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: 1,445
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.
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4 - Firestorm
Today felt like it had lasted a week and not a mere twenty-four hours, Sara thought as she changed out of the simple black clothing she'd donned for Carter's burial and into a tank top and yoga pants. It was wrong to have buried a teammate when the mission had barely begun.
As she settled onto the floor in her room to meditate before bed, she smiled as she remembered how Leonard had practically run to her when she'd come to collect him and Mick for the memorial. Who would have thought that Captain Cold would be at her beck and call? Then again, she never would have expected to be at his, either.
As she was having trouble focusing, she was grateful when there was a knock at her door. "Come in," she called out, although her eyes remained closed as the door opened.
"I'm interrupting," Leonard said, but made no move to leave, instead he sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her.
"Never," Sara said, opening her eyes and smiling. She leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. "I was just trying to center myself. It's been a stressful few days."
"Tell me about it," Leonard agreed. "I'm sorry I missed most of the party. You looked beautiful this evening." He stood and held his hand out to her. "C'mon, I want to show you something."
Sara took his hand and allowed him to help her stand, not letting go once she was on her feet. Only then did she notice the six pack of beer he was holding.
"Where are we going?" she asked, slipping into a pair of shoes.
"You'll see," Leonard evaded. He slowly led her through the halls to where the jump ship docked, enjoying walking around holding her hand. He didn't even care if anyone saw them.
"Ah, I'd heard that you'd gone for a joy ride with Mick and Jax," Sara said, entering the small ship. "This is how you got away?"
"It is," Leonard confirmed, opening a beer and handing it to Sara before opening his own and taking a swig. "I thought I could change the past. I didn't."
"What did you try to change?" Sara asked, sitting on one of the seats.
Leonard hesitated for a moment, but he knew that he could trust Sara. "I tried to stop my dad from going to jail. I stole the gem he got caught stealing, a very large emerald, and gave it to him. Met my five year old self, too."
"I bet you were adorable," Sara commented, bumping his shoulder with hers.
"I was precious," Leonard agreed. "I foolishly thought that if I could stop him from stealing the emerald that he wouldn't go to jail and he wouldn't become the abusive bastard that got out of jail. According to Gideon, he still went to jail. Tried to fence the gem to an undercover cop."
"I'm sorry," Sara said, sliding her hand around his shoulders.
"I wanted to kill him. Stop him from hurting my mom and sister before he even started. But Lisa hadn't been born yet and there was no way I was going to stop that from happening."
"I love how protective you are of your sister," Sara said. "I'd do anything for Laurel, too."
"To sisters," Leonard toasted, holding up his beer. Sara echoed the toast and clinked their bottles together before the both drank.
"I hear you had a rough day, too," he said after a few moments of silence.
Sara huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. My bloodlust was up, the worst that I've experienced since my soul was restored."
"I'm sorry, what?" Leonard interrupted. "Soul restored?"
"That's a story for another time," Sara promised. "The short version is that ever since I was resurrected I have a craving to kill."
"You hide it well," Leonard said.
"Thanks," Sara said. "I hate it. I worked so hard to stop being a killer after I left the League and now I have a biological urge to do it. It's not as strong as my friend Thea's bloodlust, but it's still there. It makes it hard to stop at just putting someone down. The meditation helps."
"I bet I know what else would help," Leonard said, smirking as he ran a hand up her thigh, not stopping until he cupped her sex.
Sara rolled her eyes. "I should have known this is why you brought me here." She wasn't actually protesting though. She slid down on the seat, spreading her legs so he had better access.
Leonard took the hint. He set their beers on the floor behind him and then slid his hand inside her yoga pants; running one finger along her slit, he found her very wet. He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Sara shrugged. "I told you that fighting made me horny, and I had two pretty big fights today."
Leonard ran his fingers the length of her slit a couple more times before brushing against her clit. Sara keened her approval. She reached for Leonard, pulling his mouth to hers, sliding her tongue past his lips the moment they parted for her.
Sara reached for his dick blindly, stroking him through his pants with jerky motions as she reacted to the pleasure he was creating in her. She ended up abandoning her task when Leonard replaced his finger with his thumb and slid two fingers inside her. Sara bucked and moaned, wordlessly begging him for more.
Leonard broke the kiss and with his free hand tried to slide her tank top up. Sara reached down and pulled it off herself, tossing it on the ground. Leonard immediately took one of her breasts in his mouth and that was enough for Sara. She bit her bottom lip as she lost control, pleasure washing through her until she slumped back against the seat.
Recovering quickly, Sara pulled Leonard's hand from her pants. He held her eyes as he sucked his fingers clean; a silent promise that he would be going down on her soon.
Sara practically attacked his pants, hurrying to get them open and his cock free. "Did you bring something?"
Before she could even finish speaking Leonard was holding out a condom for her, which she quickly put on him. Looking around the ship, Sara stood and removed the rest of her clothing. She pulled Leonard to his feet and kissed him.
"Wall?" she suggested, stroking his cock.
Leonard looked around at the two sets of bucket seats and agreed, "Wall." He lifted Sara and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She reached down and helped to guide him as he pressed inside her. He had just started moving when the doors opened.
"You have got to see this," Jax was saying, before choking at the sight before him.
"I do beg your pardon," Stein stuttered.
"You have got to be kidding me," Leonard groaned, pressing against Sara to shield her as much as possible.
"All right, show's over," Sara said, making a shooing motion with her hand as Jax stared at them. At least Stein had turned away.
"Yes, we'll just be going," Stein said, pulling Jax from the ship.
Sara giggled, causing Leonard to glare at her.
"It's not funny," he said.
"It kind of is," Sara objected. "We have not had sex once without someone walking in on us. I'd say it's my fault, but you've chosen at least two of our rendezvous spots."
"Touché," Leonard conceded. His lips dropped to her neck as he began moving inside her again.
Sara's legs tightened around his hips as she rocked against him. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, seeking purchase. She pulled his mouth back to hers, needing more.
Leonard began to thrust harder, knowing he was close. He got one hand between them and found Sara's clit, rubbing it in brisk circles as his hips became more erratic. With a final rough thrust, Leonard let himself go. Sara followed him over that edge.
Leonard remained slumped against her for a minute, until he was having trouble holding them both up. He let Sara's legs fall from around his hips as he eased out of her. He wrapped the condom in a tissue and stuffed it in one of the empty spots in beer caddy and they both dressed.
"One of these days we are going to do this without getting interrupted," Leonard promised her, grabbing the rest of the beer and heading back towards their rooms, their fingers once again intertwined.
"Don't go making promises you can't keep," Sara said, teasingly.
"I will keep this one," Leonard said. "Somehow."