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[cold_n_calculating]

Dark. Hero Free. Perfect. That's how Leonard would describe the current situation he's in. He might not like working with Thawne and his gang but he has Mick and he has his city to pilfer and plunder and while he might slightly miss the man in Scarlet he's having way too much fun to care about it. He's glad they picked him up and recruited him for this mission. It's a hell of a lot more fun than small heists any day.

It's late and everyone's busy doing their own things now as he makes his way towards his bedroom. He opens the door and steps inside shutting and locking it behind him. He takes off his coat and makes his way towards his couch. Sara's due by at some point tonight and he's thinking he might like a shower before she gets arrives.

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[cold_n_calculating]

He pushes her as it is, teases, nudges, but is always mindful that on a whim she could snap his neck. He's usually a bit more tactful in the bedroom because who the hell want's to die in the middle of sex?

He's not thinking about that though, right now he only has eyes for how debauched she looks and it makes his ego swell a little bit knowing he did that to her. He made the great Sara Lance look like a fucked out little whore. Well maybe not a whore, but still.

"You wanna head back out and see if we can put down a few more?" He asks handing her the tumbler.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Maybe she does. Wonder. About it. The vaguest, furthest, tiniest question of a possibility. It's in that look on his face, still, when he comes back, holding out the tumbler. That something that mixes hungry and pleased, that's like looking at a mirror. The way it drips arrogance in those icy eyes, without actually forsaking wariness. Like none of this actually quenches, even at absolutely had. It just drives it in deeper.

That want. The having, and having had. The stealing it. The if.
The promise this isn't over. Isn't anything like the last time.

Sara makes him hold the cup, without looking at it, or him, for long enough to actually pull the skin tight and then some leather pants back on. Before she takes the drink. No less certain and imperious dressed in darkness, undressed and disheveled, or headed back to pristine without so much as a thank you, than at any other time. When her mouth tilts a dark slash of a smirk. "Inviting yourself along, now?"

[cold_n_calculating]

Leonard is comfortable with his nakedness, at least around her. He sips his drink and watches her as she donnes her armor once again.

"Maybe." He smirks when she asks if he was inviting himself along. "Always up for a little mayhem and fun."