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Fic: 5 Times Sara and Leonard Got Interrupted and 1 Time They Didn't 5/6 (Sara Lance/Leonard Snart)

Title: 5 Times Sara and Leonard Got Interrupted and 1 Time They Didn't
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: Explicit
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart
Summary: 5 Times Sara and Leonard Got Interrupted and 1 Time They Didn't
Timeline: All aired episodes, starting with the Pilot.
Word Count: 1,439
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them (and some of their words) from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg and Phil Klemmer.
Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.

Start from the beginning on LJ or AO3.

5 - Atom

"I'm telling you, it's not that bad," Sara protested as Leonard dragged her into the med bay.

"You're bleeding," Leonard reminded her. "In more than one place."

"It was a single edge blade," Sara said. "It didn't go very deep. I don't even need stitches."

"Sit," Leonard said, stopping in front of the medical chair. "Gideon, does she need stitches?"

Sara rolled her eyes at how overprotective he was being. If it wasn't pissing her off so much she'd find it adorable.

A blue light scanned Sara where she sat before Gideon reported, "No stitches required."

Sara sat up straighter and she beamed at Leonard. "See? I'm fine."

"At least let me clean and cover the cuts?" he softly asked. "Please."

"Fine," Sara agreed with a sigh. She hopped off the chair and shimmied out of her navy blue dress before lying back on the chair.

Leonard didn't even stop to appreciate her nearly naked form before retrieving the antiseptic wipes, antibacterial gel, and bandages. He worked quietly, methodically, as he cleaned and covered cuts on her arms, stomach, and right thigh.

When he finished, he cupped her face in his hands, staring intently into her eyes. "Don't scare me like that again." He kissed her fiercely, teeth clacking as his desperate need to affirm that she was fine made him lose a bit of his tightly held control. Sara's hands lifted to his face, returning his frantic kiss.

"You know I can't make you a promise like that," Sara said when they broke for air.

Leonard pressed his forehead to hers. "I know. Doesn't mean that I have to like it."

"I'm an assassin, remember?" Sara pointed out. "Fighting is what I am good at. It's why I'm part of the team. This isn't the last time you're going to have to patch me up."

Leonard stepped back, pacing away from Sara before returning to her side. "This is why I don't do relationships. I don't like feeling this… helpless."

"You weren't helpless," Sara pointed out, ignoring her near-nakedness as she sat up so she could wrap her legs around his hips, keeping him close. "You had my back. You and Mick."

"It wasn't enough," Leonard protested.

"It was. I'm here, right? And I'm fine, aside from a few cuts that will heal. They aren't even going to leave scars, thanks to your quick care," Sara insisted.

At the mention of scars, Leonard's eyes dropped to the three on her chest. His fingers unconsciously moved to the one closest to her heart, rubbing it gently. Sara shuddered at the soft touch.

"You have enough of those," he said, quietly. His hand moved down her chest to the next scar, and the third, before he bent to kiss each one in turn.

Sara sighed, grabbing onto his arms to help keep herself upright. Leonard encouraged her to lie back in the chair again as he began to kiss every inch of her chest and torso. When he reached her panties, he flicked his eyes up to meet hers and Sara simply lifted her hips, encouraging him to remove them. He carefully eased them past the bandage on her thigh and down her legs, sliding them into a pocket when he was done.

Sara quirked at eyebrow at that, but said nothing. As he pulled over a stool, Sara adjusted the chair so that the leg and foot rests were perpendicular to the floor, allowing Leonard to sit nice and close. He slipped off her heels, pulling her legs forward so her feet rested on his thighs.

He kissed the edge of the bandage on her right thigh before kissing the same spot on the left. His hands ran from her knees up her thighs, stopping at the spot where thigh met hip. He parted her folds with his thumbs and, knowing she'd already be wet from the fight, dove right in.

Sara moaned, arching her back as Leonard's tongue ran the length of her slit, flicking at her clit with the tip. He repeated the motion several times before focusing on her clit.

Needing to touch him, Sara released her grip on the armrests and leaned on one elbow, reaching for his head, running her hand over his closely shorn hair.

Without stopping, Leonard raised his eyes to meet hers and she nearly lost control from the heat staring back at her. He slid one hand over from her hip and ran the tip of one finger along her slit before pressing it inside her.

Sara groaned and fell back, reveling in the sensations he was evoking. "So close," she panted. Her hands skimmed up her belly to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples through her bra.

Leonard twisted his hand, grazing against that spot he knew would send her flying, and he was right. Sara flew apart beneath him, her body writhing as the orgasm washed over her.

Once she'd recovered a bit, she propped herself up on her elbows and grinned down at Leonard. "You are very good at that."

Leonard smirked, wiping his mouth with a spare bandage. He rose to his feet so quickly that the stool spun out behind him. Before she could fully register that he'd moved, Leonard had his pants and underwear around his knees and was sheathed in a condom and pressing inside her.

Her legs lifted to wrap around his hips, pulling him closer as she sat up. Their lips crashed together as Leonard began to move inside her with fast, desperate strokes.

The door whooshed open and Ray walked in, talking to Gideon. "I just need to know where the antiseptic ointment is," he was saying, trailing off as he fully entered the room.

"For fuck's sake," Leonard bellowed, pressing closer to Sara and wrapping his arms tight around her back. He turned his head to glare at the intruder. "Get out, Raymond."

Ray held up his index finger, which was red, his eyes wide. "I just needed something--"

"Come back later," Leonard ground out.

"Yes, I'll come back later," Ray repeated and quickly exited the room.

"I think that's officially everyone," Sara commented, running her hands over his back.

"Don't care," Leonard said. "So long as they stop interrupting us."

"I'm starting to think that Gideon likes having us get caught," Sara mused, rolling her hips.

Leonard groaned and pulled out before pressing back inside Sara. "Gideon's a computer," he pointed out before lowering his mouth to her bare shoulder. Speaking against her skin, he added, "Computers don't take enjoyment from our embarrassment."

"This one does," Sara said. She pulled his head up so that she could kiss him, effectively ending the discussion.

Leonard's hands grasped her hips as he increased his pace. One thumb dropped down to rub her clit and Sara moaned her approval.

Her mouth moved along his jaw, trailing wet kisses to the spot near his ear that she knew made his knees weak. Now was no exception as his grip on her hips tightened and he let out an appreciative groan. She bit down on that spot, hard, and Leonard jerked, his hips slamming into her one final time as he released deep inside her.

Even as his head fell to her shoulder, his thumb increased its pace until Sara was shuddering against him.

"I think you like having our teammates catch us in the act," Leonard said as he separated from Sara. He discarded the condom in the bio-hazard bin and then pulled up and fastened his pants.

Sara dressed as well, except for her underwear, which was still in Leonard's pocket. She shrugged, not denying his statement.

"The excitement has worn off," she admitted.

"Now that there's no one new left to discover us?" Leonard guessed.

"It's not like I was trying to have every member of the team catch us in the act," Sara said. "It just kinda happened that way."

"Well, I still say we need to find somewhere that no one can interrupt us," Leonard said.

"That sounds wonderful," Sara agreed, pressing against him for a languid kiss.

"I'll put in for some shore leave the next time we land," Leonard promised.

"Rip won't be happy about that," Sara pointed out.

"He will if it means we're not having sex in common areas," Leonard countered.

"Good point," Sara agreed. "Now, let's get me out of this dress."

"Do you want these back?" Leonard asked, holding up her panties.

"Keep them," Sara saucily answered as she sauntered out of the room.

Leonard slipped the bit of lace back into his pocket before following her back to her room.

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Tags: captain canary, fic:5 times + 1, legends of tomorrow fic, sara lance/leonard snart
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