Title: Where We Belong
Words: 2148.
Pairing: Laurel/Oliver/Tommy, Laurel/Joanna brotp.
Genre: Romance/Friendship.
Status: Done.

Summary: Laurel and Oliver wake up naked in bed together, only to find Tommy making breakfast for them and they must decide whether to public with their relationship or keep it behind closed doors.

Birds chirped, annoying at the window and Laurel groaned. God, what did they get up to last night? She didn't think she had that much to drink, but judging by the pounding in her head, it was suggested otherwise.

She groaned as she peeled her eyes open and saw Oliver in her bed. "Oh god," Laurel said, shocked. She didn't remember seeing him last night. Hell, she hadn't even remembered the last time she wanted to see him.

It was enough to wake him, "What the hell is going on?" He asked, sleepiness clearly evident in his voice. He rolled over and looked into her eyes. "Shit." He whispered.

"Yeah," She said as threw the sheet over and put her feet on the ground. She looked down. Shit. God dammit, she got naked with him, she cursed him. "What exactly happened last night?" She asked him.

He shook his head and screwed his eyes shut. "No idea," He said.

They both heard toast pop. "Who else came home with us?" She asked him as she rubbed her eyes.

"What part of no idea confused you this morning, Laur?" He asked as he stumbled around the room and looked for something to wear. He threw her his shirt and found his underwear, that was as decent as it was getting.

She put on the shirt and went out with him, only to find Tommy in the kitchen. "Ahh, you guys finally rolled out of the drunken stupor." He smiled to them.

"What happened last night, Tommy?" Laurel said as she yawned and sat at the bartop. Oliver was a surprise, but Tommy, she thought was an impossibility. God, she must have had a lot to drink last night if she couldn't remember anything. "And are you cooking breakfast?"

"Yes," He told her resolutely. "You guys decided to go out drinking and dancing and Thea called me at about two in the morning to come get you, because you guys were falling all over yourselves trying to tongue kiss and it creeped her out just a little. Not that she didn't love that you two were getting along so well."

"How'd we end up in bed together?" Oliver asked as he scratched his head.

Tommy shook his head. "Did you not hear the part about you two falling over each other trying to tongue kiss? You guys had a pretty wild night. I mean not that it wasn't enjoyable as fuck, but you guys clearly needed to be with each other."

"You mean?" Laurel asked, quietly. They hadn't really talked about this since Oliver came back. She knew that they did it regularly back when they all were younger and slightly more stupid, but they never talked about since Oliver came back from the island.

Tommy came over and took her face in his hands, "Yep, it was the three of us last night." He took Oliver's hand and brought him closer to them. "So do we want to talk about it?"

"How'd we get there?" Oliver asked with a grin on his face as he looked at both of his partners.

Tommy smiled, Oliver had always been the curious one. "Well, when Thea called me to get you two, you guys were excited. I managed to convince you to follow me to the car and I actually managed to get to settle in the backseat and buckle up. I turned on the music and you guys were insistent about singing Queen songs at the top of your lungs in between kisses. And when we got here, I opened the doors but you guys seemed more interested in the radio, so I convinced you there was something better upstairs. And I wasn't exactly wrong."

"You okay, Laur?" Oliver asked because she hadn't said anything.

She nodded to them. "I'm hungry. And my head is killing me. But this, it was really only a matter of time." She said as she held both of their hands.

Tommy gave her hand a squeeze and then fixed her a plate of breakfast, including hot coffee, a glass of cold water, and some pain medication for that throbbing headache.

"So do we want to do the same arrangement as last time?" Laurel asked.

It surprised them both because Laurel seemed to be more of a one person gal now, but she was on board with this. "Well, I mean, would it work? I was a regular feature in the news last time. It threw people off of us. Do we really want to try and start that again when it's gonna be a matter of time before people find out?" Oliver asked her as he bit into his toast. "I mean I'm on board with it, but you have your job to think about. You love your job."

"I also know I'm in love with the two best men on the planet." She told him as she gave him a kiss and he smiled at her coffee breath. "Besides, we don't have to decide right now. We can just do it as it feels right." She told him.

She went and changed Tommy drove her to her car and she went to work. Joanna was at the D.A.'s office, "So I heard about you and the boys."

"Yeah?" Laurel asked. "What'd you hear?"

Joanna smiled at her. Laurel being coy was a good sign. "Just that you and the boys were seen deliriously happy as you left Verdant." She said.

"That did happen, yes." Laure told her. Joanna was one of her best friends, but it was a little weird even talking to her about Tommy and Oliver who she literally shared everything with. Including partners. "Anything else?" She asked.

Joanna quirked her eyebrow, "Did something else happen?"

"Nope," Laurel shook her head as she opened her office. "So what can I do for you today?" She asked as she sat in her chair and went to get out her files.

Joanna smiled at her, "There is so something you're not telling me, spill. You never go from casual to business that fast, unless there's something to hide." She told her friend.

"I'm serious, Joanna, there's nothing." She insisted and looked to her files. "You were here about the Jones Case right?" She asked as she flipped through her files to find the right one.

Joanna stopped her for a minute. "You know you guys play a dangerous game. But you could change the way they see you." She told her friend.

"What do you mean?" Laure asked as she looked away and got the file out.

Joanna quirked her eyebrow up, "You could come forth with your relationship. It wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world, but at least you wouldn't be crucified in the papers for flipping between them."

Laurel laughed. If there was something she knew it was that no matter what decision she made, the newspapers were gonna have a field day. "It's a little more complicated than that. But is this your way of saying we have your support, Miss De La Vega?" She asked with a curious eye.

"You guys have always had my support because I've always known." Joanna smirked.

This took Laurel by surprise. She was sure they were pretty careful last time. "I thought we played it off better," She blushed.

"Oh, for the rest of the world, they didn't suspect a thing, but those of us who saw you everyday, we knew. Clear as day. The three of you practically made googly eyes every chance you got at each other. Also as three separate couples, you mentally undressed the third partner together, a lot. Didn't take a genius." She shrugged.

Laurel smiled a little to herself when she remembered the old days. Oliver and Tommy never looked back. They were better with each other. They all knew it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to go public, but that was a conversation for her and the boys. "So back to the case?" She asked.

"Back to the case," Joanna nodded.

The day had been full of haggling with crackpots who actually thought that murderers should be roaming the street on bail and convincing them that they couldn't get it to be that way. White collar criminals who had genius lawyers to let them live in their ivory towers still. Rapists and Assaulters who had the audacity to assume that she wanted their advances.

She sighed as she put all of the files away, put the ones that she needed for her depositions in her briefcase, and looked around. Everyone else left at five, like normal people, but she had emails that piled up that gave her an extra hour of work.

She took her phone out of her case and called Oliver. The phone rang a couple of times and then it picked up, "Hello?' Tommy's voice, breathy and strained.

"Are you guys still at the apartment?" She asked as she heard panting in the background.

It took her a second to get an answer, but Tommy managed to grind out, "Yes," before more sensual noises came into ears.

"You guys are having sex." She said, a little bit scandalized. She knew they did it. Hell, she'd walked in on them plenty, but they just got back together. Of course, she didn't know what she expected when she left the boys alone.

Tommy grinned into the phone and she could hear it. "Well, come home and you can have some too."

"Do we have dinner? Or should I get some on my way home?" She asked, laughing a little into the speaker.

Tommy went quiet and she could tell they stopped for a second and discussed what was going to happen. "Oliver says he ordered chinese food and it's in the fridge,"

"Sex and chinese food, sounds like a date," She smiled. She drove back to the apartment by the pier and allowed herself in. "Boys, I'm home," She announced.

The boys came out of the bedroom and looked to her, "Sex or food first?" Tommy asked her.

Laurel smiled, "Why don't we have food first?" She asked them. "Because I'm sure you guys need a couple of minutes to recharge."

Oliver sat on her right and Tommy sat on her left, just as it had always been. "So how was work today?" Oliver asked her.

"Joanna came into office today," She told them as she scarfed down some Kung Pao Chicken and rice.

Tommy looked to Oliver and then to Laurel, "Yeah, what she need?" He asked.

"She's working on a case and needed some documents, but she also wanted to gossip." Laurel shrugged. This, she liked this, she didn't want other poeple in it with them, and papers would no doubt try to make it about someone else, but it was just about them.

Oliver looked to her. "You okay with that?"

"Yeah," Laurel said as she stopped for a second a looked at him. "She said she knew from before. Apparently, we made it pretty obvious to the people who knew us best." She smiled at them.

Tommy looked to her. "So I guess we should have that talk from this morning?"

"I told you both that I wanted to come out. And I still think we should." She told the both of them.

Oliver took her hand in his and kissed the knuckles, "Are you ready for potential backlash?" He asked, because it was her ob that they had to worry about. Verdant would be fine and the stocks might take a hit, but he could deal with the company. It wasn't like they could fire him. He owned a majority of the shares.

"You don't have to do it if you're not ready. We want you to know that we are both okay with that. We can keep this private. As us." Tommy told her.

She nodded to the both of them. She held Tommy's hand in hers. "The only real way that we are ever gonna get this to be our private business is by coming out with it. At least then, they won't always take pictures of us having normal dates." She told them.

"You sure about this?" They both asked, a little skeptical.

She nodded. "I love you guys. And it's been five years of broken hearts, because Tommy reminded me of you. And you got on that stupid boat. But we're back together. Even if we didn't mean to be."

"We always did manage to handle accidently falling into bed as the three of us with a surprising amount of acceptance." Oliver said as he kissed her and then kissed Tommy. "So tomorrow, we hold a press conference, and then that's it? This is our life."

"We'll figure it out from there," She nodded.

Tommy kissed Oliver and then Laurel. "We always have."