Legends Prompts

Prompt #2

Back for a second prompt, "Why don't you make me."

Sorry it is kinda short.

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"Why don't you make me," Snart drawled teasingly.

"Leonard! Give. It. Back!"

Snart was holding one of Sara's favorite knives in his long arm which was stretched up towards the ceiling.

He chuckled as her small form tried to reach for his hand. Snart never realized how tiny she really was compared to him.

As Sara came closer he stretched his arm higher and moved back until her body was pressed up against his against the wall of the Wave Rider. She was on her tippy toes attempting at swiping the knife from his hands.

Sara tried jumping to reach her knife, but she was just too short. She realized that the struggle was to hard and her annoyed eyes switched to mischievously deceptive ones. The turquoise blue color glinted as she formulated a plan in her m mind. The assassin slowly backed away a little, just a tiny bit, away from the crook.

At Leonard's confused and questioning eyes she hid a smirk. He was having fun with his little game and didn't want to quit just yet. Her eyes grew serious as she stared into his eyes. The crook felt so exposed as her eyes shot through his ice walls and barriers. It was as if she could see his soul. His hand still remained high in the air holding her knife and the other was at his side trying to keep her back, but not too far back.

Slowly, Sara put her hand on his shoulders and started to lean towards his face. Her serious, and dare he consider, caring eyes looked at him.

His eyes widened a little and his chest grew tight as she got closer and closer to his face standing on her tippy toes to reach his height. He met her half way. Their faces were a breath away and their noses were practically touching.

Instinctively his arms began to lower around her waist. He took one last glance at her eyes before he was about to shut his when he noticed a large mischievous grin stretch across her face.

Before he knew what was happening Sara had gotten her knife back out of his hand, but she remained close to his face.

"Don't steal my stuff," she quietly whispered in his ear before dashing out of the room in a fit of laughter.

The crook stood stunned at what had just occurred. He would get her revenge, but not yet. For now her laugh was just to beautiful. He slumped against the wall and slid to the floor.

"She is going to kill me," he mumbled to himself.