Prompt #2: Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place?
Headcanon: Sara is the kind that had no problem showing any level of affection. Leonard was never comfortable with public displays. When Sara's blood gets pumping from a fight, her bloodlust isn't just calling for the blood of their enemies but also for Leonard. Once back on the Waverider, she's all for some fun in the library. Leonard prefers the comfort of their bedroom. So they compromise: Leonard gets the win of the bedroom while Sara gets the lead in activities.
Leonard Snart was a private person and really rathered to keep things that way. Sara Lance was unapologetically wild and had no care of what other had to say. Those personality traits bled over into their love life.
They were staring at plans for their latest mission, one that would be carried out by Mick, Ray, and the new girl, Regina. They were to provide back up if need be, something they hoped wouldn't happen, but they knew how their lives went. Of course, they would have to go out and fight. And as their track record showed, they got to join in on the fighting. The battle was a short one, but it was a bloody one.
Sara's eyes caught Len engaging a small group in hand-to-hand that had gotten in too close to safely use the cold gun. She watched the muscles in his arms and back contract and relax as he delivered well placed punches and performed blocks and throws. She fought with a new vigor at the sight, her bloodlust howling within her. Her blood boiled just under the surface, but for once it wasn't from wanting the blood of her enemies. It was crying out for Len's body, turning her on greatly. She couldn't wait for the fight to be over. She had some things that really needed to be taken care of and only one person could properly do it.
Finally, the carnage was over, and they were able to return to the ship to debrief after the mission. The three assigned the task had gotten the aberration item easily enough, but Ray tripped a silent alarm that caused the security force to come out in droves. Mick continued to remind him that he was an idiot. While it was entertaining and needed to be done, Sara wished the whole thing would hurry up. She had a crook she needed in a bad way, more so than usual. Her senses were still on high alert and with Leonard standing directly beside her, it just got worse. His scent filled her olfactory system, and she could feel his body heat radiating from him.
The moment they dismissed, she strongly considered dragging Snart to her captain's chair and going at it right there no matter who may walk in and find them. However, she knew Len had a strong need for privacy, especially in vulnerable moments. He didn't get the same thrill from the possibility of being caught she did. He simply hated the idea of anyone seeing his scars and judging him (not that that would be what they'd be judged for at that time). He'd gotten enough of that as a child.
She grabbed the item and Len's arm and began to forcibly make her way toward the library. He stumbled slightly before catching himself and following her. She quickly set up the object in the safe before spinning around and attacking her thief's lips. He, though surprised, eagerly returned the kiss. When they pulled away, Sara began to kiss her way across his jaw and down the column of his neck. Her hands snuck under his shirt and ran along his chest and back, her nails lightly scratching his skin.
He gave a quiet moan before pulling her close. She ground into him causing his breath to catch. Slowly, he untangled himself from his assassin. "Let's get to our bedroom." His voice was a husky whisper.
She tried to wrap around him again. "Please, Len, I don't want to wait. Besides, everyone else has already gone to bed. We won't be caught." She pled, even stooped to flashing him her most pitiful sad eyes, clearly forgetting that after so many years as an older brother they didn't work on him.
"I would much rather finish what you've started in the comfort of our bed, not one of these stiff chairs." He tugged on her hand to get her to follow him.
With a slight sigh, she followed. After a couple of steps she was dragging him along. "Fine," she tried to sound disgruntled, "but I'm leading."
The wicked smirk he pinned her with caused her breath to hitch. "Of course." He leaned in so his lips graced the shell of her ear as he breathed: "Sara."
She groaned and picked up the pace.