They're separated on the next mission. And that's fine; it's not like they're joined at the hip, not like they're anything official, really. The team doesn't even know about what's been smoldering there, although Mick certainly has an idea.
And it's not like they've had much of a chance to talk about it. Or taken the time to talk when they do.
There's a heist to be planned in the city, so that's Len's focus this time. Sara, in the meantime, is the obvious leader for a portion of the mission that involves rescuing a young woman from a band of rebels who've taken her into the hills. They don't get to do more than exchange a heated glance, a murmured rejoinder to take care, before they part.
They don't see each other again for weeks.
When the two groups meet again. Sara's battered and weary and has a new scar on her cheek (from the young woman, an incipient badass who really didn't want to be rescued). And Leonard's nerves are still jangling from the very tough but ultimately satisfying heist of an artifact out of time.
They stand there and grin at each other as the rest of the team greets each other around them, finally remembering to act like nothing more than crook and captain and exchanging nods as they all head back to the ship.
Once they're safely in the time stream with nowhere in particular to go, Sara heads toward her room with the rejoinder that she needs to sleep for a month and strict orders for Gideon not to bother her except in the case of an emergency. No one seems to notice when an equally weary Leonard follows her there—or sees when Sara meets him at the door, grabbing the front of his jacket and dragging him inside.
It's been the longest time they've been apart since his rescue from the Oculus; neither of them wants to waste more time. Things progress quite satisfyingly, really, and clothing soon litters the floor, and the desk, and in the case of Sara's underwear, the weapons rack.
Sara's lying back against the pillows, panting, eyes closed and hair tangled around her head. She's been muffling her own cries against her wrist; both of them know, from the Kendra-and-Ray days, that the soundproofing on the Waverider is not the greatest. Leonard doesn't bother to wipe the smug smirk from his face as he presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh before dragging himself back up to lie beside her. He's been waiting a long time to steal a lot more than a kiss, after all, and he's not about to apologize for eliciting that reaction.
Sara, opening her eyes, rolls them at his expression, then reaches out to trace the largest scar on his shoulder again, her own expression growing serious. Leonard's smirk fades, too, at the look in her eyes, and the way her fingers slowly move over to his side and down around to his back. After a moment, he moves even closer, propping himself up on an elbow over her, other hand rising to trace her cheekbone. Sara moves her hands to trail down his bare spine, licking her lips as she pulls him closer, shifting her hips as their eyes meet in agreement...
And the ship jolts alarmingly as something jars against it, then again even harder. And all the alarms start blaring and Gideon announces that they're under attack and Mick comes on the comms to yell, amidst a remarkable flurry of profanity, that they've been found by time pirates.
Len's barely managed to keep himself from falling off the bed, but the whole situation's a little bit of a … well, "buzzkill" doesn't even begin to cover it. He's impressed, though, as Sara proves that her command of profanity is even more impressive than Mick's, at least in the breadth of languages at her disposal. They struggle up together to get at least vaguely presentable (and make what they'd been doing... or at least trying to do... a little obvious) before running out the door toward the bridge.
Between the Waverider's weaponry and Sara's fancy flying, they convince the time pirates that they'd be better off seeking easier prey. It's at least partly bluff, though, and as soon as they're gone, Sara's forced to take them out of the temporal zone and down in 2000, in what Rip would have euphemistically called a "controlled landing" but she bluntly calls "a crash."
Fortunately, the only injuries are bumps and bruises. Fortunately, they have the supplies they need to make repairs.
Unfortunately, no one on the ship is likely to get any rest or relaxation... or anything else, Leonard thinks with a sigh... in the near future.