Jealous Beloved?
Sara was suffocating, she gasped for air, yet none filled her lungs. Her head felt like it was going to explode at any second. Blue eyes burned from the salty water, trying to shut them, but failing. She attempted to grab onto something, anything she could find, anything at all that could pull her from the devastating mass of water that surrounded her. Sara reached out and felt soft material in her hands-- that wasn't right.
She sat bolt upright, as she awoke from her nightmare, breathing heavily. The blonde rubbed her eyes,
“It was just a dream,” she whispered to herself, “Just a dream.”
It wasn't until she looked over, that she saw Nyssa's brown eyes filled with worry,
“Are you alright Habibti?” the assassin asked, her voice thick with concern.
“Y-yeah, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare, go back to sleep,” Sara insisted.
Nyssa ignored her statement and shuffled closer to her, wrapping her Beloved in strong arms,
“Sara, you are not alone anymore, I would like you to know that,” she paused, “I will be here for you with every nightmare, every sleepless night, every demon you have to face, I will face them all with you.”
Nyssa felt warm tears hit her chest, and she held Sara closer to her.
Sara started to sob. It had been so long since she'd had someone that actually cared about whether or not she was okay. Someone who could hold her close when the nightmares got too bad. Someone who loved her with all of their heart. Someone she could lean on when the burden got to heavy. Nyssa had always been that person for her, and she was beyond happy she had the brunette back.
“It's alright Sara,” Nyssa whispered into her hair, “I am here, and I will not leave, ever.”
Sara buried her face in the crook of Nyssa's neck, breathing in her smell. The smell that had become her home, her safety, her security. Sara took in a shuddering breath as she looked up at Nyssa.
“Thank you,” her voice barely audible,
“You're welcome My Love,” Nyssa wiped away a stray tear with her thumb.
Sara lay next to Nyssa, her head resting on her chest, the brunette's breathing calming her down, and slowly lulling her to sleep.
Nyssa stroked Sara's blonde locks lovingly as she heard her Canary's breathing slow, until she was sound asleep. When she was sure that Sara would not wake until morning, she drifted off to sleep once more.
“Sorry about last night,” Sara apologized the second she saw Nyssa was awake,
“Beloved, there is nothing to be sorry about,” her girlfriend assured her.
Sara smiled sweetly at her, “What did I do to deserve a woman as special as you?”
The girl in question chuckled, “I believe I should be asking that question Sara.”
The blonde rolled her eyes, “You haven't given me a proper 'good morning' yet,” she teased,
“Oh? I haven't? Let me change that,” Nyssa leaned forward slowly.
“I was hoping you would,” Sara whispered.
Nyssa gave Sara a small peck on the lips and pulled back, waiting for her Beloved to complain.
“That all?” the blonde raised her eyebrows,
Nyssa smirked, “Why yes. Do you have an issue with that?”
Sara jumped on top of Nyssa and pinned her down to the bed, “As a matter of fact,” she kissed Nyssa's jaw, “I do.”
The brunette felt her face heat up, and she saw Sara's look of utter satisfaction. And at that moment, Sara removed herself from atop her girlfriend, and watched as her face fell.
Nyssa looked at her in disbelief, did Sara seriously just do that?
The blonde smiled evilly, “What?”
“You're such a tease,” the assassin's voice came out raspier than was intended,
“Am not!” Sara feigned innocence, she had Nyssa right where she wanted her.
She watched as she saw her girlfriend's pupils dilate, full of want. She smirked, she was the only person on the planet that could pull any reaction she wanted out of the otherwise cold assassin. Sara made Nyssa blush on a daily basis, she made her heart beat faster each time they kissed, and much to her delight, she could tease Nyssa like no other.
She crawled slowly up to Nyssa, “Okay, maybe a little.”
Nyssa watched as Sara brought her lips down to her jawline and peppered kisses gently over her neck. A shiver ran down the Heir's spine, and she felt Sara smile at her reaction. The blonde worked her way up to Nyssa's forehead, but avoided her lips, leaving her wrought with longing.
Sara eventually found Nyssa's lips with her own, the brunette sighing at the sudden contact.
“Mmmm,” Nyssa hummed against her girlfriends lips.
Sara brought her hands up to Nyssa's hair and pulled gently at the soft tresses, she felt her soften even more into the kiss. The assassin wrapped her arms around Sara's waist and pulled her closer, not wanting any space between them.
Much to Nyssa's disgust, Sara pulled away,
“That's better,” she said huskily.
“You will be the death of me Sara Lance,”
The blonde in question chuckled, “Maybe.”
The pair eventually got dressed and went to get food, Nyssa insisted that they not lie in bed for the entire day. Besides, it was the day that they would be arriving at their destination.
After breakfast, Rip called everyone into the conference room,
“Good morning everyone, I trust you all slept alright?”
Most of the crew nodded, except for Snart, who just had to make a comment,
“It was a little cold for my liking,” he spoked slowly, making Nyssa want to hit him upside the head,
“Maybe you should ask Mick to sleep with you,” Jax began, “After all, he is Heatwave,” the boy tried to get a rise out of Leonard,
“Shut up Jax,” he grumbled.
“Hey now, no need to be icy,” Sara chimed it, earning a chuckle from Nyssa, and a glare from her ex.
“Just CHILL,” Ray added,
“Jack Frost might get jealous,” Kendra chuckled.
Snart looked at Nyssa, expecting her to retort, but she had nothing, her knowledge of popular culture was pretty limited, living in the middle of nowhere in Tibet did that to you. She shrugged, and he was actually grateful that she didn't comment.
Rip was trying not to laugh, so he coughed, as a means to interrupt, “As I was trying to say, we arrive this afternoon, and tomorrow is the mission. I'd like to brief you all on the details, so that when we arrive, you can all go and see some of the sights, or go to a nice restaurant or something.”
“Or something,” Sara nudged Nyssa with her arm, and the brunette held back a smile.
“I do hope that this isn't going to be an issue,” Rip began, and the team looked skeptical, “But as you all know, Nyssa was brought on to the team for this mission, and a couple of sorts is needed to complete it, for a solid cover.”
The team was silent, giving him time to continue.
“I am not sure how,” he thought of a way to phrase the sentence without causing offence, “Accepting, the people here will be of you and Sara,” he looked at Nyssa, and she nodded, there were still a lot of people that didn't accept lesbian couples.
“So,” he continued cautiously, “I was thinking that you and Mr. Snart could be on a team?”
Nyssa stiffened immediately, but she would be happy to comply if-
“No way!” her thoughts were interrupted by Sara,
“Yeah Rip, I don't think that's the best plan in the world,” Kendra added.
The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Okay then, uuuh. Who?”
“I mean, I'd be happy to, if everyone's up for that? And if Nyssa doesn't mind of course? It would be a good idea for her to agree, 'cause she has the whole assassin thing happening,” Ray rattled on,
“Just let me go Rip,” Sara insisted.
“Sara, I'm not sure if-”
“Sure if what? We can't handle ourselves? We can,” she gestured to the woman next to her.
Rip began to get frustrated, “Look Sara, I'm sorry, but it would be best for the mission, and the quickest if Leonard and Nyssa went in and they did the mission together.”
“If we could put aside our differences, I would be fine to do a mission with Mr. Snart,” no she wouldn't,
Leonard rolled his eyes, “Then I'm game. Perhaps we could make this fun,” he looked between Nyssa and Sara, and the former glared daggers at him.
“Alright then. Sara?” he looked at the blonde,
“Fine,” she huffed.
“Okay, now that's settled. You have to go to a club to take down a human trafficker, now, this is the part I'm not sure you will be too pleased with,” he hesitated, “Nyssa,” he looked at the woman, “You will have to be posing as a stripper.
“The one mission I can't do, and my girlfriend is going to play a stripper! Just my luck!” Sara protested, Nyssa smirked, but stopped when she realized who she would be stripping for.
The brunette nodded, and motioned for Rip to continue.
“Sara, I know that you have some experience as a bartender, so you'll be behind the bar for backup if need be,” Rip told the blonde, and she smiled, at least she'd get to see Nyssa showing off her assets.
“Your target is a rich young man by the name of Jordyn Smith. Kendra, you will be checking people in, so you'll know who he is when you see him,” he looked around the room, “So we're all in understanding?”
Everyone nodded.
“Alright then! We should arrive in half an hour, then until tomorrow, you will be free to do whatever you want. I suggest you go pack your stuff,” he finished off, and the team dispersed.
When the team arrived on dry land, Sara dropped to her knees and kissed the ground,
“The promised land!” she shouted, and Nyssa chuckled,
“Surely being on the boat wasn't that awful Beloved?” she joked,
Sara looked up at her with a look of mock horror, “Speak for yourself.”
She kissed the ground once more before standing up and hugging Nyssa furiously, “Though you being there made it significantly less awful,”
“I'm happy to hear that,” Nyssa smiled.
“You two are nauseating,” Leonard commented,
Nyssa fought the urge to roll her eyes, but Sara was not so restrained,
“Leo, last time I checked, Rip said we could do anything we wanted, so,” she stuck her tongue out at him to get her point across.
He couldn't help but smile a little, “Well then, go and have fun.”
“We plan to!” she called after him as he walked off.
Sara turned to Nyssa and looked at her with a very serious expression,
“First order of business,” she paused, “Ice cream!” she grabbed Nyssa's hand and started walking to nowhere in particular.
Nyssa stood still and Sara got jerked back when her girlfriend didn't comply,
“What?”
“I believe that we should take our bags to the hotel first,” the brunette told her.
“Oh! Right. So, correction,” Sara held up her index finger, “First order of business: Bags to hotel. Second order of business: Ice cream!”
When they had finished at the hotel, Sara took Nyssa to the nearest ice cream shop she could find. Nyssa found Sara's addiction to junk food perplexing, perhaps it was an American thing, because her sister seemed to share the same sentiment.
The pair sat down at a table in the shop, and waited for a waitress to come by.
Soon enough, one arrived, “What can I get for you today?” she asked,
“For drinks,” Sara looked at the menu the woman handed her, “I'll have a large Oreo milkshake please, and what do you want Nys?”
“I'll just have a glass of water thank you,” she said politely.
When the waitress walked away, Sara leaned forward and whispered,
“You know, you can indulge yourself a little bit right?”
“Why are you whispering?” Nyssa whispered back,
“I could ask you the same thing!” her girlfriend chuckled, and Nyssa rolled her eyes.
“So when she comes back, what ice cream are you going to order?” Sara asked,
“I am not entirely sure. Vanilla perhaps?” Nyssa looked over the menu.
“Have you not learnt anything since I first took you out for ice cream?” the blonde facepalmed, “Pick something a little more interesting Babe.”
“Okay then,” her girlfriend looked at the menu a little longer, “What is this 'Kit Kat sundae?' I think it sounds quite enjoyable.”
Sara laughed, and Nyssa felt her heart flutter at the sound, “You have much to learn young padiwan.”
“Young what? Sara, I do not understand what you are saying,” the look of utter confusion on Nyssa's face made her smile,
“Exactly my point!”
Before Sara could say anything else, the waitress arrived to give them their drinks,
“One large Oreo milkshake, and one glass of water,” she set them down, “Are you ready to order now? Or should I come back?”
“I think we're ready to order now,” Sara said, looking at Nyssa, who nodded. “She'll have the 'Kit Kat sundae,' and I will have,” Sara paused, “Hold on, do you do special orders? Where we can ask for what toppings we want?”
“Of course!” the waitress smiled.
Sara beamed, and rubbed her hands together, “Okay, Nyssa, let me show you how it's done. I'll have Haagen Daas cookies and cream ice cream, with gummy bears, and Maltesers, and caramel sauce, and some extra Oreos please.”
The girl jotted down her order, “I'll get them to you in a bit.”
Before long, their order arrived, and Nyssa's eyes widened when she saw the monstrosity of an ice cream her Beloved was about to eat.
“Sara, I think I am going to get diabetes just by looking at yours,”
“Oh come on,” Sara ate a spoonful of ice cream, “It's dewicious!” she said around the soft food, “And cowld!” she held her head and swallowed, “Aaah, brainfreeze!”
Nyssa chuckled, Sara was so adorable, “I'm happy you like it, but I think I will have my regular-ish sundae,” Nyssa took a spoonful and placed it in her mouth, “Mmm, this is very good,” she covered her mouth as she spoke.
“Mine is probably better!” Sara took a spoonful of hers and held it out to Nyssa, “Here! Taste some!”
Nyssa looked around sheepishly, she considered this PDA, and she didn't know what the reaction would be from the rest of the customers.
“Sara, I don't know how these people would react,” she hesitated,
“That's their problem,” she paused, “Besides, I love you, and their judginess won't change that.”
Nyssa smiled, and took Sara's spoon.
She spluttered as she choked on the sweetness, “It-it's good, very sweet,”
Sara chuckled at Nyssa's reaction, “It's supposed to be sweet! Just like you,” she smiled widely.
“I don't believe many people will refer to me as 'sweet.'” Nyssa took a mouthful of her dessert,
“While I'm not 'many people,' I'm your girlfriend,” Sara smiled brightly at her,
“And I'm the luckiest girl in the world,” Nyssa returned the smile.
The two of them finished their ice cream, and waved the waitress over.
She brought the bill and laid it in front of Sara, “Did you enjoy?”
“Yes, thank you-” they answered at the same time, which made them laugh, and the waitress raised her eyebrow.
“Keep the change,” Sara told her, as she stood up and took Nyssa's hand, the waitress' eyes growing wider...maybe people were homophobic there.
When they were out of earshot, Sara burst out laughing, “Did you see her face!?”
Nyssa was confused, she didn't think it was something to laugh about.
“People are weird!” Sara chuckled,
“Beloved, it isn't something I would laugh about. I feel sorry for people who haven't opened their eyes to love. In this world we live in, people tend to judge those who follow their hearts,” her eyebrows furrowed.
Sara noticed the change in Nyssa and spun in front of her, “Well, I followed mine, and I'm perfectly happy.”
Sara's lips crashed into Nyssa's and the brunette was taken aback and tried to pull away, but Sara pulled her closer. These people needed to get over to their issues.
Time stood still for Nyssa as she felt Sara's lips on hers. Softening into the kiss, she put her hand on the small of the other woman's back, pulling her closer. Sara wrapped her arms around the brunette's shoulders, lifting herself up to reach her lips more easily.
All of a sudden, Nyssa felt people staring, and insecurity set in. She wasn't comfortable with PDA as it was, let alone at this level, among these people. As much as she didn't want to, she gently pulled away. And this time, Sara let her.
She looked around nervously, it seemed like everyone in the street had stopped what they were doing to watch their lowkey make-out session. Nyssa felt her cheeks heat up, but Sara took her hand in hers and smiled at her.
“So what if they're judging us? I'll kiss my girlfriend if I want to!” she chuckled,
“You will be the death of me,” Nyssa's skin turned a light shade of pink, barely noticeable, except to Sara, of course.
“As you said earlier,” the blonde smiled.
Sara looked around at the mortified people, and they began to dissipate, and Sara was about to start walking with Nyssa, when she felt someone tap her shoulder.
If it weren't for her training in the self-control department, (not that it mattered, she had just done something that had consisted of no self-control whatsoever), the person would have been on the floor in an instant.
“H-hey, uuuh,” a teenage girl with brown hair, maybe seventeen years old began, and there was another girl of about the same age, with blonde hair, who was standing back a little bit, who looked almost afraid.
“You two are incredible,” she said shyly, “You're our new heroes,” she took the other girl's hand, and she came and stood next to her.
Sara felt her heart flutter. Did they accidentally just empower a young couple?
“Are you two?” Sara paused, not wanting to assume, “Together?”
The brunette smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically, “Mhm!”
“What's your name?” Sara asked softly,
“Emma,” she put her arm around the other girl's waist, who still looked terrified, “And this is Kylie.”
“It's really great to meet you guys! And Kylie,” she looked at the blonde, “Don't be scared about it, I promise, you aren't doing anything wrong, there is nothing to be scared about, okay? Yeah, people might judge you for it, but love wins,” she took Nyssa's hand in hers, “As you can see.”
The young girl nodded, tears welling up.
“Aaw hon, c'mere!” Sara let go of Nyssa's hand and spread her arms to give the girl a hug.
Kylie accepted, and hugged her tightly,
“It's all gonna be okay, alright? I promise, things may seem hard now, but they get better. You should have seen her Father's reaction,” she mentioned Nyssa, trying to joke and she heard the girl let out a soft chuckle.
“I'm gonna give you my phone number. And if you ever need to talk, just give me a call, okay?” Sara pulled away and scribbled her number on a piece of paper than Nyssa handed her, seemingly out of thin air. Seriously, Nyssa was prepared for anything.
Sara handed the girl the paper, and hugged her again.
“It's gonna be okay. And seriously, don't be scared to call,” Sara looked at the other girl, “Take care of her, okay? You must promise me you'll take care of each other. Promise?”
Both of the girls nodded, and Emma wrapped her arm lovingly around Kylie, who snuggled up closer to her.
“Good,” Sara smiled, “Now my girlfriend and I have to go, but I look forward to hearing how you work out!”
The two assassins walked away, arm in arm.
“That was incredible My Love,” Nyssa smiled at the blonde's heroism,
“See? It wasn't such a bad idea after all,”
“Not at all, it was wonderful,” Nyssa assured her.
“I agree,” Sara smiled.
“I love you so much, Sara,”
“I love you too,” the blonde walked closer to Nyssa, and smiled at the simplicity of the moment.
Their lives are so full of complexities, and struggles, their relationship was the one and only thing that didn't come with a hidden agenda. Their love was simple, it was honest, and it was the light in their lives that no one could ever dim.
They smiled as they arrived back at the hotel...It had been a good day.
The next day, the team rendezvoused at a hotel that was close to the strip club. Rip handed Nyssa a bag, which held the outfit she was supposed to wear. When she peered inside the bag, she smirked at Sara, and the blonde felt her heart-rate speed up.
That night, Nyssa got dressed into her gear, and looked at herself in the mirror of the dressing room. Oh yeah, Sara would be SO jealous.
Sara stood behind the bar, mixing drinks, like it was second nature to her. She kept a watchful eye on the people in the club, making sure that no one was causing trouble.
Kendra stood by the front, as she admitted people in. Leonard walked up to her, wearing his customary fur coat, and smiled at her.
“You know who to send me,” he winked, and Kendra rolled her eyes, and she heard Nyssa huff on the other end of the comms.
Snart sat down at a chair and waited for Nyssa. As the music started to play, the girls walked into the room, and several men whistled.
Nyssa made a beeline for Cold, trying to keep herself from gagging.
Sara's jaw physically dropped when she saw the outfit her girlfriend was in, and she felt a wave of want come over her. It did not go unnoticed by Nyssa, who winked at her. The blonde seriously had the worst luck when it came to choosing missions.
The brunette assassin danced around Leonard, and when he reached out to touch her, she grabbed his hand, and leaned down to his ear, which an onlooker would have thought was part of the act.
“You try and touch me again, and I will remove your arm from it's socket,” she growled.
Kendra giggled, and Sara's face broke out into an evil grin, hearing the conversation through the communications device in Captain Cold's ear.
The man sat up a little straighter and nodded.
A woman walked up to Kendra and held out her pass, “Jordyn Smith.”
Kendra hoped that her shock wasn't noticeable, perhaps they should have got Ray to be the stripper.
Sara choked on some vodka that she had been taking a sneaky sip of, and Nyssa smirked. Maybe she would be having a little but of fun.
“Good evening Miss Smith. Is there anyone in particular you would like?” Kendra tried to hide her uneasiness.
“Send me the best girl you've got,” the woman smiled.
“I know just the right one,” Kendra told her.
When the woman was out of earshot Kendra whispered, “I guess people here aren't so homophobic hey?”
Sara scoffed, “I beg to differ.”
“Nyssa you're up,” Kendra said into her earpiece.
When the song was over, Nyssa sauntered up to Jordyn, and went behind her, rubbing her shoulders. The woman leaned down to her ear,
“This will be fun,”
Jordyn smirked, “I agree.”
Sara could feel the ugly green monster rearing it's head as she struggled to maintain her composure.
“Remember Nyssa, this is supposed to be a quick and easy mission. In and out, get her in private, and kill her, then leave,” the blonde said quickly.
Nyssa smirked, she had Sara so whipped!
Jordyn leaned forward and shoved $200 into Nyssa's bra,
“How about we get a private room?” she suggested.
Nyssa took the woman's hand and led her to a back room. Sara instantly tried to scurry out of the bar, knocking into one of the other bartenders.
Kendra laughed at the sight, Sara was acting like a jealous teenager.
Jordyn sat on the soft couch in front of Nyssa, enjoying the view, and Nyssa leaned forward seductively to give her a view of her assets. She was just waiting for Sara to rush in at any moment and freak out.
Nyssa turned around, and bent over, which, needless to say, distracted Jordyn sufficiently. The brunette pulled a small knife out the heel of her leather boot, and spun round, placing the blade on the woman's neck.
“Your days of selling human lives are over!” she thrust the knife into the woman's jugular, as she choked to death on her own blood.
Sara burst into the room, looking very frazzled,
“Oh thank goodness!” she strode up to Nyssa and locked her lips with hers,
“Jealous Beloved?” Nyssa purred,
“Mmmm, shhh. Talk later,” Sara pushed Nyssa against a nearby wall.
Sara kissed her hungrily, not planning on stopping anytime soon. Nyssa wrapped her arms around Sara's hips. The blonde's head began to spin, Nyssa never failed to make her heart race.