Random CanaryColdWave Thoughts
Len is first up in the morning in the kitchen on the Waverider to make coffee. He hasn’t fully woken up yet or gotten ready, so he’s just in a long-sleeved shirt and his sleep pants, which cling to him a little too tightly.
Sara comes in, also morning tousled, yawns, starts getting her coffee, and eyes Len stirring up his own cup just the way he likes it.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to wear those pants around me.”
Len eyes her over his shoulder. “And why is that?”
“Coz the way you look in them, I kinda wanna smack your ass,” she smirks. Then shrugs. “Or witness someone else do it.”
Mick promptly enters and smacks Len’s ass without missing a beat.
“Hey!” Len looks affronted, while fighting down a blush.
Sara busts out laughing.
Mick inclines his head at them and neither can tell which of them he’s speaking to, though it’s probably both, when he’s says, “You’re welcome.”
