Author's Note: Okay, so the August update didn't happen but maybe an October one will make y'all happy! Again, I'm very sorry for the lateness of this new update, but my nephew – who celebrated his 1 year birthday back at the end of August – has started walking, and while I am a proud auntie, I'm also a poor writer who hasn't been keeping up with her updates. I'll try and be better about updating, but there's no guarantee I'll finish this series before the end of the year. It's just been crazy with work and helping with my nephew. Anyhow, enjoy this latest update and remember to R&R!
This takes place in S4, after the scene where Laurel automatically jumped into Oliver's arms without being told to when they were on one of their missions.
Need
Being that close to him as they were on a mission didn't extinguish that fiery need still inside of her. Laurel knew that he & Felicity have a strong bond, but it was she whom Oliver loved. Still loves. Even in their alter egos' attire, Laurel fiercely loved Oliver. Now, as the blonde district attorney walks into the front door of her apartment, her gaze drifts around the living room of the said apartment. Candles scattered over every inch of the end tables both in the entryway & behind the couch, and over the coffee table in front of the couch. They were also in the window sill with the curtains pulled back by their cords. "Oliver?" she calls out, suddenly worried that she may have had some kind of intruder.
But her worry was put aside when Oliver appeared in the doorway leading toward the kitchen. "Hey, welcome home." He goes to greet her with a kiss on the cheek; the gesture itself soft and affectionate.
"What is all of this?" Laurel waves her hand around the living room.
"I want to spoil you. You deserve it," the love of her life responded as he pulls her gently toward the back part of the apartment. In the doorway to the bathroom, Laurel's gaze drifted to see more candles around the room before glancing back to see Oliver preparing to strip out of his clothes. "Join me for a bubble bath?"
"Always," Laurel said; she too stripping out of her own clothes and, climbing into the bath, bit back a moan as the warmth of the water enfolds around her slender frame. It didn't make the need go away though. Instead, it hardened her nipples to the point that she brought her slick wet hands up to cup both breasts in the palms; rubbing gently at first before moving with vigor.
Oliver's hands cover her own, joining them as the pair fondle and caress Laurel's aching breasts. One of his hands slid down beneath the water; moving in slow, sensual caresses toward her aching nub. He uses one finger at first then adds a second as her head falls back into the crook between his neck and shoulder, breathing heavily with each caress of his hands. "Come for me, Dinah Laurel," is the throaty whisper in her ear as he speeds up his fingers on her aching womanhood.
Her mouth fell open into a perfect 'O' shape as she fell apart in his arms, the grip her fingers had on the edge of the tub easing up until the blood had returned; making her knuckles less ghostly white. "Oliver…" Laurel managed to finally breathe out in a hoarse voice.
"You're so beautiful when you fall apart like that. It shows how much you needed this tonight," he said, placing a kiss to the side of her head before she shifts around to face him.
"You planned this?" she asks, and he nods his head.
"You had a long day, and the mission from last night only spiked it all," Oliver replied, tracing the tips of his fingers down along the fair skin of her neck toward her breasts and skittering past the nipples that seemed to leap forward at his touch. He continues moving his hand down before moving it back up.
Oliver was determined to explore every inch of her tonight.