A/N: This chapter is rated M for smut. Please don't read if you have a problem with that!
TW: There is a conversation about death in this chapter, and while there is no explicit mention of suicidal thoughts/ideation, it could potentially be triggering, so I wanted to put this warning in just in case.
The lyrics at the end of the chapter are from The Lumineers' song "Sleep on the Floor"
I hope you all enjoy this extra long chapter!
good Trouble
Part IV: I'm here tonight and I want her
The bonfire crackled, sending bits of charred wood and ash up into the darkened night sky. Sara watched as one particularly large piece of ash, still glowing red with heat, drifted slowly back to earth, landing in the grass near her feet.
She pressed the button on her phone to light up the screen, wondering when Felicity would get there.
Nyssa's yard was filled with the usual weekend crowd; she knew Nyssa hated to be alone when her dad was out of town (this became even more true after her older sister had started college this year).
She didn't know when her ability to have fun seemed to hinge on Felicity's presence, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"Hey," Nyssa said, sitting on the bench next to her.
Sara replied with a smile, "Hey. Nice party."
Nyssa shot her a knowing smile and handed her a beer. "You don't look like you're having much fun over here. I've seen you check your phone three times in the past fifteen minutes."
Sara just shrugged taking a sip from the beer. She said, "I'm fine."
Waiting a beat, Nyssa said softly, "You like her, don't you? Felicity."
Sara met her eyes carefully. Nyssa had taken it well, when Sara had put an end to the casual friends-with-benefits thing they were doing. Sara hadn't known that Nyssa still had feelings for her until Felicity had told her, and she realized that having a friends-with-benefits relationship wasn't fair to the other girl. Even so, she wasn't sure how Nyssa would handle Sara having feelings for someone else, and she never wanted to do anything to hurt Nyssa. Nyssa had helped her through so much; had been there for her after her mom died. Sara would always care about Nyssa, but she couldn't help that her feelings for the other girl had changed.
Sara nodded once in confirmation. There was no use trying to lie; Nyssa knew her too well.
Nyssa turned to stare into the fire and continued, "You've been spending a lot of time together lately. Do you think she might like you back?"
Shaking her head, Sara's eyes dropped down the beer she now held between her knees. "She's into Ollie."
Nyssa hummed. She didn't sound convinced.
Sara didn't question her, though. She honestly didn't feel like talking about it. When she had become friends with Felicity a little over a month ago, she'd had a tiny crush on the girl. Who wouldn't? Felicity was adorable, and sweet, and super smart. She'd had no way of knowing just how much her feelings would develop over time. The more time they spent together (and as Nyssa alluded to, they had been spending a lot of time together), the harder Sara fell. And now she was in a place no one ever wanted to be, pining after someone who was into someone else.
"Speak of the devil," Nyssa said. Sara lifted her head and saw Felicity rounding the side of the house with Barry, Amaya, and a few people Sara recognized but didn't know. "Do you know who's with them?"
Sara shook her head. "No."
"Well, let's go say 'hi' and introduce ourselves!" Nyssa bumped their shoulders together before standing and heading toward the newcomers.
They reached Felicity at the same time Oliver did, so Sara had to watch as Ollie slung his arm over Felicity's shoulders and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Blushing slightly, Felicity's eyes flickered over to meet Sara's. Sara quickly looked away.
Nyssa swooped in, asking, "Who are your friends?"
"These are Felicity's friends Curtis, Cisco, and Caitlyn," Amaya said. "We were all working on our bridges for STEM club earlier today. I hope it's okay that we invited them to come along."
"Of course!" Nyssa replied, enthusiastically. Sara recognized the look in Nyssa's eyes as she looked Caitlyn up and down. "We have Bio together, don't we?"
Caitlyn nodded with a smile.
"You're really smart," Nyssa complimented, shifting closer. "Do you want something to drink?"
Nyssa led Caitlyn away after Felicity urged her to 'go have fun!' and the rest of the group also began to disperse.
Felicity smiled at her, slipping out of Oliver's embrace. "Sara! I have something for you," she said all sing-songy.
Sara smiled at her, feeling pleased that Felicity's attention had shifted from Oliver to herself. "What?" she asked, sounding intrigued, yet skeptical.
She reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a cookie wrapped in cellophane. She smiled saying, "It's that time of year."
Sara's brows furrowed, confused.
"You don't remember?" Felicity's tone was teasingly accusatory. Sara shrugged, shaking her head, but her smile had grown at Felicity's playfulness. "I got you a pumpkin spice cookie! You said you'd try it, remember?"
Laughing, Sara took the proffered cookie. "Oh my god, I forgot about that. Thank you."
"Aren't you gonna try it?" Felicity asked as Ollie took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. Sara's eyes immediately zoned in on their clasped hands. When had they become a thing? She knew they had gone on a date, but she had been under the impression that they were still pretty casual. The way Ollie had greeted her and now held her hand didn't seem casual; it seemed possessive, like he was staking his claim.
Tearing her eyes away and back to Felicity's she said with a small chuckle, "Right now?"
Felicity just nodded excitedly, so Sara unwrapped the cellophane and tore off a piece of the cookie with her fingers.
Sara nodded, swallowing. "It is good," she confirmed. Felicity's eyes sparkled as she smiled triumphantly.
"Hey, Felicity, let's go get drinks," Oliver said, tugging gently on their linked hands.
Felicity shifted her eyes from Sara to Oliver. "Oh, um, yeah sure."
As Ollie pulled her away, Felicity turned back to look Sara. It felt weird to see Felicity being led around the party by someone other than herself.
As the party went on, Sara began to notice that everyone seemed to be pairing off. Nyssa was flirting with Felicity's friend Caitlyn, Oliver had hardly left Felicity's side, there was Barry and Iris, Dig and Lyla, and Amaya and Nate. At some point Laurel had shown up (which was kind of weird. She hadn't been to a group hang-out since her break up with Ollie, but Sara supposed that it had been a few months now and maybe she was over it) and was now hanging all over Tommy.
Sara just drank more.
. . .
Felicity was feeling warm and tingly. She'd had a few of those yummy wine coolers and was finally feeling a calming, happy buzz. Things had felt sort of awkward when she'd first arrived, and she knew that was because of her split feelings for Oliver and Sara.
It seemed after their date last weekend that Oliver had decided he was into her, because he hadn't left her side all night. It felt nice to have his attention focused on her, and his arm around her shoulders kept her warm in the chilly October air, but his presence had meant that she hadn't been able to hang out with Sara really at all.
She missed goofing around with her. Sara didn't seem to be having much fun, Felicity had noted as she stared across the fire at her. She wasn't really talking much to anyone and seemed to have a permanent frown plastered across her face. Felicity wondered what was upsetting her.
Oliver leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Come inside with me?"
She didn't really want to leave the group around the fire, but she felt like she should go with him since he asked, so she nodded. Sara didn't even look up at her as they walked past, and Felicity hoped she wasn't mad at her for some reason.
Once inside, Oliver pulled her into an empty bedroom. "I've been wanting to do this all night," he said as he slipped one hand behind her head to tug her closer. His lips met hers, and Felicity sighed into the kiss.
She tried to get into it, really she did, but her mind was elsewhere. She was worried about Sara. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that Sara had not been her usual boisterous self all night. She seemed mopey and she had drank a lot.
Oliver's hands trailed down her sides and around to the backs of her thighs where he gently applied more pressure. She followed his lead, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist as he carried her over to the bed.
She wondered if maybe Sara was upset because Nyssa had been flirting with Caitlyn all night. She didn't think so, Sara seemed to be over Nyssa.
Oliver's hands trailed up her stomach as he kissed down her neck. "Is this okay?" he asked, as his hand found her breast.
Felicity nodded, trying to be present with Oliver. This had been what she had wanted since Freshman year, to feel the weight of his body pinning hers to a bed as his mouth explored hers. But that didn't seem to register at the moment, as she was still distracted by thoughts of Sara. This was the first time since they'd begun to hang out that they were at the same place but had hardly spent any time together. Felicity wondered if maybe that's what had caused Sara's mood, but she almost immediately pushed the thought away, feeling somewhat conceited for thinking it. Sara had tons of friends; Felicity wasn't that important.
But once the thought was there, it kept creeping back into her brain. Was it possible that Sara returned Felicity's feelings? Felicity found it hard to believe, since Sara was just so much cooler and more exciting than she was, but Sara did like spending time with her. She attempted to block those thoughts out, because she really didn't want to get her hopes up. Either way, Sara had mentioned that she didn't want to be tied down by a girlfriend, so the point was moot. Reciprocated feelings or not, Felicity would never be able to be with Sara Lance.
Felicity knew that she should be happy to be with Oliver; she had liked him for so long and she finally had the chance to be with him. If his enthusiasm was any indication, he liked her, too. She knew that she needed to put thoughts of Sara out of her head for the time being and give this thing with Oliver a real chance.
They made out for awhile, and Felicity was finally able to focus on how nice it felt to be with him.
Later, they rejoined the party with fresh drinks in hand. Felicity looked around for Sara, but didn't see her. She wondered if she had left, and if she had, Felicity hoped she hadn't driven.
Caitlyn shot her a knowing smile, her eyes darting between Felicity and Oliver as they took a seat at the fire pit. Felicity wondered how long she and Oliver had been gone. It hadn't felt long, but it must have been noticeable. Felicity returned her intrigued grin with one of her own, as she mimicked Caitlyn, only eyes darted back and forth between her friend and Nyssa, who was seated next to Caitlyn, their thighs pressed together. Caitlyn just smiled and shrugged.
"Oh my god," Nyssa said, drawing Felicity's attention. Nyssa was up on her feet in an instant, heading in the direction toward her house. "Sara!" she called. "What are you doing?!"
Felicity gasped as she took in the sight that had drawn Nyssa's attention. Sara had clambered up onto the deck railing and was attempting to cross it like a balance beam.
Sara grinned down at them shouting, "I'm livening up this dull-ass party."
"Sara, get down!" Felicity yelled up to her. She didn't even remember walking from the fire pit to the pool below the deck. Her heart thudded in her chest. Sara was drunk and drunk people do not have good balance.
Sara dangled her beer carelessly in her hand as she took an exaggerated step forward, swinging her foot down off the rail.
The rest of the crowd of teenagers had assembled around the pool, staring up at Sara in trepidation and horror. It was like everyone knew something bad was about to happen.
"Please, Sara. You're going to hurt yourself," Laurel called, her voice wavering slightly with fear.
Sara stared down at them through heavy-lidded eyes and frowned. "Alright, alright. Sheesh! You guys are no fun."
As she turned to jump back onto the deck, it was like everything happened in slow motion. Felicity watched as Sara's foot slipped against the railing, sending her off-balance. The arm that was holding her beer shot up above her head, flinging amber liquid everywhere as she attempted to regain her balance. But she couldn't. Instead, she fell backwards off the deck and straight down into the pool.
Nyssa and Laurel screamed. Felicity lost her voice. Everyone stood frozen in shock as they stared into the pool. Seconds that felt like minutes passed until Sara broke through the surface of the water, sputtering and coughing, arms flinging wildly as she made her way to the edge of the pool. Oliver and Tommy helped pull her out, and she rolled onto her side on the concrete and coughed the last bit of water out of her lungs.
"Holy shit," she said with a laugh once she had caught her breath. No one laughed with her.
"That wasn't funny, Sara," Nyssa said with a frown.
Sara rolled onto her back and frowned at the disapproving faces above her. Some of the crowd began to disperse knowing that Sara was okay.
"It's just Sara being Sara," Laurel said, sounding frustrated and angry.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Laurel," she began, but Laurel shook her head.
"No, Sara! You'd think that after losing Mom you'd stop being so reckless. You're so selfish!" she shouted. She shook her head, and it was as if she wanted to say more, but she simply turned and walked away. Tommy followed after her.
Nyssa offered her hand to Sara and pulled her up. "Come on. You can borrow some of my clothes."
Felicity trailed behind as Nyssa led Sara to her room. Nyssa dug around in her dresser and tossed a t-shirt and a pair of soffe shorts onto the bed. Sara changed quickly out of her wet clothes, not phased at all by the presence of Nyssa and Felicity in the room. Once fully clothed, she sat heavily on the edge of Nyssa's bed.
"Go on; climb in. You can stay here tonight," Nyssa commanded, and Sara did as she was told, peeling the covers back and slipping underneath.
Laying her hand on Felicity's arm, Nyssa said quietly, "I'm going to get her a glass of water. Do you want to stay here with her?"
Felicity didn't know how Nyssa knew that's exactly what she wanted to do, but she nodded, deciding not to question it.
"Do you want to borrow some clothes to sleep in, too?" Nyssa asked.
"Sure. Thanks, Nyssa. Will you tell Oliver and Caitlyn where I am?" Curtis and Cisco had already left.
"Of course." Nyssa found another t-shirt and pair of shorts and handed them to Felicity, who changed quickly once Nyssa left to go fetch the glass of water.
"Hey," Felicity said quietly as she crawled into bed next to Sara. She pulled the comforter up to their chins and rolled onto her side so that she was facing Sara, their faces just inches apart.
"Hey," Sara replied quietly, tears shining unshed in her eyes. "Are you going to yell at me, too?"
"No," Felicity said, reaching forward to grab Sara's hand. It was still cold from the water. "but I am going to tell you how scary it was to see you fall like that. If you were a couple of feet further down the railing, you would have landed on the concrete. You could have died." Her voice was calm and even, intentionally non-accusatory.
"I know," Sara whispered and a tear slipped out from her eye and trailed across her nose. Felicity released her hand so that she could wipe it away.
Nyssa returned with two glasses of water. "Sit up," she said gently and then handed Sara the glass. Sara gulped the whole thing down, and then slid back underneath the covers.
"Thanks, Nyssa," she mumbled quietly.
Nyssa hummed in acknowledgment then said to Felicity as she set the second glass onto the nightstand, "You guys can share this one."
Felicity nodded, and Nyssa left the room to rejoin the party.
"Why'd you do it?" she asked once they were alone again.
Sara shrugged. "I don't know." She paused for a long moment. "Sometimes I just feel so numb; it's like I just need to do something to remind me that I'm alive. Like, I just want to make sure I get to feel and experience everything life has to offer while I can, because you just never know when you'll die. I know it's morbid."
"You were feeling numb tonight?" Felicity asked, stroking Sara's arm lightly with the tips of her fingers. "I noticed you seemed kind of down."
"It was just one of those nights."
"Why?"
"Sometimes," Sara whispered, "I wonder if I was supposed to die with my mom in the car accident."
Felicity's brow furrowed.
"I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes I feel like I cheated death. I've come close to dying three times already, well four if you want to count tonight. When I was a baby, I almost drowned in the bathtub. My dad left me alone for one minute and when he came back, he said I was face down in the water. He had to do CPR on me as a baby. Then, when I was eight, I poked at a beehive with a stick and got stung a bunch. I didn't know I was allergic until my throat started to swell up. And then there was the car accident." Sara's voice wavered slightly as she became emotional. "It was bad; the car flipped. Somehow, I only fractured my wrist, but Mom… It just doesn't make any sense. I just keep thinking that all of those times, I should have died, and somehow just got lucky each time. So, I know it's fucked up, but sometimes I think I put myself in situations to give death, or fate, or whatever, the opportunity to make things right; to take me if I'm not supposed to be here."
Felicity couldn't imagine having those heavy feelings weighing on her. Sara hid it so well most of the time. Pulling Sara close to her, she wrapped her arms tightly around the other girl. Her skin was cold; Felicity didn't know how she wasn't shivering.
She pulled away and wiped at Sara's tears. "Well," she began, "I think that if that were the case, fate would have worked itself out by now. Maybe instead of dying, you're actually supposed to have lived through all that. Maybe surviving was meant to shape your life in some way; help you become the person you're meant to be." The fearless thrill-seeker that you are; the girl who turns any mundane experience into something worthwhile and fun,Felicity finished in her head.
"Maybe." Sara laughed, "That's definitely a much more positive way to think about it."
"I'm glad you're alive," Felicity whispered, tucking some of Sara's damp hair behind her ear. "I don't know what I'd do without you in my life."
Sara smirked sleepily at her. "You'd be so boring without me." She punctuated her statement with a big yawn.
"True," Felicity agreed with an easy smile.
After everything that had happened that night, Felicity felt the need to be close to Sara, to make sure she was okay. So she rolled onto her side facing away from the other blonde and then shifted backwards until her back was pressed to Sara's front. If she needed to, she'd blame her clinginess on the alcohol.
She felt Sara sigh against her, and then felt an arm snake around her waist, pulling her closer. Felicity's heart thudded erratically in her chest at their intimate position. She knew there was nothing to it, really; just two friends seeking comfort in one another. But still, the weight of Sara's arm resting over her hips and curled against her stomach, the tickle of her breath evening out against the back of her neck, and the warmth of their bodies pressed together made her belly flip pleasantly while heat pooled between her thighs.
It was going to be a long night.
. . .
"Come on! It's Fall Break! What else are you gonna do?" Felicity pleaded.
"Literally anything other than go on a date with Tommy Merlyn." Sara deadpanned as she slammed the door to her locker shut.
Felicity rolled her eyes. "Okay. Double date was a really bad choice of words," she admitted as they began to walk to Lit together. "It's just a hang out. Please," she whined, stretching the length of the word. "I don't want to hang out with just Oliver and Tommy. It'd be so much more fun if you were there."
Felicity gave Sara her most winning smile, and that was how Sara ended up playing truth or dare on the beach on the Sunday night of Fall Break with Felicity, Ollie, and Tommy. The guys had started a small fire, and Sara stared across it at Ollie with his arm slung across Felicity's shoulders.
"Dare," Sara responded with a confident smirk, turning her attention back to Tommy.
His eyes sparkled wickedly. "I dare you to go streaking all the way to the pier."
Felicity's eyes widened, but Sara's confident smirk didn't even falter. If anything, it grew and morphed into an excited grin.
"But it's freezing!" Felicity protested for her.
Sara locked eyes with her, almost challengingly, and then crossed her arms over her torso to pull her sweatshirt up and over her head. She shivered and then said with a laugh, "It's invigorating! Come with me, Felicity!"
Felicity tilted her head and raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Are you crazy?!"
"Come on!" Sara urged, standing and pulling her pants down and off her legs, leaving her in just a bra and panties. "It'll be fun!"
Sara's excitement was catching, and Felicity found herself wanting to be a part of it; wanting to be adventurous, like Sara was. She smiled a little and shrugged. "Oh, why not?" she agreed with a shake of her head, a little surprised at what she was about to do.
She stood, and hurriedly pulled her shirt and pants off before she could change her mind. She noticed Oliver was discretely checking her out, and she blushed, realizing how exposed she was.
"Ah, ah," Tommy said with a shake of his head. "All of it has to come off." He indicated with his hand to their undergarments.
"Come here," Sara said, pulling Felicity farther away from the fire and into the shadows. They removed the final pieces of their clothing and tossed them back toward the fire. Tommy and Oliver cheered raucously.
"Okay," Sara said, her blue eyes shining in the moonlight as they locked with Felicity's. Felicity shivered and goosebumps rose up all over her skin. "Ready?"
Teeth chattering loudly, Felicity managed a nod.
A wide smile stretched across Sara's face. She clasped Felicity's hand in hers, let out a loud whoop of excitement, and then took off, pulling Felicity with her.
The cool fall breeze chilled her skin, but her heart pounded, pumping blood through her veins, warming her from the inside out. Adrenalin took over, and she raced alongside Sara, hands still clasped together between their bodies.
They reached the pier, and it was only then that Felicity realized they were both laughing giddily through heavy breaths. She felt exhilarated and high, maybe the best she'd ever felt in her life. She felt alive.
She looked over at Sara who was bent slightly at the waist, her hands resting on her thighs as she gasped for breath through a wide grin. Sara straightened her back and tilted her head up to face the star-speckled sky, stretching her arms out wide to her sides as she spun around in a slow circle.
Felicity could only stare at her, something like wonder washing over her features at the sight of her friend so carefree. Her perfectly toned, strong body, stretched in such a graceful way under the spotlight of the full moon. The peaceful smile that had settled on her face. The smooth, freckled skin that covered her arms, face, and chest. And her nipples, pink and taut in the cold night air.
Felicity took in the sight of her and couldn't deny the heat that flowed in insistent waves through her body to pool low and deep in her belly. She clenched her thighs together subconsciously and wondered for the millionth time what it would be like to kiss Sara Lance.
She felt the first raindrop at the same time that Sara did, her forehead scrunching up as icy, unpleasant droplets landed across her upturned face.
"Uh oh," Sara said, smile still in place as her eyes finally met Felicity's. She shrieked as lightning streaked across the sky, and a loud clap of thunder sounded shortly after. At that point, the heavens opened up, and rain pelted down on them in steady force.
"Let's go!" she shouted, reaching for Felicity's hand again. They raced back toward the boys and fire, still smiling even through the rain.
When they got back, the fire had been extinguished by the rain, and Oliver and Tommy were nowhere to be seen. Their previously discarded clothing was in a pile, nearly soaked through.
"Those wimps!" Sara exclaimed, digging through the clothing. "At least they were nice enough to put our phones underneath; they're still dry." Sara checked her texts quickly, using her own head to shelter her phone. "They texted and said they went back to Tommy's place if we want to meet them there."
Felicity stood nearby shivering, the cold finally getting to her. Her hair was soaked and plastered to her face as she stood naked and hunched over, arms wrapped tightly around her middle, waiting for Sara to tell her what they should do.
"I've got some extra clothes in my car. Come on!" Sara grabbed the bundle of wet clothing and took off toward the empty parking lot. She immediately went for her trunk, where she pulled out two hoodies and two pairs of running shorts. "They're cold, too, but at least they're dry!"
They quickly pulled the clothes on over their naked bodies and jumped into Sara's car. Sara immediately blasted the heat, turning the temperature knob as high as it would go. They sat in silence for a few minutes, shivering and attempting to warm themselves up by rubbing their hands together in front of the air vents and blowing on their icy fingers. Sara handed Felicity a scrunchie so she could pull her wet hair back and did the same with her own.
After a few moments, Felicity finally stopped shivering. She looked at Sara and started laughing uncontrollably. Sara joined her and they laughed hysterically for a few moments. When Felicity finally caught her breath, she said, "Wow; that was amazing!"
Sara laughed. "Who knew running naked on the beach in the pouring rain could feel so freeing." She reached for the knob on her radio, turning it until she settled on a song she liked. "I love this song."
Pack yourself a toothbrush dear
Pack yourself a favorite blouse
Take a withdrawal slip
Take all of your savings out
Felicity stared (rather unabashedly so) as Sara leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed a light pink, whether from exertion, the cold night air and rain, or the heat in the car, Felicity didn't know; and she had a small, content smile on her lips. She looked so beautiful.
Turning her head against the headrest, Sara opened her eyes and caught Felicity staring. "What?" she asked softly, content smile slowing transforming into a curious grin. Felicity felt her stomach flip at that look on her face, at the husky sound of her low voice.
'Cause if we don't leave this town
We might never make it out
I was not born to drown
Baby come on
Felicity swallowed. She felt courageous, maybe due to the adrenalin still overwhelming her system, so she asked, "Do you think I'm attractive?"
Sara's eyes narrowed slightly at her in suspicion. After a second, she pursed her lips and said, "I think you are gorgeous, inside and out."
Felicity groaned softly. With a roll of her eyes she said, "That feels like a cop out."
With a small, incredulous laugh, Sara balked, "It's not!" Her eyes softened then, maybe realizing that Felicity was serious. Holding eye contact, Sara continued, "I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Sometimes, when I look at you, my breath stops."
Forget what Father Brennan said
We were not born in sin
Leave a note on your bed
Let your mother know you're safe
And by the time she wakes
We'll have driven through the state
We'll have driven through the night
Baby come on
Felicity blushed a little at Sara's honesty. She felt that exact same way about Sara. Did that mean Sara was attracted to her, too? Or was she just trying to be a good friend, and reassure Felicity. Either way, Felicity had to know more.
"So," she began hesitantly, averting her eyes from Sara's intense eye contact. "Why haven't you ever, like, hit on me or made a move?"
Laughing loudly, Sara quickly replied as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, "Because you're straight! And you like Ollie!"
"Okay," Felicity pressed on nervously. "But if I wasn't straight?"
"Well then," she hummed, her confident, teasing smirk firmly in place. "I'd hit on you, no question, and you wouldn't be able to resist my charm."
Felicity didn't laugh at Sara's teasing; the moment felt too heavy. She knew that Sara thought she was just being hypothetical for the fun of it, but Sara had given her the answer she had wanted; Sara found Felicity attractive. And now, she wanted to make it clear that it wasn't just a hypothetical.
That she had liked Oliver, yes, but the thing was, whenever she was with Oliver, she was always thinking about Sara. Oliver was sweet, and caring, and attractive, but Sara… Sara was reckless. Sara kissed boys and girls, and didn't care what anyone thought. She was the truest version of herself, and Felicity had fallen for her.
If the sun don't shine on me today
And if the subways flood and bridges break
Will you lay yourself down and dig your grave
Or will you rail against your dying day
When Sara noticed that Felicity wasn't laughing, her lips turned down into a tiny frown and her eyebrows scrunched together in slight confusion.
Felicity stared into Sara's eyes and tried to will her to understand. She didn't know if she was brave enough to make the first move. Her eyes traveled down to Sara's full lips, and then back up to meet Sara's eyes. Take the hint, she chanted in her head.
Sara did. Her eyes widened slightly (almost comically if not for the heaviness of the moment) in realization, and suddenly, the car felt too hot. Sara's pupils expanded, darkening with desire and her own eyes flicked down to Felicity's lips as her tongue darted out to moisten her own.
"Felicity?" Sara softly questioned, seeking assurance that she was interpreting the situation correctly.
Seeing Sara's reaction, hearing the way she said her name, it was enough confirmation to Felicity that her feelings weren't one-sided. She leaned forward slowly, over the center console, eyes never leaving Sara's.
As she neared, Sara's eyelids fluttered shut. She tilted her own chin forward slightly and closed the remaining distance to press her lips to Felicity's.
Felicity's breathing halted and she felt like her brain was short-circuiting. Her heart pounded against the inside of her ribcage, pumping blood straight to her core, igniting a dull ache at the juncture of her thighs. Sara's lips were impossibly soft as they began to move hesitantly against hers.
Felicity had only just begun to respond when Sara broke the kiss and pulled back slowly. Sara's eyes fluttered open to meet her own. Both sets were darkened blue with lust. Sara's lips turned up in slow, dimpled smile.
"Wow," Felicity whispered, her eyes moving back toward Sara's moistened lips. She wanted to kiss her again.
Sara must have been testing the waters, waiting for Felicity's reaction. She seemed to get what she wanted, because suddenly, Sara's hand was slipping behind her head, up under her ponytail, to tug her face back to Sara's. This time, their mouths collided in a kiss much more desperate and demanding than their first. Sara sucked Felicity's lower lip in between her own as her other hand found its way to her waist, pushing up under the hoodie to press against the skin there as she tightened her grip.
Felicity almost couldn't think, her brain merely chanted you're kissing Sara Lance. Sara fucking Lance, over and over as if she needed a reminder; as if she could forget. Her own hands reached clumsily for Sara, one landing on Sara's shoulder and the other coming to rest on her hip. While she wished to feel Sara's skin against her fingertips, she was too shy to slip her own hands under Sara's hoodie.
Sara took Felicity's bottom lip gently between her teeth and pulled back slightly, tugging her lip with her. The action made Felicity moan as a dull throbbing began between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open to meet Sara's teasing smile as she released the captured lip.
Felicity surged forward pressing her own smile to Sara's once more, needing to kiss her again. Now that she had started, she didn't know if she could ever stop. She was addicted and Sara's lips were her drug. The hand that had rested on Sara's shoulder trailed up her neck to cup her face, her fingers weaving into the still-wet hair at the base of Sara's haphazard ponytail. She tried to push herself closer, wanting to feel more of Sara, but her hip was uncomfortably pressing into the center console of the car.
Seeming to sense her frustration, the hand that gripped at her waist tugged insistently, and Sara whispered against her lips, "C'mere."
Not sure exactly where she was going, she followed Sara's guidance as the other girl dragged her over the console to clumsily topple down on Sara's body in the driver's seat.
The girls giggled at the less than graceful maneuver, the laughter only adding to how high Felicity felt in this moment.
With Felicity straddling her lap, Sara kept one hand on her hip to keep her steady as she leaned forward, pressing her face into Felicity's neck, and reached her other hand down under the seat to pull the lever that would allow the seat to adjust further back away from the steering wheel, giving them more room.
Felicity yelped in surprise as the seat rolled back suddenly. Sara sunk her teeth lightly into Felicity's neck in response to the cute sound, which made the yelp morph into a breathy moan, before pulling back slightly. She found the other lever on the side of the seat and lowered the back of the chair so that they could be in a more reclined position.
"Is this okay?" Sara asked softly, reaching her hand up to trace her fingertips softly along Felicity's jawline.
Felicity nodded, not able to find her voice. Looking down at Sara beneath her, she was suddenly overcome with emotion. This was what she wanted; to be with Sara in this way, not just as friends, but as more. Sara looked so beautiful, gazing up at her with shining eyes through hooded lids, heavy with arousal. The smile she wore at the moment was different from the smiles Felicity had become familiar with over the previous weeks; there was no smugness in it, no teasing or self-satisfaction. It was similar to the smile she wore as she had gazed up at the starry sky earlier that night at the pier; happy, content, hopeful.
She felt Sara drag her nails up her stomach, underneath the oversized hoodie. Sara's hands were warm from the car heater as she palmed each of Felicity's breasts, squeezing them lightly. Felicity clutched onto the back of the seat behind Sara's head to keep herself suspended above the other girl.
Sara stretched her neck up, seeking Felicity's lips again. She kissed her slowly, purposefully, slipping her tongue past Felicity's lips to lick at Felicity's tongue, the inside of her cheek, and the roof of her mouth. At the same time, she squeezed one of Felicity's breasts with one of her hands and rolled the hardened nipple of her other breast in between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. It was erotic, and Felicity found herself unconsciously grinding down onto Sara's thigh, seeking some ounce of friction to relieve the ache that had built up inside her.
Sara moaned, and Felicity wondered if she could feel how wet she was through the thin material of her running shorts. She felt slightly embarrassed for her own wanton actions, but she didn't care as she felt Sara's hands grip her hips to pull her tighter against her thigh.
Felicity gasped at the feeling of it all, the hard muscle of Sara's thigh, the material of the shorts, her own slickness. She had never felt anything like it; never felt anything this good before. She sucked on Sara's lip as Sara guided her hips back and forth against her thigh, creating the most exquisite friction against her sex.
"God," Felicity moaned, releasing Sara's lip. Her sex pulsed with pleasure.
"Can I touch you?" Sara asked.
Felicity bit her lip and nodded. She hadn't felt ready to go this far with Oliver, but with Sara, it felt right. She wanted Sara to touch her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her entire life.
Sara's hands pushed Felicity up off Sara's thigh, so that Felicity was now kneeling above Sara. Her fingertips ghosted up Felicity's bare thigh, light and tickling. Felicity's breath caught as Sara's fingers neared the hem of her running shorts. Her thighs trembled in anticipation as Sara's fingers finally slipped up through the wide leg of the shorts. Staring down at Sara's face, at her dimpled smile, Felicity knew the other girl was teasing her with her achingly slow movements.
Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, as Sara finally ran her finger along the length of Felicity's wet slit. Sara's thumb pressed lightly against her clit, and Felicity felt shockwaves pulse through her; she thought she saw stars. It felt amazing.
Moaning, she lowered herself slightly, seeking firmer contact, as Sara's fingers began to find a rhythm exploring Felicity's warm, wet folds. After the buildup and the newness of it all, it didn't take long to get Felicity worked up. Sara continued with the pace she'd set, listening as Felicity panted above her, making the most adorable whimpering sounds. As Felicity's breathing became a bit more erratic, Sara increased the speed and pressure of her fingers until Felicity came undone above her with wide eyes and a soft moan.
Felicity's arms finally gave out, and she collapsed on top of Sara, panting. "Wow." She pressed a kiss into Sara's neck.
Sara wiped her hand on her shorts. Her other hand slipped up under the back of Felicity's hoodie to rub her back softly.
Felicity lifted her head and giggled.
"What?" Sara asked huskily with a small, happy smile.
What she didn't say was that a memory had popped into her head about Sara calling Oliver cliché for making out with Felicity in his car. "We fogged up the windows," Felicity replied instead, shifting slightly to give Sara more room in the cramped space.
Sara moaned softly as Felicity's knee pressed lightly into her center. Maybe it was post-orgasm confidence, but she was suddenly feeling much more bold. She pressed her knee more firmly against Sara and watched as Sara bucked up against her, her eyes falling closed at the pleasurable feeling.
Felicity leaned down and whispered against Sara's ear, "I want to touch you."
Sara shivered beneath her. Her newfound confidence made it easy now to slip her hands underneath Sara's hoodie to feel the muscles she had admired on the beach earlier that night. She felt them quiver underneath her fingertips.
Mimicking what Sara had done to her earlier, she squeezed gently at Sara's breasts, wishing she could pull the sweatshirt off so that she could see the other girl laying bare beneath her. She knew that probably wasn't a good idea, since they were in a public parking lot and there was a chance someone could see them.
She leaned forward to press her lips to Sara's, and Sara responded enthusiastically, pushing her hips up to grind herself harder against Felicity's leg. Felicity got the hint; she knew what Sara wanted. Still, she was nervous.
She broke the kiss and said quietly, "I want to touch you the way you touched me… but I've never… done that before."
Sara grinned. "I believe in you," she teased, her own fingers tickling the skin over Felicity's ribs.
Smiling at the vote of confidence, Felicity trailed her hand down Sara's torso to the waistband of her shorts. Because she was nervous, she let the scientist in her take over. Really, this was a learning experience; an experiment examining how best to please Sara Lance sexually.
Observing Sara's reaction, Felicity slipped her fingers past the fabric of the other girl's shorts and slowly drug her finger through Sara's slick folds. Sara's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at the touch, her hips shifting up against Felicity's hand. And she was so wet. Felicity couldn't help but feel proud of that discovery, knowing that it was she who had been the cause of it.
Experimentally, she applied pressure to the bundle of nerves at the apex of Sara's thighs.
Sara's dark eyes met hers, and she whispered, "Yes, there."
Felicity clumsily drew circles against the bundle of nerves with her thumb as her forefinger teased at Sara's entrance. Sara bucked her hips forward, causing Felicity's finger to dip inside. Sara gasping her name. Felicity pushed more fully into her, feeling Sara's warm, sticky walls squeeze around her finger.
"Feels so good," Sara managed, encouraging Felicity on. Felicity pumped her finger, pressing along Sara's inner wall, earning moan after moan from the other girl. She noted Sara's differing responses when she varied her touch, making sure to repeat the ones that caused the other girl to moan her name. When she combined pumping her finger along Sara's inner wall with firm pressure to her clit, Sara came with Felicity's name on her lips.
Immediately, Sara was pulling Felicity down to her to connect their mouths in a lazy, satiated kiss.
When they broke the kiss, Felicity asked shyly, "Was that okay?"
Sara smiled and reached up to tuck a strand of Felicity's hair that had managed to come loose from her ponytail behind her ear. "It was perfect."
Felicity sighed, relieved and happy. She lay down, wedged in between Sara and the center console of the car and wrapped her arm loosely across Sara's stomach. She buried her face in Sara's neck and hoped she'd be able to do this again sometime; that it wasn't just a one-time thing.
Outside the rain continued to pound against the windows and roof of the car.
The last thing Felicity felt before she drifted off to sleep was Sara's arms encircling her waist and pulling her closer into her body.
Jesus Christ can't save me tonight
Put on your dress, yes wear something nice
Decide on me, yea decide on us
A/N: This is only the second time I've ever written smut, so I'd really appreciate some feedback on that scene as well as on the rest of the chapter!
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