Flarrow vs Rogues

The two teams were glaring at each other while Freya and Leonard trying to find a plan to destroy Zoom.

You will have two questions

1)Why they team up?

2)Why they glaring at each other?

At your first question: Zoom terrorizes their city and neither of them can tolerate it.

At the second question: Jealousy

Freya Nova was the godmother of Barry and Tommy. She spent a lot of time training with Laulre and Oliver, helping Caitlin with nursing stuff and watching movies with Cisco. She became a mother figure for the team and they don't want to share her.

About Rogues, Freya Nova was boss` woman who must be treat with respect or someone will die. The woman spent a lost of time with the Rogues at their safe houses. She helped Axel with his craziness. Mark and Freya share a love for classical music. Shawna found someone who help her to get over from her ex-abused boyfriend and Lisa found a shopping friend. Mick found a new best friend who can fuck Leonard with. Snart found it amused that his two favorite people in the world love to drive him crazy.

It didn't take long for the plan to be outlined, it was really just a little more solved than Mick's original, maim, burn. The only hitch was Freya`s stubborn boyfrind and his stubborn Rogue and the stupid stubborn Flarrow team.

"I want to be there." Freya insisted again.

"No." Several growls met her insistence.

Freya looked at them saying. 'I think you know that I can protect myself as I 'm...''

''Master of 127 terms of armed and unarmed combat ,including ,Boxing and Tae Kwon" said Barry as cut her off and he felt a hand striking his head.

She was ready to yell at them when she felt a rumbling in her pants all of a sudden. She pulled out her phone and saw that it was from Malcolm's company office.

"Let me just name the million other people I'd rather be having a call with right now. What you want?" Freya asked eagerly into her phone.

"Freya?" The woman heard her best friend say

" What the hell youbwant from me?" Freya questioned with her brow furrowed. "I didn't think our friendship insurance was that bad."

"Freya, I am so sorry. I don't know how many times I can say it." Malcolm pleaded into the phone.

"Mal?" Freya asked hesitantly, she didn't have a clue what her friend was talking about.

"I should have told you about this sooner, " It seemed that Malcolm was talking to himself despite him saying everything out loud.

"What are you-"

" Please , I want to see you." Malcolm informed his friend sounding just as serious as a heart attack.

Freya's phone fell from her hand and dropped to the ground.

"Freya? Freya?"

The woman could hear the voice of her friend just fine but she didn't answer him, she absolutely refused to at the moment.

Freya took one deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs.

Her life just kept getting stranger and stranger as the days went by.

What the fuck? He wants to tell her what? About the kiss? About her own reaction? She kissed back...

"Aunt F?" Freya turned when she heard the concerned voice of Tommy.

He was slowly walking toward her with a concerned smile on his face. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

Freya looked over and saw that not only were Barry and Snart giving her looks, but the Rogues had actually stopped playing to see what she was yelling about, again.

"Just a lot of drama, drama, and more drama." Freya said with a shrug holding back the irritated frown that wanted to appear on her face.

Before anyone could ask her another question Freya picked up her keys from her bag and started walking toward her car.

With that the black eyed woman jumped in her car and sped away from the premises.

Freya's thoughts were going just as fast as her car was, probably even faster. She just couldn't fight off the worry and fear that came from this new development.

He was in love with her?

"All this thinking is making my brain bitch." Freya complained scratching at the top of her head.

Freya arrived at Merlyn's company having only broken a minimal amount of speed and traffic laws surprisingly.

She pushed open the door of the building and few of employees jumped away from her from fear.

She stood in front of his office taking a deep breath and push the door. Malcolm looked quite stressed about something, his head was buried in his hands as he sat down in his chair hunched over.

"You wanna talk about what happened? Let's talk about what happened. Because if anyone knows about selfish, it's you."

"You have some nerve saying that to me," He seethes, his face beginning to flush, "when you know I have put you over me for years."

"I don't care what you've done for years!" Freya cries. "You knew I was seeing someone, and you did that to me anyway."

" I told you, Freya," he reminds her." I am sorry"

Oh, that is the last goddamn straw.

"You are sorry" Freya snaps." What the fuck is with you?"

" I love you." Malcolm bursts out."I've loved you from the first moment I ever laid eyes on you and the better I get to know you, the deeper I fall in love with you. Without ever realizing it, you've made me a better man by challenging me at every turn…giving me new perspective. But more importantly, you've made me a better man and the longer I know you, the deeper my love grows."

Freya interrupted him, "Wait….you…love me?"

" Rebecca?"She asks icily. Malcolm shakes his head.

" I married her because she was pregnant. She knew my feelings for you by the first moment she met you. When you came back from military I thought thatI can have you but you were in a relationship with Liam and I got her pregnant. "

"YOU ALRIGHT CHOSE HER!" Freya shouted. ". HOW COULD I TAKE AWAY HER HAPPINESS? YOUR HAPPINESS?"

That last question made something in him snap.

"I WOULD OF BEEN HAPPY WITH YOU!" Malcolm shouted. "I WOULD BE HAPPY WITH YOU AS MY WIFE AND NOT WORRY IF YOUR NOT COMING BACK FROM A WAR! OR THAT YOUR GOING TO COME BACK WITH SOMEONE AS YOUR PARTNER! I LOVED REBECCA! BUT I LOVE YOU MORE!"

"Stop talking," she said, curling her fingers around strands of his hair, pulling his head closer to hers. "Stop fucking talking, because you owe me this. You owe me." And he was lost again, as she pressed their mouths together, claiming dominance as her tongue slicked against his.

Her fingers were undoing his belt buckle as she pushed him against the closed door, unzipping his pants, hands snaking in to grip his erection. And he was sliding his hand up her skirt, gripping her thigh, as his fingers brushed against her panties. She was already wet, he found, almost ready, and he worked his fingers into her, rubbing her almost frantically.

She made a keening sound against his mouth, and bit down on his tongue as she freed him from his pants, stroking him to get him harder, and it really didn't take much at all, because he was feeling every bit of her. And it was all he ever wanted, all that he thought he would never have.

He pulled his fingers out of her, and tugged her skirt down, along with her panties, as she moaned and dragged him closer towards her. "Wait," he said, pushing her back. "Protection."

In response, she growled, and yanked his hair hard. "I don't care. I need you to fuck me. Now."

He never wanted their first time to be just fucking, he had always imagined something else (sappy, tender, loving), but if this was all there was to it, he would take it. He lined himself up, bracing his hands on the wall, and then he slid into her in one, rough stroke. She was warm, and wet, clenching around him, and he felt his head spin a little, because it felt so good, and it was barely the beginning.

He was going to give her time to adjust herself, but she hooked a leg around his waist and raked her nails down his back. "Move," she ordered, and he obeyed, driving himself into her with quick, hard thrusts, building a fast, rough rhythm. He wished he could be gentler, but he couldn't, not with this all-consuming need, not with her heat holding him so tightly in its folds. She didn't want him to be gentle either, it wasn't what she needed or wanted. Their emotions were a jumbled mess, both him and her, and this was all they could hold on to.

"Harder," she gasped, and it was a sound filled with need, with anger, with desire, and perhaps a bit despair.

It was raw, it was desperate, and it was fucking good. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades, fingers tugging at his hair as he palmed her breast through her shirt, rubbing her nipple as he continued thrusting into her. She pushed herself up a little, and sank her teeth onto his shoulder as she moaned. "Harder, harder…I need to feel…" she faltered as he hit her at a particular deep spot. "Yes, yes, just like that, Merlyn, just…"

Merlyn. She used his last name, and he felt something shattering in him, and he thought perhaps it might be his heart. He knew that he had lost her. Still, it was all his own doing, he had caused this.

He tightened his grip on her thighs as he bucked his hips against hers, knowing that there would be bruises when they were finally done. Her moans were changing in their pitch, and he knew that she might be close. He was close too, but he would hold out for her. There wasn't much he could do for her anymore; there was only this, giving her the release she needed.

She came with a muffled scream against his shoulder, her teeth breaking the skin there, and he followed soon after. He was going to pull out, but she wouldn't let him, holding him against her until he finished.

They collapsed into a heap on the floor, sweaty and panting, and still dressed. He turned his head to look at her, her eyes were half closed, her hair sweaty and plastered onto her face, and he thought that she had never looked more beautiful. Almost without thinking, he lifted his hand, and placed it gently on her head.

She stiffened, and then she flinched, sitting up and shifting herself away from his touch. She stood up unsteadily, locating her skirt and her panties. He pushed himself up, too, zipping up his pants as he watched her put on her skirt. She raked her fingers through her hair in a half-hearted attempt to tidy it, and then she turned to him. He could see it, it was on the tip of her tongue to say something hurtful, but then, she changed her mind.

She did something that was infinitely worse.

She didn't say anything, didn't even look at him one more time. She merely opened the door, and then she slipped out without a word. The silence was deafening once the door closed, and he stared at it, wanting so desperately to throw it open and run after her. But he knew he didn't have the right to. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but he knew that whatever it was, it was futile.

Because he was broken, he had somehow managed to break her, too.

He supposed he would never be able to forgive himself for this.

Darkness

Pain

Blood

" Help"