A/N: soooo this is kind of (really) short. i wanted to add something else but it got way too long and decided to split it into two chapters, so you have at least one more chapter to look forward to after this! ;)
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The next morning he wakes up to an empty bed. He isn't really surprised that she left before he woke up, but he can't ignore the sting in his heart.
Still, it's something.
And he'd be damned if he let the opportunity go to waste.
He slips out of bed and pulls on some jeans and a shirt before making his way to the kitchen. It's still early and most of the team is probably still asleep, so the ship is still quiet except for the soft humming of the engines.
It reminds him a bit of the warehouses he and Mick used to hide in after finishing jobs and needing to lay low. He always hated those warehouses, hated having to move around all of the time and having nothing to hold on, no place to call home.
The waverider, however, has begun to feel more like home every day and he muses it might have something to do with the blonde he'd shared a bed with last night.
The thought terrifies him, because he knows there's a reason why he never had a home and never got attached. Being a most wanted criminal is a dangerous position to have, and the risk hasn't really declined since becoming a time travelling vigilante.
Hell, they've both died at least once.
He promised himself that he wouldn't get too attached. He already had so many strings on him.
Lisa. Mick.
Strings that could be used against him.
But the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that he blew it.
"Morning." The familiar voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and he looks up to find Sara at the kitchen counter smiling at him over a cup of coffee. She nods towards the coffee maker. "I left you some."
"Thanks." He makes his way towards the coffee maker and pours himself a cup before adding two sugars.
She smirks at him. "Sweet tooth."
He leans on the counter across from her, their faces just inches apart. "Can't help it." He replies.
She glances down at the steaming cup in her hands. "I'm sorry for leaving this morning."
"It's fine. I'm not big on cuddling anyways."
The smirk returns to her face. "I remember quite the contrary last night."
"It was cold."
Sara hums. "Keep telling yourself that." She takes a last sip of her coffee and puts the mug in the sink. "I'm going to work out."
He raises an eyebrow. "Have fun."
"I will." She winks at him and waves shortly before disappearing around the corner, on her way to the training room.
He shakes his head and takes another sip of the coffee. This woman was going to be the death of him.
A/N: comments feed my muse ;)