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Three: Heat

Sara can't sleep after the incident in the control room. She seeks out Len, whose also unable to sleep.

Sara sighed, staring into the darkness of her tiny cabin. She couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in that control room. Wrapped in Len's coat, with her face pressed into his shoulder as they slowly froze to death. Sara shivered in reflex and sat up. She didn't know where the impulse was coming from, but she suspected there was only one way she was getting any sleep.

Len wasn't sleeping when his door opened, and Sara entered his room. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and slightly mussed. She was wrapped in a blanket and looked very young. And slightly. . . vulnerable.

"What's wrong?" Len pushed himself up onto his elbows.

"I can't sleep." Sara admitted. "I'm cold."

"Fine." Len sighed. He lay back down, but held up his blankets in invitation. Sara dropped her blanket to join him, revealing her pajamas: an over sized shirt and a pair of tiny shorts.

"No wonder you're cold." Len groused as she climbed into his bunk. "Look at those legs."

"You love my legs." Sara shot back.

"They are very nice." Len drawled as Sara crawled into his bed, giving him an excellent view of her legs. She was just going to lay next to him, but he shook his head and gave a disapproving growl.

"What?" She asked, refusing the analyze the fact that she could interpret his growls.

"Bed's to small for that. You're already in the bed, might as well do it right." He stretched out his arm in invitation. Sara couldn't stop the small smile that appeared, or the warmth that bloomed in her chest.

"You sure?" She asked quietly. Len simply raised an eyebrow, so Sara lay down, pressed up against his side, head on his chest. She also, rather evilly, slid her cold feet under his bare leg. He jumped and swore, but didn't push her off of the bed. Instead, his hand slid down and pinched her hip. She jumped, then laughed.

"Why are you here Sara?" He asked, his chest moving under her cheek. She sighed and stared into the dark of his room.

"I was cold." She whispered.

"You could have had Gideon make you another blanket instead of coming all the way down here."

" 'All the way down here'?" Sara repeated. "You're next door Len, not down in the brig." She sighed. "Besides, it wasn't the kind of cold that could be fixed with a blanket."

Len didn't say anything, just waited for her to explain. His hand moved from her hip to her hair though, offering strength and understanding. She relaxed into the comfort. "Ever since the Pit, ever since Laurel and Oliver got my soul back, I've felt cold. Inside, like my heart was frozen into a chunk of ice, and it was just sitting there, making it impossible to get warm." She paused, the gather her thoughts, and absent mindedly ran the tips of her fingers over a scar on his chest. He shivered, and she smiled briefly before flattening her hand over his heart. It's steady rhythm calmed her and helped organize her thoughts.

"Today, in the control room, even though we were freezing to death, I felt. . . warm inside. Like the ice inside me was starting to finally melt." She laughed a little. "Sitting in a room with you, wearing your jacket, waiting to die, is the most alive I've felt since the Pit."

"Well, I won't remark on the fact that a man who goes by the professional moniker of 'Cold' is the one melting your ice. . ." She punched his shoulder half-heartedly for that, but it just made him laugh. "But if you're cold, you're welcome in here any time." He was silent for a moment, his fingers still playing with her hair.

"I've faced death a lot." He finally whispered. "I lost track of how many times I stared into my father's eye and knew, absolutely knew, that if I was a fraction to slow, or dodged left instead of right, he would kill me. And then Lisa. And there were a few times on jobs, when I faced my death and walked away. Near death experiences are not a new thing for me. But almost freezing to death, with you, is probably my favorite."

She couldn't help it; she started laughing. She went up on one elbow and leaned over him.

"We are so screwed up." She said. Len laughed too and Sara, encouraged by the warmth in her chest, leaned down and kissed him. She was aiming for his cheek but misjudged in the dark and kissed the corner of his mouth instead. His hand in her hair shifted to the back of her head and he held her place as they stared at each other. Tension hummed between them, then Len smirked.

"This is news to you? Sara, everyone on this ship is screwed up."

"Maybe so." Sara said. "What if I said I feel less screwed up around you?"

"I'd say the feeling is mutual." He said, his voice soft and low, sending shivers down her back. Sara grinned and kissed Len again, deliberately aiming for his mouth this time. He growled as he kissed her back, the sound so low that she felt his chest rumble with it more than she heard it. She pulled back, short of breath and feeling playful.

"I really did come in here to sleep." She pointed out

"Sleep is over rated." He growled back.

"It's really not." She teased. Then shrieked in laughter as he flipped her over onto her back and leaned over her. His hands slid under her shirt, making her shiver in all the best ways. She arched her back and quickly rid herself of the shirt, and the suddenness of her bare chest against his made Len swear and Sara laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, deciding that she'd choose the heat they were generating between them over sleep any day.

Next: When the Flash and Arrow teams gather for a birthday party, Sara brings an unexpected plus one.