Cold

Sara waits by the escape tunnel, Bo staff in hand, as Jax and Amaya race toward her, running for their lives.

"Dude, he's right behind us!" Jax plunges into the tunnel. Amaya stops in front of it, turning to Sara with concern.

"Sara–"

"I've got this," Sara tells her, pushing her through. "Go, go!"

As Amaya slips through, Sara spins back, twisting her staff into two batons. She stands ready as Snart rounds the corner, cold gun aimed her way.

BAM! BAM! Two icy blasts from the gun hit the batons, throwing her back as they freeze to the wall.

Before she can move, he's there, hand clamping down on her shoulder, pinning her. She whirls to fight –

And suddenly his mouth is on hers, melting her all the way through to her toes.

It's a long kiss, and long overdue, one that feels like it's been waiting forever, and all the warmer for it.

He finally breaks it, tugging his goggles down off his eyes. Catching her breath, she looks into them – the blue-green eyes she remembers so well, not so much for the way they look, but how they're looking at her now.

She meets his gaze, hard, steady – and grins. "You ass."

He smirks. "I prefer one hell of a thief."

He leans in again, but she's already there, meeting him halfway. For Sara, it feels like a moment frozen in time – but not the least bit cold.