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: ~3,500
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.
Leonard approached Rip in his study as they idled in the time stream.
"Have you decided where we are going next?" he casually asked.
Rip looked up from the papers he was studying. "Hmm? Oh, um, well, we know that Savage was an advisor to Hitler in the early 1940s, I was thinking of going there next."
"Into Nazi Germany?" Leonard pointed out. "Stein will love that."
"Yes, well, we all need to face unsettling situations on this mission," Rip stated, not seeming to really get it.
"Will you need the full team for this little field trip?" Leonard asked, letting it go. It didn't really concern him, anyway.
"Most likely not," Rip said. "If there is something you want to ask me, why don't you just do it?"
"If we're not needed, Sara and I would like a few days away from the ship. Alone," Leonard said, hating to ask for permission to take his girl out.
"I don't see why not," Rip answered. "Savage was working on weapons, we believe. I should only need Doctors Stein and Palmer for this one."
"Much obliged," Leonard said, leaving to tell Sara the good news. Not only would he and Sara get some uninterrupted time together, but there was something in Germany in the 1940s that he had his eye on.
Upon arriving in Berlin 1943, Leonard appropriated the jump ship and he and Sara left the team behind, after assuring Rip that they would keep their comm devices handy. Jax had shown everyone on the team how to operate the jump ship, in case of emergencies.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Sara asked, smoothing down the skirt of her dress. "And why did you insist on wearing that awful uniform?"
"If we don't want any trouble from the locals, we need to blend in," Leonard reminded her, frowning at the swastika on his arm, not liking it any better than she did.
"And the locals would be…?" she asked.
"German," Leonard answered, earning an eye roll from Sara.
"I kinda figured that much," she said.
Approaching the town, Leonard finally shared their destination. "We're headed to a town called Dresden."
Sara's forehead scrunched up. "Like the wizard?"
Leonard turned to look at her. "I beg your pardon?"
"Guess not," Sara said with a shrug. "From the books, you know, The Dresden Files. They're about a wizard P.I. in Chicago. Felicity got me into them. Dresden kind of reminded me of my dad."
"Haven't heard of them," Leonard said. "When I say Dresden, I'm referring to the Dresden Diamonds."
Sara blinked at him and then slapped his arm. "You brought me on a jewel heist for our first real date?"
Leonard smirked at her. "Don't act surprised that I'd take advantage of a situation like this. We happen to be in a time and a place where their location is well documented. Of course I'm going to take you on a heist."
Sara slumped down in her seat and crossed her arms. "I should have known better than to think we were just getting away for a sexy weekend."
"We're doing that, too," Leonard assured her. "We're booked at one of the best hotels this town has to offer." Sara perked up a bit at that. "If you really don't want to join me to steal the diamonds, I believe there are baths in Königstein, as well."
"I thought you said we were going to Dresden?" Sara asked.
"The hotel is in Dresden, the diamonds were moved to the Königstein Fortress last year," Leonard informed her. "It's just up the mountain."
"You want to steal diamonds from a fortress filled with Nazis?" Sara demanded, incredulously.
"As if that will be difficult," Leonard scoffed.
"I better come with you," Sara said, reluctantly. "You might need backup."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Leonard said. "We're here." He landed the ship just outside the city, near the river. He retrieved their luggage and they exited the ship. "Gideon, please keep the ship cloaked."
"Cloaking jump ship," Gideon confirmed as it shimmered into invisibility.
It was a short walk into town and Leonard headed straight for their hotel. For being in a country in the middle of a war, it was more comfortable than Sara had expected. The high ranking Nazi uniform probably helped them to get a nicer room as well.
Sara headed straight for the bed, sliding to the center of the queen sized mattress and reclining on her elbows. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here?" she asked, her voice husky.
Leonard unabashedly ran his eyes over her body, admiring the way the cinched waist of her dress accentuated her figure. "Tempting, but work before pleasure."
Sara flopped back on the bed with a huff of annoyance. Leonard ignored her, setting the suitcase on the bench at the foot of the bed and opening it, removing several sheets of paper and taking them to a table by the window.
The sound of rustling paper roused Sara and she rolled onto her side to see what Leonard was doing. She caught a glimpse of one of the papers and hopped off the bed.
"Are those blueprints?" she asked.
"Indeed they are," Leonard confirmed, laying them out on the table.
"How did you get blueprints to a fortress in the 1940s?" she asked.
"Gideon is remarkably helpful," Leonard said.
Sara's eyes widened. "Gideon knows you're going to steal diamonds from a fortress?"
Leonard glared at her. "Of course not," he said. "That's the great thing about asking a computer for a favor. It doesn't ask why, it just gives you all the information you need."
"I suppose that's also how you found the hotel so quickly," Sara guessed.
Leonard pulled out a map of the town and surrounding area, several routes marked out from where they'd left the jump ship to town as well as from the town to the fortress.
"How long have you been planning this?" Sara asked, impressed.
"Since Rip picked this destination three days ago," Leonard said. "I generally prefer to have more time while planning a job, but thanks to Gideon, I didn't have to do surveillance myself to learn about guard rotation and the precise location of the diamonds."
"Gideon had all of that information?" Sara asked, surprised.
"Not at first," Leonard said. "But once I made the request for that information, she was able to obtain it for me."
"You weren't afraid that Rip was going to find out what you were planning?"
"Rip's so caught up in his hunt for Savage that it hasn't ever occurred to him that I have been planning side jobs nearly every place we've been," Leonard pointed out.
"He knows you stole that emerald for your dad," Sara countered. "And Ray told him that you were trying to steal more than the dagger from Savage."
"But he only learned about those things after the fact," Leonard reminded her. "He had no idea what I was planning ahead of time. Even now, he thinks we've simply gone away for a few days of - how did you phrase it - sexy times."
"To be fair, that's what I thought, too," Sara said.
Leonard smirked and ran a hand down her back. "Yes, well, you had your pleasure in mind, and he had his," he said, leaning over to place a kiss on her neck, causing her to shiver.
Sara moaned, tilting her head to the side to give him better access, and reached out to pull him closer. Leonard obliged, pulling Sara flush against his body as his lips and teeth explored every inch of her neck and jaw.
Her hands reached for his face, pulling him up to meet her lips in a searing kiss. She nipped at his bottom lip, soothing it with her tongue and he readily opened to her, meeting her eagerness with his own.
After several minutes of simply losing themselves in the kiss, Leonard wrenched himself away from Sara, turning his back on her as he fought to get control of himself.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked, panting for breath.
"You're trying to distract me," Leonard accused, finally turning back to her. "I'm trying to plan a job and you're distracting me."
"I got caught up in the moment," Sara countered. "Nothing malicious behind it. Besides, you touched me first."
It took Leonard a moment, but then he recalled that yes, he had been the one to start that round of touching. Rather than apologize, he simply smirked and licked his lips. Damn, she really was distracting, especially now with kiss-swollen lips. He had to shake his head to refocus.
Frowning, he suggested, "Maybe I should do this alone."
It was Sara's turn to smirk. "Afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off me in the field?"
Leonard refused to answer.
"I can keep it professional if you can," Sara taunted. "Where's my uniform?"
For the first time, Leonard looked uncomfortable. "That's the thing… Women were not soldiers. You can go in as a housekeeper, a nurse, or as my secretary," Leonard admitted.
Sara groaned. "Right. Nazis were sexist pigs as well as racist assholes. I guess if I have to choose, then I'm going in as your secretary. It'll be less conspicuous if we're seen together."
"I agree," Leonard said, internally breathing a sigh of relief that she didn't have more of an objection. "In which case, what you're wearing will suffice."
"Did you at least pack my knives and bo staff?" Sara asked.
"Of course," Leonard said, going to pull the items in question from the suitcase. He watched as Sara meticulously hid half a dozen knives beneath her clothing and slipped her compressed staff into her handbag.
"All right, what else do I need to know?" she asked.
The heist went off without a hitch, which shouldn’t have surprised her, but it kind of did; they just didn’t seem to usually have that kind of luck. Maybe she was just distracted by watching Leonard operating in his element – his focused intensity on the job and his attention to detail turning her on – and in what felt like no time at all; they were back in the hotel room.
Leonard carefully set his satchel, which contained his cold gun and the diamonds, on a table before taking Sara in his arms. "You were magnificent," he said, almost gleefully, before claiming her mouth.
Sara kissed him back eagerly, high from the rush of having made a clean getaway. She giggled into the kiss, the sound caught by Leonard's lips.
Her hands went to his uniform jacket and she began to slip the buttons free; partly eager to get the offensive garment off of him, and partly to just get him closer to being naked. Or at least as naked as he got.
Leonard's hands weren't idle either. Once Sara had removed his jacket, he was able to lower the zipper of her dress, helping her to step out of it without ever breaking their kiss. He started to blindly run his hands over her body when Sara stepped back.
"Hang on a second," she said, breathing heavily. "Don't want you to cut yourself."
Leonard tilted his head and took in the startling sight of Sara in her 1940s undergarments with several thin knives protruding from beneath bra, wrist, and garter straps. He swallowed as he felt himself harden at the sight.
"Very considerate of you," he croaked, giving away how affected he was seeing her looking so dangerously sexy.
Sara smirked as she slowly removed each of the knives and set them on the bedside table before she reached up and removed the pins holding her hair up in the bun Leonard had insisted she wear for the heist.
She had barely finished shaking out her hair when Leonard was on her, his mouth devouring hers.
Not wanting to be the only one in their underwear, Sara's hands attacked his shirt, fighting with the buttons until she finally pulled the shirt apart, not caring as the buttons simply popped off. It wasn't like Gideon couldn't just make a new shirt if they needed it.
Leonard helped her to get it off his arms while she next attacked his pants, getting them open much easier.
Leonard turned them so that Sara's back was to the bed and walked them closer until she suddenly sat down on it. He encouraged her to scoot back as he stepped out of his shoes, socks and pants.
Sara had unclasped the garter belt from her waist, but before she could unclip her stockings, Leonard's hands stilled hers. "Let me," he requested, lowering himself to his knees. At the heat in his eyes, she could only nod her head yes.
She settled back on her elbows as Leonard's fingers trailed along the top of the strap of her left garter until he reached where it was clipped to her stocking. He bent to kiss the juncture before unclasping it and kissing the newly revealed flesh. Then he raised that leg until her foot was braced on his shoulder as he removed the strap behind her leg. Her breath hitched as he kissed that spot, too.
Then he repeated the process with her right leg.
Once he'd tossed the belt aside, he turned his attention to the stockings themselves. His lips followed the trail along her inner leg as he ever so slowly slid the silk down her leg and off her foot.
By the time he'd finished with the second leg, Sara knew he had to be able to see how wet she was by now.
She sat up and wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him closer. "Please tell me you brought condoms. Lots of them."
"What do you think?" he retorted, unhooking her legs so that he could go get them.
Sara was kneeling on the bed when he returned to her, her bra having joined the other clothing scattered on the floor. She held her hand out to him and he tossed a couple of condoms on the bed.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and yanked his undershirt over his head, holding it protectively in front of him for a moment before dropping it at his feet.
He stood there, self-consciously, for a long moment before looking up at Sara, prepared to see revulsion in her eyes.
What he saw; surprised him. There was no pity, no repulsion - only acceptance and her hands still extended for him to join her.
"Thank you," she said when he finally joined her on the bed. She pulled him close and kissed him softly, but thoroughly.
"I don't know why you're so shy about your body," she said when they parted, her hands ghosting down his arms, where she knew her touch was welcome.
Leonard looked down at his chest. While he knew he had a little muscle definition, all he saw were the two large scars. He knew his back was worse.
Sara tentatively reached out to touch one of the scars, waiting for him to tell her to stop, but he didn't. "Your father?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes," he whispered, shivering from her gentle touch. "Those were from bottles that he went after Lisa with." He paused and then slowly turned around. "These were from his belt."
"Why?" Sara asked, tears in her voice.
"Why does any man beat his children?" Leonard retorted. "We were there. And I kept trying to stop him from going after Lisa and my mom."
He startled when he felt Sara's lips against one of the welts and he nearly cried. Her lips found every one of the scars on his back before she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his chest.
"You're a good man for trying to stop him," she whispered in his ear. "You didn't deserve this."
"Don't they bother you?" he asked.
Sara turned him to face her. "Not even a little bit." At his doubtful look, she asked, "Have you ever actually seen my back?"
Leonard tried to think back and realized that he never actually had. He'd touched her bare back before, but the only time he'd taken her from behind she'd been wearing her white leather top.
"No, I haven't," he admitted.
Sara slid out from behind him to stand with her back to him.
He sucked a breath. He'd felt some raised flesh before, but he hadn't realized she had so many scars covering her back.
"Ra's believed in punishing willfulness with a whip," Sara casually stated. "I've always had a strong will."
Leonard reached out to run his fingers over the scars. Then, just as she'd done to him, he kissed each one in turn.
Sara turned in his arms, running her hands over his head as she bent to kiss him.
"We're not our scars," she said against his lips, kissing him lightly.
Leonard pressed his face to her belly and she ran her hands soothingly over his head while he processed that.
Soon she felt his lips against her skin and her lips curled into a smile. She slid her hands down over his shoulders and as far down his back as she could reach without moving her body and distracting Leonard from kissing his way down her belly and along the top of her panties.
Leonard's fingers trailed up the backs of her legs until they could hook into the waistband of her panties and pull them back down the same path. His tongue darted out to taste her and he was hardly surprised to find her wet.
Sara keened and rolled her hips, encouraging him to continue. However, Leonard had other plans. With his hands on her waist, he lifted her and swung her onto the bed.
Sara laughed at her sudden change in position, sliding up the bed, as Leonard removed his briefs and joined her. By the time he had crawled over her body, Sara had opened a condom and she slid it onto him as soon as he was in reach.
"I don't deserve you," he said, sliding inside her.
Sara moaned, wrapping her legs around him. "Of course you do," she insisted. "Besides, I'm no angel. If anything, you're the angel on my shoulder."
"Now that's a scary image," Leonard said, building to a steady rhythm.
"Enough talking," Sara said, pulling his mouth to hers. He surged over her, changing the angle with which he entered her so that he now brushed against her clit with every stroke.
Sara rocked against him, hands running over the skin of his back as her breasts pressed against his naked chest. After the excitement and emotions of the day, she knew it wouldn't take her long to reach completion, and she could tell he was as close as she was.
Leonard dropped to his elbows, pressing his full weight against Sara, as his hips became more erratic. His lips trailed kisses along her jaw to that spot behind her ear that he knew was especially sensitive.
"Yes," Sara hissed in encouragement, her nails raking down his back, adding her own marks to his skin.
Leonard growled at the sensation, biting her shoulder as he jerked against her, losing himself in the feel of her. Sara followed him over the edge, clutching him tightly as pleasure ran through her body.
It took Leonard a few minutes to recover enough to roll them both onto their sides. He was still buried inside Sara, but wouldn't be for long. Sara's legs remained wrapped around him as she kissed him lazily.
A few minutes later, Leonard rolled out of bed and disposed of the condom. He encouraged Sara to stand long enough for them to crawl under the covers and she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. He slid into the bed behind her, wrapping himself around her and breathing her in, feeling more contentment than he could remember ever feeling before.
When they returned to the ship late the next day, after having spent the entire day in bed, they were almost surprised to find that the team had been successful in their mission. Savage was still alive, but they'd destroyed the work he'd been doing, so they were considering it a win.
Rip met them at the jump ship's docking bay, every bit the disapproving father. "I hope that you have gotten this need to procreate all over my ship out of your system," he said.
Sara and Leonard looked at each other and smiled conspiratorially, their arms wrapped around each other.
"We make no promises," Leonard said as he led Sara towards her room, leaving a sputtering Rip behind them.
"And here I thought you were over getting caught," Sara said quietly.
"Oh, I am," Leonard readily agreed. "But he doesn't need to know that."
Sara's laughter echoed throughout the ship.