Author's Notes:

My skill when it comes to writing fight scenes is very bad. I probably should have watched Karate Kid or something before typing this up but I wanted to finish this story for my Instagram friend, SmileyxComics, who this chapter is dedicated to by the way. She requested it, so this goes to out to her. Congrats on Caity Lotz liking your Captain Canary picture, by the way! You guys should follow her and her Captain Canary page on Instagram. She's awesome!

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Sara sat at the kitchen counter eating her normal breakfast that consisted of an omelette, an apple and a glass of orange juice. Even though Kendra tended to be a very good chef and created some inventive and delicious dishes for the team, whether it be for breakfast, lunch or dinner - seriously, the woman could have been a chef - Sara still ate a minimum of the basic food groups. In the league, they didn't believe in indulgence so they ate only the basic necessary meals for nutrition. Sara did occasionally eat junk food from time to time, but not too often. She had to stay physically fit as a vigilante...or was she officially a hero now?

It was a hard question to answer and honestly, Sara would like to think that she was becoming a hero, being a light for other people as Laurel had told her to be before she left Star City to joining Rip Hunter and his quest to stop Vandal Savage. Sometimes, though, it was hard, believing that she could actually redeem herself from her past.

When Sara finished eating, she put her plate in the sink and washed it. Today had been pretty uneventful so far. Rip, Kendra and Firestorm were needed for this particular mission in 1986 Birmingham, Alabama. Sara's skill set was not needed, so she was left in the Waverider with Leonard - Rip said that Leonard's skills weren't needed either, so he obviously didn't need anyone to be robbed, maimed or killed, as Leonard had said sarcastically before.

Sara hated being idle and having nothing to do. Feeling restless was not enjoyable for her. She always needed some kind of outlet to keep her busy, something to keep her relaxed or get her attention. She already sharpened her knives last night and her mind wasn't settled enough to read. The training room would have to suffice.

After quick run to her room to change into a pair of yoga pants, a tank top and some soft tennis shoes, Sara was ready. She put on a pair of fingerless gloves and picked up her bow staff, twirling it in her hands. The moves were fast and striking. Sara whirled around the room with her bow staff, practicing her defense moves.

A good ten minutes or so, she heard slow clapping. Sara paused her training and turned to see who was intruding on her personal time. If she were thinking, she would have asked Gideon to lock the door. Once her eyes settled on Leonard, she scoffed and shook her head. It figures he would show up. After last night, she had a feeling that they would run into each other when they were alone.

Leonard's lips were quirked up in a grin and he stepped closer to her. "Nice job, Sara. I must say, it was a pleasure walking in on you training. I'll have to remember to do it more often."

Sara did her best to ignore the chills that ran down her spine as Leonard's eyes boldly raked over her body. Those damn blue eyes of his were making it hard for her to think straight. A lust of a very different kind began to rouse inside of Sara and she grunted in response, unhappy at how quickly Leonard could rise her desire.

"Or why don't you just join me instead of ogling me." The words came out harsher than she had meant them to. Not her fault. Sara was working hard to ignore the things her brain was screaming at her. There was nothing more she wanted to do at the moment than throw Leonard down and rip his clothes off, but she had to calm down. Maybe inviting him to spar would stave off her more...primal urges.

Leonard raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking at Sara with newfound interest and slight surprise. "You want me to fight with you?"

"Sure. Why not? Kicking your ass will be a pleasure." She gave him a smirk that was probably more lustful than humorous.

"Well, that it may be, but I wasn't looking for a sparring match. Not that I'm rejecting the idea. I could be persuaded to spar with you...on one condition."

"Alright, what is it?"

"If I win, I get a kiss."

Sara's breath hitched for a moment and she stared up at Leonard as if he had just told her that he was going to join a Tibetan monastery. "...What?"

"I'll spar with you on the condition that if I win, you give me a kiss. Sounds pretty fair to when I think about it. I didn't intend on fighting you, but since you insist, it'll be on my terms."

That was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Where were they, in kindergarten? Suddenly, Sara thought he was joking with her and their teammates were going to show up in the training room and laugh, telling her that she had been set up.

'Why didn't you just kiss me last night?' She almost said, but bit her tongue at the last moment before the words came out.

Sara stood there, staring at Leonard with her brow furrowed and her lips in a grim line. His face was incredibly calm and he had a rather expectant look etched across his features. There was no doubt about it. Leonard was dead serious about this challenge.

Shaking her head, Sara replied, "I accept."

She walked over to the bench and sat her bow staff down. Then, without looking back at Leonard, she pulled off her tank top, leaving her in just a simple, black sports bra.

"You didn't have to do that for my benefit, Sara. I can enjoy the view just fine without you removing your shirt."

The tank top was tossed onto the bench and Sara made a low chuckle. She started circling around Leonard, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. "Sorry, but this is all the skin you're going to see from me, Snart."

"We'll see about that..." Leonard's eyes were intense and smoldering. His words sounded like a seductive promise and she ignored the goosebumps on her arms. Sara waited for the right moment and she moved forward, fist moving forward towards Leonard's face. He deftly blocked the move and swung around to hit her with his other hand. Sara was too fast for him, though and she ducked, twirling around to hit his side.

Leonard grunted and turned, taking a few steps back to recollect himself. Sara just gave him a saucy smirk and waggled her fingers at him in a 'come closer' motion. And come closer he did. This time when Sara's foot moved to connect with his stomach, Leonard caught it with his hand and flipped her so she fell to the ground. The beast inside of her growled and she huffed in surprise.

Sara jumped back up on her feet in less than a second and charged at Leonard full fury, their hands moved in a blur, neither one getting a hit in. Leonard was successfully blocking Sara's moves. Several minutes passed before she backed up to catch her breath. A laugh sounded from her lips. "Well, you're pretty good. Most people can't hold their own against a former league of assassins member."

Leonard smirked at her, cracking his knuckles. "What can I say? I've been practicing."

They both got into fighting stance again and Sara fought hard, desperately trying to win this match. She really wanted to beat Leonard just so she could tease him about how silly his challenge was...even though she did want to kiss him. Badly. Inside, she was fighting her rampant emotions. This sparring session wasn't doing anything to alleviate her feelings either.

Leonard threw a punch which Sara anticipated. She took a step to her left, locked her foot behind his ankle and grabbed his arm, using his momentum against him to flip him onto the ground. She straddled him and gave him a triumphant smile.

After waiting a while to catch their breath, she asked him playfully, "Do you surrender?"

"Oh, definitely. I'd do anything you wanted if I could keep you on top of me for a few minutes longer."

Laughter spilled from Sara's mouth and she shook her head at the man below her. Those blue eyes sparked with intensity and she felt her heart begin to thump wildly inside of her chest. It had nothing to do with their sparring match.

She leaned down so their faces were mere inches apart. "Well, don't say that I can't indulge you just this once..." Then she kissed him. Sara had only intended in giving Leonard a short kiss, but he obviously planned for more than that. His hands gripped her waist and squeezed. Sara moaned and let her fingers entwine with Leonard's, the friction keeping them both in a state of heavy desire.

Leonard rolled her so their positions were reversed and he was on top of her. Ordinarily, Sara wasn't the kind of girl who enjoyed being dominated, but for Leonard, she happily accepted the change. Her hands held on to his waist and he sneaked a finger under the waistband of her yoga pants. He let his forefinger run along the seam and watched her reaction closely. Sara hissed in pleasure and gasped at the feel of Leonard's cold hands on her bare skin.

"God, your hands are like ice. What do you do, soak them in cold water every day?"

"I can't tell you that. It's a trade secret..."

"You are such a-mmph!" Sara was cut off by Leonard's lips as they pressed against hers. He ran his hand over the expanse of her stomach gently, like the gentle caress of a lover. She sighed and sucked in a quick breath when he played with the strap of her bra.

Both of them were breathing heavily and neither one took their eyes off each other. Leonard stroked Sara's collarbone with his hands, tracing her skin and he kissed the spot where her heart resided. Sara mewled and squirmed under his ministrations and whispered harshly, "Len...you had better take me to your room."

"What the hell for? Here's as good a place as any." He kissed her neck, letting his tongue glide over the pulse point on her skin. He massaged her sides so he could keep hearing those lovely moans come from her mouth.

Sara giggled and nipped at Leonard's chin. "Because I would rather not have sex on this mat. I could never train in here again without blushing or laughing and I am not going to explain the reason why to our teammates."

A growl sounded from Leonard's throat. "Damn. That's a good point. Alright, let's go."

After latching his lips onto Sara's neck once more, he pulled back and held out a hand to her. She took it, grinning, and squealed when he picked her up into his arms, bridesmaid style, and carried her off down the hall to his room.

Funny thing was Rip and the others had just gotten back to the Waverider when Leonard carried Sara away. They all were quite startled as Sara's squeals echoed in the hall of the ship. No one spoke for a moment. Then Kendra turned to Jax, Stein and Ray with her palm out.

"I called it! Pay up, guys!"

Rip grumbled about coming up with a no-fraternizing rule for the members of the team. Ray wordlessly reached into his back pocket and handed Kendra a one hundred dollar bill, the shocked expression still on his face. Stein tsked to himself and muttered about never underestimating the hormones of the young.

Jax scowled and handed Kendra his part of the money. "How did you knowing they we're going to hook up while we were gone?"

Kendra counted the money and folded it up with a triumphant smile on her face. "Oh, you'd be surprised what listening to conversations while hiding in a closet will do~"