Too late to do anything about that now, might as well finish off

Fuck, she’d been so close. She squirmed, standing to make sure the door was shut. There really was just not a good way to follow up on being caught masturbating.

That, and her body still screamed for her to continue. Slightly unsteady on her feet Sara returned to the bed, turning her phone back over.

Her scrolling had come to a brief break on some time Nyssa had visited. Sara bit her lip, settling down and sliding her hand between her legs again.

Yes, she remembered how Nyssa looked, but a reminder never hurt. Her skin, her firm yet nicely curved body, a pussy Sara remembered loving the taste of, all capped off by her face which still had the same confident, dignified expression despite her exposure.

“Oh god!” Sara quickly shifted, pressing her mouth to her pillow to suppress a moan.

She scrolled to the next picture. There was a woman in that Sara didn’t know; dark haired, a mask that covered her eyes, and then the rest of her body on display. She didn’t seem as well-trained as everyone else, obviously a new addition to the team, but still cute.

She’d have to ask Laurel about her. Never know.

She moved on to the next image faster than she had with Nyssa, and quickly muffled a moan by biting her free wrist.

God, it had been too long since she’d had enough free time to just get off.

It was Felicity and Thea – both at once, which sent a cascade or delightfully dirty thoughts running through Sara’s mind – standing side by side. Both grinned, evidently glad they’d gotten some mission or other done.

Thought that wasn’t exactly what Sara focused on. She pored over each of them, taking in and memorising all the skin she’d never otherwise expected to see.

Fuck! Sara arched her back, hand moving on autopilot as she shifted, biting her wrist again to keep quiet as she came. She felt the wetness around her fingers, felt herself writhe, before slumping forwards onto the bed, still shaking.

Fuck. This world was humiliating, but it definitely had some pluses. She didn’t know if they balanced out, but maybe she could get used to it.

Gratefully, Sara rolled back and closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow.

When morning came she sat bolt upright, taking a moment to remember. Right, she was back home, she wasn’t on the Waverider. And-

She normally didn’t sleep naked. Slightly drowsy still, Sara stretched, standing up. That part hard to be a dream, right? There was no way…

She stumbled over to the wardrobe, and found it empty. Of course. She closed her eyes, leaning forwards. Great, it had been real.

Mentally making up an excuse for it she was wrong, Sara moved to the door to her room. She opened it just a crack, peeking out.

And Laurel was just down the hall, sitting in the kitchen and working on her laptop, completely naked. God damn it Sara was never going to get used to that.

Still self-conscious, Sara moved out into the hall, idly covering her chest with one arm. She hoped it looked casual, or-

“Hey Sara,” Laurel said, unperturbed by their nudity.

Damn, damn, damn, it really was real. Just waking up, it felt even more unnatural to be coming out here naked. Flushing she hurried to sit down at the table, at least hiding the bottom half of her body.

Still, she wished there was some way to hide her tits. Sara tried to hide her blush.

“Uh, hey,” Sara said.

And Laurel wasn’t meeting her eyes. Maybe that meant this was wrong, that-

Any elation she might have felt at that was met by a sudden rush of humiliation. If she’d just walked out her naked when she didn’t have to-

No, wait, Laurel was still nude. And last night she had walked in on-

Fuck, she was never going to get used to this constant embarrassment.

“Uh, sorry,” Sara tried, hoping to defuse the awkwardness. Not that anything could.

“Yeah,” Laurel said absently.

She focused on her laptop for a few moments. Sara hesitated.

Part of her wanted to get up; shower, get breakfast… But that would mean getting up, losing the concealment of the table, and she still flushed at that thought.

Then eventually Laurel **** herself to turn, looking away from her work and towards her sister.

“Look, I get it,” Laurel said. “I don’t want to shame you, just- I saw your phone. That was the team, I know how the base looks, and- I don’t even want to ask who you were looking at, it’s just… awkward. I do still work with them.”

Ah. Right.