Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
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: 1,600
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.
Author's Note: For Archer973 on AO3 who left a comment on "Mission Incomplete" wanting to see Captain Canary interrupted by the entire crew - and more smut. Apparently my muse liked the suggestion and ran with it. I'm breaking my own rule about not posting stories until they are complete, but as each chapter will be its own complete story, I'm going ahead and posting this. Wish my muse luck in getting the others written.
Sara had always had a thing for bad boys and girls; after all, she was a bad girl herself. So it felt natural for her to gravitate towards the Rogues on their team. The one who preferred the cold in particular.
When they returned to the Waverider after the bar fight only to find themselves in a firefight, Sara's already adrenaline-filled body needed an outlet, and she had just the person in mind to help her find some release.
Once they'd taken flight and the group started to split up, Sara grabbed his coat sleeve and pulled him towards the storage room that held their weapons. "Leonard, a moment please," was all she said.
"What did you have in mind?" he drawled.
"You'll see," Sara teased, pulling him down the hallway, adding an extra sway to her hips as she walked.
Leonard pulled his arm free from her grip, but followed her. Mick followed too, because where Leonard went, he went.
"Where are we going?" Mick asked, having enjoyed Sara's earlier plans and hoped she had something just as fun in mind.
"Sorry, big guy, not going to be needing you for this one," Sara said, winking at him.
Mick stopped, confusion settling over his face. "Why not?"
Leonard was intrigued, but just as clueless as to what Sara's plans for him were. He had a feeling he wanted to find out, if the playful gleam was anything to go by.
"Listen to the lady," Leonard told his partner. "I'll come find you later."
"Fine. I'll be in the galley," Mick agreed and headed off in that direction.
"So where are we going?" Leonard asked. "You still need a drink?"
Reaching their destination, Sara stopped in the doorway to the storage room, crooking her finger for Leonard to follow her, closing the door once he'd passed inside.
"No. I need something, but not a drink," Sara said, slinking up to Leonard. She slid her hands up his chest, over his parka, until she reached his neck and pulled his head down to hers. "Care to get a girl off?"
Without waiting for his answer, Sara closed the remaining distance between them and pressed her lips to his. Leonard resisted for only a moment before sliding his hands into her hair and angling her head so he could deepen the kiss.
Sara began to paw at his coat, sliding her hands under the material and trying to shove it down his arms. An act that was hampered by his hands still holding her head.
She broke the kiss long enough to pant, "Coat off," before recapturing his lips. Leonard immediately dropped his arms, allowing the coat to fall to the floor.
When her hands dropped to try to remove his turtleneck, he growled, "Leave it." His lips trailed down her jaw, finding a sensitive spot below her ear, causing Sara to abandon her quest to get him naked and dig her hands into his hips instead.
Leonard began to walk them towards the storage crates. His hands ran down Sara's back and while he'd admired her form fitting leather outfit while she danced, now he wasn't too fond of it.
"Don't tell me this thing laces up," he groaned in frustration.
"Leave it," Sara said, repeating his earlier request. Hey, if he wasn't taking his top off, then she wasn't going to either. Besides, she was kind of enjoying the friction of her nipples rubbing against the leather.
Instead, they began to attack each other's pants. Leonard got Sara's open first, but they were so tight that he could barely fit his hand inside, let alone reach anywhere fun. He was also soon distracted by Sara getting his pants open and her hand wrapping around his cock.
His head dropped to her shoulder as she continued to expertly stroke him, causing him to harden even more than he'd already been.
He was so focused on what Sara was doing to his body that he didn't even see her pull a condom out of one of the pouches on her utility belt until he heard the sound of her ripping it open with her teeth.
"You planned this?" he managed to ask.
"I'm always prepared," Sara said, smirking. With a final stroke, she released him long enough to push his pants and briefs down his thighs so she could slide the condom onto him.
Once she was done, Leonard pulled her into a hungry kiss before spinning her around and bending her over a crate.
Sara shimmied her pants and panties down to her knees, spreading her legs as far as they could go while restrained.
"Knew you were an ass man," Sara teased, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"It's a fine ass," he responded, running a hand over it before slipping a finger through her folds. "Fuck, you're wet."
"What can I say? Fighting makes me horny," Sara said, pressing against his teasing fingers.
"And you chose me?" Leonard smirked.
"Do you want to hear why or do you want to fuck?" Sara asked, ready to get on with it.
Leonard adjusted her hips, lined up his cock and pressed inside her. Then he paused. Leaning against her back, he said, "I want to know why."
Sara groaned and pressed against him. "I'll talk if you move," she promised.
Nipping at her ear, Leonard agreed, "Deal." He pulled back before slamming his hips forward.
"Yes," Sara moaned. "We seem to have the most in common," Sara said, her words stuttering out each time their hips met.
"You could say the same for Mick," Leonard pointed out.
Sara shook her head. "Too brawny. Been mostly with women the last few years."
"Then why not bird girl?" Leonard asked, kissing and nipping at her shoulder.
Sara tilted her head to give him better access as he undid the closure to her collar and latched onto her neck. "She's with her son from her previous life, remember? Besides, I don't think she goes for girls."
"What about the teacher's pet?" Leonard pressed.
"You not happy to be the one I turned to?" Sara asked, turning her head to capture his lips. "Because you coulda fooled me."
"Not complaining," he said, increasing his pace. "Just making sure I wasn't a last resort."
"Ah! I promise, you were my first choice," Sara panted.
The doors slid open and Mick walked into the room holding a bag of potato chips. "There you are. I had a feeling you had come in here when I realized where this hallway led." He sat on one of the crates near the door, allowing it to slide closed.
Leonard stilled and was suddenly very glad that they were behind the crates and therefore facing the door. "Get out, Mick, this ain't a peep show," he snapped.
Mick's head jerked up, as if he hadn't realized what he'd walked in on until that moment. He blinked, taking in the sight before him.
"It is if I stay," Mick commented, settling in.
Sara glared at Mick. "If you make me stop and come over there to toss you out, you will not like the beat down that comes with it."
Mick pouted, but stood. "Fine, be that way. If you don't want an audience, then don't fuck in common areas. Or lock the door." With that sage advice, he left.
"Dammit, I was so close," Sara groaned, resting her head on her arms.
"Aw, don't quit on me now," Leonard said, running a hand down her back. He began moving again. "We were both so close."
Sara lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder. With their eyes locked, Leonard slid one hand down over her hip until he could reach her clit. Sara inhaled sharply at that first brush as heat immediately rushed through her again and she clenched her internal muscles, causing Leonard's breath to catch.
"C'mere," Sara purred, reaching back to draw Leonard's mouth to hers as she leaned back to meet him halfway. The change in angle caused both of them to groan into the kiss and Leonard picked up the pace.
Before long Sara had to break the kiss, bracing her arms against the crates again so she could get the leverage she needed to push back against Leonard.
With his mouth on her neck, a twist of the wrist and a flick of his finger, Leonard had Sara screaming out her release.
"Quiet," he scolded her, bracing both hands on her hips as he pounded into her, seeking his own release. It only took a few more strokes before he grunted and followed her over the edge.
It took a few minutes for Leonard to feel like his limbs would function again, allowing him to withdraw from Sara. She pulled up her underwear and pants and hopped up on the crate she'd just been leaning against and wrapped her legs around his hips, not letting him get away.
She drew him in for a languid kiss, reveling in the afterglow.
"So why not the teacher's pet?" he asked when the kiss ended.
Sara groaned. "Seriously?"
Leonard gave a half shrug. "Now I'm just curious."
"He used to date a friend of mine, who is now with my ex. It would be too weird," Sara admitted.
"Well, okay then," Leonard said, leaning back in for another kiss.
"What? You're not going to grill me about the rest of the team?" Sara asked before he could reach her lips.
"I got the answers I needed," he said.
"And?" Sara asked, eyebrow raised.
"We're going to have a lot of fun on this adventure." Leonard smirked and finally got the kiss he'd been after.