In the Arrowcave bunker the air was starting to smell like the friction of burning wood, coming from the sticks that Oliver Queen and Laurel Lance were using for sparing. They had both decided to stay to keep training for the night after John left to go home with his wife and child, while Thea went out for date night with her boyfriend, Alex. It was near 10 pm, usually they were out on patrol at the time of night but the city had been quiet since they apprehended Damien Darhk; with exception of the Bee crazed computer hacker, Brie Larvin. As Oliver picked up the pace, increasing speed he expected Laurel to get hit but she managed to block the strikes.
"Nice defense." Oliver commented, wearing a grey t-shirt and brown cargo paints.
"Thanks, Nyssa suggested I work it on that first and foremost; the offense will get better over time." Laurel replied, wearing a dark blue muscle tank that covered her up to her belly button and some black yoga paints with nylon designs on the side.
"It has, you've work really hard at this; then again you've always worked hard at whatever you do." Oliver mentioned with a smile.
"Well I had to you and Tommy were pretty lazy." Laurel answered with a coy smile.
"I think that's a enough practice for tonight, you should go home." Oliver said as he put his Escrima sticks back on the stand.
"No, I wanna keep going. I got too much energy right now and we both know your gonna to keep going tonight since she-who-must-not-be-named left." Laurel said putting her wooden tonfas down as she brought up Felicity she left Oliver and the team two months, while Oliver was burning the midnight oil more than usual.
"Fair Enough, come on there's a few holds I've been meaning to work on for awhile." Oliver said, as Laurel approached him.
"Okay, stand behind me." Oliver said, as Laurel got behind him. For the briefest of moments Oliver caught Laurel scent, despite their training for the last few hours, Laurel still smelled nice; like lavender he thought but he quickly pushed the thought out of his mind as he quickly put Laurel on the ground.
"So what was the point of that? Other than putting me on my ass." Laurel asked with a little anger and annoyance.
"The point is you figuring out how to stop me from putting you on the ground." Oliver said.
"Your not gonna give me a hint?" Laurel asked pouting her lips.
"Slade never gave a me hint, so no." Oliver replied with a chuckle. Laurel resumed the position, for the next couple of minutes, Laurel tried several different ways to get out of Oliver's hold. Each time she didn't she felt embarrassed that she didn't pick it up but eventually she did, the trick was relaxing her body to escape the hold. Once, she did that, Laurel managed to give Oliver a leg sweep that put him on the ground for a change.
"Nice." Oliver exclaimed.
"How long did it take you to figure out to get out of that hold?" Laurel asked confidently as she reached to help Oliver up.
Suddenly, instead of getting up, Oliver pulled Laurel to the ground with him and he put her into another hold this time locking her arm as he was behind her face down on the ground. "Not as long as it took me to learn this one." Oliver replied. But, suddenly Laurel turned the tables by escaping the hold by elbowing him in the temple, she was still on the ground but was in direct eye contact with him . "I actually I already knew this one." Laurel mentioned with slightly cheeky smile.
"And who did you learn that from? Oliver asked curiously.
"One of my numerous self-defense classes." Laurel replied with a chuckle and Oliver started to laugh a little as well. "It's nice to see you smiling again." Laurel said with that smile that Oliver once fell in love with, those cheeks and dimples.
"You've been helping me out with that." Oliver said.
Suddenly, Oliver and Laurel took a moment to figure out where they were positioned and fell silent. They hadn't been this close in ages. They could tell how sweaty they were from their sparring, Oliver could even feel himself aroused. Laurel was so close to Oliver she felt like she could hear his heartbeat it was still beating fast but it was starting to slow and she felt like it skipped a beat; her own heart felt the same way. Without thinking, Oliver passionately kissed Laurel. Laurel returned the kiss for a second but then pulled away, however, after brief second of looking at him she returned the kiss with equal passion as clasped his face with her hands.
As Oliver and Laurel continued kissing each other, they were using their feet to clumsy remove their shoes. Not parting his lips, Laurel's hand began to travel downwards on Oliver's body as she began feeling his muscular back she then reached for the edge of his shirt and quickly moving it up his body as Oliver broke from their kiss in get rid of it all together; once it was off he threw it aside to return to her mouth. His arms wrapped around her, Oliver and Laurel then got on their knees, slowly his kisses went from her mouth to her cheek and finally her neck; Laurel softly moaned. Laurel's immaculate legs were wrapped around his waist, Oliver lifted her up and began walking to the bunker's private quarter where he had been staying since he left his and Felicity's loft.
Just outside the entrance of the room, Laurel had unwrapped her legs and pressed him against the wall. Smiling as she took off her muscle tank leaving only a black sports bra which she just as quickly removed. Returning to kissing, Oliver turned Laurel against the wall and began moving his lips down her olive-skin/tanned body. Starting with her neck he then came down to her chest, her breasts were as shapely as he remembered; never too big or too small he thought. He placed his mouth on her nipple erect with arousal, slowly he began to suck on her. He acknowledged Laurel's other breast, groping it with his other hand; while at the same time rotating his tongue on her nipple while it was still in his mouth. As he listen to her softly moan, Oliver left her breasts and began working his way down her stomach towards her naval; Laurel had always been in good shape but since becoming Black Canary she became so fit and toned he thought. Laurel's hands were on her breasts, she was gently squeezing them especially when Oliver finally decided take off her pants which he did slowly as gazed at her incredible legs.
Her pants still around her ankles, Laurel could feel Oliver kissing her inner thigh, slowly moving his lips and his tongue ever closer to her crouch. Laurel noticed Oliver staring at her underwear he must of like them as he pulled black lace thong out of the way to begin working on her clit. Feeling his kisses and tongue, Laurel felt amazing as she leaned her head back against the wall and with one of her hands ran it through Oliver's hair and her other hand caressed her breast and squeezed her nipple between her fingers. As Oliver began moving his tongue faster, Laurel felt herself getting closer to edge and once she reached it she didn't want to stop. Grabbing Oliver's face she pulled him up to kiss him, as she was being playful with her tongue her hands went to his pants to unzip them and pull his manhood out and gasped as he entered her.
Already thrusting Laurel against the wall, Oliver lifted her legs to increase their sensations; their moaning, Laurel's in particular became higher when Oliver began kissing her neck in between his thrusts. After a couple moments, Oliver still intertwined with Laurel carried her to bunker's private quarter and laid her down on the military fold-a-bed; he cursed himself for not having a regular mattress for both of them or not keeping the old mattress he had at the previous bunker. As Laurel wrapped her legs and arms around Oliver, he grabbed the bed and continued moving and delivering powerful motions into her; gazing at her beautiful face as he was giving her pleasure. Because of Laurel's thong, Oliver could feel it rubbing him each time he pulled himself in and out of her; it was an intense sensation. Feeling himself coming, Oliver got on up on his knees to set on his bed with Laurel still laying down, he moved his hands downwards on her body til he grabbed her hips; moving harder and faster while trying to pull her into him further as Laurel ran her fingers down her body and then began rubbing her clit while he was thrusting until finally.
"Urgh, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh ... Ollie." Laurel said highly at first then lower to the end as Oliver collapsed on to her. Their bodies pressed against one another Oliver stared at Laurel as she stared at him.
"Laurel ... I." Oliver started to say as he was interrupted by Laurel's kiss. Laurel thought to herself she knew what this was but wanted it to last for as long as possible.
"Ollie, I don't wanna talk right now and right now I don't think you want to either." Laurel said, she flipped Oliver on he back and he responded by returning her kiss and moving his hands through her long hair. Laurel moved her mouth down to his neck, then his chest, and spent awhile on his abs; God she loved how cut he was there. Grabbing a hold of his shaft, Laurel gently began kissing it, gradually she began licking the tip while her fingers moved up and down. Laurel heard Oliver moan, as she increased her rhythm his moaning increased.
"Oh ... god Laurel." Oliver sighed as he moved his fingers through her long blonde hair.
Continuing to go down on him, Laurel stopped once Ollie was hard enough again. Removing her thong this time and getting on top of him, Laurel guiding him inside her. Placing her hands on his chest, Laurel began moving her hips back and forth. Oliver's hands moved across her thighs, to her hips, and finally her ass; her perfect ass which he squeezed as she continued to ride him. Wanting a small break after riding him for several minutes, Laurel leaned down and deeply kissed Oliver before returning to riding him back and forth on his manhood as she slowly began to rise up. Feeling the climax coming, Laurel placed her feet on the bed and began moving up and down on Oliver while grabbed her hips tightly and starting thrusting into her as she was jumping him. Oliver eventually got up and kissed Laurel, their motions moving harder and faster, their moaning becoming more fierce and till finally Oliver came in Laurel again.
Tightly, they had gripped each other's bodies soaking in the sensations of their orgasms. Eventually they collapsed on the bed once more, Laurel got off Oliver's length and simply laid on his body their arms wrapped around each other. They were exhausted from their sparing and then from their sex, Laurel knew what this was but she asked Oliver to do this for her anyway.
"Ollie, can you promise something?" Laurel asked in between her mildly heavily breathing.
"Anything." Oliver replied deeply.
"Be here in this bed when I wake up, you weren't the last time this happened so please." Laurel asked not wanting to feel cheap.
"I promise." Oliver stated as he and Laurel then gradually feel asleep.
Author's Notes: My first attempt at a sex story, don't be too harsh in your reviews. I wrote this because I always felt that Oliver and Laurel hooked up one last time before her death; if it was revealed in the show it wouldn't surprise me.
