#441 - bath (Challenge #450), Arrow, Nyssa/Sara
Title: Bathe
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #441 - bath (Challenge #450)
Fandom: Arrow
Pairings: Nyssa/Sara
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Sara Lance was cold, and more than a little afraid of what would come next. But she was determined not to let any of it show.
While she sat, shivering she listened to footsteps on stone approaching the dank cell they called her room. She tensed, preparing herself for whatever horror the League had planned next for her.
"Ta-er as-Sahfer," the hooded, masked, figure all in black said after opening her room door. "Come."
Sara stood and nodded.
As they walked down a long stone corridor she asked "Where are we going?"
The man did not answer.
He stopped outside a heavy wooden door. "Enter." He said, and took up position beside the door.
Tentatively Sara went inside.
The large room was lit only with a few candles.
"Close the door."
Sara did. The only sound was the quiet trickle of running water.
"Take off your clothes."
"My clothes?"
"Yes. Your clothes," Nyssa said as she stood, rising up from the large shallow pool that was the room's main feature. She was naked, her wet body glistening in the flickering light. "That's if you would like to bathe with me."
"I would," Sara nodded. She slipped off the plain cotton pants and shirt while Nyssa watched, revealing nothing in her expression.
Once she was naked Nyssa gestured for her to approach.
Her heart ba-boom-ba-booming in her chest Sara stepped over the lip of the pool and into the pleasantly warm water, and into the even warmer arms of her lover.
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #441 - bath (Challenge #450)
Fandom: Arrow
Pairings: Nyssa/Sara
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Sara Lance was cold, and more than a little afraid of what would come next. But she was determined not to let any of it show.
While she sat, shivering she listened to footsteps on stone approaching the dank cell they called her room. She tensed, preparing herself for whatever horror the League had planned next for her.
"Ta-er as-Sahfer," the hooded, masked, figure all in black said after opening her room door. "Come."
Sara stood and nodded.
As they walked down a long stone corridor she asked "Where are we going?"
The man did not answer.
He stopped outside a heavy wooden door. "Enter." He said, and took up position beside the door.
Tentatively Sara went inside.
The large room was lit only with a few candles.
"Close the door."
Sara did. The only sound was the quiet trickle of running water.
"Take off your clothes."
"My clothes?"
"Yes. Your clothes," Nyssa said as she stood, rising up from the large shallow pool that was the room's main feature. She was naked, her wet body glistening in the flickering light. "That's if you would like to bathe with me."
"I would," Sara nodded. She slipped off the plain cotton pants and shirt while Nyssa watched, revealing nothing in her expression.
Once she was naked Nyssa gestured for her to approach.
Her heart ba-boom-ba-booming in her chest Sara stepped over the lip of the pool and into the pleasantly warm water, and into the even warmer arms of her lover.