a/n: Wow. Sorry it took so long to post this thing. Have I said: Argh! Writing Babies? Because Argh! Still Writing Babies!
~ Some more baby stuff, and Tommy/Oliver smut. ~
aRRoW
—In Life
10: The Bib's Edge
Tommy groaned pitifully, kicking off his blanket like a tantruming child. He rolled from the bed in the dark, half-awake, and walked through the soft glow of the nightlight to the crib across the room against the wall, scrubbing his eyes. He reached into the crib and picked the wailing baby up with her blankie. He cradled her against his t-shirt clad chest, gently rocking her and hushing her, even as he backed up until he was at the bed again and sat on the edge.
The first two-weeks home had gone so smooth, the encounter with Malcolm before leaving the hospital was all but forgotten and put aside as he focused on adapting to being a parent.
As Tommy had predicted, there'd been a welcome home party, which was great:
The cold of mid-winter nipped at him, even the short distance it took to get from the hospital's back exit, to the waiting car. His fingers were already chilled and he immediately checked on Rebecca set between them in the backseat as the doors shut, closing them into the heated car. He pulled the blanket back and tucked in around her; somewhere from the room to the car, she'd dozed from her earlier cry, unaffected by the cold—which was just fine with both the fathers.
Tommy looked across at the Alpha. "Do you know how to hook it in?"
"Felicity showed me." Oliver pulled the middle belt from under the car seat, careful not to jolt the baby. But that seemed as far as he went.
Amusement lighted the Omega's blue-eyes, vanishing the last remnants of shadow from the unwanted encounter with his father. "And how long ago did she show you?"
Oliver looked over at him, his lips in a dour set of stubborn determination—and he looked just so damn cute. "This morning." Tommy tried to stifle the snigger. "Hey. This is more difficult than manually disarming a missile launcher the size of a truck under gunfire."
"That's oddly specific," he mused. He reached across the back of the seat and cupped the curve of the Alpha's neck under the collar of his coat, the pad of his thumb stroking the line. "But agreed, this is definitely not rocket science."
"Funny." He deadpanned, even as he relaxed under the man's touch.
"I thought so." He grinned. "And look... there's a diagram right here." With his free hand, the Omega lifted the side of the seat cover, revealing a instructional diagram on how to secure the car seat in the car.
"They definitely don't have that," Oliver agreed. After studying the diagram for a moment, he set to work, and in under five-minutes, the car seat was secure. He told the driver to go, as two more seatbelts clicked into place.
As they left Starling General's lot, they passed by the seemingly oblivious vultures that circled around the entrance of the hospital, talons hooked into cameras and microphones—a week after Oliver's survival, and a day after the announcement of parenthood for the both of them—but they were wheeling around a carcass they weren't going to find. Thank God for idiots.
Oliver sat back. "Maybe next time you should do it?"
"No way," his arm was still stretched across the back of the seat, the tips of his fingers brushing that hair at the nape of the Alpha's neck. They both needed some sort of contact right now. "I like watching you work."
He knew how to hook the car seat in himself, of course. As soon as he'd gotten the thing, like everything else—he practiced. He remembered him and Felicity spending an hour in the backseat of her car, wrestling and cursing with the thing, trying to get the seatbelt hooked around it properly (Oliver was definitely a quick study). He studied like he was back in collage—and yes, he ready did study back then—because when Rebecca finally came into the world, he wanted to know what he was doing. He wanted to walk instead of crawl, and later, his goal would definitely be to run.
"Besides," Tommy moved his hand from Oliver's neck, and took the man's hand, tangling their fingers together, resting them at Rebecca's feet, her facing towards the seat instead of outward like it was instructed to do when the pups were this young, "You always were good with your hands."
o—o
They arrived at the apartment building, the driver pulling up to the front door, so the dash from the car, into the lobby was even shorter than it was at the hospital.
Tommy grinned as he found Felicity waiting for them in the lobby.
"Give me, give me." She made grabby-hands at the car seat. Amusement flared in the Omega's eyes, but he passed her the car seat. She pulled the blanket back, and totally cooed at the sleeping baby. "Hey, there little pup."
"What about me?" Tommy questioned.
"Meh," she totally disregarded him. "You're old news now that our little genie is here."
"I didn't know you were such a meanie."
"Here, a consolation prize." And she put a Gold Star on his pouting lips.
"Okay," a grin split his lips, the Gold Star deciding it liked his upper lip better than his bottom. "You can have her for now, but I definitely want her back."
She raised her chin inquiringly, a serious(ly amused) look in her blue-eyes. "Another Gold Star won't change you mind?"
"Don't push your luck, Smoak."
They shared a quiet laugh and Oliver watched them in amusement as he pushed the elevator button. It was always nice to see Tommy happy, calm, and laughing, and Felicity brang that out of him most of the time. He knew they just shared friendship, but even just seeing them together for the last five-days, there was always that flare of jealously that lurked in that dark place the island created inside of him.
The elevator arrived and Oliver waited for them to step inside, before he followed. Tommy pressed the familiar button and they were ascending.
"You're not going to blindfold me again, are you?" he looked at her sidelong with a smirk, fingering the scarf around his neck. Somehow, she'd managed to hug the car seat to her chest, effectively hugging the baby in an indirect sort of way.
"Kinky, bit no." She eyed the scarf around his neck with a wrinkled nose. "If anything, that thing needs a wash—not you putting it over your eyes so that you can get an infection."
Now Oliver really did feel jealous, especially with the sexual implication tied in, but the elevator doors opened and they arrived at their floor.
Tommy paused at the apartmentdoor, stopping the others from going further. He took several deep, fast breathes. Readying himself like he was going to walk into a gulag and not a little welcome home party.
"It's not a shotgun on the other side of that door, you know." Felicity mused.
"Some things haven't changed." Oliver noted, looking at him.
Tommy looked over his shoulder, an innocent look on his face. "I've been gone for five-days, hello Mr. Three-Years-Absent—what do you think your welcome home party's going to be?"
Oliver stuck his tongue out at the Omega. "An intimate dinner amongst family and friends. Didn't I say some things haven't changed?" And Tommy got that look in his eye—
"Okay, alright you two." Felicity's tone was clearly that of a parent intervening before the children could really get into. "Can someone please open the door—if not for the sake of ripping the proverbial band aid off, than because this precious little baby strapped into this hunk of safety-plastic is starting to get heavy. Right along with popular belief, I am not as strong as I appear."
Tommy snorted and looked to his other side at the other blond, a calculating look in his blue-eyes. "I will for... five Gold Stars. Each day I was stuck in the hospital."
Felicity gasp. "Extortionist!"
"You know it." Tommy looked at her haughtily. "And he's going to be no help to you, either." He flicked his thumb at the Alpha. "He's with me."
Felicity looked at Oliver. The Alpha stared back and shrugged his shoulders. "He's my baby's daddy," with such a straight face that Tommy had to choke back his laugh and the Beta had to pause a moment herself. She wasn't going to be the one to break the game.
"Oliver!" she proclaimed dramatically, "I thought we were friends, five days of friendship means nothing to you?"
"Give it up, babe. You have no friends here." Tommy leered.
Felicity glowered back. "You win this time, Mr. Flowers—" Oliver made a strangled sound in the back of his throat "—but you won't be so lucky next time."
"Oh, Ms. Goodbodem," he cooed. "You say that every time." He reached for the knob, but before he could grasp it, the door was yanked open, and standing in the doorway, was a glowering Abercrombie Beta.
"Will you stop with the weird sex-games already? We can hear everything in here, you know?"
"Roy, you ruined it!" Thea growled from inside the apartment.
"Please!" he rolled his eyes over his shoulder at the teen. "Like you wanted to listen to that any more than I did?"
"Just shut the door and let them come in!" she ordered him. "It's supposed to be a surprise."
"I feel like this is a cruel and unusual punishment." He muttered.
The threesome outside the door stared at him with complete and utter amusement at the abuse.
"Harper! I swear to God! What have I told you?"
Roy let out a heavy groan and ran a hand through his short spiky hair. "If I don't do this, she really will come over here and kick me in the balls. So I am shutting this door (in your faces) and backing away..." he slowly closed the door in a half-way contrite ambiance.
The three of them all shared looks and a round of quiet snickers, before Tommy opened the door as first intended, and they shuffled in from the hall.
"Not-really-a-surprise-anymore-but-we're-doing-this-because-it's-completely-neccessary-so—Surprise!" Thea whooped at their entry, her arms raised up, a homemade banner hanging over her head. Because while she was a rich teenager, she was still a teenager (and it was built in their blood to make their own banners or something).
Felicity set the car seat down carefully, shaking out her arms. She and Oliver both started to strip from their coats, but Tommy was left staring at the banner above Thea's grinning head:
# Welcome home, Daddyies! #
Tommy stared at the handmade banner and made a sound in the back of his throat as tears pricked the corner of his eyes. Emotion just swelled up in him and he swallowed down the emotional lump. He knew that he was a father now, but somehow, seeing it written down in tangible, bold letters—it made him want to cry. 'Daddies,' that was him and Oliver.
"Thanks, guys." His voice came out a little chocked, and if they noticed that was fine with the Omega, because he got a group hug out of it.
Tommy craved affection, physical contact—physical intimacy of varying proportions. It was sort of an Omega thing, but he was sure it was just a mostly-him thing. After his mother had been killed, it was true, the father that he had known died along with her, and he was left with the bastard he was today. After he'd come into his dynamic, Malcolm's reaction towards it, Tommy had been hit with a crash of reality. The only time Malcolm showed his 'affection' was through abuse and emotional manipulation. And then Tommy had met Oliver. The young Alpha was his Saving Grace—he didn't care how sappy or corny it sounded—it was the truth. Oliver was his best-friend in life, his blood-brother, his soul-brother. Their relationship had always been very physical from the get-go, even when there was nothing sexual about it like there was now. Tommy was attention starved and Oliver was more than happy to give it to him, maybe because he needed it himself too. It was of complete trust. The Omega could count those that he felt he had that kind of trust, connection, and affection for, on one hand. Oliver, Felicity, Thea, and Roy. Years before, he couldn't have said the same.
Rebecca woke up and started to cry, officially breaking up the epic group hug, but then he got to cuddle her so that more than made up for it. ~
Most of what had stressed him in the hospital were no longer issues, they'd been dealt with. Now all he had to do was focus on taking care of Rebecca.
Their days consisted mostly of feeding, burping, sleeping, diaper-changes, and bathing. It was fantastically monotonous and boring and predictable. He got to sleep and wasn't stuck in a bed all day unless he wanted it that way, no more hospital-food, taking his own showers. He wasn't being watched twenty-four-seven like at the hospital.
Thea had to go back to school with Christmas break over, Felicity was now running the IT Department at Queen Consolidated (it was at least a little step up to what she was truly worth), Oliver was trying to integrate himself back into society's life or "re-domesticating the wild-animal" as he put it when it was just the two of them.
Tommy's bed was a lonely occupation, not like he had time for doing anything else in it other than sleep. Oliver spent his nights at the Queen Mansion, and usually spent most of his days at the Smoak-Merlyn apartment, if he wasn't busy trying to get his life back on track, but he did visit everyday.
As Oliver had predicted, Moira had set up and welcome home dinner for him at the mansion, and as much as Tommy had wanted to go, he didn't want to take Rebecca from the 'nest' so soon just after they got home from the hospital. But Oliver swore to him that he could handle it, meeting Walter Steele, the Omega that Moira was courting. [Of course, Oliver was glad that Moira had found someone after Robert, and what he had said to her in the hospital still stood true, but now that he was out of the hospital, that his sole attention wasn't focused on Tommy and Rebecca and dealing the with the press—he was forced to realize just how exactly raw those feelings with Robert still were (would always be, probably), now that he'd been pushed back out into reality and not in the little bubble with Tommy. But he was working on it].
Tommy didn't even think that the Alpha had truly slept the five-days in the hospital. Oliver was still stuck in the mode of sleeping-with-one-eye-open, something that he had to adopt quickly on the island and something that stayed with him in his time in Hong Kong; now back in Starling, the old-new environment, it was ingrained in him, despite no obvious danger. It wasn't something that he could easily abandoned, not this early on at least.
And the none-existent sex... Oliver's whispers of soon would sometimes catch the Omegas unawares and give him a shiver of anticipation of the future event. But he knew that it wasn't going to happen any time right now. It was still too early for them both. Oliver was too wired, Tommy too exhausted, and they were both too preoccupied. Besides, though Tommy did desire Oliver with every fibre of himself, though he craved every touch and to be touched, to have the Alpha's rough voice simply reverberate through him; he didn't quite have the sexual drive for it. His hormones were still off-kilter and he didn't think that they would be back to normal until he at least stopped breastfeeding Rebecca Meghan.
It was the pup's newborn pheromones, the fabled baby-scent, that dulled the Omega's natural sex-drive, and bid him focus on the care of his child. Not that he wouldn't have been just as attentive without it, it was just a natural, survival instinct phenomenon with all pups, no matter what dynamic they came into with puberty.
But Tommy had come to realize, now at the end of the third week, that all that cute, quiet, innocent sleeping was just her charging up for this, the infamous (every parents' dread), the third-week startling line for the colic epidemic.
It was mentioned in every baby book that he'd read throughout the pregnancy. And it never came up again until one day, she just started crying and didn't seem to be able to stop, whether she wanted to or not. It wasn't consistent, but it felt like it was damn near it. The only pauses came in short bouts usually when she was sleeping or feeding, other than that, all bets were usually off. Because, usually, it was only minutes after his nipple was out of her mouth that it would start up again. Rebecca was colic. The doctor had told him that most pups went through it in their babyhoods, and there was nothing that could really be done but to wait for the phase to pass, and just comfort Rebecca as much as he could through it.
It ate away at him every time she cried. It always felt like he was never doing enough. The first time he mentioned it to Felicity, she showed him sympathy and understanding because she tried to ease Rebecca too and help unburden Tommy. But the next time he mentioned it, and said he was a bad parent, she'd smacked him upside the head and the next thing he knew, there was a mini-intervention going on in the living room with a party of three (him, her, and Ollie) and they pretty much set him straight on the matter. And though he did know that he was doing everything he could for the baby, it didn't stop the guilt (he could always see the same shinning through the pairs blue-eyes when it was their turn to comfort Rebecca.
The crib had been moved from the baby room to his since his first day's return. He was just too anxious ridden at the moment to have her sleeping in another room. When she was a bit older, he knew he would have to return it to her room and let her sleep on her own, but as a new parent, it was just too early for him.
The only time her baby room was used, was usually changing her diaper and dressing her on the changing table. Nothing else was out of place, it was like a museum display of a baby room.
But now, it was all that much more convenient. To have her just a few steps away, he could get to her immediately, especially during the night, like now.
Tommy continued to hush in her in gentle soothing tones, even if she couldn't understand him yet, she could take comfort from his voice. He gently rocked and rubbed her back, until finally, she'd settled down enough that she wasn't squirming in his arms like a mini Tasmanian devil. He took advantage and placed her on her back with her blankie at the center of his bed.
In record time, he had a barrier of pillows made on the opposite side of the bed, and quick action had the mobile pulled from the wall, and the plastic suction cup at the end of the handle stuck to his headboard, to dangle above their heads.
He laid on his side, opposite the pillows with Rebecca in-between. He curled around the babe, who'd started up again. He gently rubbed her round little tummy, gently rocking her, as he turned on the mobile. He nuzzled the crown of her head before he placed a kiss there, and begin to gently hum along with the music to the mobile.
It was half-an-hour later that Rebecca's crying had died down to sniffles, hiccups, and grunts. He didn't close his eyes until he knew she was asleep.
It was nights like these that his bed wasn't such a lonely place.
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It was coming upon three-months later, and it was quiet. It was almost like Heaven opening up and God answering his prayer. Over the last few days, the quiet had been lasting longer, but Rebecca hadn't cried all afternoon (except for when Tommy had dropped a cup in the kitchen and the noise had scared her, but she had been easily resettled; that was the first sign). Tommy was exhausted, more so than when he was in the hospital, post-birth. The near three-month-long of interrupted sleep, lack of sleep, the stress, fear; the fact that Rebecca had never been from his sight but for the bathroom, (record-breaking) showers, and whatever hours of sleep he'd stolen; or even when it was Oliver or Felicity or Thea comforting the babe, he still couldn't bear to be away with her plaintive cries of aching, even if he hadn't been the one holding her or soothing her. It always tore at his heart.
But that cry this morning definitely had a different tone to it. She was quiet with him all afternoon, and when Felicity came home from work that night and offered to watch Rebecca so he could go do something by himself, for himself, he felt a little guilty at low groan that answered the Beta.
"Uh-huh," she chuckled. "Get out of here." She waved him away with a flick of her hand, before it was back at Rebecca's back.
But by 'getting out of there', he only went as far as the bathroom. Though it was true he hadn't even been outside since he came back from the hospital, he wasn't tempted right now to do it. He didn't want to be far from Rebecca, and it was almost April and still nippy and cold outside.
He filled the tub with hot water, and even put in a light daub of Felicity scented bubbles. He stripped and stepped into the water, lowering himself into the warmth and bubbles with a low moan. He laid back against the cold porcelain that quickly warmed with his skin, letting out a long breath and closed his eyes.
o—o
"Mm," Tommy sighed at the pleasant sensation of rough calluses rubbing through his chest hair. He sunk a little lower into the warm, bubbly water.
He was in an exhausted-doze-space, where his stray fantasies snuck into his exhausted mind, and it was a little difficult to discern dream from reality. It'd been a while since he'd had a waking-dream, but he didn't try and fight it, it felt too nice.
His head rolled on a limp neck, following the hand that carded through his hair. It had been getting a little long around the ears, and his bangs had really started to flop into his eyes lately, but he really loved the feel of Oliver's fingers in his hair.
The hand on his chest wasn't stationary. It slowly worked its way downward, rubbing. Fingers brushed the edge of his nipples, making him gasp lightly and arch a little, but no further attention was paid to them. They had been sensitive when he got pregnant, but it was a whole different thing now that Rebecca was born and he was breastfeeding. Of course, as a man, even an Omega, though he could breastfeed, his pecks were not boobs. And yes, while they were swollen and engorged with milk, they could still just barely be consisted an A-cup. He didn't wear a bra. He was not a woman. Despite the fact that he could get pregnant, that he could breastfeed—he was not a woman! no matter what those Alphas 'informed' him what his 'kind' were like.
The hand delved below the bubbles and waterline, the touch feather-light. It was an edge of ticklish and intimate as it skimmed down his ribs. Blunted nails lightly scarped in the opposite way of the 'natural grain' of his happy trail, giving his an almost prickly feeling. His breath stuttered a little. He wanted to arch into the touch, he wanted to thrust—
Fingertips brushed against the recent and still sensitive scar the length of his pelvis and the shock of the unexpected touch had him jolting. He flailed a little, splashing water. His eyes snapped open, but his vision was blurry and being unable to focus on anything didn't really help. It was almost like a bucket of cold water thrown into his face when he was least expecting it.
"Hey, hey. Tommy. It's Oliver. You're okay, you're okay!"
Oliver managed to clasp Tommy's grasping hand, holding firm. It seemed to ground the startled Omega, the calluses from his dream were a reality.
"Ollie, you're here."
Oliver nodded. "I came by and Felicity said that you were in here. I called and when you didn't answer, I came in. When I saw you, I couldn't help myself." He admitted. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, no." He cleared his throat and shook the remaining cobwebs from his brain. "I was half-in and half-out of it, and when you touched my scar, it just startled me."
"Sorry." Oliver petted the wet tips at the nape of his neck. "Does it hurt?"
"Not in the sense that you're referring," he relaxed back against the tub, squeezing the Alpha's hand still in his. "Sometimes it feels tight, or I kind of get an ache inside. But it pretty sensitive to touch, sometimes I have to watch what I wear 'cause it rubs against it. But it's not like I've been touching it either, so its still rather hyper-aware of touch."
Oliver knew what he meant. Even years later, some of his first scars were still felt. But the burn-scars were the worst. "Tommy..." he had that self-blame, guilty tone going on.
Tommy gave him a small smile. "Trust me, this is definitely better than if Rebecca had come out the natural way. Can you even imagine?" he shuddered at the thought. It was common practice nowadays for male Omegas to get a C-Section, as opposed to a natural birth; just like mothers who would requested a C-Section even when it wasn't medically necessary. The perk of the Modern Era, why not take advantage? "Really, I was not having it, just ask Felicity. My ass is made for more pleasurable things than that," he winked suggestively at the now smirking Alpha, "if you catch my drift."
He gave a small chuckle. "It couldn't get any clearer if you spelled it out."
Tommy leaned forward towards him, and laid an arm across the edge of the tub, his chin on his arm as he watched the Alpha crouched next to the tub. "So," he mused. "Why are you still you there, dressed and dry? You should totally be in here with me."
Though Oliver seemed to like the thought, he eyed the tub dubiously.
"You'll fit, come on." He playful flicked him with water from his hand out of view. Oliver raised a brow at him: Really? it said. Tommy smirked. "The only way to punish me is to strip naked and get in here with me."
"How so?" Oliver wondered, torturously.
"Come on," Tommy whispered. "Do a guy a favour." He grasped a handful of Oliver's tee near the collar with wet fingers and pulled the Alpha the short distance that remained between them, bringing their lips together. Oliver didn't resist, in fact, as soon as the Omega's lips touched his it was like a switch was flicked and he hungrily kissed the dark-haired man back.
Tommy opened up to his with a gasp of breath, and Oliver's tongue darted into his mouth immediately, licking him. The Omega's grasp on his shirt tightened as he pulled, almost like he wanted to tug the Alpha straight into his mouth. Oliver gripped the edge of the tub, the other shoved into Tommy's hair at the back of his head, above his nape, tugging the hair and directing the Omega's head at a better angle to somehow deepen the kiss (any deeper and Tommy was sure Oliver would be licking his tonsils).
Water splashed at the Alpha's elbow, he could feel the water soak into the edge of his short sleeve and other parts of the material. He gave a little growl as he was finally forced to break the kiss, nibbling at Tommy's swollen bottom lip as he pulled slightly away. Their foreheads pressed together, panting into each others mouths as they caught their breaths.
Tommy smiled as their eyes met, and Oliver finally registered the true position that he was in. The hard edge of the tub was in his stomach, the hand that wasn't in Tommy's hair, was gripping the edge at the head of the tub. He was hanging halfway over the tub with Tommy nearly fully submerged on his side, but for the hand that still gripped his shirt, his left shoulder and head, his other arm supporting him from under the water.
"I can get you in here with or without clothes, Ollie," Tommy murmured against his lips. "Player's choice." He nipped at his bottom lip. Oliver gave his hair a tug in response and the Omega gasped a little, arousal and desire clear in his eyes.
Oliver pushed away from the tub, yanking his wet tee over his head and dropping it on the floor and reached for his jeans. Tommy sat up in the water and watching as Oliver stripped the rest of the way, he pulled the plug at the drain, draining some of the cooling water away, and turning on the tap, filling the new space with hot water.
He gazed at the naked Alpha appreciatively. He hadn't seen Oliver naked since Hong Kong, and because of the circumstance and situation, he didn't have the time or the mind to truly appreciate it.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. He reached out with dripping fingers, and traced them lightly down the man's ribs.
"Tommy..." Oliver started to shake his head.
Tommy grabbed his hand. "Stop that, Oliver. You are. Always." He shifted onto his knees and took the Alpha's other hand, pulling him closer. Oliver came almost reluctantly, not meeting his eyes (almost just like back in Hong Kong). "How many times could I have lost you, I'll never know." He uttered, looking up at the man. With Fear. Love. "But these marks, these scars?" his fingertips ghosted over the almost check-shaped scar on his abdomen, "These show how many times you've defied death to come back here—to come back to me."
Oliver finally met his gaze. "You're the beautiful one, Tommy."
Tommy snorted. "Have you seen me lately? I'm fucking disgusting," he flashed a grin at the blond, but there was insecurity in the shadows of his eyes. "Have you seen my hair? I don't think it's ever heard of a brush. I can't remember the last time I shaved; I practically have a beard. I have let myself go; I'm fat now. None of my clothes fit. I'm stuck in fucking pregnancy clothes and a fucking muumuu. A muumuu, Oliver! I can't remember the last time I wore jeans. I'm like a fucking beached-whale in this tub!"
"You could be as fat as the Elephant Man and you'd still be beautiful." Oliver insisted.
Tommy made a face. "Thanks, I feel much better now." He retorted sarcastically, and started to pull away before Oliver tightened his return hold, stopping him.
"That's not—" he shook his head in frustration. "No matter how many people I saved or might save, what you did..." he shook his head as if he didn't have the words, "You carried and protected our child for nine-months. You brought her into the world, healthy. That was you. Fuck, I've never seen you look more beautiful than you do right now." Tommy snorted at that. "I'm serious, Tommy. Being a father suits you. I've never seen you so happy in your life. When you're with Rebecca, the two of you... I wonder what I did to deserve such wonderful, beautiful things. But, God, Tommy," he caressed his cheek, almost roughly in his passion, "It makes me want to put a million pups inside you."
"I think a million is a little excessive," he deadpanned. "But I'm not against having a few more kids—especially now that you're actually here."
"I'm not going anywhere," he said vehemently.
"Then get the fuck in here, before I come out there." Tommy growled. "You can't say shit like that to a guy and leave him hanging, not when I've seen the goods (literally hanging right in my face right now) and like what I see."
It was nice that they had a bath the size that could actually fit two men (not small by any means); at Felicity's old apartment, the Beta just managed to be able to give it ago, never mind the pregnant Omega. Of course, the baths at the Queen Mansion could be considered public swimming pools of their own accord.
It was just the right kind of crowded. It was cuddle-crowded.
"Mm." Tommy rested his back against Oliver's strong chest, one of his muscled arms lay across his haired chest, the other was propped up on the edge of the tub and playing with his hair.
"This is the first time that it's just been the two of us since I got back," Oliver realized quietly.
"Well, things have been pretty hectic." Tommy agreed, his hand rubbing up and down Oliver's thigh under the water, occasionally pausing to gently pull a hair or two before continuing on, his eyes closed. "I've had Rebecca in my sights near constantly for the last three-month. And you've been splitting your time between here, Queen Mansion, and reacquainting yourself with civilisation. It's not much of a surprise."
"Maybe," he murmured. "But it sure is a loss."
"Then don't waste the moment to make up for it," he challenged.
"Oh, I won't." The blond hummed.
And Tommy gasped a moment later as Oliver's hand brushed over his chest, before he gently caressed his swollen peck, drawing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nipple.
"Ah," a second swipe made him arch lightly at another turn as Oliver nibbled his ear. But Tommy quickly swatted his hand away.
Oliver made a sound of protest. "What?"
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to start squirting breast milk." Tommy told him with mirth.
"Huh." He uttered to himself thoughtfully. "Wouldn't want to waste that." But he conceded Tommy's advice and left his nipples alone.
His hand stroked down his stomach, careful to avoid the C-Section scar. His hand stilled at the Omega's hip, his finger petting the sensitive crease of his thigh at his groin. Oliver nuzzled the side of his head and Tommy cocked his head. Oliver's lips found the Bonding Gland on the side of him neck, swiping it with his tongue, before he started to kiss and suck it. Tommy shivered lightly, a little groan in the back of his throat as Oliver worked to mark him, but not bite him.
A sharp inhale of breath signalled Oliver's rough calloused hand wrapping around his cock, slowly pumping the soft flesh. His hand clenched Oliver's thigh as he pushed back against the Alpha, even as his thrusted his hips into Oliver's hand.
Oliver drew his teeth along the newly marked flesh, nipping his delicate flesh before he rose his head. "Like that?" he nibbled Tommy's earlobe.
"Fuck," he cursed quietly. Even as he could feel the arousal in the pit of his stomach, a warm flutter, he knew that he wasn't going to get any harder than half. Fuck, and he finally had Oliver alone and naked. But he wasn't going to let the post-pregnancy hormones screw him over.
"Tommy?" Oliver asked when the Omega grasped his wrist, stopping his strokes.
"I have a better idea," Tommy told him, somehow twisting around in the tub between the Alpha's legs, with minimal water-splashing. He reached into the water and dissipating bubbles, his fingers brushing up Oliver's thigh before he grasped the generous half-hard cock. Hopefully, the blond hadn't noticed his own inability to get it fully up.
Oliver's cock quickly hardened in his hand as he stroked it. It was hot and thick in his palm, the blood that filled it, ran hotter than the water that surrounded it. It was an interesting feeling.
"God, Ollie," Tommy whispered, leaning forward and kissing his scar-covered chest. "I almost forgot how big you are."
Oliver only grunted in response. Tommy's other hand reached for the man's ball's. Oliver tried to open his legs wider, but the walls of the tub prevented him from getting far. Tommy chuckled, his tongue briefly swirling around the blond's nipple, he tugged at it succinctly before he pulled back and looked at the Alpha.
"Ngh."
"I want to taste you, Ollie." Tommy whispered to him, almost begged and Oliver groaned from just that. "I want you on my tongue." He squeezed his cock.
"Fuck, Tommy."
Tommy smirked. "I don't have gills, buddy." He reminded.
A minute later, after some splashing and shifting, Oliver found himself propped up on the slopping head of the tub, with Tommy still in the water, between his legs. His hard cock bobbed between them like a tantalizing bobber fishing for bait. Tendrils of water poured off the sleek, muscled thighs. Tommy all-but surged forward, the tip of his tongue out and scooping up the drop of pre-cum that had instantly beaded at the Alpha's slit. Alpha sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, his hands clenching the edge of the tub.
Tommy gave him a grin and grasped the man's cock just above the spongy base where his Knot inflated during Alpha's Rut or balls-deep in a Omega in Heat, and held the stiff limb steady as he enveloped the weeping head with his lips. Oliver gasped, his hips wanting to thrust, but he controlled the instinct.
Tommy's delved the cock further into his mouth, pumping his head. Oliver emitted a little growl of arousal at the sensation and the sight of Tommy on his cock. His hand pumped at the base, giving in with a cork-screw twist.
His first tastes were faintly of the bubbles from the bathwater, but were quickly overtaken by the Alpha's natural taste. To Tommy, Oliver's scent was honey and black pepper, but that was not what he tasted like. The scent lingered on the background of the taste that could only ever and always be Oliver. He moaned at the taste, causing Oliver to groan at the sensation.
Tommy released his cock long enough to dip him head and take a lonely ball into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. He wanted to taste every secret little part that had been hidden from him his entire life. Oliver groaned. The Omega continued to stroke his cock with his hand, the tip bumping into his ear. He did the same to the other ball, before releasing them to briefly catch his breath. But he wasn't idle. He groaned lightly, nuzzling the hanging sack, burring his nose in the slightly darker blond pubes and Scenting. Lovingly drawing in the sweet, musky scent of Oliver as he continued to pump his cock.
Oliver was gasping lightly. He needed something real to hold onto, to ground him. He carded one hand into the thick dark locks of the Omega, his arm moving with the pumping of the man's head over his cock. His head falling briefly back, he moaned quietly at the wonder of Tommy Merlyn's tongue.
Tommy licked the crease between sac and back of the cock, making Oliver bite his lips at the first-time sensation, before he sucked, licked, and slurped his way along with thick vein on the underside of his erect penis to the purple-ish leaking head. Tommy sucked on the tip, making Ollie gasp and clench, before he sunk down further.
Oliver had a lot of time to fantasize over the last few years: when falling into a true sleep in the island could mean his death, be it by a wild animal or one of Fryers' men coming upon him, when the game was stuck at always have at least one eye open; when he wasn't laying awake a night, plagued by the blood on his hands and the darkness smudging his soul; doing shady work for a secret government even more shady than the C.I.A.; or collapsed into darkness from shear exhaustion.
But they were there, washing through the cracks... of what he'd say to the Omega if he finally made it back home, the things that he'd do different, the mistakes that he wouldn't make again. He loved Laurel, he really did, just as he had loved Sara, but he did that too, but they were not the loves of his life. The love of his life was the man that never gave up on him, even when everyone in the world did the same.
And when Tommy managed to track him down (with the help of a blond Beta's magic fingers), it gave him a rich base on those fantasies, it gave him a perspective of what his future could hold, and of what exactly he was going to get his hands on. Oliver just never expected it to be this. To come home to Tommy, their daughter—and an incredible blowjob. All he could have hoped to do was try and fulfil Robert's last wish. But this homecoming exceeded all else.
The coil of orgasm was building so tightly inside of him, that the Alpha felt like to snap. He'd never experienced a blowjob like Tommy was giving him now. It was like the Omega wanted to pump him for everything he had, and the Alpha would just as soon as give it to him—but he wanted to hold on for just a little bit longer. This was the most self-control he'd had in his entire life, and Tommy was absolutely testing him with those blue-eyes looking up at him through dark lashes, his cock sliding between those beautiful lips...
Tommy's other hand gripped the top of his knee, but it didn't stay there for long. His traced the tight muscles on the inside of his thigh and down to his balls. He caressed and massaged them, but a finger strayed purposefully and stroked that smooth blank of flesh that lay between balls and asshole.
Oliver tightened his hold in his hair nearly painfully, as he cried out Tommy's name, his orgasm breaking free from the cage that he'd forced it into. His hips jutted forward without control, his eyes almost rolled back—but Tommy didn't jerk away. He leaned into the motion, taking Oliver's head at the back of his throat as the Alpha finally came.
He said he wanted to taste Oliver, and he'd meant it. So he drank. His eyes watered as he fought the urge of pull away, gasp for breath, to cough. But he pushed through it. Oliver washed over his palate, coating his taste buds. Salty and warmth washed down the back of his throat, flooding his chest almost like a hot glass of cocoa.
Oliver shuddered at the end of his release, sitting back against the edge. Tommy's shoulders heaved as he gasped for breath, licking and wiping his mouth, as he swallowed continuously against his excessively watering mouth—his mouth flooded with the taste of Oliver every time.
Oliver was shaky on the edge of the tub, and Tommy felt as satisfied as if he'd come himself. The feel of Oliver orgasming across his tongue, the feeling of the Alpha's bodily release into his own... Tommy felt the phantom orgasm in himself.
Tommy pushed himself back so he was back amongst the taps on the other side of the tub, and Oliver slid back into the water himself with a splash, shaky limbed after his orgasm. They stared across at each other as they came down, their legs tangled between them.
"How you doing over there, buddy?" Tommy asked. He took a handful of lukewarm bath water and splashed it on the lower-half of his face, wiping the water from his mouth and chin with his hand, flicking it away.
"I'm sure you can taste exactly how I'm doing over here."
"Mm-hm." Tommy smirked. He rose his leg and ran his foot along Oliver's muscled thigh. Oliver watched him with squinty eyes as the Omega cocked his head lightly. His foot rose from the water, dripping.
"And what exactly do you plan on doing with that?" Oliver questioned.
Tommy bite his lip. "Give it a second." And much to the Alpha's surprise, flicked his nipple with his big toe.
Oliver grabbed the man's ankle with a little growl. "That... was a twisted case of intriguing and disturbing, Merlyn."
Tommy snickered. "I was feeling playful." Oliver sighed and lowered the man's foot into his lap under the water, and started to rub said foot. "Oh," Tommy uttered a groan. "That's nice."
"It's because you didn't come, did you?" Oliver watched him carefully.
"Oh, you noticed that, huh?" Tommy gave him a guilty look, even as he somehow slumped further in the tub with Oliver's ministrations. "It nothing to do with how I feel about you, trust me. It's the whole post-pregnancy mother-instinct hormone-thing. I've read about it. The carrier of the child (i.e. myself) with go all protective-survival on their child, from six-months up to a year. There's no interest in reproducing (i.e. no Heat), so it's at least six-months in general before there's sexual completion for said party."
"Wow, Tommy. That..."
"Sucks?" Tommy replied, surprisingly G-Rated in his supply. He shrugged. "Sure. But I don't really mind. I mean, I was frustrated a bit ago about it—but then I got to suck you're balls." He grinned. "That was nice. I've been wanting to do that for a while now, trust me." He snickered to himself; it was totally on his secret Oliver + Sex Bucket List. But now, Oliver was the one giving him guilty flashes. Tommy sighed and smiled at him softly, his voice just the same, "I love you, Oliver, and I love our daughter. I wouldn't change that just so I could come."
Tommy blinked in surprise as a moment later, Oliver surged forward lethally, hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him forward and crushing their lips together. Water sloshed and splashed; by now, he was sure there was more flooding the floor than there was actually in the tub.
Their pelvises fitted together, and Tommy could feel electricity through his scar as Oliver warmth covered him. He could already feel the Alpha starting to get hard again.
Oliver devoured his mouth like his tongue was a penis, and Tommy's mouth was a puckered hole. But that would have to come later. They rutted against each other, desperate, grasping. Oliver was fully erect, Tommy still only half. But Tommy could feel it, like a caress and curl of aroused fingers inside of him. Stroking his insides to a pleasant buzz, curling tighter. He gasped and panted and moaned into the blond's mouth.
It was fast. Fuck. Coming over him like a sweeping tidal wave.
He cried out, loudly, surprised, wracked with climax; his body tensed like a shock of lightening struck through him (in a somehow pleasurable way). His fingers clawed into Oliver's back, arching into the Alpha. Oliver gave his own cry, spilling warmly and wetly against the Omega and into the water, holding the other man close.
Tommy finally slumped back down into the tub, panting, Oliver close at hand in the same state. It took a moment for Tommy to realize exactly what had just occurred—He'd reached orgasm without ejaculation. He didn't even think that was possible. Maybe for a woman, but definitely not for a man. But than again, he was 'uterus-clad.'
Oliver leaned up on his arms and looked at the Omega in utter amazement. "Did you... just orgasm?"
"Y-yeah. I think." Tommy stammered. "I mean, is-is that a thing?"
He chuckled. "Isn't that, like, Tantrism?"
"No fucking idea." Tommy admitted. "You're the Sex God. But it felt incredible, whatever it was."
"I'll bet." Oliver kissed him.
Tommy chucked him under his scruffy chin in amusement. "I guess your hotness was too hard to resist."
Oliver grinned sappily. "I try my best."
Tommy smiled and raised his dripping hands, dancing his fingers across the Alpha's beaming face. "Can we get out now? I'm more prune-y than human right now."
Oliver stole a last peck before he pulled away from the Omega and stood up in a single motion, bath water cascading down his lethal and fit form as he rose from the water like a very sexy Poseidon. He reached down for Tommy, grasping the man's hands and easily pulled the Omega to his feet. They stepped from the tub onto the mat and may have dried each other off before they tended to other things, like the mini sea on the bathroom floor.
Tommy threw a towel onto the wet floor and stepped on it, shuffling around the floor and mopping up the escaped water—naked. Draining and rinsing the tub, Oliver watched him over his shoulder, snickering.
Tommy smirked at him. "Thought you might like that." And clapped the Alpha soundly on the ass as he passed.
Oliver straightened. "That last bit wasn't too bad either."
He just gave the Alpha a coy smile and wink. Oliver picked up his discarded clothes from the floor (mostly dry at least) and redressed. Tommy simply left his clothes on the floor and took up a clean towel, wrapping it around his waist.
They found Felicity in the living room, lounging on the couch with the television on, volume low. She gave them a knowing and amused look; Tommy with a towel wrapped around his waist and Oliver with a wet splotched shirt.
Tommy looked back at her defiantly. "Like you wouldn't."
She looked at Oliver, who couldn't quite meet her piercing blue-gaze, suddenly prude of all things. She smirked. "Maybe in an alternate universe."
"Right." Tommy snorted. "You and Oliver get together, I'm with Laurel—and for shits and giggles Thea and Roy have a secret thing going."
"What?" Oliver growled. That seemed to have snapped him out of it. "I don't think so!"
"That's what you're protesting?" Tommy looked at him, his arms crossed over his chest, a dark brow raised. "Thea and Roy?"
"She's just a kid, Tommy!" Oliver protested. "She shouldn't be dating. She should focus on school, not boys! Older boys."
"Oh. Hello, dad." Felicity waved at him. Oliver blinked at her and Tommy tried to hide his smile.
"She seventeen," Tommy reminded him, squeezing his shoulder. "Remember what we were like at seventeen?" Oliver shuddered and looked at him in horror. "Luckily, Speedy's nothing like us. You don't have to worry about her."
"She's my little sister," Oliver said. "And a Queen. There's absolutely everything to worry about."
"Well, now you have a daughter who's half-Queen half-Merlyn," Felicity mused helpfully, "that'll keep you worried enough for the next hundred-years."
"Felicity!" Tommy protested as she smiled at him. But then he stopped, because realisation just hit, "Where exactly is our daughter?" Oliver visibly tensed as he looked at her, too.
"Calm down." She told them. "She's in her crib. Nothing as exciting happened out here as it did in the bathroom—which I hope I'm not going to find any surprises next I go in there. I swear, Merlyn—I better not find any man-juice or I—"
"Nope." Tommy smirked devilishly and licked the corner of his mouth in a very lasciviously pointed and suggestive manner.
"No-oo!" she cried out in horror. "My innocence—gone."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Tommy chuckled and rolled his eyes at the blond. "Like you haven't swallowed a little come in your time." Both blonds made chocking sounds. "Really?" he raised a dark incredulous brow at them. He shook his head sadly. "Are you sure this isn't the alternate universe where everyone's a prude and I'm the sex-deviant?" He sighed. "I'm going to check on Rebecca and put some clothes on, before the two of you have unsanctioned heart attacks." Tommy parted with indignant flourish, turning on a naked heel and sashaying back down the hall to his bedroom, disappearing inside and leaving the two blonds alone.
"How are you, Oliver?" Felicity asked him sincerely after looking at him in profile.
Oliver turned his gaze from following the Omega's exit, to the Beta on the couch, his blond brow raised minuscule-y. Though they'd known each other for three-months, they'd never really been alone. And if they had, it's only ever been long enough for them to exchange basic pleasantries, otherwise the Beta simply gave the Alpha direction to the Omega. Else, Tommy/Rebecca was a social buffer between them. The Beta's inquiry had been genuine, and being one of the few people that knew most of the truth of what had happened to him the past near four-years, his answer didn't have to be a half-cocked lie.
"I've been... Good." Oliver told her. He didn't plan on elaborating further as she nodded amiably, but after another glance down the hall he inhaled in decision and after a minimal moment of initial hesitation, he moved and sat down beside her on the couch. She looked a little surprised herself at the action, but covered it quickly with a small welcoming smile.
He scrubbed a hand over his mouth and scruff. "It's... complicated, you know?" he said quietly after a moment. "I mean, the last time I was in Starling City I was a completely different, well, douche bag, bastard—well, you know, I'm sure. Even if you didn't know me back then, I know you've read all about me in the tabloids."
She nodded. "We can just use jerk." She suggested helpfully.
He gave a short chuckle and nodded. "Yeah, jerk is a very nice, G-Rated, family friendly, and undeserved alternative. But, yeah, jerk. I was too stupid, selfish and uncaring about what I did or who I hurt in the process. And the yacht to China, that had been the ultimate materialization of all of that, betraying Laurel like that, getting Sara killed..." He ran a palm over his short hair. "Being on that island, it made me realise the kind of man that I was really was."
"That would make anyone look back on their life and only see mistakes that couldn't be corrected, Oliver." Felicity reasoned quietly.
"That—" he shook his head in light frustration. "Lian Yu swallowed the old Oliver Queen. It tore him apart, ripped him to shreds and butchered him—for all to see for a while and take advantage. And then if churned and spit some Frankenstein monster out that was broken and hopeless at the hands of nature, man... and her." Amanda Waller. He told her name to no one, not Tommy and definitely not Felicity (who could hack the world to try and find her. It was the same reason that he was careful not to mention [if he ever actually brought it up or talked about it] A.R.G.U.S. If she tried to go and dig up dirt on them for whatever reason [curiosity etc.] it would bring buildings down upon all of their heads). "The only reason any of what you see now is here, is because Tommy came looking when he had absolutely no reason to."
Lian Yu. That was the name of the island that Oliver had been stranded on, she realized. She didn't think he even meant to say it, it just slipped. She was sure that Tommy didn't even know the name of the island. But she didn't mention it to Oliver, or bring it up even as curious as she was, as she always was about things (that's a little bit of where the hacking had come from). There was probably nothing but bad memories about that place.
"He loves you, that's his reason." Felicity said instead. "First time I met him, I saw that. Thought he was a little crazy, too, believe me, but I saw that love. And I've seen it every day since."
A small smile ghosted over Oliver's lips and hovered there, completely transforming his previous grim expression. "He's special, you know?"
She nodded. "But he'd deny it profusely if you ever said it to his face."
"Yeah." They shared a short, light chuckle. "I just..." he trailed off, palming his forehead with the heel of his hand. "What if..."
She looked at him knowingly. "It's not that hard to believe that you'd want your life to go back to how it was before the yacht, Oliver. Frankly, I'd be concerned if you didn't."
"Yeah, but that's the thing, isn't it? Here, now, I don't. Yes, I regret all the pain that I put people through with my death, with Sara, my dad... but if I never got onto that yacht with Sara, would I have what I do right now? Would I be with Tommy right now? Would I have a daughter? Would Tommy ever have gotten out from under Malcolm and met you and Roy and Diggle?" he looked at her so completely conflicted and she was floored herself at what he was throwing at her, definitely not what she had expected. "I'd still be fooling myself with Laurel, ruining both our lives. You'd be at Queen Consolidated, down in IT; so close, yet so far away. And Tommy... he'd never be able to get away from Malcolm. The bastard would end up killing him, I know he would!" he stopped and turned his face away from the woman for a moment, trying to rein the outburst in.
He exhaled roughly before turning back to the Beta, his expression more mastered. "But I feel like a monster. Because if I had a choice, to go back, I... I don't think I would. Not if it meant losing all of this."
Felicity swallowed and slowly reached out, putting her hand on his strong shoulder. "That doesn't make you a monster, it makes you human. I know how terrible off I'd be if I never got to meet Tommy, for him to be my best-friend. If I never got to meet Thea or Roy... or you, Oliver." She paused and slowly withdrew her hand back into her own lap. "I know it's not as near complicated as what you're going through, what you went through over the last few years. But there is no magic thing that can let you go back and change or undue things in the past to create a new future. This, now, is your life. And one, frankly, I think, that you were meant to have. No alternate universe about it." She looked at him earnestly through her glasses. "You do deserve to be happy, Oliver, despite what might of happened in the past. To Sara, your friends from the island, or that family from Hong Kong. That does not condemn you to a life of loneliness, sadness, and guilt. You are alive. You have people who care about you and love you. Don't throw that away because you think you deserve to have none of it."
They sat in silence after that. Felicity's nail picking at the material at the edge of the arm rest on the couch. Oliver stared blindly at the television, the screen flickering at the rerun, the low sound falling on muted ears as he processed what the Beta had told him in firm belief. Tommy seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time putting clothes on, but the Alpha absolutely knew he was already distracted with Rebecca, even if the baby was just sleeping, he knew anyone could just get caught up in watching the little pup sleep. Who knew baby were more addictive than drugs?
He sighed finally and nodded to himself before Oliver cleared his throat awkwardly into the silence and when she looked at him, she could swear his cheeks were a little pink.
He licked his lips. "Sorry about the—" he made a half-aborted gesture to the hall, or more down it, at the end, where the bathroom lay.
Felicity was more than relieved for the subject change, even if it was about Tommy and Oliver having sex in the bathroom. Not exactly her most favourite subject, but definitely lighter than the previous.
The corner of her mouth twitched and she blurted: "Don't worry about it. Isn't the saying: if you didn't wake the baby, you're golden?"
Oliver stared at her. She went a little hot in the face as she realized what she said.
"I'm sorry. That came out a little cavalier. I meant—I mean—you probably didn't have a lot of chances to have sex on the island... full of people trying to kill you and all or Hong Kong with the—with the, you know, evil-lady-cracking-the-whip-at-you-to-kill—or, erm—" she cut herself off, looking at the Alpha very sorry and very horrified, just making things worse for herself. But she couldn't seem to stop it! "I am really sorry—that... you're a very good-looking man, and Tommy... and I might as well be Amish or well, no ~" she was just muttering to herself right now, "The Amish actually have sex and I—"
"You really don't have a filter, do you?" Oliver finally managed to stop her before she said something really bad.
"Hng." She gave a small gasp of relief. "I do... just my processor takes a minute to catch up."
"I'd say." He mused dryly, "Bet those rambles get you much love from the bosses."
"Oh. Walter—Mr. Steele—is very British." She said. "I mean, it's very calming. You know?" The only way that the Beta could look anymore horrified with herself was if she put her hands on either of her cheeks and opened her mouth just a little wider.
It could only be a kindness to put her out of her misery.
"Oh!" Oliver laughed. "Now I completely understand what Tommy's always saying. Just, when you get going you're just like an avalanche, huh? Taking out everything in your path. But somehow, it's hard to take offence. It's almost scary, Felicity.
"Yeah." She sighed, but there was a small smile at the corner of her lips. "But the really scary part, I think, is that this is the rambles getting better."
Oliver gave a low whistle. "I'd hate to hear the before."
"So did a bunch of other people," she snorted. "It took a minute to 'find the right job for me,' they always said." They shared lightly amused looks.
"And out of all those places, you somehow ended up working at Queen Consolidated."
"Yup,"
Tommy reappeared, dressed in pyjamas and still looking sexy. He gave his hands a single, soft clap and smiled at them sitting on the couch together. "My two favourite blonds," he winked at Felicity. "Who's hungry?" he asked. "Late dinner, anyone?"
Oliver and Felicity looked at each other briefly before they turned back to him. "What do you have in mind?" they said at the same time.
Tommy rocked back on his fuzzy-socked heels in glee. He definitely loved it when two of his four favourite blonds were getting along. He could see nothing by happy times if these two were talking unison.
[tbc]
aRRoW
Alright, okay... just be straight with me on this chapter. Definitely not sure about it. What did you think of the Felicity-Oliver connect?
I honestly was just going to have Oliver return home/Tommy have the baby/maybe some Hood action/then a really nice smut scene between them, but apparently my intentions and fingers have alternate opinions because I came up with more fluff/angst/smut for them that's just going to have to come out or it'll make me irritable. So this story doesn't seem to be quite at its end yet—here's to happy future readying!
P.S: So, here are some deleted bits for this chapter. Whatever, I'm posting them here; it's the only way they'll see the light of day:
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- but now Tommy realized that all that cute, quiet sleeping was just her charging up for this, the declassified, every parents' dread, the third-week starting-line for the colic epidemic.
He'd read it in all the baby books that he'd bought, and it just never registered after that until she would just start crying, the only pauses were usually short bouts of sleep and feeding. But then, right after, as soon as the nipple was out of her mouth, it was the crying again. She was colic. That what the doctor said, and there was nothing to do for it but make Rebecca Meghan as comfortable as he could and it would eventually pass.
o—o
Her crib had been moved into Tommy room when they first got back to the hospital. But it had long since been there, on the third week, out of pure convenience.
o—o
He felt a little guilty at how quick he groaned in relief at the offer.
o—o
-so a couple weeks ago, Felicity had pushed him into a chair in one of Rebecca's quiet-moments and gave him a trim.
o—o
"Hey," he said suddenly, perking up. "Why are you still you there, dressed and dry? You should totally be in here with me."
o—o
While Oliver stripped, Tommy briefly pulled the plug to drain some of the warm water, before he turned on the hot tap, filling the recent space with hot water.
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