It takes a few weeks to get the Waverider fully repaired—and, although Sara'd tried toaim for the middle of nowhere, to deal with the aberration they'd unintentionally caused when a young astronomer saw the ship plummeting from the sky with her telescope.
They all meet on the bridge when it's time to depart, but Sara's not there. After a few minutes, Mick, frowning, starts to ask Gideon where she is... when the captain herself emerges from the corridor to the crew quarters, bag slung over her shoulder and a determined look on her face.
She informs Mick that he's in charge for the next few days (Stein protests faintly in the background) but that he should listen to Amaya, and then turns to regard the crook who's just then straightened from his customary lean against a jump chair. In two steps, she's taken a grip on the lapels of his coat, and starts pulling him toward the jump ship without a background glance at the crew.
Len, though, can't resist taking that glance. Mick looks smug. Amaya looks pleased. Jax, though smiling, looks a touch... disappointed? Ray and Nate seems to be a mix of surprised and baffled; Stein... well, much to Len's surprise, Stein looks sort of smug, too.
He'll find out later about the crew's betting pool on when Sara would snap and drag him off. The old man had just cleaned up.
Sara keeps them in 2000, but takes them to Cataract City, once known as one of the honeymoon capitals of the world.
She's prepared: Gideon-produced cash gets them a penthouse suite at the nicest of the local hotels. Len just keeps his mouth shut, smirking, as the manager tries to recommend seeing the sights and gets thoroughly shut down by a patented Sara Lance glare. Finally, the man just hands off the room service menu and scuttles off.
The elevator is empty except for the two of them, and there's a special key for the penthouse. Sara jams it in the mechanism, drops her bag, and turns to shove him back against the wall with what could, to his amusement, almost be called a growl.
They're in thorough disarray by the time they reach the top floor, and as the door opens, Len stops trying his best to leave a new mark on Sara's throat and wraps his arms around her so she can hook her legs around his waist. He pauses only to push the bag out of the elevator with a foot, then carries her out into the suite, past the amazing view and the classy décor, toward the room with the king-sized bed.
And no one, and nothing, not well-meaning teammates nor time pirates nor helpful AIs- interrupts them this time.
Afterward, drenched in sweat but satisfied, lying still skin-to-skin and tangled amidst the sheets, Sara lifts her head and meets his eyes. Len brushes a tendril of hair off her forehead and traces a fingertip down her jaw.
And together, they both breathe the word that's on both their minds.
"Finally."