylor Swift. It makes her feel like that. The word makes her wobble with the weight of her own tender-heartedness. "Yeah," she whispers.
Ava's expression lights up, her smile matching Sara's own. "Can I please kiss you?" she asks.
Sara nods. "Yeah."
Their mouths are so close already that kissing hardly feels like an effort. It just feels like melting into it, Sara pulling Ava back towards her and Ava easing into the embrace. The two of them relax into a kiss that feels as natural as breathing. Ava's mouth is soft against hers and Sara lets herself just absorb that, the softness of Ava's mouth and the fact of why they're kissing, that they're here kissing because Ava's her girlfriend and that's all she's wanted for weeks. It feels gentle and unhurried, a kiss that doesn't have any urgency to it because they're going to have more chances to kiss, later.
Sara thinks about all those future kisses and sighs, holds Ava just a little tighter. She's missed this so much. It's only been two days since she last got to kiss Ava but it feels like longer than that. It feels like she's been waiting for this for ages.
(And maybe, if Sara's honest with herself, she just wants to kiss Ava every single day. In the deepest, most secret parts of her heart, she wants this to be something so commonplace that she can almost take it for granted.)
Ava pulls back, and Sara leans out a little to match her. Ava's looking at Sara with a little bit of wonder in her eyes, expression tender and a bit misty. "Hey," she whispers.
"Hey, yourself," Sara replies.
Sara's not sure what Ava's looking for, but she must find it because she breaks into a smile again and nips at Sara's lower lip. "Just checking," she says.
Sara frowns. "Just checking what?"
"That you're still into this," Ava says in return and something inside Sara's heart goes soft and wobbly again.
Sara smiles, and she's sure it's big and goofy and full of all the things she's feeling but she kind of doesn't care anymore. Now that Ava knows everything about how she feels, it doesn't seem so weird to show it. She moves one hand up to the back of Ava's head and tugs her back down, into a kiss that's a little deeper and a lot less chaste. Sara lets her lips part and Ava surges toward her in reply, tongue slipping against Sara's and suddenly the whole tone of things shifts.
When Ava sighs into her mouth it's not contented or lazy. It's a sigh with urgency and desire behind it, matched by the way that Ava's suddenly arching against Sara. One of Ava's arms snakes around Sara's waist and she pulls, holding her close despite the fact that they're already pressed together as tightly as they'll go.
All those soft, tender flutters in Sara's ribcage start to settle lower, back into desire. She can feel it pooling between her legs, a subtle throb in her lower belly and an ache behind her ribs. She wants to have sex. She wants to have sex and she wants to pour every one of her feelings into it, wants to make Ava scream and clutch at her headboard until she understands just how much Sara loves her.
Sara slides her free hand back underneath Ava's jacket, slips both of them up to the fronts of her shoulders and then down her arms. Ava chuckles into Sara's mouth as she realizes what she's doing, but she lets her arms go slack and allows Sara to run her hands along Ava's arms and take Ava's suit jacket with them.
It seems only fair. Sara's still in her bathing suit and here Ava is, dressed in layers when all Sara wants to do is touch her.
Ava grins, wriggles her wrists out of the sleeves and leaves her suit jacket sitting in a puddle on the floor. She doesn't break away to hang it up. She just wraps her arms back around Sara's waist and that's a clear sign that she's pretty far gone, herself.
They keep kissing. Ava's mouth is hard and a little rough against Sara's own and it's delicious, every kiss sending little sparks of desire down to Sara's belly, all of it settling between her legs. Ava's hands slide down Sara's back, past her waist to her butt and Sara feels her inhale softly against her mouth, like she's remembering all over again that Sara's not wearing pants. Ava's hands squeeze and she pulls Sara close. It has the effect of angling Sara's body up, rubbing her against Ava's thigh and a sudden thrill of sweet, shivery desire flares in Sara's cunt as she hits Ava's thigh just right. This time she lets her hips respond, rocks down hard against Ava's thigh until she can't help but groan into her mouth.
She feels Ava's laugh before she hears it; a warm chuckle against Sara's lips and it is, perhaps, completely justified but it also pings at Sara's competitive streak just a little.
Sara bites against Ava's lip, just hard enough to pinch, and starts at Ava's buttons. Her hands are sure and she doesn't linger; she wants Ava as close to her as possible. She just feels so eager for this and she wants so much to show it to Ava; as if that can communicate just how much Sara's missed her.
Ava's shirt ends up on the floor with her jacket, and then she's dressed in her bureau trousers and a thin white t-shirt, one of the ones she wears under her work shirts to keep them looking nice. It's one of her little quirks, something Sara's always going to associate with Ava and nobody else. She pulls at the hem of Ava's shirt, tugging it untucked enough that there's space for Sara's hands. She slides her palms across Ava's belly and it's so soft and nice that Sara has to close her eyes against the feeling. Ava's skin is warm, and wherever Sara touches she leaves goosebumps, physical proof that Ava missed being touched.
Ava groans into Sara's mouth as Sara drags her nails across Ava's skin, re-learning the soft-hard feel of it. She runs her fingertips across the lower band of Ava's bra and feels muscle jump, hears Ava sigh at the touch. Sara moves higher, drags her hands across the front of Ava's chest. She can already feel Ava's nipples against her palms, the points firm through the fabric of her extremely sensible t-shirt bra. "You feel so good," Sara mumbles against Ava's mouth.
"Missed you," Ava whispers. "So much."
"Missed you," Sara replies. "Gonna show you."
Ava whimpers to the affirmative. Ava's hands leave Sara's waist just long enough for Ava to pull her own t-shirt over her head and unclasp her bra. Sara takes the opportunity to work at Ava's trousers, unbuckling her belt and working her button and zipper down.
Bed. They need a bed.
Sara's only slept in this room two nights and she's not completely familiar with it yet; she needs to look over Ava's shoulder to figure out how close they are to the bed. She only has to walk Ava a few steps backward before they're there, right at the edge. Sara shoves Ava's shoulders and Ava lets herself be pushed, bounces onto her back on the bed with a grin that tells Sara she's figured out her plans.
Ava props herself up on her elbows, looking up while she watches Sara come to her. Sara who's still barefoot in her swimsuit and her goofy flamingo shirt and it's hardly fancy dress but she still tries to make a show of it. She undoes the knot at the bottom of her shirt as slowly as she can, letting the shirttails hang free. Ava licks her lips, makes a point of looking Sara's whole body up and down before she meets Sara's eyes in a challenge. "You were going to show me?" Ava asks.
Sara climbs onto the bed, on top of Ava. She slides both hands up Ava's belly, palming her breasts on the way down to kissing her. She's got her thigh fitted in between Ava's legs, and from her position on top she can angle it up against Ava's center. She rocks herself forward, is rewarded with Ava shivering underneath her and grinding down against her knee. Her desire is suddenly so obvious.
Sara's missed it so much.
She's missed Ava full of desire, missed seeing Ava spread out underneath her like this. Her mouth is practically watering; she can't wait to go down on Ava and feel her come, big and loud and wet against her face.
She kisses Ava, long and slow and deep, her tongue slipping against the roof of Ava's mouth. She somehow tastes even better when Sara's on top of her. Ava's arms sort of clutch at her back, and for a little while her movements are artless. But after a few moments she gets her bearing, and there's a rush of cold air against Sara's back as she slips Sara's shirt off of her shoulders.
Sara grins into Ava's mouth, releases Ava's breasts and mouth just long enough to allow herself to be undressed. She looks down at Ava, takes in the sight of her hair starting to fall out of her bun and fan around her shoulders. Ava's eyes are dark and her mouth is swollen from kissing and she's looking at Sara like she's the most important thing. Months ago, the intensity of her gaze would have made Sara shy away.
Tonight, it feels like exactly the intensity Sara wants; a perfect mirror to the way that she wants Ava. "You're beautiful," Ava whispers, running her hands along Sara's back. She's lingering at the back of her swimsuit top, fingertips looking for a clasp. "I miss your breasts."
It's such an Ava sort of thing, the word breasts instead of something less anatomical, and Sara probably shouldn't find it as charming as she does. "You want them?" Sara asks.
Ava nods.
Sara shifts, moves so that she's straddling Ava's waist and leans down, lowers her chest against Ava's face. Ava chuckles against Sara's sternum, presses soft kisses across the middle of her chest, then the tops of her breasts. She's finally figured out Sara's top; she slides her hands underneath the band and just lifts it up, lets Sara's tits spill out and press against her face.
Her head turns, and she takes one of Sara's nipples into her mouth and fuck, her tongue is the very best thing. It's unbelievable, the swirl of Ava's tongue around her nipple, the soft pressure of suction and the gentle scrape of her teeth and Sara can't believe she forgot about how much she liked this. Sara's cunt flexes in response to the contact and suddenly everything between her legs feels slick. She sighs out something, half-coherent and pleased, and Ava smiles against her skin.
Sara allows herself a few more minutes of pleasure, lets Ava work at her other breast until Sara's arousal is a slow, slippery throb. This feels good, even better than Sara remembered, but she doesn't want it yet. She wants to make Ava come first. She's trying to be in control, to treat Ava the way she deserves and here she is soaking herself just because Ava's kissing her tits. She takes a breath and pulls away.
Her swimsuit top is already pushed up so far that it would be silly not to just take it off, and Ava watches with her lower lip caught between her teeth as Sara undresses above her. That's more like it.
Sara slides her palm down Ava's chest, from her clavicle to her sternum, places it in between Ava's breasts. She can feel Ava's heartbeat, hammering fast, and the feel of it makes her smile. This is real, this is her Ava underneath her smiling up at her patient and loving and so, so eager.
Sara shuffles back down the bed a little, and leans down to use her mouth on Ava's breasts. They're just - they're amazing, beautiful and full and they deserve to be in Sara's mouth, that's the only way to describe it. She works her way across the underside of Ava's left side, moves up to the top of her breast where she likes being kissed the most. "You're so pretty," Sara whispers.
Ava opens her mouth, starts to say something in reply but Sara kisses it away. She presses her mouth to Ava's chest and kisses and suckles until Ava's groaning above her and there's a deep purple bruise blooming under Sara's tongue. "Gonna mark you up," Sara murmurs. "So everyone knows you're mine."
Ava shudders underneath her, hips rocking of their own accord and Sara's sure Ava's slick for her now, from the way she's moving. "Yes," Ava whispers.
Sara keeps going. She doesn't really have a plan to what she's saying but the words keep coming out. "Love the feel of you. Only you," Sara says, her voice low enough that it's almost a growl. "You're so real, so perfect."
Ava whimpers, rocks her hips again and when she speaks this time her voice is a high whine that's barely coherent. "Yours," Ava says as Sara leaves a fourth mark, a fifth. "Say I'm yours."
The sound of it is so hot that Sara almost bites Ava's nipple; she's caught off guard by the request and by how much it makes her body respond in kind. She kisses her way across Ava's chest to the top of her abdomen in between her breasts, leaves a long slow kiss there that turns into a deep red welt. "Mine," Sara says. "All mine."
There's some stuff to unpack there, maybe. About Ava and the fact that she's still struggling with the fact of being a clone but this isn't the time. This Ava is real, she's the only one Sara wants down to the wonky knee and the scar across her knuckles and the little mole on her hip.
Sara marks Ava up as tenderly and slowly as she can manage. She kisses a line from Ava's hipbones, as far as she can with Ava's trousers on and then she gets to her feet just long enough to slip her trousers and underwear off. They get stuck for a moment; Ava's still wearing shoes and Sara can't find the laces and it takes a bit of fumbling before both of Ava's legs are free and she's naked, spread out for Sara.
Sara leans in, kisses the inside of Ava's thigh experimentally. Her skin is even softer here than Sara remembered, delicate and private and only for Sara. She wants to mark her up here too, but she resists the urge and instead kisses a trail higher. She can smell Ava's arousal now, can see the way her outer lips are glistening and she can't wait to kiss them. Gently, she runs her index finger down the seam of Ava's lower lips, parting them just barely. Ava sighs above her, and her hips twitch. "Can I -" Sara starts to ask, but Ava cuts her off.
"Please, yes," Ava sighs. "Yes, please."
Sara moves forward, kneels in front of the bed. Ava's shoulders fit so nicely over hers, and this bed is the perfect height for Sara to just lean in and run her tongue across Ava, from top to bottom and then up again. Slowly, she slides her tongue in between Ava's lips, nuzzles until she makes contact with Ava's clit.
Ava responds immediately. She's got her hands fisted in the sheets already and at the feeling of Sara's tongue against her she pulls, tugging the sheets askew just a little bit. She cries out and Sara is struck with how much she loves this, how feminine and soft Ava's voice gets when Sara's between her legs. It's a different side of her, this sweetness, and it feels so precious that Sara gets to see it.
Sara starts to move her tongue, tracing little circles and shapes around and around until Ava's grinding down against her face and moaning. She whispers please again, breathlessly, and Sara holds Ava's hips down and runs her tongues across Ava's clit and there's not a single other thing she'd rather be doing. Ava tastes so good and she sounds so good above Sara and she's missed this more than she can really explain.
She's enjoying herself so much that she almost misses Ava's orgasm. She notices when Ava's hips go still, notices her arching up and grinding against Sara's mouth and it's not until Ava's come down, her moans sated and relaxed, that Sara breaks away from her cunt.
She looks up, and the view is just incredible: Ava spread out in front of her, her abdomen and tits the only parts of her visible until she sits up on her elbows to look at Sara. She's red-cheeked and her hair is in messy waves around her face and Sara just can't get enough. This is the best view.
Sara rests her chin against Ava's inner thigh, drags it across the skin there and leaves a slick line of Ava's arousal against her skin. Ava chuckles. "I forgot how good you are at that," Ava says.
Sara grins. Her mouth is still slick and salty from Ava's cunt and she licks her lips, says, "I could always do it again, if you think you need help remembering."
Ava's mouth sort of twists, like she's seriously considering taking Sara up on that offer. She closes her eyes and slumps back against the bed, and Sara can't see her face anymore. After a few moments, Sara runs an experimental fingertip across Ava's outer lips. She's rewarded with a sigh and a shiver, and then Ava's hand against her own. "Come up here," Ava says, laughing.
There's a part of Sara that still wants to settle in between Ava's legs for hours, but she wants to make sure it's what Ava wants more than that. She moves up the bed, and Ava's waiting for her open-armed. Her mouth is still a little wet with Ava's slickness but Ava doesn't seem to mind as she pulls Sara in for a kiss. She kisses all of herself off of Sara's mouth, holds Sara close with slow movements and heavy limbs.
Sara forgot about the fact that she missed this, too.
She forgot about missing the press of her naked skin against Ava's, the soft swell of her breasts and the way they fit in perfectly against Sara's chest. She forgot about the way Ava looks, the softness of her when she's happily sated. "I just need you here for a little while," Ava whispers. "Is that okay?"
"Of course," Sara whispers against Ava's collarbone.
There's a tenderness to this, Ava's arms welcoming and soft around her and Sara feels it in a couple of different ways. There's the emotional part of it, the way her heart feels like it's growing a size and the sense of safety when she's here in Ava's arms. But Sara also feels it between her legs, arousal sticky against her inner thighs and need suddenly flaring to life until she's almost aching with it. There's maybe something to work out there, but - not right now. Now is all about breathing through the desire throbbing between her legs, trying not to seem too eager because she doesn't want to take anything for granted with Ava, tonight.
Ava seems to sense it.
(Or maybe she just remembers, the rhythm of this familiar because it hasn't been that long since they dated, really.)
Ava who's still a little dreamy, that goofy-sated grin on her face, but the next time Sara moves in for a kiss Ava slides her hand in between their bodies. Her hand snakes down, past Sara's abdomen until it's just about where Sara needs it, cupping her between her legs. "What do you need?" Ava mumbles, her lips clumsy against Sara's.
Sara feels like her body is suddenly humming with desire, every part of her just desperate to grind down against Ava's hand and beg. She needs Ava to touch her, she needs to feel Ava's fingers inside her and Ava's tongue against her clit and she needs to have one more chance to experience just how good Ava can be to her.
It feels like too much, to say that out loud. She clears her throat, takes a shaky inhale to collect her thoughts but it doesn't buy her quite enough time. Before she can figure out what to say, Ava presses her hand upward. She still fits perfectly there, the heel of her hand rocking against Sara's clit while her fingertips curl against her entrance, teasing at the idea of it. Sara groans and gives in. Her hips grind against Ava's palm and it feels delicious, flutters of sensation radiating from her clit inwards, pleasure building inside her cunt. If it's possible, Sara feels like she's even wetter than before. She rocks again, feels the slide of her labia against each other, thinks about how her wetness is starting to coat Ava's fingertips and she finally knows what to say. "You. I need you."
Ava rocks her hand against Sara once more. Sara feels sweet pressure over her clit that's beautiful, perfect before it dissipates and Ava rocks her hand backward, the tips of her fingers teasing closer to her entrance. She wants Ava to fuck her. Wants to sink down onto her hand until all she can think about is the feel of Ava filling her up, she's missed it more than she can properly express right now. Her eyes are shut and she doesn't think she has any more words to say; she thinks as hard as she can at Ava to figure her out, to fuck her just right.
Ava rocks her hand again and whispers, "I've missed you so much."
Sara's doing her best to formulate a reply when Ava shifts underneath her, plants her feet and rolls and when Sara opens her eyes she's on her back on the bed with Ava looking down at her. She laughs, guides Ava's hand back to its place between her thighs. "Me too," she mumbles because that's all she can manage right now.
Ava keeps her hand there, hovering against Sara as she starts to kiss a path down the side of Sara's neck, across her chest. She lingers with each kiss until it pinches, leaving marks that are unsubtle and Sara doesn't mind one bit. She's mostly just waiting, beside herself with desire and with the way that every single one of Ava's touches hits her between her legs.
Ava mouths at Sara's breast, takes her nipple into her mouth and swirls her tongue around and Sara feels it so strongly that her hips buck down against Ava's hand again. Sara's just so wet, she wants this so much and she can hear herself moaning for it, as Ava moves to Sara's other breast and then lower.
Ava slides her fingertips in between Sara's lower lips. It's delicious. Sara can feel Ava's fingers slip down into the slickness of her cunt, teasing at her entrance more deliberately. Ava's touch moves higher, dragging that slickness up to Sara's clit, circling around the hood of it and then she finds it with her fingertip, presses down and it's overwhelming in the best possible way. Sara cries out and feels her inner walls flex, that wanting high inside even stronger than before.
"You're so wet for me," Ava whispers, a note of wonder in her voice. "How did you get so wet for me?"
Sara hopes the question is rhetorical because she's not answering, not with Ava's index finger rocking back and forth against her clit as Ava settles herself between Sara's legs in a familiar position. Sara can feel her legs shaking with desire, and then Ava's hands warm and reassuring against her thighs as she presses Sara down onto the bed and replaces that fingertip with her tongue.
She laps at Sara's clit with slow, deliberate strokes, dragging her tongue across from bottom to top. It's designed to be teasing, not enough pressure or friction to make Sara come and she's so far gone that she can't help but whimper in frustration, her hand against the top of Ava's head. "What do you need?" Ava asks. The words are a little muffled, and Sara can feel Ava's breath against her cunt hot and teasing as she speaks.
"You," Sara sighs. "You on me and inside me."
"Alright," Ava whispers.
Ava dips her head back down, and suddenly her tongue is against Sara's clit again and she's doing exactly what Sara likes, lapping against her with these fast little swirls and Sara sighs into the feel of it. It's been weeks but it feels like longer; she doesn't know how she's managed to go this long without Ava's mouth between her legs.
It feels so good, and Sara lets herself lay back and just experience it for a while. Ava's tongue is perfect and skilled and Sara can feel the beginnings of her orgasm start to build inside of her. It's almost like pressure, deep and high and she knows that she could come like this but her body is full of wanting, aching to be filled up as well.
She doesn't know if she can say something. Doesn't know if she's too far gone to speak because she almost feels like it, her breath coming faster and her eyes shut but she wants, hopes Ava knows that she wants.
Sara doesn't know how Ava knows the right moment, all she knows is that as soon as she thinks it Ava's fingertips are there, teasing at her entrance again and gently stretching her out. Sara's hips rock down, rubbing her clit against Ava's mouth and while she tries get purchase against her fingers, silently begging to be fucked. She's being loud, her moans breathy and high in her throat but she doesn't care. Not when Ava's doing that, not when there's a chance that she could get all of what she wants.
Suddenly, Ava increases the pace of her tongue and slides her fingers home, down to the knuckle inside Sara and it's unbelievable. Sara moans out loud again, wanton and obvious and she doesn't care. All she cares about is that Ava knows how good she feels right now.
Ava fucks into Sara slowly, her hands and tongue moving in time, and it's exactly what Sara's been missing. It's delicious, intimate and familiar and Sara's missed this like a physical ache, this way of experiencing Ava.
It doesn't take long before that pressure in Sara's cunt builds to breaking. She feels it happen, that sensation building and blooming and suddenly her orgasm rushes over her like a wave, a beautiful release against Ava's mouth and around Ava's hand. She can hear herself cry out, feels her hips shudder and her inner walls flex over and over, the resistance of Ava's fingers precisely the right thing to draw her release out for what feels like minutes.
When Sara finally settles, her whole body feels boneless and endorphin-giddy. Her hand is still on Ava's head and she can feel Ava's hair tangled around her fingertips. This is exactly where she wanted tonight to end. She doesn't know what she did to get this lucky.
Ava's fingers sliding out of her provokes another few shudders, one final satisfied sigh. Sara has just enough energy to roll onto her side as Ava moves up the bed and wraps herself around Sara's back.
Sara's not usually the type to fall asleep afterward, but she can feel herself start to relax in a way that feels like drifting towards sleep. She tries to force her eyes open, cuddles backward into Ava's front. Ava's arm slides around her waist and Sara holds it there, both arms clumsily keeping her near. "You gonna stay?" Sara whispers.
She kicks a little, manages to get the duvet to slide down far enough that she can tuck her feet underneath it and pull it on top of them.
Ava laughs, helps adjust the covers around them both. "As long as you'll have me," she whispers against Sara's shoulder.
Her voice still sounds a little tentative, but so sweet and earnest that Sara feels it curl around her heart. She's so in love, Sara sees that now. They both are - have always been. "You're gonna stay a long time, then," Sara mumbles drowsily.
"Good," Ava replies.
The last thing Sara remembers before she falls asleep is the feeling of Ava's mouth against her shoulder, the surety of being in her arms.
Ava's there in the morning. Sara wakes up with Ava's arm around her waist, Ava's legs tangled in between her own.
It feels like a beginning. It feels like they're going to be alright.