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Prompt: from anon, "Captain Canary + "everyone knows you have a thing for each other, just admit it already damn it"

Characters: Sara, Leonard, Jax (mainly)

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"…everyone knows you have a thing for each other, just admit it already damn it!"

Sara paused in eating her cereal, milk dripping from the spoon and getting on her black sweater before she put it down, the metal of it clinking against the ceramic bowl. She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at Jax who was fidgeting in his chair now that she was glaring at him.

"Excuse me?" she asked, blue eyes still narrowed.

"I mean… C'mon…" He smiled, licking his lips while trying to play it cool. "You two do like each other, right?"

Thing was, Sara knew something was up, no matter how smooth Jackson tried to be. He was a horrible liar. Just an hour ago Kendra had asked during their training session how "things with Len" were. Stein had made a comment about them being a logical couple while she'd been on her way to the armory. Even Mick, of all people, had just bluntly stated they should "just kiss already" while her and Leonard argued over the easiest way to handle patrolling guards around one of Savage's Compounds last night. Sara had just thought it was Mick being Mick but… Something else was going on. So she reached smoothing into her boot and started playing with a small knife while eyeing Jax suspiciously. He swallowed nervously, Adam's Apple bobbing.

"I, uh, need to go," he said, starting to rise from his seat, but Sara hooked her booted foot around the leg of his chair and yanked it forward, making him tumble back down in his seat.

"What's the rush, Fire Boy?" she asked, tip of her blade barely pressing against the skin of her index finger as she slouched in her chair, tossing her hair back with a flick of her head.

"I just remembered I needed to-" Sara quickly brought her hand down, stabbing the table in the process and making the dishes on the surface clatter. Giving the knife a little twist, she leaned forward in her chair, looking every bit like the assassin she was in the past. Jax was hiding something and without Stein around he was easily manipulated. He gulped again, very loudly, and looked up at her with very wide eyes.

"People have been very curious about Leonard and I… Why is that, Jax?"

"I, uh… No reason?"

Sara tutted. "Jax…"

"Fine! But don't tell Mick I said anything! There's a bet…"

"A bet?" asked Sara.

"A bet on when you and Snart… You know…"

Sara lifted a brow, silently demanding he continue.

"…hook up," he finished lamely.

"And is today your day?"

"Yeah…" He looked down. "Well, this morning is. After noon its Rip's slot."

"I see…" Sara got up, propped her foot up on the chair, then slipped the knife inside. "This is how we're going to play this…"

"Wait… You're not mad?" asked Jax, a suddenly relieved.

"Oh I'm pissed, but, since you told me… You get a pass," said Sara. "And… Maybe some cash. What's the take?"

"500."

Sara whistled. "I'm going to give you an opportunity to earn some of that…"

Jax knew that his time was running out, and now that Sara knew about the bet, she was his key to winning. He didn't miss how she said 'some' but that was better than none.

"Okay… What's the plan?"

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"Hey."

Leonard looked up from his cold gun to see Sara strolling into the common room. It was a small room, but a place to sit and relax if your sardine sized quarters were feeling a bit constricting. He saw a wicked gleam in her eyes and knew she was up to something but played dumb while nodding at her in acknowledgement.

"Assassin… What do you need?"

Sara straddled the bench beside him then leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Want to pull one over on the team and earn some cash doing it?"

"What do you have in mind?" he asked softly. From across the room he saw Mick staring at them with a large frown on his face. "Does it have something to do with Mick looking at us as if we stole his heat gun?"

"Apparently…" Sara brought her hand to his chest, then slowly started trailing it down over the black material of his sweater. Interesting. "Mick started a bet on when we hook up."

"Really?" he asked, his larger hand covering hers but not stopping her movement as her hand went over his hip then rest on his thigh.

"Mmm… Fireboy spilled to me just now. Its his time-slot we're currently in. He wins, and we get most of the cash."

"All of the cash," corrected Leonard, tilting his head closer to her, his other hand coming up, thumb caressing her lower lip.

Both of them grinned evilly before leaning in and pressing their lips together. The kiss was hot and perhaps a little playful. Leonard pulled Sara closer, telling himself that they really needed to sell it while Sara bit his lower lip before soothing it with a sensual kiss.

"Get a room!" shouted Jax, who just so happened to enter, as according to plan.

"Oh we definitely will be," growled Leonard, quickly getting up from the bench before offering his hand. Sara gave him an amused look before taking his hand and standing. As they left the common room they both heard Jax shout "Pay Up!" and Mick grumble about their shitting timing. Leonard and Sara paused at the entrance of his room as Ray and Kendra came around the corner.

"Hey guys," greeted Kendra. "What are you up to?"

"Sex," answered Sara and Leonard at the same time, making Ray choke on his breath.

"W-What?" gasped Ray around his coughing.

"If you need us for anything…" Leonard opened his door and let his hand trail down to the small of Sara's back to guide her inside. "…too bad!"

"Sonuva-" started Ray but Sara and Leonard didn't pay him any mind as the door closed behind them.

"Okay, that was fun," said Leonard, finding his bed then stretching out on it. "The look on Palmer's face was worth all of it."

"The look on Jax's face when we take all the winnings will be worth it," said Sara, looking for a spot to sit. She was about to settle on the floor when Leonard sat up and cocked an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just…"

"We have to win this bet fairly…" Was he making a move? The thought had Sara tensing, her blue eyes seeking out his. They were beyond serious, and beneath it all she saw the desire beneath them. What had started out as a joke to her. Was he serious? "Well?"

"What the hell," she said. "Why not?"

"Way to make a man feel wanted, Lance," said Snart, leaning back on his bed to watch as she started taking one knife after the other off her person. This was his favorite part, guessing how many weapons she was carrying and seeing if he was right. That tight little black number she wore housed over twenty… He was guessing since they weren't on mission there had to be a smaller number. Five? No… Seven.

She just laughed as she pulled her sweater up and off, revealing porcelain skin and a lilac colored bra. Snart smirked as the bra fell and Sara was soon joining him on the bed.

After, Sara found Jax and held out her hand. Reluctantly he handed her the cash and Sara gave him 50 of the 500.

"To be fair, you really did win," she said with a smirk, making Jax's jaw drop. "Thanks, Jax."

"Yeah, thanks Jax," growled Mick from the corner menacingly, his hands in fists as he glared at Sara and Jax.

"Oh, Mick! Hey…"

"You knew?" asked Mick, eyes now on Sara as he got into her space.

"Hell yeah I did," said Sara, not phased by his threatening stance one bit.

"Then I call foul! We all should get our money back."

"That's not how this is going to work," said Leonard, stepping in behind Sara, pressing a kiss to her neck as she held up his take. He eagerly grabbed the wad of cash while his blue gaze fell on the dumbfounded look Mick was giving him. "You made a bet, and you lost."

"Fine," grumbled Mick before his eyes found Jax. "Snitches end up in ditches, Kid."

"I thought snitches get stitches?" asked Sara conversationally, all while ignoring the suddenly scared shitless Jax.

"Not this time," answered Mick.

"Ah…See ya!" said Jax before hustling out of the room.

Sara laughed, wondering how long Jax would be looking over his shoulder for, Mick looked at the new couple and grumbled something under his breath, and Leonard slowly started thumbing through his cash.

"Sara…"

"Yes?" she asked, hands behind her back as she slowly started backing out of the room.

"I'm fifty short," he said, looking up at her with a quirked brow.

"Guess you'll have to come get it later," she said with a grin. "I know how much you like watching me undress, Crook."

"That I do."

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