Because I have a warped sense of humor... and apparently a sadistic muse. And sometimes the two are willing to work together, just to annoy me.
The bar fight in Legends S1E1 is over much too quickly for Sara Lance's liking; she wants to see more action, and decides Leonard Snart would be a convenient way to get what she wants.
Trigger warning: non-con hinted at (in Leonard's past). Yes, I have hinted around in other fics about him being extremely uncomfortable remembering one of his father's friends, here I come right out and say why. Still not blatantly; that will wait until I decide whether I really want to upload the Incubus fic I'm working on...
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This is a "random" fic... meaning, among other things, it only tells a very small part of what could easily be a much larger story found elsewhere... or it is completely random and has absolutely nothing to do with anything else. Possibly both. Please keep this in mind when you decide how to react to the fic.
Sara
"You want to dance, Leonard?" Sara asked. She looked the thief up and down; he might be fun... if she could convince him to loosen up a little.
"You go right ahead," he said. "I'll watch."
"Suit yourself." Sara tried to hide her disappointment as she handed Leonard her beer and walked out onto the dance floor. She could feel both thieves watching closely as she swung her hips back and forth, and she exaggerated the motion for their benefit.
Someone else was watching her, as well. One of the locals walked up behind her and brushed her hair aside.
"Can I help you?" she asked the big man, irrated at the interruption.
"How about you join me in the parking lot?" the man asked her.
Sara resisted the urge to laugh in his face. "Ooh, tempting," she said instead. "But you're not my type. But your lady, on the other hand," she glanced over at the woman watching them, "well, she looks just my speed."
The man either didn't understand her or didn't care. Even in her time acceptance was a struggle for too many people; maybe the man had never even heard of a lesbian.
"Maybe you didn't understand my request, bitch." The man grabbed her arm roughly... and Sara responded by twisting and snapping his arm at the elbow. "Agh!" the man screamed as he staggered away. "Son of a..."
Sara turned around very quickly. "I got this," she told the two thieves... just in case. She knew Leonard had some particularly strong feelings about consent, stronger than even some of the most virtuous people she knew—and that he had a particularly good reason for those feelings—and Mick would almost certainly follow his lead. But she didn't know if those feelings extended toward protecting someone else. Especially someone like her, someone who didn't need any protection.
And she didn't want to kill this bastard... yet.
The thieves looked like they might be pissed—hard to guess, in Leonard's case, when the man hardly ever showed any emotion—but both stood back to let Sara handle the problem as she saw fit. Leonard even gave her a slight nod of approval.
Her attacker snuck up behind her with all the subtlety of a raging bull. Sara grinned, just to show the two thieves she was going to enjoy herself, before turning back around and beating the ever-living shit out of the man, and out of the next five... six... no, seven others who tried to take her down.
After dropping someone for the eighth time, the assassin's strength was beginning to flag, and several of the man's friends still surrounded her. "Now I could stand for a little help," she told the two thieves.
Leonard threw down the bottles in his hand—what a waste of a couple of decent beers—and he and Mick waded into the fight. Mick was definitely enjoying himself.
The three of them combined made short work of the local gang, and even managed a spectacular amount of property damage in the bargain.
In fact, the fight was over a little too quickly for Sara's liking. In what seemed like no time at all, most of the gang—and whoever else was stupid enough to join in—was groaning on the floor. Those few who could still move were off buying more drinks for Mick; apparently a bar fight was some kind of bonding experience in this era.
Men! But Sara's blood was still up, and she needed to see more action. Her eyes roamed the room; there had to be someone... Ah...
Leonard stood off to the side, refusing to join in with the drinks and bonding. But he wasn't totally aloof; Mr. Stoic had the most ridiculous grin on his face as he surveyed the damage the trio had caused.
Well, "action" didn't necessarily mean fighting. She sidled up to Leonard. "I don't know about you," she said, "but that fight really got my blood going." He blinked down at her. "How about you join me in the parking lot?" she asked. And just in case he still didn't understand, she pressed herself, very slowly, against him, paying particular attention to the area of his groin. She had to force herself not to laugh as he shivered and his eyes glazed over.
She sashayed towards the door, turned around to crook one finger at him, and grinned as he stumbled after her.
Sara went straight for one of the parked cars and parked herself on its hood, the easier to give him access despite their height difference. She could feel herself tensing up in anticipation...
But then Leonard began to fumble. Badly.
He was eager enough to do most of what Sara wanted—aside from a half-hearted protest about protection—and she didn't need to give him much encouragement to start exploring her mouth with his tongue. She only needed to interrupt the session once, to yank the communicator out of his ear and toss it away after he tried to stop to answer it. The one in her ear, she didn't mind so much; the buzzing even provided an interesting counterpoint to the progress of the man's tongue.
But he didn't seem to have any idea where to put his hands, and he kept skipping away every time she made a grab for his jeans.
The man wasn't a virgin, was he? Well, no, he wasn't; his bastard of a father had let one of his own gang fix that a long time ago... or given the trip into history, barely six years from now. But had he ever consensually...
That could explain why he was so jumpy. Small miracle he wasn't completely screwed up.
"Oh, for the love of..." Sara cried out, pushing his hand back out of her shirt. Leonard pulled away, a shocked and—Sara thought—hurt look on his face. She finally took pity on him. "Just forget the foreplay, will you? I want you inside me. Now. Please."
His eyes widened. "But... but I... don't..." He shook. "Too public," he mumbled. "I don't like... being watched."
Wait... the man was shy? Is that all this was? Well, not all, considering, but...
But Sara could work with shy. She thought. Maybe.
"Look," she said. She thought quickly; how to make it clear what she wanted while letting him think he was in control? To persuade him that he wanted the same thing she wanted? "You said you won't touch me without my consent. I am giving that consent. But unless you make up your mind right now, I am going to revoke that consent and ask Mick to do it instead." She regretted the words the moment they left her mouth; that suggestion of an ultimatum, so very different than a real choice, left a sour taste in her mouth.
She hopped down off the car's hood, walked around and opened the back door—apparently people didn't bother locking their cars in the 70's—and sat down before giving him a slightly impatient look. "So what do you want to do, Leonard? Or should I say, when do you want to do me? Now? Or wait until the next time I'm in the mood?"
Leonard took a long look around before he sighed and climbed in on the other side. "What the lady wants," he said, "the lady gets." His usual smirk didn't quite reach his eyes this time.
He surprised her by shutting the door behind him before he began to work his way out of his belt and jeans. Although in hindsight, she shouldn't have been surprised; if he was genuinely afraid someone might see him having sex on the hood of the car, he probably wouldn't be comfortable sticking his ass out the door, either.
But that he had climbed in after her, well... that was proving to be more interesting than she'd hoped. Sara watched with a gleam in her eye, too entranced by the sight to even try to remove her own clothing, as he twisted himself about to work free of his jeans. The car she'd chosen was very small; she'd picked this one because it looked the right size to facilitate things outside. That someone his height could undress at all, let alone as easily as Leonard was doing, in the cramped back seat made some rather suggestive promises about the immediate future.
"Having fun yet?" Mick said through the driver's-side door, startling both of the people inside.
"Ohfu—YOWP!" Leonard shouted. He'd jumped straight up at Mick's unexpected greeting and cracked his head against the low roof of the car. It looked to Sara like he'd gone cross-eyed before he squeezed his eyes shut in and began massaging the hurt area.
"Aaannd... the moment is gone," Sara muttered. She'd been too busy enjoying Leonard's contortionism to notice when Mick had arrived, but unlike the concussion Leonard seemed to have given himself, her training let her suffer little more than an undignified squeak at the interruption. Well, an undignified squeak and the tension between her legs that still demanded release. "Thanks a lot, Mick!"
Leonard's eyes snapped open and he stared at Mick, barely even breathing for a few seconds, then he yanked his jeans back up and scrambled out of the car a lot faster than he'd gotten in. He leaned against the side of the car, shaking, pale, and refusing to look at Sara or Mick.
Mick, however, had a huge grin on his face.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sara growled. The tension between her legs vanished at the sight of that grin, only to be replaced just as quickly with a full-bodied bloodlust. Only by reminding herself that Mick didn't know—that Leonard had sworn he'd never told anyone what that bastard had done to him—and that he most likely didn't realize he'd just completely humiliated his partner, kept her from driving a knife into the arsonist's skull.
"Oh, sorry," Mick said. He didn't sound the least bit sorry. "Did I interrupt?" He waved the communicator Sara had taken from Leonard. "Gideon wants us back, says the team is under attack."
"They'd better be," Sara muttered. "Otherwise I'm going to kill whoever put you up to this."
Leonard climbed into the front passenger seat and slumped down. "So let's go," he mumbled. He was still shaking.
Mick climbed into the driver's seat and began tearing out the paneling to get to the wiring underneath. "Oh, congratulations, by the way," he said over his shoulder.
"For what?" Sara snapped at him.
"For dragging this one out here," Mick said. He jerked a thumb at Leonard before he went back to the wiring. "Broad daylight, in public, where just anyone can see him? Now, personally, I'm no exhibitionist—public displays were never my thing—but damn if this man isn't a prude. You'd never know he's got... how many whores were fawning all over you that last time, Len?"
Leonard turned a bright red, and he slid down farther in his seat as he pulled his hood up to cover his face.
Sara had to clench her fists to her side to keep from lashing out at that remark. He doesn't know, she reminded herself, over and over again. Mick doesn't know.
Mick turned around to give Sara a huge grin. "He's shy," he said with a laugh. "It's one of the few things I can tease him about without him trying to get revenge." The wires sparked and the engine roared to life. "Ah! Here we go."
"One more word, Mick," Sara muttered, too quiet to be heard over the engine. "One more word and it won't be Leonard getting revenge." Killing Mick wouldn't be nearly as good as killing the bastard who had hurt Leonard to begin with, and she was still pissed at Rip for refusing to allow that particular mission—never mind the captain's warning that Leonard would still remember what had happened—but damn if it wouldn't make her feel better right now.
Oh, and on the subject of that trigger warning:
Remember, this scene takes place during Legends of Tomorrow Season 1 Episode 1. When the team is in 1975.
When the younger Leonard would have been how old? And Sara muses that the "friend" of his father's was responsible for Len no longer being a virgin... six years from this point.
Do the math to see just why he's so uncomfortable remembering anything to do with that "friend." And why Sara (thanks to a scene in Confessions) wants so badly to kill the person in question before he ever has a chance to meet Len, but... if you're reading Flash Sideways, you'll also see why killing the monster in question wouldn't do any good.