A/N: The title should give everything away, to be honest... enjoy ;) xx Mariah

Ages:

Ned — 26
Katie — 23

Ned stood before Arrow Lucas, who was leering at his wife, his eyes raking over her leggings and fitted graphic tee. "Katie, what are you doing here?" He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his scotch to level his head a little.

Arrow drove him nuts. He didn't know how much longer he could pretend to be his friend, even if it was to try and get information for work.

"You were supposed to be home an hour ago, Ned," Katie replied, taking a step back from Arrow and toward him.

It felt as though she could feel the man's aura, the darkness that seeped from him, and how toxic he was by just standing near him. That was not something she wanted to be around. She practically grabbed Ned's arm and smiled at him.

"This your ball and chain, Banks?" Arrow groaned, chuckling as he leered over her. "How on earth did you get a girl with a banging body like this one?"

"She definitely is a prize," Ned replied, trying to keep his cool as he looked at Katie. Arrow was not supposed to overtake his life like this. It was supposed to be an easy task, an easy arrest and it was proving to be the complete opposite. He took another drink, finishing the glass. "We should get going."

"I was worried about you so that's why I came, but Ned?" She cleared her throat and walked with him as Arrow stepped forward and his greasy hand tried to wrap around her hip again. "Something happened."

Arrow looked about fifty as he stood in jeans and an old faded shit, his hair tied into a ponytail that was almost as long as hers.

She would never put her hair up again. Or at least not for a while.

"What happened Katie?" Ned asked, trying to pretend to be disinterested as he saw Arrow reach out to touch her. She gave him a look that he'd seen too many times before. It was a ghost situation. "Let's call it a night Arrow," he slapped the man's back softly. "We'll have to meet up again soon though."

"Only if I can come with," Arrow chuckled, winking. "I've got ones for your little lady here. I only want to watch."

"Maybe another time," he tried his best to look pleased with that idea, but he was holding everything back that told him to punch him.

"It was nice to meet you," Arrow sneered, holding out his hand to her.

"Let's go," he muttered and brought Katie out of the bar as fast as he could. "Now!"

Ned had been yelling at her since they got in his truck.

She'd walked from the store after her mother had picked her up and wanted to look for things that could help cross this ghost over. And she'd seen him walk into the bar when he was working, not in uniform.

He couldn't believe she'd come there, that she'd met Arrow, that he knew who his wife was now, but he couldn't get her out of his mind. She made him insane. Her perfect pouty lips, the way her voluptuous bosom always looked like it was desperately trying to escape the confines of her clothing, and the sway of her hips when she walked; he had basically had a hard-on since they had been pressed together when she wanted to get away from Arrow.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, looking out the window. "I knew I should've just called you."

"You were scared," he replied, tapping his hands on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry about how I acted. I shouldn't have yelled."

"Hell yes, I was scared, Ned. There's a ghost I can't control visiting me right now," she sighed, rolling her eyes at him. "I've never felt so vulnerable in my life. I just wanted-"

"Your husband," he answered, looking over at her. When he looked at her, he saw a pure, innocent soul, who was kind and caring. Like he always did. "I'm sorry. I really am, but to be honest with you, I never know exactly what you're doing, Katherine." He glanced down at her cleavage, which was spilling out of her black tank top. Damn Arrow. Arrow had seen his wife like in her most relaxing clothing and he hated it. The same ones that were so sexy and sensual to him that it drove him through long shifts in order to see her again at home. "I never wanted you to meet him and now you did. He knows your face and name. I can't promise you that he won't try and come for you next."

She inhaled as he said her full first name, something he didn't do very often. He pulled into their garage, letting the car idle for a moment before turning it off and closing the garage door. She slid out of the car at the same time as Ned and quickly she went around to his side.

"Ned, sometimes, I don't either. I think on the fly when it comes to ghosts and certain situations." She muttered, moving into his personal space and putting her hands in her back pockets while leaning into him. "Like right now." She reached out and touched his chest with her right hand, feeling his sculpted frame through his shirt. "For example." She looked up at him through her eyelashes, letting her lips part in anticipation.

He lowered his mouth to hers and she let her eyes close, positioning her tongue and bottom lip so that they ended up in the warm hollow of his mouth. After the initial meeting of their lips, they both pulled back, gauging the emotions of the other, and making a silent agreement to indulge in the pleasure of the moment.

"Don't ever do that again without texting me first," he said firmly as he licked his lips and moved his hand to the back of her head, pulling her mouth back to his.

She let her hands come up to his head, manipulating it so that his mouth was at a more agreeable angle and forcing her tongue through his lips to find his. He moved his hands down her body and pulled her flush against him, letting her feel how hard she had made him.

She wanted him.

Teasingly rubbing her hips up against his upon the initial contact, she let her hands slide over his back and to his firm ass, using it as leverage to get even closer to him. He moved his hands under the hem of her shirt and ran his knuckles over the soft, warm skin of her stomach, eliciting a small moan from her, as he detached his lips from hers and moved them to her chest. He licked and sucked along her bra line, traveling down to her sternum and back up to the other breast.

She took a firm grip on his hair and pulled his head away. "Where is this going?" She gasped, too focused on trying to rid herself of her clothing, which had become uncomfortable and constricting.

He grasped her by her thighs and picked her up into his arms, moving around the room.

She was still covered by her bra and panties as he pressed her back on to the warm hood of the car, one hand on her ribs, pressing her into the car, the other ripping her underwear.

"Goddammit, Ned!" She exclaimed when she heard the tear of her undergarments, "Those were brand new!"

"Do you want me to stop?" He said, a deadpan look on his face, but he already knew the answer. "That's what I thought."

Katie pulled his head and brought his mouth back to hers, sucking and nipping his bottom lip. He licked his way over her chin and down her body, dropping to his knees. She inhaled sharply, letting her eyes close and biting her own lip. He used his hands to push her thighs apart and settled between them.

He spread her with his thumbs and then let his lounge travel slowly from the bottom to the top, stopping partway through to taste the glistening moisture gathering there. When he reached her center, he let his tongue swirl around it and then moved back to the bottom, starting over again.

She huffed and moved her hands back to his head, growing impatient with the throbbing ache between her legs that he kept building, but never quite reached her peak. Each time she entered the threshold of orgasm, her body starting to tense, Ned would slow his movements.

"Ned," she whined, pulling him up by the scruff of his neck. "If you're just going to play around down there then don't bother."

He shrugged, letting her pull his body to rest on hers, but flipping her on to her stomach before she had a chance to reconnect their lips. She gasped and laughed playfully, enjoying the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. He took a handful of her hair and kissed the base of her neck, marking her.

"I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop," his hot breath moved across her cheek as he whispered into her ear.

He used his free hand to unclasp her bra, kissing the prominent bones of her spine once it was splayed open. He used his knees to push her legs open and thrust up into her body.

When he made love with her, he wanted to look at her face. He wanted to stare into her eyes while they made the most intimate connection that two people could make. When he fucked her, her face was the furthest thing from his mind. He just wanted to drive into her until she screamed his name.

A glossy sheen of sweat was breaking out on their bodies, which were slapping together at an increasingly rapid rate. She took her hand to his side, grabbing at him for stability, as Ned continued to thrust into her.

"Ned," she yelled. "I'm gonna come. Oh, God... Ned... don't stop."

He turned her over, picking her up into his arms and moving toward the door to go into their home without leaving her once. It wasn't long before they were in their own room and laying in their bed that they've shared for their entire marriage it felt right again. He felt whole.

"I love you," he said softly as he hooked one finger into the wire of her bra and pulled it from her chest quickly. "I'm not mad. I can't be mad at you. Not for long. I hope you can forgive me for yelling."

He interlaced their hands on either side of her head and connected their lips, desperately searching for the human connection he had missed out on the past few moments. He would be completely content making love to his wife like this every night.

"I love you too," her eyes searched his, looking for a problem, and there wasn't one. "You are forgiven for yelling, this time."

He just wanted to be with his wife, in their bed.

He closed his eyes and readjusted his position before thrusting back into her eager, willing body. He moved his face to the crook of her neck and sucked, marking her. She came slowly as he moved to suck on her breast, her body shuddering and her legs locking firmly around his hips.

Her hands released his, her joints locking out with the overwhelming pleasure. Her body was swimming with endorphins from her orgasm, combined with the sensations radiating from him, caused her toes to curl. He released her neck and let out a deep guttural moan when he came, slowing his thrusts.

They would stay connected for as long as possible, relishing in each other's company, never wanting their bubble to burst.

As quick as he could, he reached to the foot of the bed and pulled the grey comforter over them. "Katie?" He kept his voice low.

"Hmm?" She hummed without moving, already surrendering to sleep.

"I'm sorry for what happened at the bar. For not telling you." He replied, sighing. "I should've let you know I was going undercover."

"I trust you would have told me when you got home Ned," she muttered, enjoying the feel of his skin under tender hands. "I just hope he doesn't remember me."

He shook his head. "He'll never forget your face Katie," he muttered. "You're too damn beautiful for anyone to ever forget that easily."

She slapped him and laughed, kissing him deeply. "Don't say that! I don't want the murderer to remember me because I'm pretty." He groaned, moving inside her slightly, causing her to grasp his shoulder. "I love when you grow inside me like this..." She gasped, nibbling on his earlobe. "God, it feels so good Ned."

He kissed her again, knowing this night would be a long one and that was just fine with both of them.