Busted (Kendra)

Kendra accidentally becomes the first one of the team to find out about Len and Sara.

Len woke up alone, but the sheets next to him were still warm.

"Where's Sara, Gideon?" He asked as he sat up and stretched.

"In the kitchen." Gideon responded. "She requests you join her." Len grunted and climbed out of his bunk. He couldn't find his tee shirt, so he shrugged and left the room without it. He didn't really care if anyone saw him shirtless. And he had a pretty good idea where his shirt was anyway.

His suspicion was confirmed when he entered the ships kitchen, and found Sara wearing his shirt over her tiny pajama shorts.

"What are you doing?" He asked, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped a kiss to the side of her neck.

"Making breakfast." Sara responded.

"You don't cook. You hate cooking." Len pointed out.

"I can make toast." Sara turned in his arms and gave him a brilliant smile while looping her arms around his neck. "And I knew you wouldn't be far behind. And you do like to cook."

"I like to cook for you" Len dropped a kiss to Sara's upturned mouth, then moved to Gideon's refrigerator. "Breakfast sandwiches?" He asked. Sara hummed in agreement and moved to pop the bread in the toaster.

"How many do you want?" Sara asked.

"Two." Len grabbed eggs and bacon, the crossed to the stove. He started the bacon frying, and reached for a bowl to scramble the eggs.

"Should you be doing that without a shirt on?" Sara teased, lifting herself up to sit on the counter.

"Whose fault is that?" Len asked, pouring the eggs into a pan. He looked over at Sara and smirked. "Don't you have any shirts of your own?"

"I like yours better." Sara said innocently, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hmm." Len turned the heat down, then moved to stand between Sara's legs. "I will say this." He murmured, sliding one hand up under the shirt and resting his hand on her rib cage. "You look better in it than I do." He leaned down and kissed Sara's neck.

"Oh really?" Sara hummed, tilting her head to the side to give him better access.

"Hmm." Len slid his other hand up under the shirt and Sara's breath hitched. "But you look even better out of it."

"Wow, what smells so good. . . holy shit!" Kendra had just come in to the kitchen. Upon seeing Sara up on the counter with Len standing between her legs with both hands under her shirt, Kendra tried to quickly leave the kitchen. Unfortunately, she missed the door and ended up pressed up against the wall, her eyes wide and her jaw dropping.

"Holy shit!" She blurted out again.

"Hello Kendra." Sara said, giving Len a gentle push away. He frowned, but did pull his hands out from under her shirt and moved back to the stove. Sara slid off the counter and passed Len some toast. "Would you like a breakfast sandwich?"

"O. . .okay?" Kendra sat down at the table, still staring wide-eyed at Sara. Len put bacon and eggs on a piece of toast, topped it with another piece and put it in front of Kendra on a plate.

Kendra picked it up, but was too busy staring at the two of them to take a bite.

"So. . . you two?" She asked.

"Yeah." Sara answered.

"How long?"

"Couple of weeks now."

"Keep it to yourself." Len growled, finishing his and Sara's sandwiches. Kendra blinked at him, looking between Len and her sandwich. A smile touched her lips.

"Are you buying my silence with food?" She asked, taking a bite.

"Is it working?" Len asked. Kendra nodded and swallowed.

"This is really good Len. You got skills." He smirked and Sara rolled her eyes.

"Don't encourage him." She looked Kendra in the eye. "Seriously though. . ."

"I won't say anything." Kendra promised. "It's not anyone's business."

"Thanks." Sara said with a smile.

"No problem." Kendra returned the smile, then wrinkled her nose. "Just, keep it out of the kitchen from now on, okay?"

She nearly choked when Len smirked and Sara laughed.

"Oh, if you only knew." Len said.

Next: Jax is the next to stumble across Len and Sara together. (I'm actually having a little trouble with this one. Suggestions would be very much appreciated.)