( at the very least, sara thinks, she'll be in the clear when — if? — the three of them ever end up falling asleep; there's an awful lot of power, being in the middle. maybe in the middle of the night, she'll just so happen to stretch enough and kick one of them out of the bed. hell, maybe she'll kick them both out of the bed, savor every inch of the glorious double bed.
mick's probably on her hit list first, considering the way the lazy drag of his nails against her skin makes her squirm against the two of them a little. it's rude. as is his implication that she and leonard owe him something. that smile mick wears is Telling, reminds her a hell of a lot of one he wore when sipping fruity drinks on the beach in eudio, a substitute for aruba, and sara gives him a Look.
but then there's leonard, looking down at her expectantly; she turns her head so she can meet his gaze through the dim light filtering through the blinds, an incredulous kind of smile creeping at the corners of her mouth. god, this is ridiculous. )
If anything, I think Mick owes us an apology for not inviting us in the first place.
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mick's probably on her hit list first, considering the way the lazy drag of his nails against her skin makes her squirm against the two of them a little. it's rude. as is his implication that she and leonard owe him something. that smile mick wears is Telling, reminds her a hell of a lot of one he wore when sipping fruity drinks on the beach in eudio, a substitute for aruba, and sara gives him a Look.
but then there's leonard, looking down at her expectantly; she turns her head so she can meet his gaze through the dim light filtering through the blinds, an incredulous kind of smile creeping at the corners of her mouth. god, this is ridiculous. )
If anything, I think Mick owes us an apology for not inviting us in the first place.