A fic inspired by a similar fic, I know, I am a hot-blooded male who likes nude women but others have done similar fics and I do not judge them.
I do not own Arrow.
Sara Lance was entering the apartment, where her boyfriend Oliver Queen was sitting on the chair and laughing in amusement before he turned to Sara, looking both amused and embarrassed. "Oh, Sara…"
"What?" Sara asked, but then Oliver showed her a camera footage of two women, who were apparently naked, fighting on the rooftop and Sara's eyes widened in horror.
Due to the rain and low quality of the video, there was not a clear shot on their faces but anyone who knew Sara well enough could tell it was her and the other woman on the video, who was no one other than Helena Bertinelli and both women were naked and fighting before they both fell off the rooftop.
"How… she said she'd shut off the cameras there and deleted the footage!" Sara exclaimed, her face red like tomato, blushing in utter embarrassment before it turned into a new shade of red full of rage. "Felicity, I swear I'm going to kill you." She growled.
"I can't believe you managed that." Oliver said.
"Please, tell me she didn't send the video to anyone else." Sara said, begging with her eyes.
"Well…" Oliver trailed off nervously and Sara groaned as her face fell into her hands as she sat down. "Don't worry, only few people know. But seriously, how did this happen?"
Sara took a deep breath. "Well, let's just say I had bad luck."
Earlier that night, the Canary was on a rooftop of a building opposite of an apartment, where Helena Bertinelli, also known as the Huntress, was hiding after a tip from Felicity. She had 'persuaded' an attorney, legit, who had been just doing a job and was not corrupt, who had gotten out of jail a mobster Helena had sent to jail, to reveal his hideout. While Team Arrow was willing to give Helena another chance after she had been let out on an early parole, she had a warning to not step out of line. Someone needed to talk some sense into Helena.
"Are you sure she's there?" Sara asked, tapping the comms on her ear.
"100%. And she hasn't come out yet. Be careful." Felicity said.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Sara asked, amused.
She opened the roof window and jumped down as she noticed that Helena was hiding out in a very cheap apartment. The curtains were ripped, the carpet floor needed some vacuum cleaning and for a daughter of a mobster, Helena had picked rather cheap living. And Sara also noticed some wads of cash on a nearby table, alongside pieces of jewelry. Most likely Helena's 'inheritance' from her mobster family.
Sara then heard the sound of running water coming from the other room, with steam coming out from the gap at the bottom of the door. Helena was showering but then the stream of water stopped and Helena emerged from the bathroom in a towel, turning on the lights and smiled in amusement at the uninvited visitor.
"Well, well, well, did the little Canary come to play?" Helena asked.
"Well, well, well, has the Huntress hunted the wrong person again?" Sara quipped.
"Didn't kill, if that's what's your worried about." Helena said.
"But you still hurt someone." Sara said, reaching for her comms as Helena realized Sara was about to call Felicity. "Don't make this any harder than it—"
Next thing Sara knew, Helena pounced at her like a cat, catching her off-guard, with the towel falling to the floor, tackling Sara through the door into the balcony. Sara's attention turned briefly to Helena's breasts but then Helena pulled the belt with Sara's shurikens, knives and her Canary Cry device, tossing them all down into the street.
"No toys this time." Helena said before both girls fell down, with Helena on top of Sara, whose face squashed onto Helena's breasts. Sara immediately pushed Helena off and groaned.
"Ew." Sara said. Usually she wouldn't mind having sex with other woman but this was no time for innuendos or such.
Sara tried to get up on her feet, only to notice Helena grabbing her by her legs, causing for Sara to fall down as her legs slipped out of her boots. Helena's nails then dug into Sara's pants, leaving small tears in the fabric, while Sara was trying to shake her off. Sara rolled over before Helena grabbed her by her hands. Sara tried to shake her off, causing for her hands to slip out of her gloves, while Helena staggered back and fell over the railing.
"Helena!" Sara cried out as she looked down, noticing that Helena had fallen to the lower balcony. Helena winked before she ran across the balcony up the railing and jumped onto the opposite rooftop.
Sara followed Helena but midjump she felt a scratch as the sharp edge of the railing ripped through her leggings on her right leg along the seam, making a long tear across her pants as she ended up jumping through an open window of another apartment. Sara was about to go to the door to the rooftop, when she heard barking and turned to see a dog, who must have assumed she was breaking in and dug his teeth into her pants at the loose part of fabric from the tear. Sara tried to shake the dog off but in the struggle the tear just opened wider with no utility belt to stop it, ripping more of the fabric until there was a tear at the right side of Sara's costume, from the ankles to her waist until Sara shook the dog off and ran to the door and went out and shut the door, sighing in relief.
Sara was blushing in dismay at her right half of her suit in shreds hanging off her body. She only hoped that no one was seeing her. She would never hear the end of it, if Oliver, Laurel, Felicity or someone else found out. Plus, the bare skin on her hip made it obvious she was not wearing any panties, so, she was lucky her pants had not come off completely. Sara tried to tie the ripped leg of her pants like makeshift belt to hold her suit together but the leggings weren't long enough and her waist was very thin, so she was just tearing more of her suit until it was almost up to her armpit as she groaned and gave up, panicking. Sara went to the rooftop, trying to limit her movement to avoid ripping her suit further, while a naked Helena was on the opposite rooftop already. Sara rushed to follow as the tear in her costume opened wider until her legging and sleeve were practically hanging on her arm and leg.
Sara stopped, when the loose legging and sleeve were caught in the fan of the vent of an air conditioning unit. "Oh, no." She panicked.
If Helena had not taken her weapons away, Sara could have just cut the clothing off but with nothing to stop it, the vent began eating up her suit. Sara tried to pull away but the opposing forces caused for her to spin around as the right sleeve split apart, pulled into the vent and the force of the pull spun Sara around, ripping the suit across Sara's neckline to her left arm too and pulling the entire upper half off Sara and the connecting seam also ripped Sara's pants completely as she staggered on her feet. Before Sara could recover and get her clothes back, the air conditioning unit exploded and burst in small flames, destroying her suit.
"Damn it." Sara swore. Now she was out in the open, completely naked, with only thin lines of shadow and her trembling arms and veil of rain to cover her breasts and she put her other hand in between legs to cover her womanhood as well.
"Well, I didn't see this coming."
Sara blushed in utter embarrassment but tried to put on a straight face as she turned to see Helena, who was just as nude as her as the brunette looked at Sara with an amused grin and a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes, while they saw each other's scars.
"I'm sorry you've been through the same Hell as me if not worse but I can see why Oliver likes you." Helena said, amused, examining Sara's body now on display to her. "When I heard the explosion, I knew it had to be you but this is interesting. Nice features you've got there." She circled around Sara, who glared, the anger replacing the momentary embarrassment.
Roaring in rage, Sara pounced at Helena like a lion at its prey, clawing her fingers into Helena's shoulders as she glared, while Helena looked amused rather than angry or terrified before they realized that their naked bodies were pressed against each other. They stared at each other for a moment, Sara was more conflicted than anything, while Helena seemed to wait what happens next. Next thing she knew, Sara's lips touched hers and under any other circumstances, Helena would complain but she gave into the heat of the situation, their breasts pressed against each other. Sara pulled away, expecting the lovemaking session to go further, but next thing she knew, Helena pulled her head backwards and slammed as hard as she could against Sara's face, knocking her out.
As much as Helena enjoyed the prolonged shower, she had decided to return home as she ran to the edge of the rooftop and jumped towards another, making her way back to her apartment.
The raindrops splashing on Sara's bare skin and face made her come to as she woke up and rubbed her face, cursing herself for giving into her baser instincts and giving Helena an opening to escape. She got up as she rubbed the bruises and dirt marks on her body that were washing off due to the rain and after the improvised shower, Sara decided to get some payback as she made her way back to Helena's apartment, still naked.
Sara entered through the balcony window into the living room and entered the corridor before she heard footsteps and climbed up to the ceiling, with her arms and legs spread like a starfish, while unaware Helena, now with the towel across her torso, passed by her but stopped upon sensing something above her. Helena looked up, just as Sara got the drop on her as both girls fell down on the floor with a wet heavy smack. Helena rolled away, with the towel falling off her, while both girls got up on their feet.
"Want me to kick your naked ass again?" Helena asked.
"How about if I did?" Sara challenged.
They began exchanging blows but Helena grabbed Sara by her arms, tackling her down as their breasts were pressed against each other. Each had grappled one arm around her opponent's arm, while their other arms were around their bodies before Helena shoved Sara back and threw her into another room. Helena approached, when Sara kicked her in the stomach hard as Helena bent over. Sara tried to kick her again but Helena grabbed her by her foot and rolled her over, pinning Sara down, while grabbing her by her wrists, restraining her, while placing her knee on Sara's back but due to their bodies still wet, their skin was slippery as Sara freed herself by shaking wildly, with Helena loosening the grip, Sara's hand slipping away from Helena's as the brunette fell down on her butt hard.
Both girls got up as Helena tackled Sara into the bedroom and fell to the mattress that softened their fall. Both girls were having a fast-paced exchange of smacks until Sara grabbed Helena's wrists and pinned her to the bed. Sara grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the nearby desk within her reach but Helena kneed Sara in the groin, forcing Sara to let go as the wind was knocked out of her as Sara stumbled back. Helena rushed at Sara and grabbed her by her arms, trying to tackle her down but upon hitting the floor, Sara used the momentum and with her legs against Helena's chest as a leverage, Sara tossed her to the balcony window while Helena held onto the railing before she would fall. Sara's eyes widened, she didn't want to kill Helena. She approached Helena and offered her hand. Helena took it, only for Sara to lock the cuff around Helena's wrist before wrapping the chain around the railing and placing the other cuff on Helena's other hand.
"Hey! Not fair!" Helena protested.
"This was fun but game's over." Sara winked.
She went back inside to the apartment and began checking the drawers. As fun as it was to fight in the nude, in a way, no way she was going to go home butt naked. Soon enough, Sara found herself some clothes good enough for her to go home, which was a shirt with jeans and a hoodie. Sara then picked a phone and dialed Felicity, ordering her to call the police before Helena had a chance to escape. Even if they wouldn't arrive in time to arrest her, Sara settled for humiliating Helena by handcuffing her naked body to the outside of her own apartment in the cold and rain was just to humiliate her.
Helena was hanging by her wrists from the railing of her balcony, naked and wet, the rain showering on her as she climbed up and smiled. Did Sara really think that handcuffs would stop her? Helena dislocated her thumbs, grunting in pain and freed herself before readjusting her thumbs back with another grunt and crack of bones, while rubbing her wrists. Well, this naked fighting session was fun, in a way and Helena let Sara enjoy her victory. She would have her payback. But now she just needed to get dressed and take her money and leave before the SCPD would arrive.
Sara later returned to the lair, where she saw Felicity at the computers, examining a footage of two female silhouettes that were naked on the rooftop as her eyes widened and Sara blushed.
"How did you manage to get each other naked?" Felicity asked, amused as she turned to Sara, whose face was red with utter embarrassment.
"Felicity, can you please delete it?" Sara asked.
"Don't worry. I shut the CCTV cameras there to make sure it's not more humiliating for you, I'll delete it right away." Felicity said.
"Thank you." Sara nodded, grateful as she left.
Unknowing to her, Felicity smirked as she clicked 'SEND'
"How many people did Felicity send it to?" Sara asked.
"Just me and Laurel and Thea and Roy and your Dad. Maybe few others too." Oliver said and Sara groaned as she buried her face into a pillow and he patted her on her back. "Come on, it's not like anyone else is going to figure it out it's you."
In the District Attorney's office, Laurel was covering her mouth and giggling and blushing. Well, Sara had turned much wilder than Laurel remembered. Oh, Laurel was not going to let her sister live this down anytime soon.
In the SCPD, Quentin was rubbing his face as he pressed 'DELETE'. He didn't want to blame Oliver for Quentin's daughter being humiliated, but, really, ever since Oliver had returned from Lian Yu, the life of Quentin and his family was becoming crazier and crazier.
In the loft, Roy and Thea were laughing out loud, while watching the video on her phone.
"This is even better than Ollie's scandals before the Gambit!" Thea said, blushing from her laughter, with her face on Roy's legs as he snickered.
"Fighting butt naked and losing the clothes in a vent." Roy said in between snickers.
Back in the lair, Felicity, Dinah, Rene, Curtis and Rory were laughing out loud as Felicity showed them the video.
"How can she be so unlucky?" Dinah asked, amused.
"Send me a copy." Rene said as he snickered.
"Oh, I will." Felicity smirked.
In Saint and Sinners bar in Central City, Mick Rory was laughing hysterically as he fell down, while he and Leonard and Lisa Snarts were watching the video on their phones.
"Butt naked blondie and Huntress, ha!" Mick said, amused.
"Typical Lance luck." Lisa said, grinning while Snart shook his head as he drank his beer, smiling in amusement.
In S.T.A.R. Labs, there was laughter echoing like from a sitcom before Barry, Cisco, Caitlin, Jesse, Joe, Ralph, Allegra, Cecile and Harry got ahold of themselves, with their faces red and eyes wet from laughing so much.
"That is why you need to watch out your clothes don't get caught in something!" Joe said.
"The only time this happened was with Bette." Barry reminded when his suit blew up, while they were watching the video.
As I said before in some of my other stories, our writing should not reflect who we are in real life and I am not going to deny that I am a hot-blooded male who finds some hot girls sexy and has some ideas about nudity-related embarrassing situations or moments with heavy sexual content and graphic nudity but I do not want you to get a wrong picture and assume that I am a perv or a creep and you have to admit how sexy both Caity Lotz and Jessica de Gouw are.