“I think…” Rip trailed off with a sigh, running a hand over his face. He didn’t remember it being this hard in the past, but he guessed he’d never been this jaded, either. He’d never been brought back to life by Sara Lance before.
Sara brought a hand up to the side of his face, and it was gentler than she’d held him since they began this whole ridiculous thing. Trying to put the broken pieces of each other back together through sex and nothing else.
“You don’t have to say it,” she said finally. He could see she knew exactly what he wanted to say in the way her eyes sparkled.
“I think maybe I should.” He cleared his throat. “I want you—”
She didn’t let him finish before cutting off his words with a kiss, soft and sweet and fragile. “In every way possible,” she seemed to finish for him.
He bent forward, resting his forehead against her own. For a second, they breathed in the same air while they listened to their beating hearts.
“But I still want sex,” Sara joked, breaking up the moment. “Like, lots of it.”
He chuckled, a deep rumble, and stepped forward to grab under Sara’s thighs and hoist her up. She yelped, tightening her legs around his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I love you, Rip Hunter,” she whispered, tugging at the hair on his nape.
“Sara Lance,” he breathed out like it was a prayer. In some ways, it was. She had brought him back from the brink of death. And the most magical thing was that he had done the exact same for her. “I love you.”