Authors note: As part of a set of one shots, no there is nothing beyond this but there will be a series of femslash and yuri variant covers pertaining to certain pairings. This in itself a singular piece set in Arrow. It is all part of my new forum; 'Requests-Femslash and Yuri and Smut oh my' and please take the smut seriously as content will vary from K, T, and M rated. In short it is…well the title is self-explanatory as it will involve me opening things up to where you, the readers of my work get to throw ideas my way. You can find out more by going to the forum itself. Anyway…

In this one shot, yes another one, we find Earth 2's Laurel Lance aka Black Siren combating Sara Lance, and from there things get a bit out of hand and the two winds up in a situation neither expected, nor anticipated. It delves into a pairing that isn't' too much sibling like as they aren't related, still, if anyone saw them in public there might be another story. My first M rated story in a while so once again femslash is involved, if it is not your cup of tea…you can leave.

Arrow: Canary fever

CH.1: Submit to desire

Sara Lance moved around the woman as she brought her weapon to bear on her…though she was quick and managed to block her attack. If she were not second guessing herself she would swear this woman was the spitting image of her deceased sister. However she could not lower he guard for a second for this was not her Laurel. She had died at the hands of Damien Darhk, a deed to this day that weighed heavily on her heart.

"Cat got your tongue Sara? Really…you should stop comparing me to that weak sister of yours, I for one am not that easy to kill." Her voice was much like hers but it was laced with hostility that stirred her up in all the wrong ways.

"I have no problem killing you…you monster!" Sara swung again and again but each time this Laurel seemed to read through her attacks. Soon she was pinned up against the wall with her riding her back, her hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"You want to kill me, but, that isn't what we are doing is it? You are holding back, meanwhile I am seizing every attack out of the air like you are holding back. You are predictable and that is your downfall. Where were you when your sister died?"

Sara glowered back at her and she sent her head back and smiled noting the surprise on her face as she reeled back. "I was out saving the stars, planets, timelines that preserve much of the order of the universe…something you would not understand."

"I bet…sounds lonely." She wiped at her mouth and Sara watched her. The two women had been going at this for a bit now. Neither of them ready to let down and both drenched in sweat. Sara honestly had never fought her sister, not much anyway. The two of them kind of had different paths in life and aside from a bit of sparring they honestly only had words to throw at one another growing up.

"Well…it isn't. I have a crew, a family…something you would know nothing about. You are vile, cruel, you have no code but to survive." Sara races forth with a few kicks and thankfully one connects sending the other female up against the wall.

"Yeah…well…it keeps me around so I can do this." Sara was thrown backwards as she felt the shrill cry of the Canary attacking her ears. Had she prepared for this fight she might have come prepared.

"Yeah…I can see that. And hear it. What keeps you around though? Shouldn't you have moved on by now?" Sara can taste the copper taste of her blood in her mouth and she is a bit sluggish in her movements. Maybe she can keep her talking.

"I like it here. I've done all I can in Earth 2, and here, I can play another part. People see me and they think of the good Laurel, feels nice. It allows me to do what I need to do." Laurel moves in on her and Sara swings a bit at her but her attacks are off and her weapons are knocked free.

"Why did you rush to face me? What do you accomplish by doing so? You tried reasoning with me, did not work…then you shouted, that fell flat, and we fight and nowt his? I am sure your friends tried to talk you out of this." Laurel kept her advance and Sara swung at her but Laurel must have been leading her on cause each attack didn't connect but hit empty air.

"Actually…they don't know. In fact…none of the Legends know about this either. I just told them I was going to check up on Ollie." She was hoping that she'd get her balance back quick otherwise she might be at the mercy of this…fake.

"Wow…so dishonest of you. And you are supposed to be the good one right?" Sara furrows a brow then she attacks but once again is pressed up against the wall, her hand primed behind her back as the other Laurel breathes down her neck.

"Get off me…right now…or so help me-." Sara tries to push back but is only pushed more against the wall grinding her face against it.

"When was the last time you actually relaxed? Seriously, cause, you are tense in so many places. I had a Sara back on Earth 2,not like you of course, I could never see her the way I see you. It is wrong and I imagine it is just as wrong here, but, we aren't technically related."

Sara felt her eyes widen as she was getting her line of thought. "Hell no, I will not, I will not…" Sara felt tears in her eyes but heard the soothing shhh coming from the other Laurel.

"Oh but you will…and you may like it. We are both women and if that itch is not taken care of, it may very well tear us asunder." Sara would not, could not accept such an offer. Even if this was not her Laurel it painted a visage of oh so wrong.

"Over my dead body." She could feel some of her strength coming back but suddenly she feels her lips on her neck…and her body shudders. Is it revulsion? Is it something more? She kept thinking of Laurel but she was not coming back, this was not her…which seemed to do the opposite as those thoughts opened a wave of some other feeling. Her body tenses as she can feel her riding her behind, and there is more pressure on her wrist making it hard to break the hold without harming herself.

"Do not tempt me…from my position I can easily let the last thing you hear be my shrill Canary cry, but, we both know that isn't what you want." Laurel sucks on her neck…her grinding rough and she slips a hand around her groping at her chest and she suddenly feels her breath hitched.

"Damn you…" Sara wished she hadn't gone out here alone. Still…to face her sister's doppelganger who paraded around with her visage…well worth it. However her legs were growing weak and she finds a moistness building in her panties that makes this betrayal so much clearer.

"Give in…no one will see what is going to happen anyway. Plus, who am I going to tell?" Laurel had a point. Sara also figured while she can fight her off and get away…it was obvious her body had not been…treated in a bit.

Heaving a grunt in frustration she turns her head and kisses her full on the lips. It was wrong…but…hell with morality. She fed off her lips, that dark lipstick she wore, so unlike that of her Laurel. Her chest is kneaded through her outfit and she parts her lips and feels her tongue invade her mouth. It was so…weird. Still even being so she did not fight it…but embraced it, made it something more than it was.

Laurel then goes to turn her around so she is facing her. Sara watches as she feeds on her lips again but now her outfit is being removed. It felt like her skin or defenses were pulled down and she finally manages to get some of her strength back and reaches over running her hands through her hair. Soon her hands are working on getting Laurel or Black Siren…yeah she was who she was…but somehow Laurel kept coming to mind.

Laurel goes to remove her lips from hers as that forbidden saliva trails out. She just wears this wicked smile before she leans down kissing at her cleavage and removing her bra so her breasts are out in the open. They weren't big…but they weren't small either. Her nipples are exposed to the chilly night air and she shivers as she secures it in her mouth sucking at it.

Sara grabs at her ass then…feeling how fit it was, how full. She wondered if…no…crossing that line was not right, neither was this…dammit all. Sara can feel her nipples being tugged on and she fights to still her breathing…still the cries waiting to happen. Laurel, Black Siren…eases down her bodies and as the rest of her outfit slip about her framed hips she can see her staring at the panties she wore…staring at the splotch of a stain centered on her crotch.

"My my…your Laurel or not it clearly shows you are ready for some action." Sara glowered down at her but was lost once again in pleasure as she kisses her crotch covered panties. She whimpers biting her bottom lip as she tries to keep still. Braced against the wall she gropes at her chest while she sucks on her. Soon her damp panties are removed and she licks around the slit gathering up her wetness.

"Shit…don't tease me…get on with it!" Sara was thriving for some action…her pussy not knowing much contact in her time aboard the Wave Rider. She sucks a bit on the air as she feels a tongue probe her insides. Her hand works down her body pushing the other Laurel against her. The night air stirs her nipples as she finally lets in to emotion…moaning to the emptiness around her.

For her part the other Laurel just slurps and moans into her sending pleasing vibrations throughout. This was by no means romantic…but…it couldn't' be helped. Her body was overridden with joy as she rides her face. It is hard to say how long passed…minutes…seconds…damn. Her body was flushed with pleasure and as she came profusely she found the one name coming off her lips that sold her fate.

"Laurel!" Settling down she can see the other female smirk, her face and hair plastered with her release and she goes to stand up and kisses her lips, her own taste there. Sara fights her through the kiss and then the other woman pulls back.

"I think we are done here. I really have to get going but…we should do this again sometime. I wonder, every time you picture me…will it be me you imagine, or your dead sister?" Black Siren then walks off into the night and Sara just slumps down the wall and breaks down in tears.

What had she just done…and with whom of all people, it, it made her sick. Holding herself she wondered if she could ever live this down. All alone she finally gets dressed and goes to contact the others, no one would ever know what happened tonight…ever.

The END

Authors note: For those who read my Victorious fanfic I do hope you know I will not be continuing that, it was a one shot. However this one is also a one shot and I hope you all check out my forum in case you have ideas of your own and wish to swing it by me. Yes this was wicked…and yes…it was downright nasty but I wanted to seize on the opportunity to do something no one had. Again this is for my forum, best way I can advertise what I am capable of.