bakerstreet | sneaking around!

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sneaking around!

SNEAKING around

Get the adrenaline pumping and your best game plan in motion, because you've got to be sneaky about your sexcapades. Whether you just like to take advantage of inopportune moments, like fucking before battles or in tight spaceship cockpits or when you have company, your relationship is...not opportune, or you two simply like to abscond during the in-between moments you have together, you'll soon learn to appreciate the fine art of intrigue and being covert.

HOW to PLAY

Information, preferences, limits, ideas, you know all the drills.
Do a thread.

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((Why hallo there. Any verse you'd like to play with? Or any scenario?))

[ Teen!AU probably definitely would not, agreed?
~~Unless it's Oliver, and you have no clue how white on rice I'd be for that option anywhere someday, too.~~

Though, also, Mick is absolutely an option for sudden explosion opinions in Current Canon is actually because of FEELINGS that have been growing for two years through everything? And why are you doing this to yourself, making yourself smaller, pretending it's all okay? And wait, why is this really actually making me mad at you that you are? Annnd you should probably totally watch through last night before answering.]

((I am 1000% down for canon current and feelings exploding all over the place. Yes. This. Because what he sees? He doesn't like.

To borrow a phrase - she deserves better.))

Edited 2018-12-04 04:40 (UTC)

{hi?)

[ o.m.g. 100% yes. let us do this. ]

"I forgot to to tell you, I enjoy what you've done with the place." Nyssa said with a smile as she raked her fingers lovingly through the soft blonde hair of her beloved Sara Lance. "You're settling quite well here, and your training has been phenomenal. You are quite the assassin miss Lance." she laughed, cuddling closer to the other woman, once again counting her lucky stars to have found her in that ocean, half drowned and starving.

"It feels like fate no?" She asked softly "Me finding you in that water, taking you in..." She leaned over and kissed the blonde's forehead softly.

Sara meant maybe to look to the room at all, but it didn't happen as her eyes half-lidded for the second as her hair was stroked, and then lips were pressed against her forehead. It's a room. It's what she was given. It's what she made of it, as she's earned her place, passing through the ranks, and while it's important, preeminent importance even, it is nothing next to this feel.

The trill of warmth that suffuses her chest at the light kiss. Nyssa.
It's still heady, and so new, and so very much seemingly impossible.

Her savior from the Amazo. And Lian Yu. Washed up by the very ocean again into new hands. That brought her back to life, and another new life. And love. Love was not something she thought was anyone in the cards. After Oliver being impossibly alive. Lost again. And the League on the blade's edge of a threat to her death that Ras meant. Ras's youngest daughter and the only heir currently standing directly in the long centuries of his shadow.

Everyday stay always only a hairsbreadth from every challenge, the promise of missions to come.
Death to anyone who dares question, dares deny, dares to consider escape.

Not that escape is anywhere near her thoughts when Sara has to raise hand to let fingers touch the ever so beautiful cheek of the woman next to her. Those dark eyes and dark eyes, darker than the shadows of this place, and so beautiful. To even be granted the grace of being lost in them, even if it's so new. Even this. Her. A woman.

Fate was a fickle, unpredictable thing for Sara, but it could have done so much worse. (Had.)
When she has to push up and kiss her lightly, something half-question and half-demand.
Her lips quirk to faint smile pulling away, "It could very much be worse."

Nyssa let a happy sigh and her eyes fell closed as Sara's fingers fell on her cheek, the gentle touch doing more for her than any other action ever had. She couldn't believe a random trip to a deserted island would warrant her this, a beautiful woman who has captured her heart in so many different ways. And while her father didn't seem to have the same love for Sara as she did, Nyssa didn't care. He would come around or she would do what she had to do to protect the woman she loved from him.

She loved how quickly Sara had taken to this life, the ease at which she took her father's challenges and mastered them in mere hours. She was eager to please, to become on of them but what no one but Nyssa saw was that really the one person Sara was trying to impress was her which, she really didn't have to do because Nyssa was already head over heels for the blonde and nothing would ever change that.

"It could be." She replied once the soft kiss had broken, the soft smile not leaving her lips as it rarely did whenever her beloved was around. "But I promise you, as long as I live, I will make absolute sure that it never does." She leaned down to press another soft kiss to the other woman's lips. "No matter what my father or anyone else may say or do, I will be with you Sara Lance, now and forever."

Sara almost doesn't know what to do with those words, with that idea,
with the fierceness of the sincerity of them said to her by Nyssa.

Even in this place of sharp edges and blacker corners and unhesitating violence, it was so much more than she'd heard even once working on the Amazo. Learning and then doing whatever Ivo required of her just to stay alive, but never truly sure, never truly safe, aware he might always be a day away for sacrificing her for his means if he needed to, too.

If a secret league of assassins was a stretch to boggle the mind even after Lian Yu and the Mirakuru -- and even more that she was now sworn into it for the rest of her life -- Nyssa was beyond even that. Maybe not being saved by her -- she'd been saved by more than one person now (maybe enough times she was beginning to have deep-seated opinions about not wanting to need anyone to save her ever again) but the fact this beautiful, dangerous, fierce woman had somehow decided to love her?

Used words like now and forever with the same unwavering certain she spoke of everything else?
Not like it was a passing fancy, a small delight, a lark, but like it really was those words?

She let her fingers slide back to brush along a curl of Nyssa's hair. So perfect.
"There will probably be people who won't like that." Once it is fully known.

Maybe it's supposed to sound more speculative that it does. Maybe it meant to be light or teasing, but there's a true solemnity in it, somewhere in those so very light ocean blue eyes of hers. She hasn't been here long compared to most of the people who have trained most of their lives, and she did not come by any of the normal paths. She knows the wrinkles it presents in her training, in those who challenge her, in the ruffles it makes when she can beat some of those who already don't expect it of her.

"I do not care." She answered, her voice steady and calm, meaning every single word "I am the daughter of the demon, heir to Ra's Al Ghul and the demons head, nobody can tell me what to do or who to love." Her voice softened at the last part, suddenly wondering if she had ever told Sara she loved her. She had obviously let her know in other ways, small gestures and soft words however, she wasn't quite sure she had ever said those three words specifically. Not that she cared really, she wasn't one who found themselves embarrassed easily and when it came to Sara, she was quite open about pretty much everything.

"And I love you Sara, I never thought I would say that to anyone and yet here we are. With you I feel more alive than I ever have, more of myself." She smiled softly, fingers brushing Sara's soft cheek, looking deep into those blue pools she so often found herself becoming lost in.

It's beyond enviable. That fierce certainty. The absolute unwaveringness Nyssa speaks with. Like the whole world would not, could not, dare stand in her way, and Sara has to wonder if she's ever spoken a single word in her life with that kind of confidence. At once damning anyone who defied her, and absolutely willing to back up the challenge of any even slightest question with deadly force.

Which is before you even get to the words.

The words that get stuck in Sara. Somewhere between her ears and the cage of her chest. That makes her fingers go for a moment still in Nyssa's hair, even as her heart feels like her heart is shouting in the silent surprise. It'd been enough to be even a consideration, a goal of worthiness of the attention of her even.

To prove she wasn't some helpless orphan to drown here.
Not anymore than the ocean had managed to actually kill her.

But love? Love?

Love that hadn't so much done anything for her life in the last few years but put her on two different boats that both broke under her, trying to take her out with each. The words feel stuck, paralyzing, so far beyond deserved, more than dared to ever even dream, even when she's nodding, her throat so tight but unable to breathe anyway, even when she shifts into that touch like flowers must turn toward sunshine. Like there's no other way in the world to move but toward it.

Having to catch Nyssa's fingers with her own hand, even as she just keeps them there, pressed to her cheek, her lips. Impossible, so so impossible, and yet somehow possible, in this the most unlikely of places, of turns of her life.

It didn't bother Nyssa that Sara didn't return the sentiment, she was confident in the blondes feelings for her just by the actions she had shown, the care she took during their intimate times together, those spoke volumes.

This was a first for her, being intimate with anyone was a strange phenomena. Most people usually found her too intimidating both on her own merits and who her father was. Sure she had sexual relationships here and there but she would never consider them as intimate, and she would especially never compare them to anywhere near what she felt for Sara.

She smiled again as she felt Sara's fingers move against her own, unable to help herself, she leaned forward and gave the other woman another gentle kiss.

The words are a tangle, but Sara always has been better at action in that regard to every part of her life. It doesn't even feel like a choice, but something absolutely undeniable in her, that she has to scoot closer, has to let go of Nyssa's fingers to slide her own fingers slide in that inky, soft hair, and kiss Nyssa slightly harder, for longer this time.

To push up, and push Nyssa down, not wanting to stop kissing her. Not wanting to think about air, and words, and solvency as something that can only be made with sound. Because there is so much she doesn't know how to say yet, in English or Mandarin, and she doesn't think any of it is as simple as two or three words anymore.

She doesn't think she is anymore.

Not after Lian Yu. Not after even her first year here.

Living isn't for the weak, and there are more rules here than ever there.
But she knows its so much more than that, maybe even more than any words she has currently.

((OOC: open to cross canon?))

(always willing to try, and i've at least watched young justice)

[A Bucky good?]

[ I blame you existing. ]

Sara's supposed to be studying. Arguably, at least.

She is staring at the text book, but she probably hasn't been focused for at least the last minute and a half now. Since she could hear Oliver's voice downstairs suddenly. When it's really taking all her focus to stay where she is. Trying not to smile. There is a book. She wasn't lying about the fact. When she turned up at the Queen doorway, backpack and text books.

Saying that she'd gotten Oliver to agree she could 'pester him about her business-statistics homework, again, it just really makes no sense at all, I'm really kind of hopeless' once he got back.

It's absolutely not -- and by that absolutely -- necessary that she decided to kick off her shoes and read her homework in the middle of Oliver's bed. Stomach on the bed. Arms crossed in front of her open book, bare feet in the air crossed at her ankles. A pen, that had been tapping against her lips as she'd reread the line about corporate billing requirements a million time, coming to rest there.

Listening for the footsteps she can't hear coming, because of all the carpets and all the space in this huge house, even as her mouth was trying hard not to smile. Trying, and failing. But trying none the less. Listening. Trying not to smile. Trying to hold still. Totally not even seeing the words on the page.

Edited 2018-12-04 17:17 (UTC)