Sara and Len have a private photo shoot.
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It had been eight months since Len and Sara met at Laurel and Oliver's wedding and eight months since the start of their relationship. Their anniversary was today and Sara had been stuck in school for a pta meeting. Normally, she enjoyed these meetings because of the feedback from the parents and being able to relate how their children were doing in school.
Although, today, Sara couldn't care less about having conversations with her students' parents. The entire time she was at the meeting, all she wanted to do was get in her car and drive to Len's studio apartment.
He'd called her before she left to go to the meeting and let her know that he had a surprise for her later that night. So, of course, that made it hard for her to concentrate on forming sentences with other people because she began to fantasize what this surprise would be. Sara envisioned she and Len wrapped in satin sheets on his bed, entangled with each other.
Even though the past several months of their relationship had been incredible, Sara was still a little nervous when it came to the physical part of it. Sex hadn't been a factor in their relationship, which was kind of funny to some people, considering that Sara and Len were not shy about holding hands or kissing in public.
Most people assumed that Sara and Len had already become physical with each other and neither did anything to encourage or discourage the questions that came their way. Their sex life, or lack thereof, was their own damn business and they didn't have to answer any nosey inquiries about it.
There was nothing wrong with taking time. Sara was the one who wanted to move slowly in their relationship and Len complied with her decision. He told her how he'd once been in a long term relationship that rushed into the realm of intimacy and, in the end, he and the girl regretted it.
Sara would have been lying if she said that she didn't care about any of Len's past relationships with women. What if, when they finally do decide to become intimate, she doesn't measure up to his former lovers?
This was silly to think about because Len told Sara that he wouldn't be disappointed with her when they did. He said that the other women he had been involved with - only two, thank GOD - were okay, but lacked charisma and passion, of which he believed Sara had an abundance.
At first, Sara was prepared to laugh at this, but then she remembered the very passionate kiss that she gave Len yesterday for dropping by the school to bring her flowers. That was a very intense kiss and if the principal hadn't dropped by to remind her about the pta meeting today, they may have very well got it on in her classroom.
Dirty fantasies aside, having sex in a classroom was not on Sara's must list.
When the meeting was over, Sara was the very first person out of the school. As she speed walked to her car, she sent Len a text.
Just left the pta meeting. What a bore. I'll be on my way to your apartment after I change my clothes.
Okay, beautiful. I'll be waiting.
Len had been planning on cooking for their anniversary tonight, but his little sister, Lisa, had asked him to take pictures for her good friend, Caitlin's birthday party. The previous photographer had gotten a nasty case of food poisoning and had to drop out, so Lisa called her older brother at the last minute.
Len took the job, although, he hated the bad timing. The party started at six and he hadn't gotten home until ten o'clock. When Sara texted that she was coming over, he'd only been home for an hour or so and was eating Chinese take out.
Once he finished eating, he tidied up the place - not that it mattered too much to Sara if his place wasn't spic and span; she wasn't one of those overbearing girlfriends who nagged their boyfriend about his apartment - because he wanted to show her that he wasn't a slovenly pig. Chalk it up to his show of masculine pride. He wanted his lady to see him at his best. Goodness knows, she had seen him at his worse many a day in the eight months they'd been dating, and vice versa.
Len's phone chimed, alerting him that someone had sent him a text and he smiled, as he realized that it was from Sara. He opened his phone and raised his eyebrows when he read:
No, we have not had sex, thank you very much, miss nosey! What business is it of yours who I have sex with? I never asked you details about when you and Ollie did it.
Len scrunched his eyebrows and laughed to himself, unsure how to process what he'd just read. Obviously, this was a text Sara intended to send to Laurel, but she sent it to him instead. Still laughing, Len sat on his couch and waited for Sara to text him. After several seconds, she texted:
OMG. Len, I am so so so sorry that you got that. I meant to send that text to Laurel because she kept asking me when you and I were going to have sex and I was getting pissed off with her snooping. I am so sorry.
It was cute that she was so worried about what he'd think, after seeing that text. Len imagined Sara now, with her full lips pouted as she waited for his reply. She was probably resisting the urge to twist her fingers in her hair too, if she weren't driving at the moment.
Babe, it's okay. You don't have to explain. Mick has been doing the same thing to me all week. I guess they feel obligated to make sure that we're having an active sex life.
Ugh, I know. It just gets on my nerves so much. Like, do they have lives of their own or do they suck so bad that they feel the need to find out how we're doing intimacy-wise? It's annoying enough that Felicity teases me and sends me texts about the Kama sutra. Why don't they get that just because they jumped all over each other doesn't mean that we have to do the same?
The kama sutra? Wow. That's a big gesture, coming from Felicity. Ha! Listen, Sara. Some people just like to meddle or they simply don't have anything better to do. Don't worry about it. We'll get there when we get there.
Sara blushed when she read Len's encouraging text. He was so patient and understanding that, sometimes, she wondered if she were living in a wonderful dream. Leonard Snart was pretty much the epitome of the perfect boyfriend.
Regardless of whatever the surprise was that Leonard had for her, Sara still wanted to look nice for it. So she changed into a pair of black high heels, thigh highs and a dark blue dress with white stripes. White was Sara's favourite colour and blue was Len's, which is why she chose to wear this ensemble for their anniversary. That, and this dress happened to be Len's favourite.
Finally, she pulled up to Len's apartment and parked her car in the driveway. As Sara got out of her car and made her way to the front door, she wondered again what kind of surprise Len had for her.
Maybe he's going to take me to an art gallery or something, she mused to herself. Len did have a lot of friends in the city who could get him into certain places even after they've closed. He had a persuasive way about him. Sara was pretty sure that Len could get a person to do nearly anything with that silver tongue of his.
Sara pulled out the key that Len had given her and unlocked the door. Once she was inside, she walked to the main room where the kitchen and living room were combined. "Len?" She looked around, but couldn't see him. When her eyes noticed the camera stand and the green backdrop against the wall, she smiled, realising what his surprise was.
"Are you ready for your close-up, Ms. Lance?" said Len behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. Sara blushed and covered his hands with her own.
"I don't know, Len. You didn't tell me that I needed to put on make-up or anything. I'm not sure if I look right for a photo shoot..."
"Uh-uh. If I told you, then it wouldn't have been a surprise, and you probably would've found some quick excuse to get out of it." He smoothed her knuckles with his thumb. In the past several months, Sara had expressed a displeasure for having her picture taken unless she was ready for it. It was one of her idiosyncrasies.
When Sara started to groan, Len tickled her ribs. "Hey, no complaining, babe. All I want to do is take a few pictures and then, we can stop. You don't need to be dressed to the nines for a photo shoot. Trust me, I've done a lot of photo shoots for women and many of them were natural."
Sara's lips quirked a bit and she cocked her head to the side, giving him a glance. "Really? Well...I suppose a few pictures couldn't hurt."
"'Course not!" He turned her around so their eyes could meet. Len placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Sara, I like you just the way you are. Make-up or no make-up, you look amazing either way."
"Mm, are you sure...?"
"Absolutely. You're lovely just like this. I would never lie to you, you know that."
It was impossible not to smile when he said that. Sara's cheeks were as red as beets and she looked away shyly. "Thank you, Len. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."
He gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Don't mention it, babe. Now, what do you say we get this shoot underway, hm?"
"Okay." Sara dropped her purse on the couch and kicked off her heels. There was a wooden stool in front of the backdrop and she walked over to it. Len made his way to the camera and gave her a wink.
She hopped onto the stool. "Um, are you taking the pictures from the shoulders up or will they be the whole profile?"
"It's up to you."
"Hm...shoulders and up. I'd feel silly trying to figure out where to position my legs." She crossed her stocking feet and placed her hands on her lap. "Just let me know when you're ready."
"I'm all set here." He held a thumbs up to her.
"Oh! Okay...um, how's this?" Sara moved an arm behind her head and pushed her chest out a little. Then, she curved her lips into a sultry smile. Thank goodness she'd applied a coat of lip balm to her lips earlier. They would have been terribly dry otherwise.
Len raised his eyebrows and gave her a grin. "Going for the sexy look, huh? That's good. I like it. Hold that pose." The camera flashed and Sara held the pose for a few more photos before switching to a different position.
As they took picture after picture, Sara found that she was really enjoying herself and that her previous objections to photo shoots were silly and not a big deal.
For some reason, a memory from the day she and Len first met came to Sara's mind. When she was telling Laurel goodbye, her older sister suggested that Sara allow Len to take nude photos of her.
Sara remembered blushing at that remark and, inwardly, she immediately rejected that idea. It would be too awkward and strange, she'd told herself. Besides, there was no way she would ever feel comfortable enough to be one hundred percent naked with another human being like that. At least sex would be easier because you could cover up quickly afterwards. Pictures, though? Pictures were different.
At the time, that excuse made a lot of practical sense to Sara, but now that she'd allowed Len to take pictures of her, it wasn't nearly as terrible as she thought.
Finally, she decided that she wanted to do nude photos and was prepared to tell Len that when he said, "Alright, we've gotten plenty of good pictures. I think we're about done here."
"What? No, Len. Can't we take just a few more pictures? Please? I'm having so much fun doing this!" She gave him a dazzling smile.
"Are you sure? I'm fine with stopping if you are, so don't feel pressured to keep going on my account."
"Oh, I don't feel pressured, but...I was wondering if maybe we could do something different this time?"
"Yeah, like what, exactly?"
"Well..." Suddenly, Sara felt a tad bashful. "Remember how you told me that you've never done nude photos before? I was thinking you could take a few of me! I...I wouldn't have to be completely naked for the camera, but I could wear a shawl and just let it hang around my shoulders or something."
A shawl? They won't really be nude photos, then! Smart move, Sara!
Len chuckled and he crossed his arms. From his body language, it was obvious that he wasn't expecting her to say that. The silence in the room was deafening and Sara was on the verge of telling him to forget it when he spoke up.
"Yeah. Why not? This'll be my first time, but I can't think of anyone else I'd rather do it with."
He sounded like he was talking about sex. Wonderful. Now Sara wished he actually was talking about them having sex instead of taking nude photos. She swore under her breath and gave him a beaming smile.
"Perfect! I have a shawl in my purse, so just let me grab that, I'll change, then we can get the ball rolling!" She jumped off the stool, yanked the shawl out of her purse and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Quickly removing her clothes, Sara wrapped the shawl around her body and looked in the mirror. Her checks were flushed and she was a little out of breath. And why wouldn't she be? She was as bare as the day she was born. The shawl was only long enough that it stopped directly above her knees.
"Oh, man. I hope I don't accidentally have a Basic Instinct moment," she muttered to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom. Len was waiting for her and he gave her an encouraging grin, which fell a little as his eyes took her in.
Sara's legs trembled as Len's gaze raked over her body. It was very arousing to see him look at her like that. Like she was the most desirable woman he'd ever seen. Like he wanted her. No need for words were needed in that moment. Sara shivered in delight, for there was one thing she saw in Len's eyes as she came closer.
Possession.