( sara's certainly curious about the circumstances that got the flash himself sleeping on leonard's couch — considering as far as she knows, good old captain cold and heat wave are adversaries of his — but it'll have to wait for later. leonard deposits her onto his bed and she lays there, happily tangled up with him. )
Wasn't really expecting Christmas in August. ( his expression is way too smug and way too infectious; she can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks up at him. god, it makes sara feel like a silly teenager, the feeling that she gets just by laying eyes on him. her hand settles on top of his, guides it until it's on top of the knife's holster around her thigh. )
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Wasn't really expecting Christmas in August. ( his expression is way too smug and way too infectious; she can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks up at him. god, it makes sara feel like a silly teenager, the feeling that she gets just by laying eyes on him. her hand settles on top of his, guides it until it's on top of the knife's holster around her thigh. )
It's stupidly nice and you're ridiculous.