Episode 13: Family Affair—Part 2

Anna trotted down the glass stairs in dark jeans, a red long-sleeved blouse, and brown flat-heeled boots. She draped her jacket on an armchair and sat on the edge of the coffee table nearest the couch. She picked up the vase of flowers setting next to her and pulled the flowers out. Then she poured the remaining water on Damien's head.

He shot upright and glared at her. "What the hell?" he asked. Anna stood and wedged past him to her jacket. "I'm not leaving you in my house alone. You'll break something" she said, swinging on her jacket.

"So, what is this, take your brother to work day?" he asked, groggily.

"Yes," she said, throwing a towel at him. It hit him in the face and he sighed. "Put your pants on and let's go." He pulled the towel off his head and wiped away the water he could. "You know," he said, standing and reaching for his pants. "I'm a light sleeper. You could have just poked me or something and I would've woken up." He met Anna at the garage door and she smirked. "Poking you isn't as fun" she said. He rolled his eyes and followed her into the garage.

Anna led Damien to the empty desk next to hers and ordered him to sit while she took off her jacket. She put it on the back of her office chair and sat. "Rule one: don't touch anything. Rule two: don't talk to anyone. Rule three-" Anna started.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it already. Don't move unless you have to piss. I've had the speech before" Damien said. Anna swiveled her chair to face her computer and turned it on. She resumed her typing and editing articles and searching for the latest inside news. Damien swung back and forth in the office chair, looking around the office with an expression of pure boredom.

After twenty minute of hearing Damien tapping a pencil on the desk, Anna had had enough. She turned to him with a soft, sugar sweet look. "Damien?"

"Yes?" he asked, momentarily stopping his pencil tapping to look at her.

"Knock it off" she said, angrily.

"Oh," he said, mischievously. He turned closer to the desk and started tapping slowly and painfully. "You mean this?" she tilted her head and gave him a look. "Or this?" he asked. He shifted farther away and started tapping on the computer. She could feel her blood boil hotter. "Damien, knock it the hell off or I beat you in front of all of these people" she warned. He put the pencil down and held his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine, fine…" he said.

She sighed exhaustively and turned back to her computer. She started typing again and Damien peered over her shoulder. "What ya writin'?" he asked. She pushed his face away and tried to focus on her writing. "This is a really boring job" Damien stated.

"It isn't for those of us actually doing it!" Anna said, in an anger-raised voice.

"Easy," Damien said. "Don't get your panties in a wad." Anna took a deep breath and stood. She put on her jacket and dragged Damien to his feet by his ear. She grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him into the elevator.

Anna still had a hold on Damien's arm as she exited the elevator at Queen Consolidated. She walked up to Felicity's desk and finally let go of Damien. He rubbed his arm and looked at her innocently. "God, you are just like-"

"Anna?" Felicity asked, walking behind her desk. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to speak with Oliver" Anna said. Just then Oliver opened the door to his office and Anna walked to him. "I couldn't leave him at my house because he'd break something, so I took him to work. I don't think I can last one more second of him. I don't know what to do with him" Anna vented.

"Felicity doesn't think he's that annoying" Oliver said, looking over Anna's shoulder. Anna frowned and turned and, in fact, Felicity and Damien had sparked up a conversation. He was obviously flirting with her and she didn't seem to mind. Anna sighed and crossed her arms. "All I had to do was bring him near a girl" she grumbled. Oliver chuckled and put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn back toward him. "I was hoping we could talk tonight" he said.

"Sure, what about?" she asked.

"You'll find out" he said, and she smiled. She turned and walked past Damien, grabbing a fist-full of his jacket and pulling him along. "Come on, lover boy" she said, pressing the elevator button. As Anna dragged Damien into the elevator, he called, "I'll call you!" as he pointed at Felicity.

Anna and Damien walked the sidewalk further into Starling City. Anna showed Damien around and he stopped off at a hot dog stand before rejoining Anna. "Why are you staying? Why don't you just go back?" Anna asked, as they walked.

"Our friend wanted me to keep an eye on things for a few days," Damien said, around a mouth full of hot dog. "Make sure everything's going okay."

"Ah, and how is Barbie doing?" Anna asked. Damien chuckled. "As you'd expect" he said.

"Why didn't she just come?" she asked.

"She's going to, but she's busy with some things at the BC" he said. Anna nodded and they crossed the busy street. They passed a woman with reddish-brown hair looking at a map and glancing at road signs on the street corner. Anna stopped and went to her. "Are you lost?" she asked. The woman looked up at her. "Oh, yes, um…could you show me where The Police Department is?" she asked.

"Sure" Anna said, gesturing for her to follow as she started down the sidewalk. Damien and the woman followed shortly behind. They crossed the road to the Police Department and walked inside. "Thank you, um…?" the woman said, looking at Anna.

"Anna. Anna Rogue" Anna said, holding out a hand. The woman shook her hand. "Lois Lane" she said. Anna and Damien shared a glance as Lois walked past them. "Does Clark know she's here?" Damien asked, in a hushed tone. Anna hit him in the abdomen with her forearm as she pushed the door open to leave. Damien followed her out and Anna started down the sidewalk.

Later That Night…

Anna sat on the couch, folding a leg under herself. Oliver sat next to her and he turned toward her. "I've been thinking about our relationship" he said, entwining his hand in hers. Anna chuckled nervously. "I should be scared, right?" she asked, sarcastically. Still chuckling from Anna's comment, Oliver said, "I think we're ready for the next step." Anna sighed. "What did Sophia say? She filled your head will all those stupid relationship principles, didn't she?" she asked.

"No, Anna, I'm serious," he said.

"The next step as in…living together?" she asked.

"Yes" he said.

"So, we would move into an apartment together…you think we're ready for that?" she asked. He leaned forward and slowly connected his lips with hers. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "You tell me" he said.

"Yeah," she said, leaning in to kiss him. "We're ready." She kissed him forcefully and he kissed back just the same. She loosely hung her arms around his neck and lifted a leg over his to straddle his lap. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting a string of gasps and moans from her. "How about we go upstairs?" she whispered, seductively, in his ear. A low growl was her answer.

She stood and walked to the glass stairs. He started to follow as she started up. She hurried into her bedroom with Oliver on her heels and she shut the door behind them. She turned the lock as Oliver pushed her against the door. He slowly started un-buttoning her long-sleeved blouse, revealing her green lace bra. He smirked at the color. "It was either this or red," she said, shrugging off her shirt. "And somehow I thought green was more your color."

He cupped her face and kissed her and she took the opportunity to un-buckle his belt. Once his pants were off, she shimmied out of hers, leaving her in only her bra and the panties that matched. Oliver took a minute to rake his eyes over every inch of her. She noticed this and slyly smiled. She stepped close to him and gently brushed her lips against his, tantalizingly.

She pulled his shirt over his head and pushed him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed. She smiled and pushed him down onto the bed, then climbed atop him. She sat up, straddling his waist, and unclasped her bra. She pulled it off and tossed it back onto the floor. Oliver put his hands on her hips and ran them up her curves to her breasts. She chuckled mischievously and pried his hands off of her skin.

She pushed his hands behind his head and pulled open a drawer in the nightstand beside them. She pulled out a pair of silver hand cuffs and shut the drawer. Then she cuffed one of Oliver's hands and wrapped the other cuff around a pole in the head board before clasping it onto his other wrist. She leaned down and kissed below his ear and trailed slow kisses down his neck, whilst she ran her hands over the taut muscles of his abdomen.

He moaned and tugged at the cuffs. He knew Anna was power hungry when it came to sex, but he never thought she'd use hand cuffs to make sure she stayed in control. He balled his hands into fists when her tongue slid along his skin.

Anna hooked her thumbs into his boxer's waist band and started pulling them down at an antagonizingly slow pace. She kissed and licked the skin that was continually exposed as she pulled them down until his manhood sprung free. She tossed his boxers away and took him in her mouth, causing him to groan in pleasure. She brought him to the edge and then backed off just before he fell.

She repeated the process several times. After she was through there, she wriggled out of her panties and lowered herself close to his erection. She made like she was going to lower herself onto him and then pulled away, causing a low growl of frustration from his throat. Finally she lowered herself onto him and gasped at the feeling.

She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm and Oliver moaned. She continued her rhythm until she could feel him reaching the edge and then pulled away. He raised an eyebrow at her in confusion. She leaned forward and un-clasped the hand cuffs. She had just enough time to put them on the nightstand before Oliver flipped them so she was underneath. He kissed her fervently whilst his hands roamed over her body. She moaned against his mouth in response.

He didn't waste time thrusting into her, causing her to arch her back and gasp and clutch at the sheets. He picked up a rhythm of thrusting into her deeply that caused his name to fall from her lips. It sparked an animalistic feeling inside of him he'd never felt with anyone but her.