For Leonard, anything involving Sara was always outlined in some kind of lust, but beneath all of that was always a layer of true affection. When Leonard told Sara he loved her, he meant every single syllable. For being a thief, Leonard was more honest than people gave him credit for, especially when it was about someone or something he deeply cared for.
"I think this tops any kind of heavy petting from my teenage years, Sara Lance," Leonard replied. He shivered at the feeling of her fingers shifted to her back. The pressure of his forehead on her own was comforting, a sign of pure affection in itself, and something Leonard would always cherish.
He leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. "Particularly when it is freezing."