dark_ages | landing party ( for thecanarylives )

landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[ He comes to with his head pounding, his vision blurred, and a persistent ringing in his ears. It takes him a while-- a good while, maybe seconds or maybe minutes, to even regain his vision properly, and to take in his surroundings. He's in a shuttle, which is completely wrecked, panels broken and burnt, wires hanging from everywhere, sparks going off and small fires here or there. They're also tilted forward slightly, so he can feel his weight pushing against the belts keeping him strapped to his chair. He looks beyond the window and he sees a lush forest just outside, trees and blue skies as far as the eye can see. It'd be pretty if not for the fact that they've clearly crashed on the planet they were supposed to land on.

Shit. Holy shit, they crashed. How the fuck did they crash? Leonard just wanted to gather some samples from the surface, it didn't even warrant a landing party bigger than two people, how the fuck did they end up like this?

That thought gets his brain into gear. Because he's not alone. He looks over to find Sara passed out, though at least thankfully still strapped to her seat. He lets out a shuddered breath, trying not to panic as he struggles to undo his own safety belt. ]

Sara!! Come on, you piece of shi-- [ His panicked grousing is cut off as his belt comes undone, and he just barely manages to brace himself against the controls rather than slam right into them. Head still spinning, he nevertheless forces himself to stumble towards her, looking her over briefly for possible injuries before he cups her face, trying to wake her up. ] Sara. Hey, can you hear me? Come on, open your eyes...

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[ She grins up at him, shrugging innocently and hugging him tight up against her. ]

Maybe just a little scandal. Something your Ma should definitely not know about... [ She chuckles, tugging playfully at the drawstring of his pants. ]

Well, [ He starts, looking down as she tugs at the string. ] That does sound very tempting...

[ They did wrap up dinner pretty fast, so they have plenty of time still. He's certainly not opposed to doing something other than sleep. ]

[ She’s pretty sure her morning schedule isn’t all that taxing, and it’s not like they’ve just partied late into the night. Chuckling at his response, she nudges him onto his back and rolls on top of him, sitting up and tugging the hem of oversized shirt up her thighs. ]

You sure? Wouldn’t wanna put you out, Doc.

[ He lets himself get pushed onto his back, lips curling when she sits on him. His hands rest on her thighs, moving idly up and down. ]

I'm sure you can think of some way to make it up to me.

[ She grins down at him, hiking the shirt up to her hips. Shifting back a little so she can straddle his hips, she settles herself against his lap, letting her hands rest against his as he drags up and down her thighs. ]

Hope so. Last time I checked, you weren’t a hard man to please.

And here I thought you liked me hard.

[ He grins cheekily at her. Yeah, it's a cheap ass joke but he is sticking to it. Besides, she's half-naked in his bed, sure some bad jokes won't scare her off. Just in case it might cross her mind, he slips his fingers up to her underwear, plucking gently at the elastic. ]

Never said I didn’t.

[ She chuckles, shaking her head at the joke. He’s lucky he’s cute even when he’s making bad puns.

Grinning when he tugs at her underwear, she straightens and pulls the cotton of his old Academy shirt up and over her head, tossing it on a nearby chair. ]

This how you like me?

[ He sucks in a soft breath as she takes off her shirt, hands slipping up her sides idly. His fingers find some of the scars at the small of her back, tracing gently over them. ]

You do make for quite the view, yeah.

[ She smiles softly at the brush of his fingers, leaning down and taking his head in both her hands. Her kiss is soft, teasing, sweet - lips playing lightly against his at first before she dips her head in to deepen it, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. ]

[ His head tips immediately to meet that kiss, his hands going up her back, tracing over the rest of her scars on the way. One of his legs folds just to push her up that hint closer to him, thigh pressing between her legs in more of a suggestive way than an outright stimulus. She is more than welcome to grind down against him, though. ]

[ She sighs into his kiss, pressing a trail down his jaw, his neck, hands pushing the fabric of his shirt up his stomach and chest.

As his leg shifts between hers, she’s only too happy to let herself grind down on his thigh, the cotton of his pants and the silk of her underwear giving her good friction to start. ]

[ He feels her tugging his shirt up, and he pauses everything he's doing for a moment to get it off and toss it out of the way. There, one less thing to worry about. Then he goes back to touching her.

Even if there's no friction between his own legs, just feeling her grind down against him is enough to make his breath stutter, leg moving so his thigh's pushing back between her legs. One of his hands rounds her torso to tease one of her breasts, while the other dips down to slip under the fabric of her underwear, covering an ass cheek in a gentle grip. ]

[ She lets her hands drag down his chest, his stomach, hips rocking in slow, easy movements as she nudges the hem of his pants down his hips a bit.

Leaning her chest into the warmth of his grip, she sighs softly and lets her hand stroke over the bulge in his pants, gripping him through the cotton. Shooting a smile down at him, she starts to stroke him gently to the rhythm of her hips. ]

[ He closes his eyes and wiggles his hips just slightly when she tugs the fabric down just a bit, letting out a sigh. A little smile settles on his lips when he thinks— damn, he's missed this. They only did get that one night (and morning), and he hadn't even thought through about how they hadn't done much of anything since.

His eyes peel open again when she cups him over his pants, gasping and his hips bucking up towards that touch. The hand on her breast plays with her nipple, catching it lightly between thumb and index, giving it just a teasing flick and pinch, while his other hand roams the skin of her ass and thigh, little by little nudging down her panties, exposing more of her without actually getting them off. ]

[ That night they'd shared together seems a hell of a lot farther back than she'd like to admit, and the more he drags his hands over her skin, teases and prods playfully, affectionately at her, the more she realizes how much she's missed it. Not just the sex, or the promise of it - something in the warmth of his touch, the way he looks at her.

Not to mention that he somehow seems to know just how to touch her to really get her going. Her nipples respond immediately to his teasing, hard against his fingertips as she shifts her hips to grind harder into his thigh.

Hand still giving him slow, easy strokes through his pants, she leans down to press another kiss to his lips, slow and sweet and lingering as she slips her hand between his pants and his underwear. Slightly less friction now that the cotton's out of the way, but just enough of a barrier to keep teasing him, squeezing gently at his balls, stroking up and down his length. ]

[ She certainly seems to know just how to touch him to drive him crazy too, so at least in that they can match up pretty easily. Just as he makes her nipple harden with such a simple touch, so does she make him groan and arch beneath her when she rubs her palm along his clothed length, panting softly as he tries to part his legs a little wider to invite that touch.

His hand on her panties in the meantime tugs them down her thighs, getting them down just enough that he doesn't have to wiggle around at all in order to slip his hand between her legs from the front, eyes locked on hers as he drags his fingertips past her folds, teasing her slowly. ]

[ They're both far too good at getting the other riled up, and it's a wonder it's been so long since they've managed to do it again.

Still, they've come a long way since the last time. And as fun as a drunken stumble and a morning rendezvous can be, it's nice to be able to take their time with each other. Explore each other in a different way.

She meets his gaze, letting out a breath at the gentle teasing of his fingers. Squeezing at the base of his cock through his underwear, she tips her hips up to him, already aching for more. To goad him there, she lets her hand maneuver its way into the front of his underwear, tugging his cock out into the open air and trailing her fingertips up and down his length. ]

[ It does feel slower than just screwing while drunk, even if the morning after was pretty fantastic. This seems a lot more intimate, predictably something that Leonard very much appreciates.

He wets his lips and takes a slow breath as she reaches into his boxers to pull out his cock, letting the air out with a shuddered sigh. His hips shift eagerly towards that touch, while his fingers run up her slit, teasing at her clit briefly before he's going back down to her opening, rubbing against her sensitive flesh in long, thorough strokes of his fingers. ]

[ That morning after definitely was one for the books, but even then it seems like they were still relative strangers. Mostly due to her own hangups, but now that she's allowing herself this - something real, something meaningful... already it feels different.

She shudders at that brief tease to her clit, palming the head of his cock simultaneously before she continues to stroke him to the same lazy, easy rhythm he's giving her.

Kissing a trail down his jaw, she shifts off him so she's kneeling at his side, pushing his pants and underwear further down his hips as she presses a few kisses down his chest. Licking a light trail down his stomach, she casts a glance over at him, smirking and giving him another few strokes before dragging her tongue over the head of his cock. ]

[ He nearly whines when she gets off of him, forcing him to move his hand away from her, but not for long. Once she settles on her knees next to him, he moves his hand around to slip down the back of her panties, fingers again sliding along the cleft and through her folds, continuing to gently stroke her but from behind this time.

His hips shift and raise just to help her tug down the fabric a bit more, letting out a relieved breath once he's a little freer from the confines of his clothing. Lips parted, he looks down to watch her as she bends lower, then swipes that hot, lovely tongue across the head of his cock, immediately pulling a low groan from him. ]

God, Sara...

[ The loss of his touch between her legs, even for a moment, sends an ache shivering up her spine, but it's not long until he's found her again. At this angle, at least she has free range to do what she wants with him and keep the gentle tease and prod of his fingertips, already pulling arousal from her.

Once she gets the hem of his pants down his thighs, she glances over to catch his gaze, grinning at the low groan he gives her from her teasing. Dragging her fist slowly up and down his length, she dips her head down to suckle gently on his head, lips and tongue dragging gently over the sensitive flesh. ]

[ His breaths turn into audible pants as she pours her attention on him, her hand working him in tight strokes, her mouth going down on him again. A moan leaves him, loud and sharp, head rolling back and hips shifting as he struggles not to just buck them up against her.

In turn his fingers pick up their pace, pushing deeper and harder into her, going faster as he curls them inside her. His other hand combs through her hair, gentle and encouraging. ]

[ She hums softly in concert with the moan he gives her, a low drawl in her throat that vibrates across his skin. Tongue lapping out to drag down the length of him, she suckles gently on his balls a moment before licking back up to suck on his tip again.

Hissing as his fingers start to work more insistently in and out of her, she tenses and shudders with the curl of his fingers, groaning on his skin again and bobbing her head to take more of him into her mouth, inch by inch while her fist works the rest of his length to the same rhythm he's giving her. ]

[ The way her mouth works over him is giving him all kinds of ideas. Well, one specific idea, to be honest, although it's been forever since he's done that and frankly he doesn't know whether he'll even manage it well enough. He definitely wants to give it a try, though.

Groaning when she takes a little more of his cock into her mouth, he gently pulls his fingers out and nudges at her inner thigh, as though coaxing her closer to him. ]

Get your knees on both sides of my head, [ he coaxes a bit breathlessly, knowing she will easily put two and two together and figure out what he's going for. ]

[ Groaning against his skin when she feels his fingers slip out from between her folds, she shoots him a quizzical look, a slow grin growing on her lips when she realizes what he's thinking.

Carefully, still stroking a fist up and down his length, she crawls up and swings a leg over his head, lowering her hips down so they're hovering above his face. Pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, she takes him into her mouth again, picking up the same slow, teasing pace of her hands and lips and tongue. ]

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