Beloved
Time with her was precious to him. And he wouldn't waste the time using words to express how he felt. Instead, Oliver lowers his head into the curve of her spine and uses his tongue to write out the word "b-e-l-o-v-e-d" against her skin. "Oliver, that tickles! And what are you writing anyway?"

"That's for you to never find out," he said, grinning as he turns her back toward him, picking her up in his arms. Laurel had no choice but to jump up into his arms, her slender thighs wrapping around him at mid-torso as their lips met in a kiss filled with ardor and demand.

Backing her into the plaster-coated wall behind her that would soon be the interior of her new office, he let his head dip into her neck – effectively breaking off their previous kiss – and Laurel very nearly fell apart in his arms.

Every time he got like this, it was a whole new experience of drowning in pleasure-filled sensations while in his arms. Lifted higher against the plaster, Laurel itched to get closer to that aching release that only he could give her. "Oliver, I need you now. Can't wait," she murmurs, combing her fingers through his closely-cropped hair.

He lifted and lowered her, rubbing the hard arousal behind the seat of his pants against her heated core. "How much do you need me, Laurel?" His voice was gruff and hoarse as he spoke against the skin of her neck.

"Oh, I think you know, Oliver Queen, and if you don't stop teasing me, I will not – I repeat, will not – let you play Dungeons of Glory for a week," she ground out between her teeth as she grabs the back of his head, fusing their mouths together.

The vigilante grins, returning her kisses as he turns and lowers her onto the floor, which is covered with plastic but is ultimately the perfect setting for them nowadays. Hovering above her, Oliver easily unfastens the button and lowers the zipper of her suit dress. The soft rasp of it being lowered sends a shiver coursing along the base of her spine and shot heat straight between her thighs, ripping a gasp deep from within her chest. "Who's teasing who now?" he said, a smirk curling his lips.

"Are you going to continue undressing me or not?" she asked with a stern look on her face, which was aimed at him alone.

"You're just so damn eager to feel all of me, aren't you?" he whispers, a set of fingers trailing over the flesh hidden beneath the hose she wore on her long, long legs. Reaching up underneath, he pushes down on one of the clips he knew was attached to the garter belt she wore beneath her dress.

"Like you're not," she challenged right back at him.

Moving his hand to the second clip, he pushes on it as well before rolling the hose – one at a time – down her slim legs. "I think you could use some torture, don't you?"

"No. I don't. Teasing isn't very nice, Oliver Queen," she reminds him as she lifts her hip in order for the garter belt and then her underwear to be removed. Then her dress was gone, leaving her in nothing but the lace bra in a navy blue shade. A set of fingers drift up between her shoulder blades, the hooks soon loosened as the air around them once again give her goose bumps.

"It is to me," he said, grinning as he finally removed the last item of clothing left on her body while he still had all of his clothes on.

"I think someone has too many clothes on," she replied, pushing his shirt down and off his shoulders after unfastening the buttons. Then her hands dove for the button and zipper of his slacks, removing the khaki material, which left him a pair of tight black boxer-briefs.

The way her cheeks and most of her upper chest turned red with heat from the arousal she could feel from between her thighs was enough to prove to Oliver how much she wanted him and so he carefully pressed one finger into her moist folds. Laurel squirms between his oh-so-whisper soft touch, whimpering out a plea that sounded somewhere between "please, Oliver" and "oh, oh my".

"You are my beloved, Dinah Laurel Lance," he whispers to her as he sank another finger deep into her moist heat.

"And you're the whole heart of me," she whispers back, bucking her hips up against his fingers to get him to move the said fingers.

He obliged her silent demands by then moving and sinking himself deep into her without warning her ahead of time. The plastic beneath their rocking bodies rustled with each lunge of his hips buried deep with in her moist walls. With each movement of his hips, Laurel soared higher up into the stars and moaned involuntarily from deep within her chest.

She didn't want this moment between them to end, but knew it would have to soon.

Author's Note: A month later, I'm updating. I hope this one was just as good as the last one, you remember to read and review and most of all ENJOY the sexy part of Laurel and Oliver we all want to see on the show!