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[obediences]

lost in time.

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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.