The Ones Still Here

Roy isn’t sure how this all began. One day they are getting out of their uniforms and then the next they are having sex on the floor of the Arrow Cave. (Funny, he still thinks of the place as His.) It surprises both of them and he and Laurel agree it was a mistake, a one-time thing. That is until it keeps happening.

Tonight is no different. Both of them have come back from patrol. He would have liked to think it was getting easier but that isn’t the truth. Things in Starling City are getting worse. The criminals are getting bolder and the citizens are losing hope again. Even the ones that he and Laurel save are disappointed. He sees the look in their eyes. It is the same look that Diggle and Felicity have despite trying to hide it. Laurel and him are not the heroes they are hoping for. They wish his hood was green not red and they wish she was a trained assassin not a hero in training. Everyone else looks at them hoping they were someone else, however, Laurel and him look at each and are happy to see each other.

That is why this continues. She knows how he feels. He isn’t the Arrow and she isn’t the Canary. To everyone else they are not enough but to each other they are. Tonight Diggle and Felicity are barely out the door before Laurel practically tackles him to the ground. Masks, hoods, wigs, leather and finally underwear are discarded everywhere. All the while both of them are ignoring the slight aches and pains from tonight’s patrol. They both know that the other can handle the pain.

Laurel is atop him and impales herself on him with loud moan. She usually wants to start in control and Roy has no problem letting her. He is in awe of her as she bucks and grinds. He stares up at her with his hands alternating between holding her hips and reaching up to grab her breasts. He doesn’t try to hinder her in any way as she moves faster and faster seeking her release. He only tries to ease her along with the occasional pinching and twisting of her nipples. Laurel’s usual solemn demeanor is gone in these moments as she is the mist of ecstasy. He sees this when they are out on patrol as well when they are in the middle of the fight.

They aren’t making love. They aren’t in love with each other. She isn’t Thea and he isn’t Tommy or even Oliver. Yet they never see disappointed in the other’s eyes. There is no disappointment as Laurel thrusts down taken him in deeper. He feels it before he hears her scream out her release. Her body tightens as her orgasm overcomes her. Roy takes this moment to grab her hips and flip them over so that he is now on top.

His movements are rushed as he seeks his own release. He feels her legs wrap around her hips and her nails leaving their mark on his back. He slightly changes the angle of his thrusts as he moves even faster. The new movement has its desired effect as she is practically screaming in his ears, chanting his name over and over. Finally her body arches up as another orgasm hits her even harder this time. The walls tighten their grip on his manhood and become unbearable till finally he finds his release. He collapses on top of her. One of her hands is running over his back while the other is in his hair. He is kissing her chest, taken a nipple in his mouth as he tries to breathe normal again.

Their eyes meet as they lay next to each other. He sees it. They don’t love each other but if anything life has shown love is fleeting. No they have each other’s respect. It isn’t sexy but it is enough. After all they may not be who the others hope for, but they are ones still here. Right now, that is enough.