Prompt #1: Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

Headcanon: Sara, being the wilder of the two, tends to be much more reckless, especially if there's fun to be had. Flustering Leonard is always a fringe benefit. Len tends to be the more meticulous member of the couple. He'd much rather his feet solidly on the ground instead of the rickety Ferris wheel that could fall apart if the wind blows too hard. Of course, Sara will find it great fun in shaking it up while Len asks and tells her to stop.

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Sara had always been the adventurer and risk taker of the couple. Leonard was the meticulous planner. He planned his dates like one of his heists: exact timing and a month in advance.

Their most recent date was chosen by Sara, and she wanted to visit a carnival. Gideon landed the Waverider in a field near their destination as Sara still had problems with smooth landings, and Mick didn't want to drive. Since Leonard was returned to them by a mage known to Kara as Dr. Fate the two men had talked things out, and Mick's excessive drinking had stopped. The man had been trying to drown his guilt and pain in each bottle.

The couple departed the ship with Mick and Jax right behind them. Snart's unofficial brothers wanted to go to the carnival too and swore they would stay away from the date. Sara and Len didn't mind having them around, but a couple of games in Mick was dragging Jax to the nearest food stand for something dripping in grease. The young man was happy to follow as they discussed the latest anime Mick introduced to him.

Sara laughed as they headed over to a ring toss game. Len put down the money for them to play. "You sure you can handle this kind of game, crook?"

He gave her a slow smirk. "I guess we'll see, assassin."

They were each handed a set of rings to loop around the bottle necks. Len made all but two. Sara looped all of them. A satisfied smirk adorned her lips. "You did decent, but this is still my game."

He shrugged. "I'm not the one that throws knives at people for a living. You relieve them of blood. I relieve them of money."

She barked out a laugh before going over to the curator to choose her prize. While Leonard was scoping out their next activity, Sara glanced back at him, her eyes softening. It was a year ago that day that he'd been lost to her, to the team. She could remember the months of shutting out the rest of the team, of the wild flings she could never let go too far for guilt of cheating on a dead man, of fighting with a wild recklessness. Turning back to the large selection of plushies, she chose a simple snow leopard. She slipped it into her bag as she thanked the stall handler and moved to stand beside her crook. "Where to now?"

He glanced down at her, a small smirk still in place but a curiousness in his eyes. Shrugging again, he motioned to a shooting game. "Wanna see who's the better shot?"

A wild smile sprung to her face. "You're on, crook."

Again, Leonard laid down the money after arriving at the stall, and they both picked up their gun. Sara fired off first, missing one target by a hair. She turned to watch her man as he shot in rapid succession. She watched his eyes tracking each target, calculating just the perfect angle for each shot before ever pulling the trigger the first time. His shots hit every one of the targets. He turned his slightly smug smirk to her. She gave a low whistle. "So, that's the shooting that protected the nerd twins in Salvation."

Leonard chuckled. "Guess so. Now I suppose I have to choose a prize."

He turned to the plushies and trinkets lined up. Sara smiled. She loved all sounds of happiness coming from that man. She felt him slip up behind her and there was a slight weight added to her bag. She looked up at him. "Ready?"

At his nod, they headed off once again. They hit a few more games and rode a few rides. A couple of hours in, they settled in for a dinner of fried foods before heading off again. They only met up with Mick and Jax a couple of times before the night began to fall around them. "Looks like we have time for one more ride before we really need to head back, so what will it be?" Leonard looked down at Sara.

Mick and Jax were being drug behind them now to make sure they didn't lose them before leaving for the ship. She smiled up at Len before walking away, causing the three men to follow her with varying levels of confusion and curiosity. She finally stopped at the line for the Ferris Wheel. She stuffed her bag into Mick's arms before grabbing Snart by the forearm and dragging him to stand in rather short line. "Be back in a few minutes. Don't think about leaving, you two." Sara called over her shoulder.

Leonard sighed. "The Ferris Wheel, Lance? I never pegged you for the stereotypical romantic kind. Hoping for a kiss at the top with a backdrop of the twinkling lights?" He drawled.

She shrugged. "Why not. It's here and so are we. Besides, when would you give up a chance to kiss me anywhere?"

He hummed, conceding that point. Kissing her was a favorite pastime of his as of late, and one he had no plan to grow tired of anytime soon or in this lifetime.

Soon they were loaded in a small seat and strapped in. Leonard felt a little uneasy on such a precarious bench. Sara looked completely delighted by it all. As the ride began once again, it was slow going. The higher they climbed, the more creaking Len could hear and the less safe he honestly felt.

They were a couple of carts from the top when Sara decided she wanted to spice the ride up some, so she began to kick her feet out as if she were on a swing. She threw her weight forward just a bit to start a small tremor through the seat. "What are you doing?" Len's voice was blunt.

"Just shaking things up some." Her own voice had an edge of wickedness to it.

"Well, stop. This thing looks and sounds like it's older than Stein. Or maybe Kendra."

She laughed at the dig at their friend's age thanks to reincarnation, but doubled her efforts to get the rickety contraption to swing. The grunt from Len just made her laugh harder and continue on her self-appointed mission. Suddenly, a great lurch caused him to yelp out and latch onto any meager fingerholds he could find. "SARA!"

She began to laugh so hard she had a hard time breathing. She'd never seen Leonard look that startled before! She continued to swing their little bench even after her laughter settled. Just before she could cause another massive shake Leonard took matters into his own hands. He gently but tightly gripped the sides of her face and pulled her toward him to crash his lips against hers. It was deep and breathtaking, and when they separated she was left a bit dazed. The breeze blew past them, gently ruffling her hair and their clothes. His gaze trapped her as she took in his eyes, and it remained that way the rest of the trip around.

When the ride stopped, both stepped away quietly, still caught in the moment brought on by the kiss. They walked past their two crew mates who shared a smug and knowing smile behind their backs. The walk back to the Waverider was quiet as the couple held each other's hands. Upon their arrival, Mick handed the bag over the woman and drug Jax away.

The bag was set on the captain's seat and the two went their separate ways for a moment to wash up before bed. Leonard slipped his hand into the canvas tote and pulled out the prize he'd won. He snuck in to her bedroom and set the prize on her pillow. He smiled at the small pale blue bird then turned to leave. He made his way into his bathroom to begin his shower. When he sauntered out wearing his black sweat pants and thin long sleeved night shirt, he came up short at the sight of a snow leopard plush draped across his pillow complete with a tiny blue parka and a collar of goggles around its neck. He delicately traced the thing's soft fur while a gentle smile spread across his lips. He glanced toward his door. He really needed to go thank Sara for such an eventful date and thoughtful gift. A light of mischief shown in his eyes as he looked back toward the leopard. He should probably bring it with him. He strongly doubted he was coming back to his room tonight.