Author's Note: Yes, I know. I have lots to write. But this follow-up to "Date Night" started demanding my attention and I couldn't help myself. Six parts as per the subtitle: I don't know if I'll be able to post every day again, but I will try!

Picks up not long after the end of that story, FWIW.

There's something scratching her right between the shoulder blades.

It's been there for a while, and Sara's not quite sure what finally pushes it from the back of her awareness to actual annoyance. Muttering to herself, she draws away from the still-sleeping Len a bit, leading to a groggy murmur as he reaches for her, fingers brushing her bare ribcage. Sara smiles, but stretches, twisting an arm around to reach for the scratchy distraction.

After brief contortions, her own fingertips brush the annoyance, and she snags it, bringing it around to examine it—and laughing out loud.

The sound causes Len to open an eye and regard her, smiling a bit himself.

"I love that laugh," he tells her in a low, contented tone. "But I gotta wonder why I'm hearing it in bed."

Sara brandishes the culprit, smirking: the jack of hearts from the deck they'd been playing with, what…more than 24 hours ago? Before they'd gotten completely and thoroughly distracted, in a distinctly good way. Most of the cards, she's pretty sure, wound up on the floor, though it's not so surprising that a few are tangled amidst the sheets, or their discarded clothing, or momentarily stuck to the drying sweat from any exertions…

Len chuckles as he props his head on a hand and reaches out to take the card from her, flourishing it before waving his hand and making it vanish in one of his slight of hand moves. Sara lifts her eyebrows, grinning, and makes a show of looking for it, even though it's clearly not up his sleeve. Or any other item of clothing.

That's distracting, too, and they might very well have completely lost track of time yet again-but Gideon speaks then, tone somewhat apologetic, breaking in on their distraction.

"I'm sorry, Captain Lance," she says, "and Mr. Snart. But Ms. Jiwe is coming back on board, a little early, and I thought you might want to know…"

Sara jerks back to reality far more quickly that she'd expected, pulling her wandering hands away and sitting up so quickly her head spins a little as Len makes a disappointed noise. "What time is it?"

"6:44 a.m., just shy of the 36-hour limit you gave…"

But Sara's cursing to herself, now, getting to her feet and casting about for her clothing. Len sits up, and it's a fine view, but urgency (OK, a different sort of urgency) is driving her now. She finds her sleep pants half-tangled in a blanket that'd long since been kicked to the floor, but her T-shirt still manages to allude her. Shrugging, she grabs Len's gray T (hell, he's got tons of them) and tugs it on over the pants.

It smells like him, in a good way. She takes a deep and satisfied breath, then turns to regard its owner.

Len's pulled on his boxers while she's been hunting down her clothes, but that's all. He's leaning back against the bed, arms folded, watching her with what seems to be a mix of fondness, desire, and slight exasperation.

"Any reason," he says after a moment, "you're running out of here like you're been caught doin' something wrong?"

Sara pauses a moment, reviewing, then sighs. "I'm captain," she tells him with resignation, taking a step closer.

"I've noticed."

"I need to be…unbiased." Another step closer. "Or at least look it."

Len's lips twitch. "Like you'd ever hesitate to tell me off if I needed it," he returns. "No matter what we…do in our spare time. And your people know it."

"I know. It's just…" Sara stops fairly close to him and runs a hand through her hair. "Just give me a bit, OK? To figure things out."

He stills, and Sara, belatedly, notices a certain hesitant look in his eyes, right before he glances away. "Of course. But…ah. You things or … us things?"

He thinks she's already doubting them. Whatever them is.

Sara's not sure either, but after last night, she knows she wants to find out. So, taking one more step, she reaches out and puts a hand on either side of his face, bright blue eyes meeting icy blue ones that are somewhat uncertain, then pulls him down for a kiss.

Which immediately gets involved enough that she almost completely forgets that she wants to get back to her room before Amaya or anyone else can find them out. When she finally breaks off the kiss, they're pressed together again, no space between, the air warm and close around them and it would be so easy to fall back into bed together…

Sara sighs again, stepping back, smiling a little at the disconsolate noise Len makes.

"Me things, mostly," she tells him breathlessly. "Sort of us things. Just…how to do this. No second thoughts."

Len shakes his head roughly, then gets a grip and gives her a fond smirk.

"Good," he manages with a bit of the drawl. "None here, either."

Sara makes it back to her room OK, ducking in to grab her usual shampoo (Nate had kept stealing it, so she'd resorting to keeping it in her room) and back out to head to the shower. Only a moment later, though, Amaya moved around the corner, heading in the opposite direction, slowing as she saw the captain.

"You're back early," Sara says, taking the initiative. "Everything OK?"

The other woman shrugs, but she doesn't quite answer. "You mean I'm on time," she says with a slight smile. "Unlike the guys, apparently."

Sara decides not to pursue the issue. She's noticed some friction (not the good kind) between Amaya and Nate lately, and corresponding distraction from Mick. Best to stay out of it for now. "True. That's why I usually give them an early deadline. So they get back here by, oh, noon."

Amaya laughs, but she's also eyeing Sara with a suddenly sharp side-eye. "Where's Len? He didn't go out, did he?"

Gray T-shirts are common, right? Of course they are. "Mick told you Len and I had a…a date, right? We came back after that. I think he's still here, far as I know." Perhaps a little misleading, but not a lie.

"Hmm." Amaya studies her, but apparently declines to question or comment. "Have fun?"

"I did."

"Good."