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[bringstheheat]

Another day, another mission. And if you wanted to get technical another barely averted disaster and one hell of a good fight. They were getting better as a team these days. Sometimes Mick thought they might even manage to pull it off and kill Savage without managing to fuck up the timeline completely. A stolen bottle of whiskey and he and Sara could sneak off to the garage for a little quiet time. They could work off a little lingering energy after the last fight with liquor, sex and heat.

Sara's lips are warm and still taste of whiskey as she crawls into his lap and kisses him hungrily, fingers tight enough to bruise in his shoulders. Mick gives as good as he gets, his hands wandering the length of her body, finding all of those places that make her gasp and moan. It was almost perfect, really.

Almost. He couldn't convince Snart to join him, even though his partner clearly needed to blow off some steam of his own. Whatever. While Mick would be quite happy to engage in quite a lot of noisy sex right where they were, a bed would be more comfortable. He breaks the kiss, taking a swallow from the bottle before passing it off to Sara.

"Let's take this party to Snart's room. It's quieter and closer to the galley when we need something to eat," he rumbles, lips skating along her jaw.