[ He can always trust Sara to tell it to him straight. She's never really danced around something with him. Which has always been good for him. Because subtle from women has never been Steve's strong suit. It's really only when a woman smacks him over the head with something that he catches on. Sara's always been very literal. She has the tendency to use actions more than words and he appreciates it. Mostly when she's hinting about sex just because he doubts he'd catch what she was saying fast enough. It's better with complete honesty.
The coloring of her cheeks actually makes Steve smile. Because it's not something he sees that often. He learned very quickly that Sara Lance was not a woman that blushed very often. Certainly not at her own remarks or the ones that Steve would make to her. Seeing it now is very exciting. It leaves Steve smiling like a fool as he watches her. Savoring this moment that the two of them have stepped into together. Somehow very different from any of the other times they spent together.
She's ice. Or maybe he's just a furnace. Bursting with heat. It's a lot. A top couple of his buttons of his shirt are undone. They have been for a while. The only way for him to circulate air. Maybe the bottom button of his shirt as well. But he's pretty sure that Sara won't take offense to it. Not when she says that and it leaves a roaring heat deep in his belly. ]
You feel like ice.
[ He reaches out to his other hand on her thigh. Giving it a gentle squeeze as his other hand comes up to her shoulder. His fingers drag up to her neck. ]
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The coloring of her cheeks actually makes Steve smile. Because it's not something he sees that often. He learned very quickly that Sara Lance was not a woman that blushed very often. Certainly not at her own remarks or the ones that Steve would make to her. Seeing it now is very exciting. It leaves Steve smiling like a fool as he watches her. Savoring this moment that the two of them have stepped into together. Somehow very different from any of the other times they spent together.
She's ice. Or maybe he's just a furnace. Bursting with heat. It's a lot. A top couple of his buttons of his shirt are undone. They have been for a while. The only way for him to circulate air. Maybe the bottom button of his shirt as well. But he's pretty sure that Sara won't take offense to it. Not when she says that and it leaves a roaring heat deep in his belly. ]
You feel like ice.
[ He reaches out to his other hand on her thigh. Giving it a gentle squeeze as his other hand comes up to her shoulder. His fingers drag up to her neck. ]
I definitely don't think I should stop.