Prompt #3: Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?
Headcanon: Sara was always a fan of long showers and baths, with or without a partner. Leonard never had that luxury. Between a childhood under the likes of Lewis Snart and then jail, it just never seemed to matter how relaxing everyone said they could be. He made sure Lisa got the chance to enjoy them, but he was content to let the experience go by. Sara isn't so content with that, especially if she can get some quality time with him.
Sara had always enjoyed taking long showers and soaking in the bathtub. Sure, her time in the League dampened it some, but she still loved them. She also enjoyed having company.
Leonard never learned the pleasure of simply taking one's time to relax and let the water wash away the day in ways other than the dirt and grime. Though he would say the reason was because he found it as a general waste of time, it was more about Lisa getting to have that time. There was also the fact that there was no fun relaxation or time for enjoyment in a household run by the terror known as Lewis Snart. Even after childhood home problems had fallen away, prison life took over and called for the tight time constraints. So, after he got older, he just never cared to learn how nice baths and showers could be. Sara decided to fix that.
He'd been back on the Waverider for a couple of months when Sara decided he'd adjusted enough to being alive like a normal person. Another world's hero, Dr. Fate, found him outside time and space and brought him to his home to recover. It had taken a year, but Leonard was home now, safe and healthy.
Sara stood from her bed, tired from a long day, but also tired of wondering. Did Leonard still think of their future, or had things changed too much? The thoughts were now keeping her up at night. "Gideon," her tired voice called, "where is Leonard?"
"He is in his room, Captain Lance. He is preparing for his nightly shower." The AI announced.
"Thank you. Will you tell him to hold on for a minute? I need to talk to him about something." She began to grab a few items of her own.
Her confirmation was given as she walked through her door with her half-baked plan still forming. She wanted Leonard to relax around her once again. She didn't want this relationship to be a rehash of Oliver and Laurel's after the island. No, she wanted a real future with this man, not a fantasy that everyone keeps seeing but don't realize isn't meant. She was tired of making the same mistakes Oliver made. Sara came to a stop in front of Leonard's door and took a deep breath.
Gideon opened the door shortly after her arrival. Leonard was seated on his bed, a change of clothes and a towel beside him. "Is there suddenly a shower schedule, captain?"
Mentally, she cringed. Since he'd found out about her promotion, 'captain' was all he called her. It was as if he were reminding her of her rank as a way to keep his distance. "I really wish you'd stop calling me that." A growl made its way into her voice, without her will. "Why can't we go back to crook and assassin?" The exasperation she'd gone for never made it into her voice as was obvious by the concern in his eyes.
"Is that what you want us to be?" He slipped from his bed and leaned back on it. Sara's heart ached at the familiar position.
Sitting down her bath items, she began walking toward him. "I'm just sick of us acting like strangers. We know each other's secrets and pasts. I know how hard coming back from the dead can be, both symbolic and real death. You don't have to hide from me." She came to a stop in front of him and mimicked his leaning stance. It was now or never. She had to take the leap he had over a year ago. "I've learned how often the things you don't do and thoughts of the future can keep you up at night."
His eyes widened at the similar wording. "You remember?" Disbelief colored his voice.
"Of course, I remember. I remember challenging you because you made me mad and believing we would have plenty of time just being once Savage was finished. I remember being numb after you died and wanting to talk to my sister only for her to be dead too. I remember nearly killing Rip because all my control was gone with you and her. I remember being angry at Barry for doing what I swore to not do and trying to change everything. I remember the dreams, self and Dominator induced. They showed us together and a future I believed we would never get the chance at. I know it's been over a year for the both of us, but I don't want Ollie's mistakes to be mine. Can we at least try?"
Leonard was stunned. Slowly, he nodded. "I thought you wouldn't want someone like me, especially after everything that went on while I was gone. Besides, I know I infuriate you."
"We know that wasn't you with the Legion, not really. Darhk had ways to manipulate a person's mind. You would never hurt Mick like that without some kind of manipulation. And, yes, you can infuriate me, but I know I can do the same to you, no matter how calm you keep yourself." She gave him a smirk. "Besides, think about the incredible makeup sex we'd have."
He chuckled. "You have a good point." His smirk fell back into place. "So, you really want to go for it, captain?"
She opened her mouth to correct him, and he darted forward pressing his lips firmly to hers. His hand tangled into her hair as he cupped the back of her head. She hungrily returned the kiss after the beat of shock. Slowly, they parted. Leonard rested his forehead against Sara's. "So, am I one hellava thief?"
She laughed before sealing her lips to his, her hands coming up to frame his face. His hands settled on her hips, pulling her close. He tilted his head just slightly to deepen the kiss. His tongue gently brushed along the seam of her lips, and her mouth fell slighting open in invitation. He happily accepted. Both groaned at the feeling.
Sara pulled away first. Her voice was husky as she took his hand. "Come with me."
He easily followed her as she gathered up their bath items. She led him to his connected bathroom. Once inside, she stripped and turned on the shower. She slipped in to give him the privacy she knew he needed.
Shortly after standing under the shower head and letting the warm water rain down on her back relaxing the muscles, she felt a hand gently tracing her scars. She turned around to rest her hands on his shoulders, and her eyes never strayed from his. Leonard's fingers gently brushed the three starbursts caused by the arrows that killed her. One of her hands began to traverse the scared expanse of his chest, brushing lovingly against the damaged tissue. They shared slow loving kisses for a few moments.
Sara pulled away and began to trail kisses along his jaw and neck. "So," he drawled in what could be described as a purr, "this was your plan? Talk about our future so you can get me in here to have your way with me, assassin?"
She shivered at his husky voice, his breath dancing over her skin. She pulled away, smirking, and looked into his eyes. "Maybe next time. Tonight, is all about relaxation."