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Teach Me How to Love Smut Meme

You probably know how to have sex. The motions and mechanics are intrinsic, even if you aren't terribly good or experienced at them. But do you know how to make love? Those are two incredibly different things.

Perhaps this is your first time in general, or you very easily could have had no love to spare before. Cold, rough, love-em-and-leave-em, inopportune...no matter what the case was, those times weren't ripe for any affection. Now, though, it's different, and you're not exactly sure how to respond. You want to make your partner feel amazing. You just don't know the best way to go about it. A little direction from them is needed, and you're intent on your goal enough that you can swallow your pride and ask - "teach me how to love."

You may even be teaching each other.

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[ Haaaa. Fancy seeing you again so soon. ]

[ oh hi there. Not going to lie, I was hoping you'd see this... ]

[ don't mind me. smiling like a fool.
here have a starter, that can wind its way to things. ]

Sara waited until she got to her own room to pull her shirt across her shoulder. Baring her whole shoulder to the small mirror on the wall, and looking at the shallow line of her newest scar in the mirror across from her. A splotched red at such an incongruent angle with the pain she didn't really feel. Could tell was there, but was still adjusting to not having to listen to, to even acknowledge existed at all. A detail like daylight, she could just forget.

That wasn't at all why she looked at it.

She rubbed a finger at it, like that made it real.

But it made the lips of the girl in the mirror looking at it press.
She'd earned it. She'd been too slow. She wouldn't make that mistake again tomorrow.

Nyssa knew she was being hard on the newest addition to the league but something inside of her told her the girl could take it.

She still didn't fully understand why her father had sent her to Lian Yu on that day of all days. Had he known what she would find there? Had he been trying to bring Sara into the fold? Part of her doubted that, he seemed very ill tempered toward her which once again begged the question, why her? Why that day?

She had felt something, even seeing the woman half drowned, so weak and close to death she could see the strength in her and...something she couldn't quite put her finger on and still struggled with. So, she worked with her, put her faith in her and trusted that tough love would make her stronger, faster, a better assassin and for some reason, that's all Nyssa wanted for her.

However, after this particular training session, Nyssa couldn't help but wonder if she had perhaps gone a bit too far with her new recruit and after much self deliberation, decided to go check on her, at least make sure she was still alive.

"Ta-er al-Sahfer." She called, her voice booming and authoritative as she knocked on the door belonging to the blonde before opening the door and entering. "That's going to be a nasty bruise." She said as she spotted the injury. "You will have quite the scar as well though, you may want to make up some other story as to how you got it, hard to brag about a scar you received during training." She smiled softly "I have given a lot of scars during training however..."

She's not expecting it. That much shows likely in how fast she snaps to almost rigid as her new name booms out and then her door is open and if it could be anyone else, maybe it'd go less like it does. Sara's hand trying to drop the shoulder of her shirt like it burned her, like she's been caught doing something she shouldn't. Hands dropping and shoulders going rigid and cheeks getting a betrayed edge of color in less than a second.

She knows it's barely a scratch compared to what will come in this year, the next. The eventual missions. She's seen the bodies of the people in training matches. In various states of healing from the fights and murders and assignments, they return home from. It doesn't make it not new. For her. And if it could be anyone other than Nyssa to see it, it would be easier.

"It's fine." Stumbles out of her mouth, too fast, eyes averting out of habit she's still barely managing to get used to. "I'm fine."

If there was anyone in this place she wanted less to see her in some state of less than acclimation, especially after having to be nursed back to health, and being the only person on the face of the planet to laugh at his father while she was being threatened with death and damnation or a vow of loyalty. She just wanted it to look right in front of her at least. Like she wasn't going to mess this up and dishonor the whole of Nyssa saving her.

Teach me

Nyssa Al Ghul -Arrowverse F/F

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