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: 1,670
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.
"You've already seen me in leather," Sara pointed out as Leonard led the way to the wardrobe manufacturing room.
"I've seen you in white leather," he corrected her. "I have yet to see you dressed as the Canary."
"You could just have Gideon pull up an image of me in that outfit," Sara protested.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Leonard asked, entering the wardrobe room. Addressing the ship's AI, he said, "Gideon, can you create the black leather outfit worn by the vigilante known as Canary in Starling City circa 2014?"
"Of course, Mr. Snart," Gideon responded. Moments later the outfit appeared on the mannequin within the fabrication chamber.
Leonard's lips curled up in a smile. He pivoted to look at Sara, who was looking at the outfit a bit wistfully.
"Put it on," Leonard urged her.
"I still don't get why you want me to wear it. That's not who I am anymore."
"Right, you're a white hat now, not a black hat," Leonard drawled. "Humor me." He moved to stand in front of Sara, meeting her eyes. "Please."
Sara looked at him for a long moment before nodding her head and moving towards the outfit she never expected to don again, stripping as she went.
Leonard turned away, wanting to be able to get the full effect all at once.
"If you're looking for some kind of kinky role play here, you should know that I mostly beat up or killed men in this outfit," Sara said.
"Duly noted," he said, taking in the sparse room. There were a few racks for the clothes to be hung on when no longer needed, a tri-fold mirror in one corner, and a padded bench against one wall.
"Don't tell me you were being a gentleman," Sara said, turning around when she'd finished dressing to find Leonard with his back to her.
"I am a gentleman," Leonard replied, smoothly. "Does that mean you're decent?"
"As I ever am," Sara said.
Leonard slowly turned around.
Her hands were on her hips, feet shoulder width apart. She was even wearing the wig and mask.
Leonard let out a low whistle. "You make one hell of a sexy bad guy."
"Is that what this is about?" Sara asked, stalking towards him. "You're trying to make me more like you? I told you that I left this life behind. I'm trying to be better now. To live in the light."
"I didn't mean it like that," Leonard promised. "I wanted to see who you were; and you were terrifying."
He quickly closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth, biting down softly, causing Sara to moan. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers scratching at his scalp.
"I didn't realize you were using the League's book for foreplay," she teased, dragging her lips along his jaw and down his neck. "If you wanted to get me alone to get frisky, all you had to do was ask."
"But this was so much more fun," he said, running his hands over the leather. "How did you fight in just a leather corset?"
"There's a jacket. I just didn't put it on," Sara said. "Did you want a demonstration, too?"
Leonard ran his hands over her bare shoulders, his mouth soon lowering to explore that exposed flesh. "No, this is good," he said, returning to his explorations.
"When am I going to get to see some of your skin?" she asked, whimpering as he sucked her flesh harder. She was going to have a bruise from his attentions, but she should be able to cover it up.
That gave Leonard pause. As much fun as he and Sara had had last time, he wasn't ready to reveal that much of himself to her. Although given what he'd asked of her today, he figured he would have to concede a little bit.
"There are…" He paused. "I'm not…" He felt naked already.
Luckily, Sara understood all too well what he wasn't saying. "I get it," she said. "I have scars too."
"Battle scars," Leonard protested.
"So are yours," Sara insisted.
Leonard shook his head, not agreeing with her one bit. Looking down, he took a step back and began to remove his jacket, followed by his shirt, leaving the black sleeveless undershirt on.
Sara closed the distance between them and ran her hands down his bare arms, feeling him shiver under her touch.
"Thank you," she whispered against his lips, before capturing them with hers.
The kiss started out slowly, but then quickly heated up.
Leonard's hands roamed over the leather bodice, trying to figure out how to get it off. He now wished that he'd watched her put it on so he'd know how to remove it.
His fingers found laces on her back and he began tugging at them until Sara guided his hand to the zipper under her left arm. He grunted his thanks as he lowered the zipper and peeled the leather away from her body. He leaned back so that he could look at her properly. Sara let him look, not bothering to try to cover up.
Taking his hand, Sara guided Leonard to the plush bench and gestured for him to sit before settling in his lap. Leonard immediately took one of her breasts in his mouth. Sara's hands ran over his head, holding him to her as he expertly teased her nipple with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.
They were so caught up in sensation that they didn't hear the voices approaching.
"I think it will help you to remember," Carter was saying as he and Kendra entered the room.
Kendra squeaked, her hands going to her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Sorry, we didn't know anyone was in here."
Sara pressed herself closer to Leonard, hastily removing the mask and wig, casting a glance back over her shoulder at the other reincarnated members of the team.
"Now you do," Leonard growled. "Get out."
Carter gave them a cool once over before grasping Kendra's elbow and guiding her from the room. "We'll come back another time. You may want to consider locking the door."
"We really need to figure out how to get these doors to lock," Sara said.
"Wardrobe room doors locked," Gideon's voice echoed through the room.
"Thanks, Gideon," Sara called out, slightly mortified by the idea that the AI knew what they were doing in here.
"You're welcome, Miss Lance," Gideon replied.
"Now that we aren't going to have any more interruptions…" Leonard promptly swung Sara around so she was lying back on the bench. He kissed his way down her chest, paying homage to the breast he'd neglected earlier.
His fingers went to her pants and swiftly opened them before easing them down her body, removing her boots as he went. When she was completely naked, Leonard ran his eyes over her body, drinking her in, scars and all.
"You're magnificent," he said, his voice completely void of all snark.
"Please tell me you came prepared," Sara said, reaching for the zipper of his pants.
Producing a condom from a pocket, he said, "Of course."
Between the two of them, they soon has his pants open and around his knees, and his cock sheathed in latex.
Sara pulled him over her until their lips crashed together. His tongue immediately sought entrance to her mouth as his cock pressed inside her.
Sara shifted her hips and he slid in to the hilt, causing them both to moan. Sara wrapped her legs around his hips and encouraged him to a fast pace. Her hands ran over his clothed back and down his toned arms. She greedily touched him everywhere she could reach.
Leonard's hands did much the same. Cold fingers quickly warmed against her heated flesh. Especially when he took her breasts in hand and kneaded and caressed them to his heart's content.
His hips began to pick up speed; short, fast strokes that rubbed against her clit with every motion.
Sara rocked against him, meeting his thrusts, knowing she was close. Her fingers clawed at his shirt, being careful not to dip beneath it, despite wanting to bury her nails in his flesh.
Realizing he was about to come, Leonard broke the kiss and bit her shoulder, burying himself as deep inside her as he could get as he felt himself let go with a shudder.
Sara whimpered as Leonard went slack above her. She managed to get a hand between their bodies to rub her clit as she continued to rock against him. Moments later her body tightened around his and she gave him a matching bite as she found her own release.
"We're getting good at this," Sara said, grinning up at Leonard when he finally began to lift himself off of her. She let her legs fall to either side of the bench, allowing him to stand.
"Practice does make perfect," he agreed, smirking as he let his gaze roam over her sprawled form.
As they dressed, a thought occurred to Sara. "Gideon, does Rip know when people ask you to do things for them?"
"I only make a report if the Captain asks for one," Gideon said.
"Afraid of the ship telling Daddy?" Leonard teased.
"Maybe a little," Sara admitted. "C'mon, we better get out of here before Carter and Kendra do tell Rip about what they saw."
Leonard picked up the pieces of the discarded Canary outfit and folded them under an arm.
Sara lifted an eyebrow at him. "You planning on trying them on yourself?"
"I thought it would be better if they weren't discovered among the other items stored here, don't you agree?"
Sara bit her bottom lip. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Gideon, please unlock the door to the wardrobe room."
"And if you're ever feeling nostalgic…" Leonard smirked.
Sara rolled her eyes. "See, I knew it was kinky role play."
Leonard just smiled.