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"You think she's in there?" Len asked; he and Sara had their ears pressed against the wall as they listened for a sign that Courtney was in fact in her room.
"Yeah, she just dropped her remote." Sara confirmed after hearing the telltale sound of the plastic TV remote hitting the metal floor.
"Are we sure about this?" Len questioned and Sara chuckled as she pulled her ear off the wall and turned to face him.
"It was your idea," she mocked,
"No, it was my idea to mess with her by making it sound like we're having fun in here." He reminded but Sara only rolled her eyes.
"Nervous Crook?" She mocked and he only smirked at her.
"Never," he promised, "I'm just saying that you and I still aren't sure that we even kissed when we got married, so technically this would be our first kiss."
"And it's all we're doing," Sara reminded him.
His idea was to just come in here and blast a porn movie, but they quickly realized that Courtney would be able to hear any background noise in the movie, and if any names ended up being called that would be a dead giveaway. Plan B was for Sara to just come in here and make the noises, but that was just awkward. So in the end they had decided that, since they technically are husband and wife, there should be nothing significant about them kissing a little and throwing in a few extra moans for good measure.
Despite it haven't been Snart's idea, Sara made the first move. Wrapping her arms around his neck with a teasing smile she stood on her toes and planted a kiss of false affection on him, or at least it started out as false. It only took Leonard a second before he reciprocated the kiss. It was supposed to be fake, and for the most part it was up until Sara parted her lips just enough to let out a moan loud enough for Courtney to hear in the next room. But for whatever reason Leonard decided to take her open mouth as an invitation to slip his tongue inside of her, and at that point the kiss started to become real. He grabbed her by the hips and pressed her back against the wall, that was the plan after all, but Sara hadn't expected him to do it so forcefully. She liked it though, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as his thumbs continuously caressed down on her as though he were trying to hook them over the edge of her bones. She loved the feeling of his tongue dominating hers, even if the only reason was her letting it. She started grinding against the wall, purposely bumping the desk to ensure that her nosey neighbor would hear it and the lower she went, the more Leonard tried to pull her back up, and she loved it.
Leonard also hadn't expected to enjoy kissing Sara as much as he was. There had been very few times throughout his life in which time seemed to standstill, and this was definitely one of those. When Sara went in to kiss him the world all of a sudden felt like it had frozen in that one moment, and then it moved in an entirely different way. He pressed her into the wall, half because it was the plan and half because he did not want her slipping from his grasp. She grinded down so that she could hit the desk and make some noise, but he kept drawing her back up because for the life of him he didn't want to release her lips.
"Think she's gone?" Sara panted when they finally parted for air, reminding them both that there had been a reason they started this little make out session.
"Not sure," Len replied before he found himself with Sara's lips crashed back against his.
He launched his tongue back into her moth, catching a moan that she released and emitting one of his own. He continued using his hands to massage her hips until that somehow turned into grabbing her ass and her tight gripe on the nape of his neck became harder when she braced her weight there while jumping to wrap her legs around his waist.
"I think she's gone, want to stop?" Sara asked just as Len had slipped a thumb underneath the fabric of her t-shirt, the contact on her skin sending shivers down her spine.
He looked up at her for a minute, her looking back down at him patiently as she awaited his answer with baited breath. To tell the truth, she didn't want to stop. She's been with both men and women since she came back from the dead and her soul was restored; but this was the first time she had ever felt anything. She knew that continuing would be a risk, but it was one she was willing to take if he was.
"Only if you do," he finally replied, more than happy with the response of a headshake and Sara's lips coming back to his. Not even a minute later he began walking them backwards until they reached the bed, at which point he turned around and gently lay Sara on her back.
He looked down at her for a moment, her looking back up at him with patient eyes as she waited for him to join her. When they discovered what they had drunkenly done, they both could've taken it worse. They tried getting out of it of course, but when they couldn't they just took it in stride and agreed that if they were stuck with each other then they would be stuck with each other.
But suddenly, it wasn't feeling like they were stuck.
"Hey," Sara said gently, pulling him out of his thoughts and focusing his attention back on her. "You ok?" She asked and he smirked in response before climbing on top of her and leaning down to kiss her.
"Perfect," he answered just as he released her lips, she smiled beneath him and he kissed her again.
In the morning Sara and Leonard noticed that their plan might have backfired on them. Sure the plan was intended to disturb Courtney, and it succeeded, but they hadn't exactly planned on where she would go or what it would be like after. They got their answer to that when they arrived at breakfast and found the blonde teenager sitting at the bar with Jax and talking, though they halted their conversation the moment the resident crook and assassin entered.
"Everything ok?" Len asked, it was just the four of them thankfully, meaning that it was most likely that they were the only four to know about last nights events.
"Yeah, sure, but can we just set the record straight here?" Jax requested, "Are you two a thing or not?"
Sara and Leonard exchanged a quick look between themselves, not having expected Jax to be so forward in his questioning. To be honest, they themselves still weren't really sure if last night should change anything or not; but that isn't something Jax and Courtney need to know.
"No," Len drawled, "But we know that some people enjoy snooping, so we decided to give you what you were listening for." He concluded and that had both Courtney and Jax looking rather embarrassed and ashamed of themselves, although Courtney definitely felt worse out of the two.
"Sorry," she murmured, eyes downcast in shame as Sara and Leonard shared a grin at their victory.
"Apology accepted," The older blonde said to her young teammate, "Now come on, Rip's going to want us all on the bridge."
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In the weeks following the incident that no one ever dared talk about, things actually managed to achieve some semblance of normal. Courtney was still trying to silently decipher the details of her teammates personal lives, but after awhile she began to catch on and settle into her own place within the group. Jax never brought up the incident either, thankfully. Sara and Leonard never acknowledged it either, though that's not to say it didn't change anything between them. They still shared Sara's bed at night; Len hardly ever went into his own room anymore except to get his clothes or his gun. Sometimes they slept the way they did before they decided to mess with Courtney; i.e. nothing more than next to each other. Occasionally they would do more than sleep, but not often. Most of the time when they decided it was time to quit the card games and go to sleep Sara would end up wrapped in Leonard's arms with her head pillowed on either his chest or his shoulder. Sometimes they wondered what they were, but they didn't really care enough to label it. As far as the judicial system is concerned they're married, so why bother trying to figure out what it is that they really are?
Those were the thoughts running through Sara's mind as she suited up for the upcoming mission. Why they were running through her head now of all times she had no idea, it's not like she was heading into any undercover work. No, they were going straight into battle in the middle of World War II. It's not an assignment too out of the ordinary, just another gang of time pirates selling a modern machine gun to the armies of the past. This time though, this time it was bad even for time pirates. They were selling to Germany, which, needless to say, can't have any good outcomes. Therefore the team had decided to stop the meeting from ever occurring by ambushing the time pirates as they prepared, but unfortunately they weren't the only ones with such an agenda.
Gideon was able to track the time pirate's ship and to a forest just outside of Berlin and so the team was now positioned strategically around it's suspected perimeter, hard to judge with the ship being cloaked, and waiting for the crew to come marching out. Ordinarily, the entire team wouldn't be necessary for such a simple mission, but with no idea as to how many pirates they were going to be dealing with they wanted to be prepared. Anyway they were all in position with the hawks perched high in a tree when Carter's voice rang through the comms.
"Rip, we've got a problem." He said,
"There's a woman coming." Kendra added,
"What do you mean there's a woman coming?" Rip all but snapped, they may have been working as the protectors of history for a few months now, but that doesn't mean they've reached the point where a plan actually works out the way it's supposed to.
"I mean there's a woman heading right for the pirate's ship," Kendra's voice hissed in annoyance.
"And she looks like she's on a mission." Carter put in and it was almost as if the rest of the team could feel Rip's frustration seething through the link of the comms, no matter how many wild cards he ever brought into consideration he always seemed to forget one.
As if it was on cue, the time pirates chose that exact moment to open the walkway of their ship and disembark.
"Rip-" Mick didn't have time to finish, the pirates noticed the woman, and the woman took four of them down single handedly before the fifth stunned her using the same type of gun Rip had used when he recruited the team.
"Whoa," Courtney finally managed to say after the scene below had played out.
Ever since the start of the mission to kill Savage, the group had seen some pretty strange things, but the sight of an average looking woman running into a man twice her size at full speed and knocking him unconscious was definitely among the interesting.
"Yes, whoa indeed Miss. Whitmore, but now they've gotten away so we have to follow them to the war meeting." Rip huffed through the link.
"And what about the woman?" Sara questioned and again Rip sighed,
"We'll have to rescue her," he decided,
"She didn't look like she'll need saving," Jax pointed out but it went ignored by Rip, who simply ordered the group to meet up at their rendezvous point.
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When the plan changed it resulted in the team going for a more covert approach much like during their first ever mission when they were in 1975. They returned very briefly to the Waverider to grab some disguises for the arms deal, listening the entire time to Rip lecturing them about last time.
"Relax Rip, last time were hardly knew each other, this time we know whose capable of what." Sara insisted after they got past security for the arms deal, though Rip seemed far from reassured.
He had a right to be nervous though, they were here to apprehend a group of dangerous time criminals and being in the middle of an arms deal, they would need to be subtle about it. The risks were things that the pirates could use to their advantage, as the team not being able to make an outright attack is a huge disadvantage for them. The fact that they were able to sneak into the arms deal was practically a miracle in itself.
"There's the pirates," Stein whispered to Rip, nodding his head towards the group of men they were after.
"And they've got the woman," Sara seethed, and in fact they did.
It was obvious that they were holding her against her will, as the one of the men had a vice like grip on her bicep.
"We'll worry about her later, Miss Lance, right now we need to focus on obtaining those weapons before they get into the hands of the Germans." Rip said but it was Courtney who raised an eyebrow at the words.
"Wait a minute," she said skeptically, "They're married, but she's still Miss Lance?" She asked, gesturing between Sara and Leonard who each rolled their eyes at the comment.
"We got married without realizing it, I was not about to take his last name." Sara quickly explained,
"And I wasn't about to stick her with it," Len chimed in,
"That's enough," Rip interrupted before anybody else could weigh in on the subject, "We need to focus on getting the weapons before anyone can see them, or else we risk damaging the timeline." He continued.
"And how exactly are we supposed to do that?" Carter questioned,
"I've got one idea," Mick said, and of course everyone knew that he was thinking of starting a fight.
"So do I," Len added before Mick's request could be denied, because even he knew it would be.
"Rob 'em blind?" Sara asked with a knowing smirk that Len returned right back to her.
"Watch and learn," he sai and without another word he set off towards the group of pirates, despite protests from Rip, and soon disappeared into the crowd.
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Amaya Jiwe, all things considered, was in trouble. She'd gotten word that something big would be going down today, something that could have the power to change the course of the war. She had been on her way to check it out when she ran into some very odd-looking strangers in the woods and they attacked her. She fought back of course, but they eventually got the better of her and confiscated her totem, which they were now holding over her head to keep her quiet until they had sold their weapons. She was trying to figure a way out of this, when she noticed a man approach the member of the group holding her, specifically the one who was in charge of the weapons case. He clamped a hand over the captor's mouth and dragged him away, taking the case and her totem with him.
"You're being robbed," She said to the man holding her directly, who subsequently turned his head just in time to see the mysterious man dragging his buddy away.
"Hey!" He shouted but the mystery man didn't turn back, instead he began to walk faster.
Len should've known that robbing the time pirates blind wouldn't be so easy, and maybe in the back of his mind he did. So when the war meeting turned into a war itself, well, it wasn't that surprising.
What was surprising was that the woman the pirates had been holding hostage attacked Sara instead of her captors, and while the two girls were striking blows at each other someone decided to drop a bomb of tear gas onto the floor. The fighting stopped almost immediately; everyone was too busy running around blind and unable to breath that they suddenly didn't care who got the machine gun and who died trying. Len in particular was tittering on the very edge of unconsciousness when he finally found his way out of the building, lucky not to have been shot in the process. Almost the entire team was this lucky in fact,
Almost.