Fic: The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins 2/3 (Sara Lance/Leonard Snart) Teen
Title: The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: General Audience
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart
Summary: gawkydoteficus prompted: FLUFFY PROMPT FLUFFY PROMPT FOR CC: Sara will forget to eat when she trains to Len starts leaving little snacks for her in her room/around the ship/in the training area?
Timeline: sometime during season one
Word Count: Overall: 4,186, This Chapter: 1,319
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television.
Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.
Start from the beginning
Chapter Three: The Main Event
After Leonard had set the table, including the salad, checked on dinner in the oven, and that the ice cream was still in the freezer, he reluctantly left to go change into whatever Kendra had picked out for him, leaving Mick to watch over the galley.
Upon entering his room, Leonard spotted the black suit jacket and black dress shirt lying on his bed, along with a note.
How'd I do?
- Kendra
Leonard stripped out of his jacket and sweater and slipped into the dress shirt, which fit him perfectly. He quickly tucked it into the black pants he'd been wearing as Kendra had thankfully not provided him with dress pants. He was willing to wear the dress shirt and jacket, but wearing a full suit would feel too much like running a con, and he didn't want that with Sara.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Leonard could admit that he looked good in the form fitting shirt. While he may not show it off, he did have a good physique, if he did say so himself.
Finally he pulled on the black suit jacket and couldn't resist smirking. Maybe Kendra had been right in insisting that he dress for this dinner with Sara. Not that he'd tell her that.
Realizing that he hadn't said what time dinner would be, Leonard stopped by Sara's room to see if she was ready now. Her door was closed, but when he knocked she called out, "Come in."
Sara was in her bathroom, just finishing applying her lipstick.
Her face lit up upon seeing Leonard standing in her room. "Hey!" she said in greeting. She boldly ran her eyes over him, unconsciously licking her newly painted lips. "Don't you clean up nice?"
"You look beautiful," Leonard said sincerely, his eyes raking over her.
"Thank you," Sara said. "Is it time?"
"I came to see if you were ready," Leonard said. "We didn't actually set a time and dinner is nearly done."
"Yeah, let me just grab… Actually, I don't need anything," Sara said, realizing that she wouldn't need any weapons, a phone, or even any money.
"Why don't you take this?" Leonard said, offering his elbow.
Sara chuckled, taking his arm. "Smooth."
Aside from sparring or the kiss earlier that day, this was the first time that Leonard had offered a part of himself to Sara to be touched.
"C'mon, I need to make sure Mick hasn't let dinner burn," Leonard said, guiding Sara towards the galley.
"So what's up with Mick announcing to everyone that we were having dinner tonight?" Sara asked. "Didn't think you'd be so keen to have everyone knowing our business."
"That wasn't my intention," Leonard admitted. "I asked Mick to keep people away tonight since I made dinner for you. Didn't want everyone else trying to join us."
"I appreciate it. Of course, they're just going to make up their own stories about what's going on," Sara pointed out.
"Let them," Leonard said. "Won't be as good as the real thing."
"Hey, boss," Mick said from his post in the doorway to the galley. "No one went in."
"Thanks, Mick," Leonard said.
"You both look hot," Mick said, taking in the pair.
"Thanks, Mick," Sara said.
"You want me to keep guard while you eat?" Mick asked.
"No, you've done enough," Leonard said. "Go ahead and make your pizzas and get out of here."
"Gideon, you heard the man, pizza me," Mick said. "One large cheese and one large meat lovers."
While Mick waited for his food, Leonard led Sara to the table and offered her one of the seats. He opened the bottle of red wine and poured them each a glass.
"Have fun you two," Mick said, taking his pizzas and leaving, instructing Gideon to close the door behind him.
"Alone at last," Sara purred.
"Hold that thought," Leonard said and went to pull a casserole dish from the oven, bringing it to the table.
Sara's delighted laugh made the effort worthwhile.
"You made mac and cheese?" Sara asked.
"From scratch," Leonard confirmed. "It's one of my specialties."
"I think I'm in love," Sara sighed. Both of them ignored the thrill those words evoked.
Once Leonard finally sat down, Sara raised her glass. "What should we toast to?"
"Always having someone to eat with?" Leonard suggested.
"To new beginnings," Sara said.
They clinked glasses before each took a sip. Leonard dished out servings of the pasta and they began to eat.
Sara lifted a forkful of cheesy pasta, blowing away some the steam rising from it to cool it off before taking a bite. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight as she chewed and swallowed.
"This is really good," Sara said. "I had no idea you could cook."
"One of my many hidden talents," Leonard said, glowing internally from the praise. "Mom died when Lisa was just a kid and with my dad usually too drunk to remember to eat himself, let alone feed us, I learned how to make a few things."
"Wouldn't the boxed stuff have been easier?" Sara asked, taking another bite. "Not that I'm complaining. This is amazing."
"Easier, but not as filling. Besides, do you know how many chemicals are in that stuff? Cheese should not be neon orange," Leonard said, his face twisted with disgust as he took a bite.
Sara laughed and sipped at her wine.
Pointing his filled fork at her, Leonard said, "Hey, if I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it right."
Sara leaned forward and captured his fork with her mouth, sitting back as she took the contents of it with her. After she'd swallowed, she licked her lips, all the while holding Leonard's eyes. "You're certainly off to a good start."
Leonard remained frozen in place, his mouth hanging slightly open, all of his blood having run south. He licked his lips and took a drink of wine, his empty fork dropping back to his plate.
"I'm glad you like it," he finally managed to say in a normal voice.
"This is one of the nicest things anyone has done for me in a very long time," Sara said, honestly. "The fact that it tastes great is a bonus. I would have been happy just sharing something Gideon made, so long as it was with you."
"That's what I said," Gideon interrupted.
"Can it, Gideon," Leonard snapped, causing Sara to smirk. "Trying to have a private conversation here."
"Canning it," Gideon responded.
"What I was going to say before we were rudely interrupted," Leonard paused to glare at the ceiling in case Gideon was going to interrupt again, "is that it is my pleasure. You're much better dinner company than Mick."
"What, Mick doesn't get prettied up for you?" Sara teased.
"Not since joining this crew," Leonard said.
Sara laughed. "You telling me there's more to your partnership than just thievery and I'm wasting my time here?"
"Partnership is all business, and you are not wasting your time," Leonard said, allowing her to feel the weight of his words.
Sara's breath hitched at the intensity she saw in his eyes.
"Hey, Leonard, what would you say to making this a regular thing?" Sara breathily asked.
"Me cooking or us eating together?"
"Either. Both," Sara said. "Whichever means us being alone together."
"I'd say that's the best proposition that I've gotten in a very long time," Leonard said.
Standing, Sara moved around the table, watching as Leonard pushed his chair back as he read her intent. Sliding onto his lap, her arms going around his neck, Sara said, "I'm not really hungry anymore."
"You know, neither am I," Leonard agreed, his hands settling on her hips.
"But there's still ice cream," Gideon announced.
"Shut up, Gideon," Sara and Leonard said in unison.
It was the last thing that either one of them said for a very long time.
The End
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: General Audience
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart
Summary: gawkydoteficus prompted: FLUFFY PROMPT FLUFFY PROMPT FOR CC: Sara will forget to eat when she trains to Len starts leaving little snacks for her in her room/around the ship/in the training area?
Timeline: sometime during season one
Word Count: Overall: 4,186, This Chapter: 1,319
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television.
Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.
Start from the beginning
Chapter Three: The Main Event
After Leonard had set the table, including the salad, checked on dinner in the oven, and that the ice cream was still in the freezer, he reluctantly left to go change into whatever Kendra had picked out for him, leaving Mick to watch over the galley.
Upon entering his room, Leonard spotted the black suit jacket and black dress shirt lying on his bed, along with a note.
How'd I do?
- Kendra
Leonard stripped out of his jacket and sweater and slipped into the dress shirt, which fit him perfectly. He quickly tucked it into the black pants he'd been wearing as Kendra had thankfully not provided him with dress pants. He was willing to wear the dress shirt and jacket, but wearing a full suit would feel too much like running a con, and he didn't want that with Sara.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Leonard could admit that he looked good in the form fitting shirt. While he may not show it off, he did have a good physique, if he did say so himself.
Finally he pulled on the black suit jacket and couldn't resist smirking. Maybe Kendra had been right in insisting that he dress for this dinner with Sara. Not that he'd tell her that.
Realizing that he hadn't said what time dinner would be, Leonard stopped by Sara's room to see if she was ready now. Her door was closed, but when he knocked she called out, "Come in."
Sara was in her bathroom, just finishing applying her lipstick.
Her face lit up upon seeing Leonard standing in her room. "Hey!" she said in greeting. She boldly ran her eyes over him, unconsciously licking her newly painted lips. "Don't you clean up nice?"
"You look beautiful," Leonard said sincerely, his eyes raking over her.
"Thank you," Sara said. "Is it time?"
"I came to see if you were ready," Leonard said. "We didn't actually set a time and dinner is nearly done."
"Yeah, let me just grab… Actually, I don't need anything," Sara said, realizing that she wouldn't need any weapons, a phone, or even any money.
"Why don't you take this?" Leonard said, offering his elbow.
Sara chuckled, taking his arm. "Smooth."
Aside from sparring or the kiss earlier that day, this was the first time that Leonard had offered a part of himself to Sara to be touched.
"C'mon, I need to make sure Mick hasn't let dinner burn," Leonard said, guiding Sara towards the galley.
"So what's up with Mick announcing to everyone that we were having dinner tonight?" Sara asked. "Didn't think you'd be so keen to have everyone knowing our business."
"That wasn't my intention," Leonard admitted. "I asked Mick to keep people away tonight since I made dinner for you. Didn't want everyone else trying to join us."
"I appreciate it. Of course, they're just going to make up their own stories about what's going on," Sara pointed out.
"Let them," Leonard said. "Won't be as good as the real thing."
"Hey, boss," Mick said from his post in the doorway to the galley. "No one went in."
"Thanks, Mick," Leonard said.
"You both look hot," Mick said, taking in the pair.
"Thanks, Mick," Sara said.
"You want me to keep guard while you eat?" Mick asked.
"No, you've done enough," Leonard said. "Go ahead and make your pizzas and get out of here."
"Gideon, you heard the man, pizza me," Mick said. "One large cheese and one large meat lovers."
While Mick waited for his food, Leonard led Sara to the table and offered her one of the seats. He opened the bottle of red wine and poured them each a glass.
"Have fun you two," Mick said, taking his pizzas and leaving, instructing Gideon to close the door behind him.
"Alone at last," Sara purred.
"Hold that thought," Leonard said and went to pull a casserole dish from the oven, bringing it to the table.
Sara's delighted laugh made the effort worthwhile.
"You made mac and cheese?" Sara asked.
"From scratch," Leonard confirmed. "It's one of my specialties."
"I think I'm in love," Sara sighed. Both of them ignored the thrill those words evoked.
Once Leonard finally sat down, Sara raised her glass. "What should we toast to?"
"Always having someone to eat with?" Leonard suggested.
"To new beginnings," Sara said.
They clinked glasses before each took a sip. Leonard dished out servings of the pasta and they began to eat.
Sara lifted a forkful of cheesy pasta, blowing away some the steam rising from it to cool it off before taking a bite. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight as she chewed and swallowed.
"This is really good," Sara said. "I had no idea you could cook."
"One of my many hidden talents," Leonard said, glowing internally from the praise. "Mom died when Lisa was just a kid and with my dad usually too drunk to remember to eat himself, let alone feed us, I learned how to make a few things."
"Wouldn't the boxed stuff have been easier?" Sara asked, taking another bite. "Not that I'm complaining. This is amazing."
"Easier, but not as filling. Besides, do you know how many chemicals are in that stuff? Cheese should not be neon orange," Leonard said, his face twisted with disgust as he took a bite.
Sara laughed and sipped at her wine.
Pointing his filled fork at her, Leonard said, "Hey, if I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it right."
Sara leaned forward and captured his fork with her mouth, sitting back as she took the contents of it with her. After she'd swallowed, she licked her lips, all the while holding Leonard's eyes. "You're certainly off to a good start."
Leonard remained frozen in place, his mouth hanging slightly open, all of his blood having run south. He licked his lips and took a drink of wine, his empty fork dropping back to his plate.
"I'm glad you like it," he finally managed to say in a normal voice.
"This is one of the nicest things anyone has done for me in a very long time," Sara said, honestly. "The fact that it tastes great is a bonus. I would have been happy just sharing something Gideon made, so long as it was with you."
"That's what I said," Gideon interrupted.
"Can it, Gideon," Leonard snapped, causing Sara to smirk. "Trying to have a private conversation here."
"Canning it," Gideon responded.
"What I was going to say before we were rudely interrupted," Leonard paused to glare at the ceiling in case Gideon was going to interrupt again, "is that it is my pleasure. You're much better dinner company than Mick."
"What, Mick doesn't get prettied up for you?" Sara teased.
"Not since joining this crew," Leonard said.
Sara laughed. "You telling me there's more to your partnership than just thievery and I'm wasting my time here?"
"Partnership is all business, and you are not wasting your time," Leonard said, allowing her to feel the weight of his words.
Sara's breath hitched at the intensity she saw in his eyes.
"Hey, Leonard, what would you say to making this a regular thing?" Sara breathily asked.
"Me cooking or us eating together?"
"Either. Both," Sara said. "Whichever means us being alone together."
"I'd say that's the best proposition that I've gotten in a very long time," Leonard said.
Standing, Sara moved around the table, watching as Leonard pushed his chair back as he read her intent. Sliding onto his lap, her arms going around his neck, Sara said, "I'm not really hungry anymore."
"You know, neither am I," Leonard agreed, his hands settling on her hips.
"But there's still ice cream," Gideon announced.
"Shut up, Gideon," Sara and Leonard said in unison.
It was the last thing that either one of them said for a very long time.
The End