I said, "No one has to know what we do" Heaven can't help me now this is gonna take me down

Notes:

And here is the follow up to the last chapter, I hope you guys like it.

I tried to figure out the distance between Starling City and Coast City but since there are several different possibilities where Starling might be located I sort of decided to go screw it, and have them be in driving distance. Anyone who can help with that issue is welcome to share their knowledge.

Oliver

Oliver put on the blinker, changed lanes and got off the freeway, following the road to the next crossroads, choosing the scenic route along the coast. It might take them a little longer, but they could also avoid getting stuck in a traffic jam during rush hour, which would probably make them faster in the long run. He glanced at Sara, smiling at her complaining about her dad, they had originally planned to leave a day earlier, but Quentin had been home unexpectedly and delayed their plans, playing a game of twenty questions concerning his youngest daughter's weekend plans and why she insisted to leave on a Thursday instead of Friday after school, refusing to let Sara skip an entire day of classes, and threatening to have her stay home altogether if she disobeyed him. So, they changed their plans, shortening their trip from four days down to two. It was a bummer, but at least they still got to go this way. It was a good thing that Quentin had the tendency to turn a blind eye when it came to Sara's behavior, rather choosing ignorance and to blindly believe her than to actually verify whatever bullshit lie she was telling him.

Stupid, if you asked him, especially since Sara was a known troublemaker.

How many times had the detective had to bail his "innocent baby girl" out of trouble by now? Oliver had to grin at the thought of Sara being innocent in any sense of the word and at Quentin's naivete where she was concerned. If he only knew the things she did when he wasn't looking… all the illegal stuff; from underage drinking, to drugs, to shoplifting; Ollie wasn't sure what to think about that one but whatever floated her boat, to the occasional short wiring of a car,… yeah, Sara most definitely wasn't innocent in the eye of the law. Never mind, in the biblical sense of the word, he knew from firsthand experience that she wasn't, far from it actually… there were countless words he could use to describe Sara, but none of those would be innocent or anything in the ballpark of said word. But her father was, as she liked to put it, clueless.

He honestly couldn't understand it, not that he minded far from it, actually, being certain Sara wouldn't be in the car next to him, had Detective Lance not chosen to go along with whatever the blonde had come up with as her perceived weekend plans. He had to snicker at the thought Lance was an amazing detective, dealing with hardened criminals on the regular, seeing right through their lies, and yet he had no clue what his younger daughter got herself into on the regular.

Well, Quentin's ignorance definitely played in his favor right now.

He had missed her, his parents had him involved with an insane amount of social events lately, ever since he dropped out of the latest college they had chosen and paid for him, with a shitload of bribes presented as donations he was sure, and Sara had been busy in school, and with college applications; senior year. He remembered how busy and stressed Laurel had been during their last year in High School. Sara's laid-back nature kept her from getting as stressed out as her rather tightly wound sister, but her parents constantly putting pressure on her and reminding her of everything she needed to do and asking about the replies from the colleges she had applied to was getting to her. Especially since she felt she was disappointing them, not being able to measure up to her sister academically, who was thriving at college, while Sara was struggling in High School.

It was one reason he had decided to take her away for the weekend, give her some time away from her nagging parents, and the pressure being put on her from her entire family. Knowing exactly what that felt like and how exhausting it was.

The other reason was purely selfish.

Just the two of them going away for the weekend together, alone, meant he was going to have her all to himself. He could indulge in whatever he felt like, bask in her company with no interruption or need to watch his behavior and actions around and towards her. Something that was steadily becoming more difficult.

Making sure his actions in public did not cross the platonic line of friendship while all he wanted to do was touch her, kiss her, hold her, was starting to take a toll on him. Oliver hated this. He hated the need to pretend, to hide, to sneak around. He hated not being able to take her out in public, to hold her hand while they were walking around the city, hated the need to constantly resist the urge to kiss her when they were out and about. The Queen heir hated that what they were doing was wrong, even though it felt right to him. Well, not the hiding her away part, but being with her, it didn't feel wrong to be with her. He knew it was. He was with Laurel; he loved Laurel, he really did, but…

His eyes strayed from the road again for a moment to look at his Pretty Bird right next to him like she always was, when she laughed at the comment he had made about her dad's obliviousness. God, she was so damn beautiful, the way her entire face lit up when she laughed, the sun reflecting off her blonde hair, almost making it appear golden, the freckles adorning her face and the sparkling of those gorgeous eyes of hers.

She truly was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.

The lighthearted moment was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He looked at the caller ID and cursed when he saw "Sweetheart" flash on the display. Right Friday afternoon. Fuck!

He threw a glance toward Sara. The look on her face had changed in an instant and she had gone uncomfortably quiet, a clear sign she knew exactly who was calling him right now. Fuck! Laurel always called after her last class of the week, to catch him before he went out in the evening, wanting to catch up and share the events of their week. They usually spent hours on the phone on Fridays. Fuck. Laurel would wonder what was going on if he didn't pick up. Fuck.

He cursed under his breath. He'd just have to keep the phone call short.

He glanced at Sara for another moment; she was staring straight ahead, rigidly sitting next to him when she had been completely relaxed only moments ago, before he pushed accept and put it on speaker, not really having another choice, he couldn't afford to get pulled over by the cops again, even less with Sara in the car on the way to Coast City, while she had told her folks she was going to hang with a couple of girlfriends in Starling, which just showed how clueless her parents were. Sara didn't really have any female friends. She preferred the company of guys over that of girls 'less drama' her words, unless she had the hots for them, but that was a different story.

Oliver was trying to keep the phone call short, tried to end it several times, but Laurel wasn't getting his hints. Fuck!

He noticed Sara shift in her seat again out of the corner of his eye. She lightly banged her head against her window, looking out. It didn't take a genius to notice how impatient and annoyed his companion was getting. He tried to get off the phone yet again, to no avail. Fuck.

He wanted to end the phone call as soon as possible, but he didn't want to risk Laurel suspecting shit. Couldn't afford her wondering about his strange behavior, she'd tell her parents and he couldn't risk them starting to question things... couldn't risk the house of cards he and Sara had built come crashing down. Her family wouldn't understand. He couldn't risk them blaming Sara for this, making her the bad guy. Giving her yet another reason to feel like the bad apple, which was moronic she was one of the sweetest, most compassionate and intelligent people he knew, but it was how she felt and there wasn't really anything he could do about it, he had tried, but she refused to believe him. He couldn't risk her losing her family because of him.

Didn't she understand that?

Her parents weren't like his. They wouldn't just ignore it, like he was pretty sure at least his mother was. If she didn't know for sure, she was probably at least suspecting something more than friendship was going on between him and Sara but so far all she's done was make some pointed comments and throw disapproving glares at Sara whenever she came over to spend time with him, without Speedy or Tommy around. But he gladly took this until his mom decided to broach the subject, should she ever. He sure as hell wasn't going to bring it up himself to find out what exactly it was that she knew. He was also pretty sure his mom would not tell any of the Lances. Image was very important to her and how would it look? Besides, his mom knew Laurel would never forgive him for this, and Laurel was what his mother considered the perfect future daughter-in-law, so she would not risk her finding out and not becoming the next Mrs. Queen.

At least he was pretty sure his mom would not say anything to Laurel, but Quentin and Dinah were different. They got involved in their daughters' lives, tried to solve conflicts between them and get to the bottom of the problems they were facing. They'd confront Sara if they found out, they'd be angry and disappointed in her. And they would force her to tell Laurel. He couldn't do that to her, couldn't do that to either one of them.

He could feel a by now familiar pang of guilt wash through him at that thought, at the meaning behind it.

Laurel's beloved voice was excitedly telling him about the fund raiser she wanted to organize, effectively ripping him from his dark thoughts. Oliver loved the way she got when she started a new project, all eager, enthusiastic and determined. He assured her he would help, offering her the money she'd need to pull it off. His girlfriend thanked him profusely, sounding so grateful and even more excited now at his offer. He'd probably promise her the fucking universe right now if she'd asked, hoping it would lessen some of the guilt pressing down on him. Fuck!

Laurel slightly changed the subject, telling him about one of her professors and what he had said to her after her latest presentation, which she had been worrying about for weeks, apparently for no reason, as he had been telling her for weeks, her professor had nothing but good words for her and he was happy about the praise she had received, it was well deserved. She had worked her ass off for it.

Oliver noticed Sara looking at him in irritation and contemplation. And he was hit with another surge of guilt. Fuck! He looked back to the road, swallowing hard. Fuck. He returned his focus to the conversation he was having with Laurel, trying to not let his conflicting feelings show, waiting for his next chance to try and hang up again.

The small hand suddenly stroking his thigh ripped him from the conversation back into the here and now, making him painfully aware of his most cherished friend. And his eyes strayed from her eyes to the clock before returning to the road. Fuck. Somewhere during his conversation with Laurel, he had lost track of time. Their routine phone call came naturally to him by now. He always enjoyed talking to Laurel, but he had never meant to talk to her for as long as he had. Never meant for Sara to have to listen to them for this long. Never wanted to put her in this position. Fuck.

He once again told Laurel that he slowly but surely needed to get off the phone. This led to her circling back to the subject of her event and what they would need to pull it off. He replied, knowing she wasn't going to get off the phone until everything was organized as well as it could be at this stage of the process.

He bit the inside of his cheek and lost his train of thought when the hand suddenly squeezed the bulge in his pants. Fuck!

Was she fucking shitting him right now? He threw the woman next to him a glare, trying to get her to stop what she was doing. Jesus! Had she lost her fucking mind? The ocean road was twisting and bending along the deadly cliffs. There was the stone wall of the hills on one side and the abrupt and steep edge of the cliff above the ocean on the other, which requested a certain amount of concentration while driving, something that was most certainly not at all granted while he was being stimulated by her.

He hurriedly tried to give solutions to all of Laurel's problems, so that he could finally get her to hang up and Sara to stop what she was doing. The process was sped up even more when he felt her soft hand on his naked skin, stroking him slowly but insistently. Fuck!

He wasn't sure what he was saying to Laurel before disconnecting the call, he had registered her "I love you" though, it had felt like a punch in the gut, especially while her sister was giving him one hell of a hand job, he couldn't return the sentiment, not with Sara's hand in his pants. It wouldn't have been fair to Laurel to utter those words in this situation. Guilt was clawing at his gut again. Fuck. He was painfully aware of the woman next to him now. No, he couldn't tell Laurel he loved her, not while Sara was next to him. It wouldn't have been fair to her. It wouldn't have been fair to either one of the sisters. Fuck.

Sara increased the movements of her hand and all thoughts of Laurel, their situation or telling her to stop what she was doing to him, flew out the window. His brain being flooded with pleasure made concentrating on the road increasingly more difficult.

The car swiveled, and he pulled it back into their lane, just barely avoiding driving into the railing and off of the cliff or into an oncoming car. Fuck! Was she trying to get them killed?! He grabbed Sara's hand and moved it out of his pants, closing them up again.

Had she lost her fucking mind?

The road ahead gave him a perfect view of just how steep and rocky the shores were at the bottom of the cliff, the waves angrily crashing against them. Fuck! He could've killed them.

"Fuck, Sara! Are you trying to get us killed?!" he couldn't bite back the sudden outburst; his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest. Fuck! He looked over at her for a moment, making sure she wasn't hurt. Fuck!

He could've killed her.

His ribcage suddenly felt too tight, not giving his lungs enough room to expand, every breath burned, there was a lump in his throat and a stabbing pain in his heart. Fuck!

He could've killed her.

He bit his tongue to keep himself from seriously going off on her in order to release some of the panic he was feeling. It was important to him to make this trip nice, Sara's been through a lot lately, especially in school and the last thing she needed was for him to be yet another person yelling at her, making her feel like she had done something wrong, all he wanted was for her to get a chance to relax and have a nice time. So, he kept his mouth shut, gritting his teeth while looking out the windshield, trying to stop his heart from beating out of his chest.

"Ollie…" They had been driving in tensed silence for a long time after his first spontaneous and shocked outburst when she made an attempt to break it. Her voice was quiet and questioning. There was also an apologetic undertone which was possibly signaling her understanding of what her actions had almost caused him to do. Maybe. Or she was just feeling bad about upsetting him. You could never know with Sara.

"Sara, I really don't feel like talking to you right now." the lump in his throat was refusing to move, his chest still felt too tight. He knew he'd lose it if he started to talk, just like he had the night they had shared their first kiss. He had been terrified he could have lost her then, too. And his reaction to that terrifying thought had been yelling at her until she had cried quietly next to him. He had been such a fucking idiot! He refused to do that to her again.

All he wanted was for her to have a nice, drama free and happy weekend.

None of that was going to happen if he shared his thoughts with her right now. All it would lead to was an argument, and he really didn't feel like spending the weekend fighting with her. So, he turned on the radio and turned the volume up, almost certain at least one of them would say several things that would piss the other off and they'd end up regretting eventually if they'd keep on driving in complete silence, given the emotional states they were in. The sound of the music was a welcoming distraction and buffer.

He made sure to focus on the road, ensuring they would reach their destination in one piece and without any other incidents. Not wanting to risk her getting hurt or worse.

Sara suddenly shifted beside him, before lowering her seat down and placing one of her feet against the dashboard, nothing too unusual, Sara had a tendency to have her feet on the dash during longer trips, to her father's displeasure, something about the danger of the airbag or knees in jaws or something like that, he hadn't really paid attention at the time Quentin had berated Sara.

It was only out of the corner of his eye that he noticed her movements, not daring to take his eyes off of the treacherous, winding ocean road again.

What the fuck was she doing? She couldn't be serious! Was she trying to get him to crash the car in the ocean or the wall of solid rock on the other side or oncoming traffic?

Also, he wasn't sure how exactly they would explain what they were doing in a car together, alone, hours away from home for no good reason, or what they were doing. People would question where they were going alone and why Tommy wasn't with them. No, he couldn't risk them getting in an accident or being stopped by the cops for indecent exposure. Not when they were travelling alone together.

Didn't she get that?

He tried to tune her out, tried to not notice what she was doing. He did his hardest to focus on the road and not the woman getting herself off next to him. His body was betraying him though, and a constant reminder of her activities next to him. Fuck!

What was her fucking problem?

Quentin might be clueless when it came to most things concerning Sara. Both he and Sara were excellent in coming up with cover stories and excuses, but he was pretty sure neither of them would be able to believably explain this situation away. Especially if they got stopped while she had her hand between her legs, and he was about to fucking bust in his pants, right next to her. Fuck!

His eyes strayed towards her again when her constant exaggerated soundtrack changed and the sounds she was making turned real, her pelvis moving against her hand, clear indicators of the effect her actions were having on her body. Her exposed skin was glistening in the sunlight from the sheen of sweat covering it. Sara was so damn sexy and beautiful.

God, she looked almost ethereal right now, given the way the light was engulfing her.

He forced his eyes back on the road, desperately trying to tune her out, to focus on the music blaring from the speakers and not her heavy breathing and moaning. He was being utterly and completely unsuccessful, his mind doing the exact opposite of what he wanted it to, tuning the music out and amplifying the noises coming from Sara. Fuck!

He could kill her right now.

Fuck. He was throbbing painfully at this point. He risked another glace at her, noticing the look on her face, the closed eyes, the slightly opened mouth, the way her body moved and he could easily make out her increased breathing, even over the blaring sound of the music. Even if it might only be in his mind, having been witness to this on countless occasions. Fuck, she was about to cum. Fuck. His dick twitched in need. He had to deliberately force his eyes back on the road. Fuck!

He looked back at her again automatically, not being able to resist the vision she presented. He loved the way she looked while climaxing. Fuck!

He forced his eyes back on the road yet again when another couple of cars came towards them on the other lane. Fuck! He needed to get his head back on the road or he was going to drive them into oncoming traffic. Fuck!

"Would you stop that! Are you fucking stupid? Do you seriously want me to crash the car?!" He let go of the steering wheel with one hand, firmly taking hold of her wrist and softly pulling at her hand and with that her fingers out of her, before forcefully pushing her foot off of the dashboard and her seat in an upright position. Giving his anger and frustration an outlet.

He knew he was being harsh, but fuck, he was so fucking aroused right now. It was seriously painful, and he couldn't risk losing control over the car again. Jesus! Sara threw him an evil glare before crossing her arms over her chest and turning her body and head towards her window, essentially sulking. Could she be anymore childish right now? Jesus.

It took several minutes of driving in tense silence until he could make out a path twisting off of the main road, moving up into the hills, he steered the car towards it, driving to the side, opening his pants on the way. He stopped the car and freed them both of their seatbelts, while moving his seat backwards to create more room between his body and the steering wheel, lifting Sara into his lap while he was still moving backwards, crashing his mouth onto hers in a hungry kiss. Fuck. He needed her so badly right now.

She lowered herself all the way down on him, just to right away ride him at a punishing pace, before his brain got a chance to process what was happening, a testament of just how aroused she was herself. It didn't take long for her climax. She pushed his chest backwards to free her mouth from his, panting harshly. He watched her intently, not wanting to miss a thing.

She was a fucking vision.

He was seriously dumbfounded when she got off of his lap almost right after. Oliver sat in the car for a moment, not understanding what the hell had just happened. He watched Sara get out and almost run across the street, only stopping once she had reached the railing on the side of the road above the cliff, keeping her from running any further.

What the fuck?

"I'm not your fucking whore. And I don't appreciate being treated like one." His still lust riddled mind had trouble processing her words, and it was only after she had already hurried out of the car and slammed the door closed that his brain caught up and her words registered.

Shit. Shit!

"I'm not your fucking whore." Her words replayed in his mind. Fuck! He could feel the stabbing pain in his chest and the lump in his throat from earlier back. He had never intended to make her feel this way. Her words couldn't be further from the truth if she tried. Fuck! He screwed everything up again. His head banged onto the steering wheel for a moment, lifting it back up from it, right before his hands hit the sides of the wheel in anger. Fuck! He couldn't seem to get anything right and now, now, he had hurt Sara and made her feel like the only thing he cared about was screwing her. Fuck!

He let his eyes stray back to Sara across the street, and that's when he noticed her shoulders shake just the tiniest bit. Fuck!

It took him a moment to realize that his pants were still open when he hastily tried to follow her. He struggled shortly until he managed to button and zip them. He had only just gotten out of the car when she sank to the floor, her entire body now shaking from the force of her sobs. Shit!

This was his fault. He had done this to her. He was the reason she was crying. The reason she was hurting. Fuck! "I'm not your fucking whore." His chest tightened even more, his stomach twisted in self-loathing and disgust. How could he have let this happen? How could he have let it come this far? Why hadn't he made sure she knew it wasn't about sex, well it was, but not just. She was so much more to him than that.

He hurried around the car and across the street, only stopping once he reached Sara. He got down on his hunches and softly touched her shoulders.

"Sara." She flinched away from him, and that small move hurt more than he cared to admit. Fuck! The guilt was crashing down on him, trying to assist his self-loathing and disgust bury him alive. His mind flashed back to earlier today, when he had picked her up, the excited and happy feeling, the way her entire face had lit up when she had seen him, the short but sweet kiss they had dared to share in public, at least as public as a parking lot by a Trader Joe's was.

"Sara,… Pretty Bird, I'm sorry… I didn't mean… I never meant… I'm sorry." He wasn't sure what to say. Wasn't sure what he could say. The last thing he had ever meant to do was make her feel like all she was to him was a source for mind blowing sex. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to make this better. All he wanted was to take her pain away, but he didn't know how, given he was the one responsible for it in the first place.

Why couldn't he ever do anything right? Why did he always make a mess of everything? How could he do this to her? She was the only person… the only person who understood, who cherished him for who he was. Fuck!

Oliver felt the tears run down his face when Sara shifted even further away from him, closer towards the edge, and his heart stopped, knowing this was his fault. He had done this to her. He had hurt her this much. He was the cause of her agony. All he ever wanted to do was keep her safe and happy. Make her smile. God, he loved her smile, and he hated her tears, especially when he caused them.

He noticed the way her body leaned towards the edge, the way her eyes were trained on the water below. He could feel an icy hand grab and squeeze his heart painfully.

He felt helpless, not knowing what he should do, what he could do to make this better.

Sara was all emotions. Her highs could reach the skies and make you feel you could fly away with her... but her lows, her lows could drag you all the way down to hell with her, being just as extreme as her highs. And now they've gone from cloud nine to fucking rock-bottom in less than three hours.

He didn't know what he should to, all he had managed so far was make her move closer towards the edge. So, he stayed where he was, kneeling on the floor, the gravel painfully digging into his knees, crying in pain and fear because he knew, he knew, and he understood how she felt. And that scared him more than anything. He had felt that hopelessness before, trying to numb it with booze and drugs, spending most of his time denying its existence, only to have it sneak up on him unexpectedly. Fuck.

His eyes were intently trained on her, watching her every move, he stayed where he was, not daring to move, scared of what she might do if he came closer again, even though all he wanted to do was grab her and pull her as far away from the edge as he could.

Hoping it was the right thing to do.

Sara suddenly barreled into him, desperately clutching at his shoulders. Her nails digging into his back was a welcoming feeling, making it real, assuring him she was safe. He pulled her closer, falling backwards onto his ass, lifting her into his lap, running his hands all over her, trying to comfort her just as much as assuring himself that she was here, that she was okay, at least physically. He tightened his hold on her even further, making sure he safely enclosed her in his arms.

He could feel her tears soak into his shirt, his own still running down his face. Her entire body was shaking from her despairing sobs. He had no idea how long they've sat like this until the shaking of her body stopped once her sobs subsided, her breathing slowly becoming more even. And still he held on to her tightly. Not ready to let her go yet, to give up the closeness between them.

Oliver felt her slowly lift her head from his shoulder, and their eyes met, the sheer amount of emotions swirling around in hers nearly crushed him and his eyes closing at their own accord when her hands softly touched his cheeks, wiping his tears away was a welcoming escape, even if only for a very short amount of time.

"Ollie…" the broken sound of her voice made him open them again, in order to look at her, wondering what she was going to say. But nothing followed his name. She just kept on staring at him, the whirlwind of emotions still present in those beautiful eyes of hers.

"Sara…" he wanted to say so many things; he wanted to apologize, he wanted to tell her how wrong she was with her assumption, he wanted to make sure she knew just how special and precious she was, he wanted to tell her so many things, but the words just refused to pass over his lips.

The next thing he knew, they were desperately crashing together in a tangle of lips, tongues, and limbs. His previous need was only amplified by everything that had happened, even if it had changed in character. He needed to show her how important she was to him, needed to feel her body against his, needed to try and make her a part of him.

He just needed her full stop.

He let her take the lead and set the pace until she shattered around him and he had reached a tipping point. He let his head drop onto her shoulder, breathing heavily, trying to get his bearings back after. Sara was holding on to him tightly, her hands stroking his back. Her heart was beating rapidly under his chest. They stayed like this until one of the passing cars honked at them, a stark reminder of the fact that they've just had sex on the side of the road while cars were driving past them.

Oliver kissed her shoulder softly, pushing himself off of her, closing his pants before offering his hand to her, helping her get back on her feet. He pulled her tightly into his chest the minute she was standing. Not yet ready to lose contact with her body. He draped his arm over her shoulder once he could let go of her, steering them back towards the car, opening the door for her.

He affectionately stroked her thigh before putting the car into drive and continuing their journey, softly taking her hand once he was safely in their lane, smiling at her. Something had changed between them. He wasn't sure what, but he felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted. They had yet to say a word, but he didn't mind, not wanting to shatter their peaceful quiet.

Sara returned his smile with one of her own before leaning her head against his upper arm, and he knew, he just knew that they were okay.

Notes:

As always let me know what you think.

Ollie is an idiot but he's not that much of an idiot to not be aware what the risks of his affair coming out would be and try to make sure they were not going to be found out.

Chapter title is from the song "Wildest Dreams" by Taylor Swift.