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lost in time.

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Honestly, it's impressive enough that Luther's lasted as long as he did — likely a testament to his absolute stubborness and strength of will, his ability to weather pain seeming to translate to hanging on through pleasure, too. Mostly. He's slumped back against the headboard now while Sarah's sprawled over him like he's a human mattress, her small body stretched across his broad chest. He's breathing shallowly, feeling wrung-out and pleasantly sated like he's been running for miles; he grins back down at her a little goofily, one huge arm draped over the small of her back.

Because she's right: now that they've crossed that boundary, you can't unring that bell. He can't unthink Sarah naked and writhing over him, the taste of her mouth. Why had he waited so long? God, he's an idiot.

"We are," he says. "I'd— I'd like that."

After all: they have so much time to kill, right? And somehow, miraculously, he's wound up stuck with someone who he actually clicks with, even complete opposites as they are. Someone who can break down those walls and drag him out through them.

"Thanks for, uh. Being patient with me."

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Humming a laugh through her smile, Sarah closes her eyes and lays her head back down on his massive chest. His arm feels heavy and comforting slung over the small of her back and his solidity beneath her makes it feel safe to be a little bit vulnerable. Inherently, she is, not just because she's nude and he's mostly not, but because she's not really a cuddler after sex. Sarah just gets the impression that he is and between that and catching her breath again, this seems to kill two birds with one stone.

"Believe me, it was worth it, my darling," Sarah assures him, opening her eyes again and tilting her head so that she can look back up at him once more. "Feel a bit better now that we've knocked several weeks worth of sexual tension out of the way, finally?" she asks, a playful lilt slipping into her words.

There are more questions she wants to ask, like does he finally believe that she's attracted to him or is he just so glad to have finally gotten laid that he's willing to let himself pretend that she is whether he believes it to be true or not? Sarah doesn't ask. She does, however, shimmy her way up his body, moaning a soft pout of upset when she can feel him, soft and spent, slip out of her as she does so.

Sarah kisses him, long and slow, and when she pulls back, she looks him in the eye, a small smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. "Aren't you glad I'm incorrigible?" she asks, that little smile turning into a mischievous smirk.

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He snorts, a ripple of small laughter beneath her. With anyone else, this position might have gotten uncomfortable eventually, his arm other going to sleep beneath her — but to Luther, Sarah's weight on him is nothing, and so it's oddly comfortable.

(The only other time this had happened and he'd woken up in bed with someone else, he'd fled the bed as soon as he could. Until now, he hadn't even known he was a cuddler.)

"You're a pain in my ass," he says, but there's a fond warmth in his voice. The fact that Luther grew up with six siblings-slash-teammates means he's accustomed to them taking the piss out of each other, teasing being the language of choice between all the Academy. If Luther's able to drop that too-serious, too-formal facade — the well-behaved camera-ready man with bland, polite responses for the press — in order to make fun of someone, it means he's finally feeling at ease with them.

"But yeah, I'm glad. I don't hate this." His head tilts, trying to get a better look at her. And as if it wasn't enough that they're wrapped up in each other in this too-small bed, all of her already sprawled over all of him, he's absentmindedly running a finger down the line of her arm; relishing that physical closeness, while they're still in it.

"Y'know... I think you're actually more stubborn than I am? Which my brothers probably would've said was impossible."

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A soft huff of amusement escapes her and Sarah nods. "Well, that feeling is mutual, Number One," she points out playfully. And he had been, in his own way. She still likes him, though, on the whole. Luther makes good company most of the time and they do work well together, as they've found out. But does he do things that annoy her to her very core? Yes, absolutely, as she imagines she does him.

She lets herself laugh in full when he says he doesn't hate this. "Oy, you've got a bit of room for improvement with the pillow talk, my love," she tells him. "And I reckon I'm more stubborn than most people. It's probably because I'm so bloody small; I have to pack a really big punch to make up for it, yeah?" she says, only half-joking.

Sarah can't really put a finger on what it is that makes her realize just how intimate this really is, but it feels like too much all of a sudden. Luther is averse to being seen; Sarah's averse to feeling too much.

With that, Sarah finally pushes herself up again, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed as she reaches for her clothes on the floor, what little she'd been wearing when she'd joined him over here. Not that she intends to put them back on — he's opened that door and Sarah's not going to let him close it again; she likes nudity an awful lot more than she likes wearing clothes — but to give herself something to do. "Now that we've scratched the surface, we'll have to get a little more experimental next time, yeah?"

It isn't necessarily that she wants to be away from him or go back to her side of the room; hell, she isn't even opposed to having another go when he's rested enough to get it up again. She just doesn't want it to feel as intimate as it actually is. She'd rather let herself continue to live under the illusion that this is just another conquest, it just so happens to be one she'll be able to repeat since it's not as though either of them has other options on the table. She likes Luther, she cares about Luther, and she really enjoys fucking Luther, but there does need to be that invisible line in the sand that allows her to still feel like she has some freedom and this isn't going to fall into something willfully monogamous as opposed to monogamous in the absence of anything else.

Stretching her arms over her head, Sarah looks back at Luther. "D'you reckon you might want to go again tonight or should I let you take the rest of the night to recharge?" she asks, grinning.

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He's not attuned enough yet to the intricacies here to follow those abrupt changes of heart, those fleeting moments where she gets subtly uncomfortable; Sarah's good at hiding it, and he can't see anything more or less in it than someone just getting restless after being too long in one position.

(Klaus' voice, a teasing echo of a memory in the back of his head: Now you're gonna have to marry her!

But he knows better. Knows this is a thing of convenience, has to be, is likely a stopgap until the status quo changes and gets them out of here, and that he can't — shouldn't? — expect more from her. Luther's likely more monogamous than not, considering his heart and attraction having been tied down to just one person for all his life until now... but it's hard to tell whether that's by nature or for lack of opportunity. Even he can't really say.)

Once she's rolled off him, Luther goes about fastidiously tucking himself back into his boxers, although he does concede in pulling off the undershirt, then squirming out of his jeans and tossing the pants out of the way, making himself more comfortable in the heat. His legs look more normal compared to the rest of him, too, all that long leggy height a glimmer of what he used to look like.

And he glances down at himself, as if assessing whether or not he's up for another go. But it's like Sarah's just issued another dare, and say this for Luther Hargreeves, but: he can almost never turn down a dare.

"Give me a few, we'll see what we can get up to," he says with a smile that almost, almost looks like a smirk.

They've both got time to make up for.