darhkatom: “that’s the difference between science and magic.”
“There’s a difference between magic and science.”
“Yes, but there’s also so much that’s the same,” Nora countered. “You have to study both, you need tools for both, you accomplish things with both, and it all takes commitment.”
“I don’t think magic is going to get us out of a room that has a fingerprint scanner when you have those cuffs on,” Ray told her, pointing to the door.
Nora pouted before begrudgingly extending her hands to Ray. “You have a way to get me out of these.”
“I can try with this,” Ray pulled out a paperclip and unbent it.
prompt: kara has always been about traditions during the holidays... So when she finds Lena doesn't really have any holiday traditions, she seeks to rectify that.
Lena sat at her desk, pencil tap tap tapping away as she studied a piece of schematics. If she could just get the algorithms right, this could really actually work. It would just take a bit more…
“Hey, you’re working late,” a voice said drawing her out of her science induced daze.
Kara Danvers was beautiful. Lena had always thought so, but here casually leaning against the doorjamb of Lena’s office lite by the dim light of the Christmas lights Jess had strung up along the ceiling and the tree in the corner, she was radiant.
“Kara Danvers, this is a surprise,” Lena said, setting down the schematics to give Kara her full attention. She glanced at the clock. Half past midnight. Officially Christmas eve. “I thought you’d be in Midvale by now.”
“Mmm,” Kara hummed, moving further into the room to perch on the side of Lena’s desk. “Change of plans. Eliza is coming here instead.”
“Everything ok?”
Kara’s smile seemed to almost dim at the suggestion that things may not be. “Of course. Just thought we could share the holidays with all our friends.”
“How very kind,” Lena said. She leaned back and smiled, watching as Kara squirmed. She obviously had come here for something, and was struggling to put it into words. She picked at an invisible something stuck to the corner of Lena’s desk in an attempt to by for time.
Lena let her for a moment stew in her own thoughts, contemplating what her next move would be. When she couldn’t seem to reach that end point, Lena reached over and stilled her hand.
Kara stared at it transfixed for a moment causing Lena to pull her hand away, but Kara grabbed at it, lacing their fingers together. Lena gave her a small smile.
“What is it, Kara?” she asked, squeezing her hand and trying to look as reassuring as possible.
“Well, I just…” she stuttered, “I thought you’d like to come. You know….if you aren’t busy or anything…”
Lena was struck. She couldn’t imagine at point in her life where she would actually have someone care enough to invite her over for Christmas. Never thought she’d feel…loved? Was this what it was like? She could almost remember the feeling. Shades from Lex. The real Lex. The one that was her brother. The one that held her hand on her first day of school. The one that tended her wounds. The one who taught her to play chess. The Lex he had been before his decent into madness. Before aliens and doomsdays and tragedies.
But here was this beautiful woman sitting in front of her, asking her to be a part of her celebrations. A part of….something Lena hasn’t had in a long time.
Kara mistook her silence. Going to pull away, she rambled out, “No, of course, you’re busy. Why wouldn’t you be? You’re the CEO of a billion-dollar company. You’re probably drowning in invites to all sorts of exclusive Christmas parties. Ones that are far better than little ole Danvers Christmakkah….”
“Kara.”
“…this whole thing was so silly of me…” Kara went on. Her hand slipped away from Lena as she got up, pacing around the room, arms flailing as she rambled. If Kara wasn’t getting everything so wrong, Lena might have found the stammering cute. “…I’ll just be getting out of your way. You’re obviously busy after all. I mean why wouldn’t you be? You have the world to save and all…”
“KARA!”
Kara froze, wide eyed, halfway to the door. Lena stood, walking calmly over to her frozen friend. She adjusted the lapels of her jacket smoothing down the wrinkles where she’d become disheveled in her frantic backtracking. “I’d love to come.”
Kara’s smile could power to entirety of the west coast if hooked to the right generator. “Yeah?”
Lena nodded. “Yeah.”
Slowly she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Kara’s mouth. Kara’s breathe hitched sharply.
“Lena…” The word was barely a whisper, but it struck Lena to the core.
She gestured up above their heads. “Mistletoe.”
“My favorite Christmas tradition…” Kara said, wrapping Lena in her arms.
“I can’t say I’ve ever had any Christmas traditions,” Lena said. Forehead to forehead, they took in each other just breathing in the calm of the cool Christmas eve air. “But I think kissing you, will be my favorite from now on.”
I can’t blame you for what you said in your text post calling people out earlier. At some point, enough is enough and you can’t be nice to people who insist on spreading lies and trying to ruin your reputation and personal life. I’m sorry you’re going through this!
Absolutely. There’s on fan in SQ I adored and it was @freyreh. Although she stopped being SQ when they starting attacking her character and mine. Freyreh if you want, do you want to talk about “Ethan-gate” which you and me were victims of. I’m sure remember that awful experience just as much as me.
Title: New Levels of Intimacy
Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: Teen
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart/Mick Rory
Summary: Intimacy, Sara was learning, had less to do with sex and everything to do with trust.
Timeline: n/a
Word Count: 748
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television.
Betas: Thank you to <lj user="shanachie_quill"> for looking this over for me.
Author's Note 1: I was inspired by last week's LoT. Mick Rory wearing glasses and reading gives me life.
Author's Note 2: Happy Birthday @freyreh
Intimacy, Sara was learning, had less to do with sex and everything to do with trust.
She's had sex with a lot of people in her life, but had only been intimate with very few. The most recent two were curled up in her bunk with her at this very moment.
Sara, Leonard, and Mick had been sleeping together for months, but it was only recently that Sara felt like they shared a true intimacy.
For example, last month she discovered that Leonard wore contacts. It was only the second time that she'd spent the night in his bunk; that they'd all slept together and not just fucked.
Leonard had slipped out of bed and when he returned he was wearing a pair of black square-framed glasses.
"What's that on your face?" she'd teasingly asked as he climbed back into bed.
Leonard bristled and drawled, "It's exactly what you think it is. I didn't want to sleep in my contacts again, so sue me."
"I didn't mean it like that," Sara promised. She straddled his legs, looking at him properly. She looked long enough that Leonard started squirming under her.
"Stop torturing the guy," Mick grumbled from the far side of the bed, where he'd been lying next to Sara.
Sara wound her arms around Leonard's neck and pressed her body against his. "I think you look damn sexy in those glasses," she admitted before kissing him. "Why don't you wear them all the time?"
Leonard smirked. "Can't be distracting people by making myself even sexier."
"You're right, that ego doesn't need any more stroking whatsoever," Sara agreed with a grin.
"They get in the way on jobs," Mick said.
"And I like having my peripheral vision in focus while on a job," Leonard added before pressing his lips to hers, effectively distracting her.
~*~
It was a week later that Sara went to Mick's bunk late one night when she was having trouble sleeping, hoping some of his booze would help her relax, and found him reading with glasses on.
"You, too?" she exclaimed.
"Me, too, what?" Mick asked, confused, looking up from his book.
"You're wearing glasses," Sara said, pointing at his face.
"They're for reading," Mick said. "Eyes aren't as young as they used to be."
"Don't say it like that," Sara pouted, sitting in his lap. "You make me feel like a child."
Marking his place in the book, Mick set it aside and wrapped his arms around Sara. "Wouldn't want that."
Sara adjusted his glasses and admitted, "They work for you."
"Of course they do, otherwise I wouldn't wear them."
Rather than correct him, Sara simply leaned in to kiss him.
~*~
Tonight they were too tired for sex after a long, eventually successful mission, but Sara had asked them to spend the night with her anyway, and they'd both readily agreed. Leonard and Mick were sitting at either end of the bed, reading, and Sara was doing her best to read her book in the center of the bed, but she kept getting distracted by how good the men looked in their glasses.
"Who would have thought that glasses were what did it for you," Leonard observed, glancing at Sara over the top of his book.
"It's a bit of a shock to me, too," she admitted. "Or maybe it's just who's wearing the glasses."
"Good save," Mick commented. "Bet you'd look hot in glasses. Get that sexy librarian look going with your hair up in a sloppy bun…" He considered her for a minute before nodding. "Yeah."
Sara snorted her amusement. "Deadly librarian; is more like it."
"That would be hot, too," Leonard said.
"Unless it's for a mission, this girl hopefully won't be wearing glasses for a long time," Sara said, tossing her book aside, resolved to the fact that she wasn't going to accomplish any reading that night.
"We'll have to see what we can do about finding a mission for you to wear glasses, in that case," Leonard purred, setting his own book aside and reaching for Sara.
"Or just get Gideon to make a pair for you to wear just with us," Mick suggested, joining his partners at the other end of the bed.
"I like the way you think, Mick," Leonard said.
"Enough talking for now," Sara said, pulling the two men to her, each kissing a side of her neck.
As the men reached up to remove their glasses, Sara stopped them. "Leave them on."
The End
freyreh replied to your photoset: Legends of Tomorrow characters: Mick Rory
dom’s eyes are brown, not blue.
^^^^well i was going to delete this comment because i sound like the assholes who have been in my inbox about his eye color and it won’t let me. say they are blue, i don’t care anymore.
Thanks for wanting to be nice about this. I can respect that. I do still genuinely see blue when I look at Dominic’s eyes, but I get that it’s a debatable subject.
