#kveykva

Sara’s eyes are dark. Ava can’t breathe. Something in her is telling her that she shouldn’t be doing this. Sara is still strictly a fugitive from the Bureau. Sure, they’re in a slight détente right now, ever since Sara turned Rip in, but they shouldn’t be doing this.

Ava shouldn’t be on the Waverider. She can’t remember how she got here. All she knows is that Sara is staring at her with something that isn’t hate in her eyes. It’s something like interest, intrigue.

In her hand is a glass of whiskey. When Ava looks down, she’s holding one as well. Sara moves closer, and the walk takes longer than it should. She’s moving feet, and it feels like it takes minutes, Ava watching as Sara moves towards her like a predator stalking its prey.

When Sara finally reaches Ava, there’s a smirk on her face. “Cheers,” she says, clinking her glass against Ava’s.

Something in Ava makes her ask, “To what?”

Sara tilts her head, sets her glass down, then takes Ava’s and places it next to her own. “To kissing. Us kissing, specifically. Isn’t that what you came here for?” Her brow crinkles, and it’s a little bit adorable.

But the words strike something inside of Ava. Of course that’s what she came here for. Nothing else makes sense.

She just nods, wordlessly, and then Sara is kissing her. Her mouth tastes like whiskey, and she’s eager, working Ava’s mouth open, licking in, making Ava’s legs feel weak, and then they’re literally giving way, Ava is falling, and Sara’s falling with her and--

Ava wakes up with a gasp. Her whole body is tense, and she feels like she can taste Sara Lance. Sara Lance, who she’s never kissed.

Sara Lance, who she didn’t even think she wanted to kiss.

Sara Lance, who her subconscious apparently very much wants to kiss.

this is from take me away to some place real a post-finale darhkatom fic

i havent rec’d a darhkatom fic yet so, and this exchange was funny (at least to me)

She plays purposely ignorant. “What part of life sentence do you not understand?”

Ray’s expression shifts slightly to confusion. “Do you not still have it ? Did they take it away? I thought… I told Ava that it was a gift so that they wouldn’t take it away.”

Nora sighs. Apparently they were going to have to have this discussion.

Nora’s voice is deadpan, as she replies, “You mean the rock.”

“It’s more than,” his eyes flit away from her as if there are invisible cameras, his voice dropping down into a whisper, “It’s more than just a rock.”

“You’re right,” Nora corrects, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “It’s a fancy rock.”