(Again, this story is Rated M for a reason. There is/will be an alternate section written if anyone wants to read it)
Cut to Big Belly Burger
Thea and Jacob sat across from each other in a both off to the side. The restaurant was unusually quiet for this time of day, only a few tables were filled and only one waitress was around. The smell of grease and french fries permeated the air.
"Gee," Thea laughed. "Here i thought Renee was bad."
"Hey," Jacob shot back. "When i'm hungry, i'm hungry."
"Yea but three double stackers with everything?"
Jacob just shrugged and leaned back, clearly full. Thea sat there and just stared at him laughing.
"Well at least you've got something Renee doesn't," she sighed smirking at him.
"Whats that?" he asked, grinning lazily.
"That broken bird charm."
"Well, well, well," he taunted her. "If i didn't know any better i'd say you're flirting with me."
She instantly went silent, blushing slightly.
"That's not….i mean…." she stammered looking out the window. "Maybe i was wrong about needing that hoodie, it looks like it's going to rain."
"Nice subject change," he laughed.
"Tell me about her," she said, fidgeting with the ring around her necklace.
He paused for a second, caught off guard.
"You did say you would…" she pointed out.
"Yea, i guess you're right," he admitted, taking a breath. "She….no single word can explain her. She was miraculous, strong, fierce, beautiful, amazing. She had this way about her. I fell in love with her the minute i met her. I see a lot of her in your eyes, in your smile, hell even in the confident way you walk. Even when i was at my worst, she found something good in me. She was my equal, sometimes even better than me."
She smiled, hanging onto every word.
"We grew up with each other. I remember this one time after Ollie taught us both how to shoot bow, i was sitting in the kitchen talking to Grandma Moira when she handed me an apple and an arrow ended up pinning it to the wall. Thea stood in the doorway, smiling like crazy with a bow in her hand. Grandma Moira was furious about the wall but you could tell she was proud as hell. We spent most of our childhood competing with each other, till about high school. Then it all changed."
"How?" she asked, sincerely curious.
"Well.." he grinned mischievously. "That's something i'm going to hold onto."
"Oh come on!" she insisted.
"Nope."
She grumbled in silence for a minute, still fidgeting with the ring.
"What was the wedding like?" she asked quietly, looking down.
"The actual ceremony? Short but pretty huge. There must have been at least a hundred people there. All our family, vigilantes, heroes you name it, were there. You...i mean she, wore this elegant red dress. I was in a black and white tuxedo. It was perfect, Ollie even managed to talk Ray into officiating it."
"Ray Palmer?" she asked laughing. "He married...well remarried John and Lyla here."
"John and Lyla were married twice?" he asked astounded. "That's odd. On my earth you only marry once, divorce is unheard of."
"That must be nice. What about the hyphenating? I never imagined myself doing that."
"It's another thing singular to my earth," he laughed. "From what i understood, it was a way to remember both of the families, everyone did it; Lyla, Iris, Laurel…"
"How…" She stammered. "How did she die…"
"Prometheus," he started, choking up a bit. "He killed her…."
He coughed and shook his head.
"Not something i really want to talk about." He grunted, stabbing at his french fries with a fork.
"Oh, alright," she sighed. "Hey i know you're probably tired of sleeping in the infirmary, i have an apartment all to myself. It's not far from here if you want to…I used to share it with Laurel, but since she's gone, it gets kind of quiet."
"I'd like that," he replied smiling at her.
"Well let me take care of this and we'll go," she said, sliding out of the booth and standing up.
"Its raining," he laughed.
"I don't mind if you don't," she giggled mischievously.
He took one last drink of his soda, slid out of the booth and followed her. He held the door open for her, gaining a smile as they headed out into the rainy night.
They both fell through the doorway laughing, soaked to the bone and breathless. Thea tossed her keys onto the table and shrugged out of her jacket as Jacob shut the door behind them.
"I swear i didn't think it was going to downpour on us," she laughed unlacing her soggy boots.
"Ahuh sure," he laughed back, "And you weren't trying to race me that last block either."
"Hey! I was trying to get us both out of the rain faster is all." She giggled turning towards him.
Her boot caught her foot and she stumbled forwards, Jacob catching her as she did. For an endless second they stood there staring at each other in the eyes. The distance between them started to shrink as she straightened up and he leaned down as if to kiss her. He stopped and she smiled devilishly.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked quietly, staring at him.
He paused, then leaned down farther.
Suddenly a flash of lightning and a boom of thunder shattered the moment. With mumbled excuses and apologies, they broke apart.
"Showers just through there," she pointed out, shaking her head and turning away. "Just leave your clothes outside the door and i'll hang them up to dry."
He nodded and mumbled a confirmation and headed towards the shower. Thea sighed again, shaking her head firmly and flipped on the light switch, finding a small stack of clothing boxes on the table with a note attached to the topmost one. She immediately recognized the handwriting scrawled across it.
First two are for him, the note read, last one is for you. Felicity.
She sighed and opened the first two boxes. Inside the first were a few folded t shirts and two pairs of pants. The second had what looked like a men's dress outfit; shirt, pants and a vest. The third box she hesitated at. Carefully she peeled it open, finding a very erotic outfit. She picked up the first piece, a beautiful leather and lace corset in crimson. Underneath sat a matching pair of panties and the attaching straps. Seriously Felicity?! She thought, laying it back in the box and finding another small note. Find out, was all it said, in the same handwriting. She packed the third box back together, picked up a shirt and pants at random and carried them into her bedroom. Chucking the third package onto her bed, she knocked on the bathroom door. She could hear the water running and the steam rolled out from under the door.
"Jacob," she called. "I have some dry clothes out here for you. Felicity sent them so i'm sure they fit better."
She waited a second before the door opened slightly, Jacob clutching one of her towels around his waist. She could partly see his reflection in the semi fogged mirror, getting a very good view of his toned backside.
"Right, thanks," he smiled, taking them in one hand. He sat them behind him on the sink and reached down for the pile of soaking wet clothes he had borrowed.
She smiled, speechless, taking the clothes and heading to hang them up as the door shut. She laid each item over a chair in her dining room before heading back to her bedroom and peeling out of her shirt. With a jingle, her necklace tumbled back down and hung between her cleavage. She lifted the ring up, looking from it to the box on the bed.
Oh screw it, she thought to herself. She opened the bathroom door and crept in wordlessly. Jacob slid the curtain open, about to say something before he saw her standing there. Without so much as a sound, she peeled her pants off, letting them drop to the floor with a wet sound. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and let it land on the same pile. She slid her panties off, and sashayed towards him, stepping into the shower and pushing him against the wall.
"Thea what…" he started, only to be cut off by her standing up on her tiptoes and kissing him passionately. He stood frozen for a second before placing a hand on the back of her neck and returning the kiss.
She broke the kiss, breathless. The water was running down his shoulders in such a provocative way causing his muscles to be outlined in water. He looks utterly delicious, she thought, despite the stitches. Thea couldn't resist, she pulled him down. She trailed kisses down his neck, pausing every so often to lightly nibble on his skin. Down his chest she went, causing him to moan, gasp and groan as she got close to his stitches or still healing wounds. She paused over his nipples, flicking them lightly with her tongue and causing him to moan. She could feel his member (there's gotta be a better word) growing hard against her skin as she teased and tormented his nipples. Continuing down his chest, she purposely slipped her supple breasts around his cock, rubbing them gently around it. She kissed farther down, stopping just above his waistline and teasing him. Every kiss she planted caused him to shudder and his member to twitch in anticipation. Suddenly, she grabbed it in her hand and squeezed hard.
"This," she whispered in his ear, squeezing his cock again. "Is mine now. Do you understand?"
He sharply exhaled and shuddered again, nodding unable to speak.
"Good," she whispered again, parting his lips with her tongue and kissing him deeply.
She loosened her grip, softly sliding her hand over his length as she continued kissing him. He moaned into her kiss and twitched against her touch. She started to rub her hand over his member faster, grinding against him, breasts rubbing all over his chest. One of her nipples caught over a set of his stitches and he flinched, half in pleasure, half in pain. She moaned from the sharp touch and he reached up from where his arms dangled and grabbed both her breasts. Her eyes lit up in surprise as he lightly pinched her nipples. With a devilish smile, she squeezed his member a little harder in response. She brought her left hand down below his cock and started massaging his balls, causing him to sigh.
"Thea," Jacob called, placing a warm hand on her shoulder and breaking her out of her fantasy. "Showers all yours."
She breathed in sharply, shaking her head and blinking rapidly. Damn, she thought, just a daydream.
Turning around, she saw him in only the pants she had given him, shirt slung over his shoulder. His skin was still slightly damp and pink from the heat of the water. What i'd give to...she thought, catching herself.
"Right," she choked out, prying her eyes off his spectacular figure. "I guess i should get in then."
He nodded, eyes lingering on her half naked chest. With a stumble, he took a step back and turned around, heading for the couch. She hurried into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning against it. Her heart was pounding and her head spinning. What is it about this guy? She thought to herself. With a frustrated sigh, she shook her head and turned on the water. Hot water spilled out as she finished undressing, tossing her remaining clothes into a haphazard pile.
The heat from the water felt amazing after running through the cold rain. Her muscles started to relax as it pounded down, steam building up and filling the room again. She sighed as her mind began to race. A stranger, a man from another earth, is sleeping on my couch, she thought leaning against the shower wall, and i'm in here fantasizing about him….what the hell is wrong with me? She looked up to the shower nozzle and let water spray across her face before stepping back and rubbing her eyes.
With a sigh of frustration, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her chest, digging around the shelf for a smaller one. Finding a smaller one, she wrapped it around her hair to dry. She wiped the condensation off of the mirror and stared at her own reflection for a few minutes.
(Alternate section will start here. Available on request only)
I could use some sleep, she thought to herself as she noticed the dark circles beginning to form under her eyes.
SHe sighed, flipping the lights off and walked back into her bedroom. The whole apartment was silent as she slipped into a pair of shorts and shrugged on an oversized t shirt. She paused in the doorway between her room and the living room and listened. She could just barely hear the whisper of Jacobs breathing from the couch. SIlently, she padded into the living room and knelt down beside the arm of the couch. Jacob was mutterring in his sleep. She smiled and sat there for a few minutes, trying to make out what he was saying. Only a few words were audible.
"Tha….." he muttered, tossing slightly. "Thea….no…"
"Shhh," she whispered, brushing his damp hair out of his face. "Im here pretty bird…"
He continued muttering and started tossing more violently. After a few minutes he sat bolt upright, eyes flying open and looking around in confusion.
"Where…?" He asked scared, looking all around the room before his eyes adjusted to the dark and spotted Thea. "How.."
He shook his head before resting it in his hands, rubbing his eyes. Thea started to speak before he cut her off.
"That's right," he grunted, not looking up. "Different earth."
"Are you alright?" she asked, standing up and moving around the couch so she could sit beside him. "You were muttering in your sleep."
"Its nothing," he grunted, avoiding the question.
"You were muttering my name…" she whispered, folding her hands in her lap.
"Of course," he sighed shaking his head.
"Hey," she urged, caressing his check and trying to lift his head. "Look at me."
He fought for a second before turning to look at her. His eyes were bloodshot and the remains of tears were fading from his eyes. She stared into them for a a few minutes as he stared right back. Without another word, she leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips gently. She could feel his whole body suddenly tighten up before she pulled away, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead as well. He sat there speechless, staring at her. She smiled a kind, sympathetic smile before leaning in and kissing him again. This time his body did not tighten and he brought his hands up to the small of her back, pulling her closer. He could feel her smiling.
"Thea… I…" he started, breaking the kiss.
"Shh," she interrupted, placing two fingers over his lips before standing up from the couch. "No talking."
She grabbed his hands, pulling him up off the couch as well and towards her bedroom.
"But we…" he persisted, pulling back slightly.
"You'll sleep better in here," she insisted, pulling him into the bedroom and down onto the bed.
He landed beside her, with his head resting on her chest. Her heart thumped rhythmically in her chest, as she lightly brushed her fingers through his hair.
"I'm here," she whispered to him as his breathing slowed, falling asleep. "Don't worry, i'm not going anywhere."
He muttered something before falling completely asleep. She started humming a familiar tune before she fell asleep in turn.