Leaving Starling City is hard, but returning to Nyssa? That is easy. The calloused fingers stroking down her spine haven't changed, nor the way they fit together as she wraps her thighs around Nyssa's waist while pulling her close. Then there is the hitching of her breath as Nyssa licks her breast and the moan she can't contain when Nyssa bites down, gently rolling her nipple with her tongue. So familiar. So wanted. Needed. Her lover's arms circle around her, holding her tight.
And she is home, for a while, and the monsters that she fights within herself far away.