Sorry it took me a while to update, but I hope the crazy length of this chapter makes up for it, no clue what's up with my muse when it comes to this story...

Also, this is not really Felicity friendly, it's not bashing or anything but people might disagree with some stuff I wrote about her, and her and Oliver... just as a warning.

Uh, I have not seen Arrow Season 6 and still haven't finished Season 5, so things might not be accurate, I tried, but yeah, whatever, it has also been a long while since I last saw Legends Season 3. I try to go for consistency but I've only got so much time to look things up.

Do you remember the way it felt? You mean back when we couldn't control ourselves Remind me, yeah remind me

They'd stayed like that the entirety of Felicity's toast, with Sara in his lap, her head buried between his neck and shoulder, her arms wrapped around him, while his were doing the same with her, one of his hands softly brushing through her hair, the other one lightly drawing patterns on her back. Even after people stopped clapping and the conversations started to flow again. He couldn't say for how long they'd stayed like this, hadn't really paid any attention to anything but the woman in his arms and the way it felt to hold her close again for the first time in what felt like forever. The positive thing about holding Sara like this was that the world around him seemed to fall away and all that mattered was her, and that was a very welcome feeling right now.

They hadn't been allowed to just bask in each other's presence in so long. It was nice, and he didn't want to break the peaceful atmosphere that enfolded them. The little sanctuary they had created admits the buzz of the festivities, and face reality. It was only when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Wally had reclaimed his seat, which meant Felicity was most likely going to have to move back to her seat next to him which was now empty again and the only available one at their table, once she came back from wherever she'd gone to, that he decided to pull them both back to the here and now, even if it was with a heavy heart. But he really didn't feel like sitting next to her or dealing with her most likely explosive or passive-aggressive reaction to Sara, not only sitting in his lap, but tightly wrapped in his embrace.

"Wanna head back to the dancefloor, Pretty Bird?" He whispered to her while he was nuzzling her head with his, it was the first thing that sprang to his mind to avoid a confrontation with Felicity, and he really felt like escaping right now. His feelings were all mixed up and muddled and confusing, and he didn't want to deal right now. Didn't want to face them right now and didn't want the two women responsible for the mess that was his emotions to be right within his personal space at the same time. And dealing with Sara was a lot easier than dealing with Felicity. Being with Sara was simple, being with Felicity was complex.

"Mhm…wait, what?" Sara wasn't sure if she'd heard him right or if she'd maybe dozed off and was dreaming. She hadn't felt this relaxed and mellow in forever and just basked in the familiar comfort his embrace provided, letting everything around them fall to the background and disappear, including all of her problems. It was peaceful and calming. It felt like coming home. It was nice, especially after the whole situation with Damien and Nora Darhk and their magic. She still didn't feel a hundred percent, but that wasn't anything the team needed to know. Just like they didn't need to know that being faced with Damien yet again brought everything with Laurel back up, throwing in the mess with Rip and the Time Bureau… everything was just very overwhelming, and sleep had become a scarcity. The feather light touches drawing methodical patterns across her back never stopped and were very soothing; this was something he used to do when she'd had trouble falling asleep. It had always helped shut her brain down and lull her to sleep, and today was no different. Her drowsy state was why his words took her completely by surprise and she'd lifted her head off of his shoulder in record time to figure out whether she'd been imagining things or not. The soft look in his eyes and gentle smile gracing his lips told her everything she needed to know. She hadn't been dreaming, and he was serious.

Thankfully, he'd known her long enough to anticipate her reaction to his unexpected words and move his head out of the way before she could hit it with her own at the quick movement she used to lift it from its resting place on his shoulder to catch his eyes.

"I feel like I owe you one. I made you cry, so, dance with me?" It wasn't the main reason, but still the truth. He did feel bad about that even if it hadn't been his intention and he hadn't expected that reaction from her, not that he'd been aware what he was going to say before he was saying it. Or just exactly what he had said until after. His entire speech had been completely improvised, and he'd simply spoken from his heart. A place she had made her home such a long time ago, he no longer even questioned her presence there. She'd been living inside of it for so long, loving her had simply become a part of who he was. He held his hand out in question to her, while asking her again.

"Always." The smile lighting up Sara's face was blinding as she took the offered hand and used it to get off his lap. Neither of them let go while walking back to the dancefloor.

This time around, the mood between them was different when they set foot on the dance floor. Their movements were more serious and challenging. Sure, they were still having fun, but they were also seriously dancing. The movements were more practiced, precise and polished than they had been before. Maybe it was partially because of Sara's comment after they'd gotten back to the table, how she hadn't had the chance to really dance in years and how she'd missed it and him wanting her to get the most out of this opportunity to do something she used to love so much. Maybe it had been his toast and the time they'd spent together in very close proximity after, maybe it were the affectionate touches that they'd subconsciously shared, he wasn't sure but somehow and somewhere along the way something between them, or the mood had changed. He wasn't entirely sure to what, but something was different, but he also wasn't sure if he really wanted to analyze it. And decided he didn't right now, maybe later, but most likely not. He pulled her back in to then bend her over his arm in a familiar move, it was almost muscle memory, they'd done this so much in their youths the steps and moves came naturally to him now.

He kept his eyes on her at all times and she was seeking his out whenever possible. They both regularly threw in affectionate touches or even caresses. And he drew her in and held her closer than he would have to, an act she returned. The only reason they eventually left the dancefloor was because Sara wanted to take off her shoes, and he wasn't too sad about that his bad knee was aching. She'd never been one to wear a lot of heels, but even less now than she used to and, according to her, the ones she was wearing were new and not yet properly broken in. She'd be fine and would be able to wear them and even fight in them, if need be, but since she didn't have to keep them on and stay on her feet, she'd prefer to take a break and get out of them for a bit, before taking them off and putting them back on wasn't a non-painful option anymore. Plus, he also knew that she'd noticed how he'd slightly changed his posture to favor his good knee. He was almost certain the shoes were an excuse she used to give him a break and a chance to rest his leg. He had to smile. No one knew him like she did, no one saw right through him like she did, and no one else would go to the trouble of making up an excuse to make sure he'd take care of his body. Or try to not make him feel bad for having to interrupt the activity that was bringing her so much joy because of some of his physical issues and limitations. He really appreciated the kind and considerate act, he tugged at her hand and drew her into his side, draping his arm over her shoulders and pulling her close to hug her to his side, he kissed her temple murmuring a 'thank you' into her hair. She wrapped her arm around his lower back and interlocked her other hand with the one from the arm he was holding her close with, squeezing it. And maybe those actions also helped keep some of his weight off of his knee without making it obvious to everyone else.

Sara had noticed after a particular set of steps that Ollie faltered for a moment and then began to favor his left side, which was a clear sign that his bad knee was starting to bother him more than usual. She knew him well enough to not even try to point it out and try to get him to sit down and stretch it for a while and give it a rest, maybe even icing it because it would not yield any results. He was stubborn as fuck, and he knew she was seriously enjoying being able to dance again and he wouldn't want to have her stop because of him. But she also knew that he would only make it worse if he kept challenging his knee in ways he wasn't usually using it. So she came up with the first excuse that sprang to mind to get them to leave the dance floor. And if she just so happened to end up walking on his right side, slightly bumping into him from time to time until he placed his arm over her shoulders, putting some of his weight onto her and off his leg, that was just pure coincidence. The moment he drew her in and kissed her temple, she knew, even if he hadn't thanked her, that he'd figured her out. She was grateful that he'd taken up her silent offer and let her carry some of his weight on their way back to his chair. Taking hold of the hand hanging off of her shoulder was habit, so was their fingers interlacing. She only noticed it because of the warmth spreading from their interlocked hands up her arm all the way to her heart. A familiar feeling she purposely chose to ignore.

He let his eyes stray across Sara's table to see if sitting there was an option, but Cisco was currently engaged in a conversation with Jax, so there were no free chairs there. That meant his table. His eyes strayed to his empty seat and Felicity sitting next to it engaged in a conversation with Kara and Alex. Cisco's chair was empty as well. He looked at Sara, unsure what to do, what would be the better choice. If they just sat back onto his assigned chair or if they took Cisco's, which would mean, if the younger man came back, they'd probably end up in his original chair, anyway.

"Your call." That wasn't very helpful. He guided them back to his chair and once again sat down before taking hold of Sara's waist and placing her on the left side of his lap, while stretching his right leg to try and ease the ache a little. Was it the smartest decision he was making? Probably not, but having her close was important and her presence helped. She was almost like a shield between him and Felicity, and he knew how stupid that sounded, but having physical contact with her helped keep him grounded and his mind from wandering down the path of his relationship with Felicity, which was currently on hold by her insistence.

Sara hadn't expected this choice of his, not that she cared or minded it was just rather un-Ollie like. He usually tried to avoid drama at all costs, and stay as far away from it as possible. What they were doing right now seemed to go the direct opposite direction, and it gave her halt for a moment, she nevertheless let him lift her in his lap and this time he did actually pick her up by the waist and place her on his lap, while before he'd simply helped her out. She was pretty amused by it but also took note that he placed most of her weight onto his left leg, and stretched his right one out. That worried her. It meant his knee was probably worse than she'd first thought. She was tempted to get him some ice to cool it but knew he wouldn't want everyone knowing he was in pain, so she just made sure that she wasn't aggravating it with her legs and kept her weight on his good leg. It was when she felt his hand on her stomach while the other one was holding on to her thigh and his breath caress her neck that she understood the situation. She placed her hand on his on her thigh and squeezed it for a moment, before bending forward into his other hand to take her shoes off. If he needed her to ground him, if he needed her to be his security.. nah…emotional support… vigilante… or whatever… that's what she'd be. She would be whatever he needed her to be. And she would also make sure to draw attention away from the physical pain he was currently in.

Sara had gotten comfortable and relaxed into him once she'd taken her shoes off, and they'd soon joined in on the conversation the three women were having. Oliver wasn't entirely sure when her hand began caressing his neck and shoulders, sometimes travelling all the way up into his hair just to move back down again past his neck all the way between his shoulder blades and back up again but he could feel himself relax under her touch.

Not that he had a leg to stand on. He was currently drawing circles on her hip and thigh with his fingers. Only realizing his actions once he fully registered hers. He wasn't entirely sure what they were doing, and it wasn't on purpose, it just came naturally, given the position they were in. It was pure instinct. And something they were doing subconsciously. They were both fully engaged in the conversation the three women had been engrossed in and so far Felicity hadn't said anything given his and Sara's seating arrangement, not even some underhanded passive-aggressive comments. It was very surprising. Which might partially be because Sara was handling it like a pro, and her attitude and behavior was making it hard to question them. They were both acting as if this was the most normal thing in the world and not at all a slightly or very awkward situation. Sara was her charming and fun self completely taking the wind out of Felicity's sails. He could see that the younger of the two women was completely off balance given the way Sara and he were behaving. The naturalness and casual way they chose as approach. And if he was honest, it was practiced. That approach, the devil may care attitude to people possibly questioning her place on his lap, or life. It had been a reaction they'd been faced with a lot back in their teens when Sara had sat on his lap at clubs and parties, even before their physical involvement had started. So this was not uncharted territory. And they had learnt the best way to handle it was to ignore it and act as if there was nothing to question and everyone who was questioning the situation was the problem, because they were seeing something that wasn't there. That, of course, had been the biggest lie of them all, but it had worked back then and it seemed to work now as well, because Felicity seemed very unsure on how to behave or whether or not to address it.

Part of him felt bad for her, especially once he realized what Sara and he were doing and the rather obvious public display of affection and the way it might look to people or be conceived. But the truth of the matter was, this, Sara and him and the way they were acting towards each other had nothing to do with Felicity and their issues. And he'd just really missed her and as guilty as a part of him felt for making Felicity uncomfortable and how this might make her feel, he just couldn't bring himself to care enough right now to put her feelings above his, he was hurt and he was angry at the way she'd handled the situation, and he really didn't feel like making things easier for her. And he really needed his best friend right now. Because he was hurting and he was angry and he was overwhelmed and he was forced into a situation he'd prefer to avoid, but he was stuck here pretending like everything was okay and not like Felicity once again tore him to pieces. So, yes, he felt bad and slightly guilty, but no, not enough to stop what he was doing.

Oliver got his cell phone out of his pocked when he felt it vibrate against his body and checked to make sure it wasn't the hospital and that everything was fine with William.

He had to smile when he read his son's text and replied right away. Putting the phone back after assuring his kid that it was fine and telling him to have a good time and enjoy himself.

"Everything okay?" Sara asked quietly, looking at him in question.

"Yeah, just William. His grandparents want to take him to the Flash Museum tomorrow and he asked if it was okay if he went with them before we head back home. Told him it was fine, and that they should make a day of it, and he can spend another night at their place if he wants to. We can head home a day later. Doesn't really matter." It hadn't been difficult to get the school's permission to take William out for a couple of days so he could come to Central City with Felicity and him and spend some quality time with his grandparents. The school was well aware of the challenging situation his son was in and was happy to help, he'd just had to make sure that William was doing the schoolwork the teachers had given him for the days he was missing and he knew that wasn't going to be a problem. William was a good student and Oliver knew that Frank and Irene would make sure it got done if it meant they got to spend some extra time with their grandson. He really wished they lived closer so William could see them regularly, and having them around would also make things easier for him, with work and everything and making sure William was taken care of. He was so grateful to Raisa that she'd agreed to work for him and help him out with his son. It meant the world to him, and he trusted her. She'd helped his parents raise Thea and him.

"Aw, that's sweet. You gonna go with them?" Sara notice how Felicity had stopped talking at Ollie and hers sort of private conversation, as private as a conversation could be given the setting they were in, but it was very obviously not part of the conversation the five of them had had before, but she chose to ignore the fact that not only Felicity but the Danvers' sisters were listening in as well. Ollie'd let her know if this was a conversation he'd rather have in private, they had plenty of options to make that happen, and at least three languages to choose from to not have to change location while keeping things just between them, so far neither had felt like making use of those benefits. Unlike back when she'd been on his team. They'd spent most of the time speaking in Chinese when they didn't feel like sharing with Dig or Felicity. A habit the IT-girl had not been too fond of and found rather rude, as she had pointed out a couple of times. And maybe it had been, but nothing they'd talked about had had anything to do with her, the mission or been anything she'd needed to hear. There'd been a lot of flirting and teasing on both ends, and Sara was pretty sure Felicity wouldn't have been more fond of actually being privy to those conversations than just not understanding what they were saying.

"Nah, it's something they used to do with their grandson, mostly while watching him when Samantha was at work. It's their thing. I don't want to intrude, and it should stay their thing. Something he'll always remember doing with his grandparent, it's important." He remembered having some of those things with his grandparents, but also his parents individually, like working on planes with his dad, or heart to heart's with his mom, and he cherished those memories more than anything. It was important his son got to keep those very special memories with his grandparents.

"You're such a good dad, Ollie." Sara's words and affectionate smile and the look in her eyes took him by surprise. He didn't feel like he was. He felt like he was failing miserably and doing a piss-poor job with the boy but he was trying, god, he was trying so damn hard to be the kind of father William deserved, to be the kind of parent he'd had before… before Samantha was murdered and his son lost the only parent he'd ever had. If he could change it, if he could give his life in exchange for Samantha's and give his son his mother back, he would do it in a heartbeat without a moment's hesitation. Samantha had loved their boy so much.

"I don't… I try." He closed his eyes in pain for a second before opening them again and looking straight into Sara's sky-blue, compassionate and loving gaze.

"You are. This is all still new to you. You're doing great." Her hand softly touched his cheek while she was encouragingly smiling at him and he had no choice but to believe her. She seemed so sure, and Sara had always been smarter than him.

"Thank you." He placed his hand on top of hers on his cheek and the words weren't much more than a whisper.

"Always." Sara bent forward and softly kissed his forehead, the way he usually did hers and his eyes closed on reflex while he took in a deep breath and released it, feeling lighter, more balanced and confident in his role as a parent. God, he loved that woman so much. He drew her into his arms, kissing her temple and murmuring another thank you into her hair. How did she always know just what he needed? They stayed like this for a moment before he moved back out of her embrace.

"Now, I just got to figure out what to do with myself all day tomorrow." He joked, grinning at her. Sara just rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm sure you can come up with something. It's a big city. Just try to stay out of trouble. Kara, you're a journalist, right? What's your opinion on prominent people's right to privacy and whether or not the public has a right to know personal information about their families and private photos that were taken without their knowledge, should those be published by the press or not?" It took all the willpower he had to not kiss her at the impish grin and playful look on her face, before kick starting another unrelated conversation with the three women surrounding them. It was one hell of a question Sara asked Kara, and he knew where Sara was coming from, he and the press had always had their issues from childhood on he hadn't been a fan, and he was seriously interested in learning Kara's take on it, the opinions were wildly apart within the industry and he was curious to see which side their ally landed on.

"Dude?!" It was while Alex, Felicity, and Kara were debating about privacy laws, not only from a journalistic but also from a governmental or business perspective, when the blonde on his lap suddenly turned around, hit him in the chest, hard, and looked at him.

"What? And ow." If she kept that up, and kept on hitting him in different places on his body throughout the day, he'd be bruised all over in the morning.

"We should do a spa day tomorrow, since you got an extra day to pass, and I think the Legends will manage without me for another day. And don't be a baby, I didn't hit you that hard." He'd noticed that Sara had slightly checked out of the conversation she'd started when they began to debate a person's right to privacy, her stance on it was clear and he knew unshakable, and he agreed with her. He was also very aware of Felicity's stance on it, which was a sharp contrast to theirs. Kara was somewhere in the middle and Alex, as a government agent, was coming at it from the same perspective Lyla would. It was rather predictable and clear that they wouldn't be able to find common ground, even less change anyone's mind, or even get someone to look at it from a different perspective. And it looked like Sara didn't have the patience to explain in depths why a person's right to privacy shouldn't ever be up to debate. The brunette seemed to have gotten over her initial discomfort around Sara, it was something he'd noticed when Sara had first showed up at their table and he'd questioned her about on the dancefloor, her answer hadn't surprised him, not after all the time he'd known her, and he'd had to laugh at her recount of the events that led to Alex's discomfort around her.

"We should really not. And yes, you did." A spa day was most definitely not his idea of fun and he questioned for a moment if Sara was still in possession of all of her faculties at the suggestion. She knew his opinion on any recreational activities involving water. He enjoyed showers, but that was about it. He got an exaggerated eye roll from her as a reply to his insistence that it did indeed hurt.

"Did not. There's this new spa that opened a little outside of CC and mom said was amazing." She rolled her eyes at him. He could be such a dramatic baby sometimes, open, bleeding wounds, broken bones; not a peep, small slap against his chest…'ow that hurts'.She wasn't entirely sure what made her think of it, but she'd been spacing trying to come up with something Ollie could do tomorrow that he'd enjoy and keep his mind away from his relationship issues. And the spa was pretty much the last thing he'd do, he hated swimming or humidity, but she'd also noticed the way he was regularly moving his right leg, and massaging his knee and the surrounding area with his hand from time to time. A trip to the spa might actually help ease some of his aches. So… all she needed to do now was somehow convince him to do something that would be good for his body, but was something he really doesn't enjoy doing.

"Well, then go with Dinah. I'll spring for it. Did too. I'll show you the bruise tomorrow." His reply did not surprise her at all, it was almost expected given how much he detested swimming and everything just remotely going in that direction. And could he be anymore of a drama queen right now? She decided to have some fun, though. His words were just begging for it, seriously.

"Can't mom's on the East Coast doing several classes as a guest lecturer since her and Jeff's house is being renovated and'they are currently working on the heart of it, baby, the heart, so it's a mess and not really livable'quote mom. Uh, and if you send me a pic of your supposed bruise, can you make sure it's like the entire chest, including the shoulders and upper arms? That would be dope." Right, he'd known that. Dinah had mentioned being in New Haven the last time they'd talked. He looked at her confused and intrigued at her words and was met with the familiar twinkle of good natured Sara humor in her eyes.

"Oh, that's great. They've been wanting to do the renovation of the kitchen for a while now. Which new stove have they decided on? And now I'm sort of worried about what you're planning on doing with that potential photo of me." He and Dinah had stayed in contact after Laurel's funeral, well, they'd already been sporadically in contact after his mom's but now they tried to talk on the phone at least once a week, a routine Dinah had had with Laurel ever since Sara had come home that first time and he knew something Sara was also trying to uphold with both of her parents, even if she was struggling at times. And meet up once in a while when their schedules allowed it. They tried to make it once a month, but that unfortunately rarely worked out. It was nice. Especially in those moments when he really missed his mom and wanted nothing more than to talk to her and get her advice. He'd been reluctant at first to call Dinah when he felt that way, but now it had almost become a habit. Not that Dinah's advice even came close to what his mother's would have been. But Dinah had known his mom for a long time and could tell him what his mom would've advised him to do and then also added her own opinion on the matter. It gave him a nice mix and usually helped immensely.

And it was just nice, Dinah had become almost like an aunt in the years he'd known her before the Gambit and he cherished her as such, she'd been a part of his life from first grade on and she knew him very well because of that. He was glad he'd pushed past his first reluctance; he'd felt the same way the first time he'd gone to Walter for advice. Now the older man was his go-to person for issues he would've gone to his dad with. It was nice. Not the same as it would've been if his parents had still been alive, but the next best thing. And he was so grateful that he'd pushed through and picked up the phone to call them those first times.

What he also really loved about having contact with Dinah was that he had someone he could talk about Laurel with. Quentin wasn't. He was still struggling with her loss, they all were, but he chose to not talk about her most of the time. And he understood that. He felt that way about Tommy most of the time, but he sometimes really wanted to talk about Laurel, and even Tommy, and Dinah was someone he could talk about them with. She didn't mind. She was sometimes the one bringing the older one of her daughters up and they'd end up talking about memories they had of her. It was nice. Laurel was also a very touchy subject for Sara so he usually didn't bring her up, he'd be happy to talk about her with Sara, when Sara was the one to bring the subject of her older sister up but otherwise, she'd shut down and getting her to lower her walls again would take a great deal of time and effort, things they rarely had when seeing each other, or even talking on the phone, which was something they tried to do regularly but proved to be more difficult than they both liked given their busy schedules. And talking to Thea about Laurel was different. He was usually the one… he couldn't… being vulnerable around Speedy was still something he struggled with immensely.

"I'm not sure, but I think it was the one you recommended. You'll have to ask her. So, you me spa day. We rarely get to hang out and we just got an extra day. So, let's hang. Nothing, just another one for my private collection. I feel like you've been seriously working out, shoulders and arms feel bigger, just want to compare it to some older ones and confirm my assumption." It had been weird how not weird it had been when she learnt that her mother and Ollie had regular contact. She knew how much he missed his mom at times, and she was glad he found a way to ease some of that ache and someone he could go to with issues he would've gone to Moira with. Ollie had always been a mama's boy, so losing Moira had shattered him, even if he refused to admit it. She'd been his rock. They may have had some issues, but he had loved his mom more than anything, and he'd been one of the two most important things in Moira's life. So if her mom could help ease some of that pain, good. She was just glad he'd found someone to go to when he needed a mother's advice. And surprisingly enough, her mom's advice was usually very rational and sound.

"I agree. Let's hang, just not at a spa. Private collection of my chest and arms? Now you got my interest piqued, Birdy. What you need that for?" From the looks of it, he wasn't the only one. Felicity, Kara and Alex were no longer debating but once again focused on them and he just couldn't bring himself to care. He really wanted an answer from Sara though, because, well, there weren't a lot of reasons he could come up with that she'd need a private collection of photos of his naked chest and arms for, especially knowing full well how she felt about his arms, and the ones he could come up with… he wasn't sure if letting his mind go down that road was such a good idea right now. He slightly shifted in his chair, using the movement to also stretch out and bend his leg again, trying out the effect it had on his knee and whether the pain had already lessened, it had not.

"It's purely for scientific reasons. I mean, what do you need those naked pics and private movies you got of me for? Do those tapes even still exist or have you destroyed them at some point in the last I don't know how many years?" The amused look on Sara's face told him she saw right through him and knew exactly what he was thinking of, her words only confirmed it. And fair enough, he was theoretically in possession of incredibly scandalous materials of her or them. And not just photos.

"I think I still got them somewhere, maybe, but couldn't tell you where. Probably in storage with most of the stuff from the mansion. I mean, they should still exist unless mom found them during the five years I was away and destroyed them, but I never did." Oliver couldn't say whether they'd been aware back then just how absolutely moronic their actions had been, not only keeping but actually producing physical proof of their affair. It had been a whole lot of fun though, and they did look pretty good on tape. If they'd wanted to, they could make a shit tone of money off of their tapes, he was sure of it, and not just because of who he was. They would've definitely beaten Paris Hilton and Colin Farrell's tapes, had theirs been found and leaked, even if it would've been years after.

"Okay, yeah, I kinda need you to go find them now because the thought that your mom not only found those tapes but watched them is worse than… yeah, you gotta find them." Oliver felt Sara tense the moment he'd mentioned the possibility of his mom finding those tapes, which fair enough, he'd rather not think about that either, but knowing her she would've put them in out of curiosity and the moment she'd realized what they actually were she'd just thrown them all out, and not just with the trash, she would've made sure they were destroyed to the point of complete obliteration. She wouldn't have risked anyone else coming across them and fixing them or part of them. The scandal would've been enormous. And there was little his mom had hated more than scandals in general, and concerning their family in particular. And this would've been one she'd made sure to avoid at all costs. Because honestly, him and Sara having an affair because of the simple fact he'd taken her on the Gambit with him, hadn't been more than speculation by the public, sure it had been the truth, and his mom had known that but the press… not necessarily. Had those tapes leaked… also not something he would've wanted Laurel or Quentin, or even Dinah to learn about. Least of all Speedy.

"I'm pretty sure if she found them, she'd turned them off like two minutes in and not watched them entirely." While Ollie's words were sort of comforting and seemed very in line with who Moira had been, it still didn't change the fact that his mother would've seen them in a very obvious situation and her most likely naked and while she didn't generally care about either… there was just something about the thought of Moira watching them together that made her uneasy, it was similar to the thought of her dad finding those tapes. She didn't mind or regret them. It had been fun, not their smartest move, but definitely a very fun one.

"Doesn't matter, Oliver Jonas! The fact that she knew we were screwing was already uncomfortable and unnerving enough. The thought that she might have seen… that is highly disturbing. So, find them. And give my mind some peace." That had been like one of the scariest moments of her life, the moment Ollie and she had realized that Moira was very aware of their involvement and did not approve at all. But surprising enough, Moira had told no one, well she was pretty certain she'd told Robert, but otherwise, she'd never told anyone, and she didn't really intervene. Which had been strange. Moira had had no issues taking control of her son's life and making decisions for him, without consulting him, if she'd felt it was in his best interest. As they'd been very harshly reminded off when the truth about William had come out. But that had just made it even more weird that Moira had never even tried to make her go away, well she'd regularly told her it was time for her to go home, but that had been as far as she'd gone. Ollie had mentioned that she'd talked to him once or twice, but she'd never really gotten involved in the matter, not really. And Sara wasn't sure why. She'd been terrified at first that she'd most likely lose Ollie for sure now, knowing full well how Moira had felt about their friendship, she was a bad influence on Oliver, it was laughable, they'd been a bad influence on each other, equal rights and all, never mind an affair, knowing how much power Moira had over her son. But she hadn't lost Ollie, and he hadn't distanced himself from her. There hadn't even been any significant break in their affair right after. Nothing in his behavior towards her had changed, and she wondered what Moira had said to him, because Ollie had never shared the details. Not that it was any of her business, it was between him and his mom, which was why she'd never pried, but still, Moira's behavior had been curious. And she, to this day, couldn't understand it.

"Fine, I'll look for them." The look in his eyes told her he realized just how bothered she was by the thought and took it serious. And she knew for a fact that he'd go through everything they had in storage, which was a lot, as soon as he could fit it into his schedule, maybe she could help him, they'd be a lot faster together than he would be alone, plus, most things in storage where items that belonged to his parents and she really didn't want him to be alone when going down several memory lanes as he was bound to do for sure.

"Thank you. So, about our spa day tomorrow." Her hand was buried in his hair and the peck on his lips to show him how much she appreciated his effort was reflex, just as his muttered 'mhm' as confirmation, the hand on her waist squeezed her and he was slightly drawing her closer, it seemed they were both tempted to turn that innocent show of affection into something more, something they seriously shouldn't right now. Sara forced herself to lean further back again and brought them back to their original conversation, before they were sidetracked by naked pictures and sex tapes.

"Sara, you damn well know I don't do spas or baths." He got the hint and grudgingly eased his grip on her. She was right, she was absolutely right, but that didn't change the fact that he really wanted to kiss her, really kiss her. She'd teased him twice already today, not that she'd meant it as such, but still. He seriously wanted to taste her right now. But he took her lead and once again tried to get her to come up with something else for them to do tomorrow. Anything else, really. Sure, he didn't really care what they were doing as long as they got to spend some time together, but he'd really prefer it to not be at a spa.

"So you keep saying and insisting. It's just very interesting that your list of I don't dos comes with a catalogue of vivid memories of you doing those things with me. But hey, that must just be my fantastically lively imagination, just making shit up, like those two hours of my life today, that I did not spend dancing with you, cause you don't dance." God, she loved teasing him, she'd missed teasing him and their fun little banter so much. She could see the ghost of a grin on his face before he tried to hide it from her and stay serious. It was a nice try and might have worked with anyone but her. She knew him too damn well to not notice just how amused he was and that he was enjoying this as much as she was. His remarkable poker face was worth shit where she was concerned.

"That was… you… you played dirty with the spas and baths! Every single time!" Oliver had to fight to keep the grin forming at her words and attitude off of his face. He'd missed this. He'd missed them like this, just having fun with and enjoying each other's company. Sar wasn't wrong they'd gone to several spas together and yes, she had regularly managed to get him into a bathtub with her, but it had usually come with some bribing and a lot of pouting on her part, plus he just really wasn't good at telling her no.

"What makes you think this time will be different? Plus, I don't recall you complaining far from it. Actually, I clearly recall you enjoying yourself every single time. And you always profited from my dirty play. And I always made it up to you. More times than not while being on my knees." He so did not need that reminder right now. Resisting her right now was already hard enough without her pointing out what exactly he had usually gotten out of those agreements. She'd definitely always more than made it up to him. She'd gone all out to show her appreciation for his sacrifices. And it had been seriously worth it every time. He was already very aware of the fact that he'd be going to a spa tomorrow if it was important enough for her to keep on insisting. But right now, there was still the smallest possibility that she hadn't completely set her mind on it yet and he could still steer her away from it and towards something else she'd enjoy doing.

"I'm sure you can come up with something else for us to do in Central City." Of course she could. That wasn't the point. She could probably come up with at least two-dozen things they could do, but none of those would actually benefit his leg, quite the contrary actually. The way her mom had described the spa had reminded her of the Turkish baths in Nanda Parbat. While spa days weren't really her thing, never had been, she enjoyed a spa trip every once in a while and she definitely missed the League's Turkish baths. So a spa in that style sounded nice. The water might also help Ollie with his knee and some of his other aches that had been bothering him more than usual lately. Probably because of the stress of the last few months. She really wished he'd take up her offer and have Gideon take a look at his knee. She might be able to fix what doctors could not. And she knew how much it bothered him, in just how much pain he was at times. Maybe she should bring it up again today or tomorrow.

"No, I don't wanna. I want to go to the spa now. I haven't been to one in like ages, and it reminds me of a Turkish Bath, so the 'me part' of us is going to the spa tomorrow and will be wearing a skimpy bikini. And there are saunas. This means me, in the 'you and me' equation, will be wearing a skimpy bikini while covered in sweat. So, what time are you picking me up?" She loved Turkish Baths, it was one of the things she missed most about Nanda Parbat, the baths had been amazing and there'd been nothing better after a particularly physically challenging training session or mission than soaking in the warm herbal waters of Nanda Parbat's Turkish Baths. That was one of the states Ollie liked her in best, almost, well completely but minor detail, naked and sweaty. She was pretty certain he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of seeing her like that.

"I don't like water and I don't like heat. As you very well know. Humidity is even worse." While, yes, he wasn't a huge fan of heat in a humid environment, Ollie understood the health benefits of a good sweat. Would it have been his first choice? Obviously not. Would it be torture for him? Absolutely not. She wouldn't have even suggested it otherwise. And it wasn't like she was asking him to go swimming with her. She wasn't as fond of bodies of water or swimming as she used to be before nearly drowning thrice now, but she did still enjoy a nice soak and the spa rituals, and the Roman-Irish ones this spa was offering sounded very nice and relaxing and she was sure Ollie would enjoy and benefit from it as well. She also hoped it would help her body recharge and get rid of the last of the remaining unease, aches and strange energy in it from Damien and Nora's attack on her. The thought about the way it had felt made her shudder and got her a concerned look from Ollie. She just smiled at him and softly touched his cheek, shaking her head while mouthing 'later'. This wasn't something she wanted to talk about right now or with so many people around.

"You like me barely dressed and sweaty. I make it worth your time. Remember that spa in Seattle? Unless that's another one of those memories that I apparently made up." She pushed the thoughts about the Darhks from her mind and focused back on Ollie and teasing him. Bringing that particular trip up was a sure thing to get him to agree. Hook, line, sinker, she had him now, she was sure of it. Even though she wasn't planning on a repeat performance, as fun as it had been, they weren't that young and stupid anymore and Ollie had a reputation to lose. Politics was a dirty game with no rules. Everything was allowed in order to get rid of an opponent, so no need to provide Ollie's rivals with more material to use against him come reelection. And it would be a shame for Star to lose a mayor like him, who cared so much about the city and the people, just because they had some fun in a very public place.

"We got kicked out and banned. Ha-ha-ha, you're hilarious, Birdy." He deadpanned drily at the end. It had been absolutely deserved. They'd been lucky they hadn't also gotten arrested or been hit with a lawsuit. It hadn't been their brightest idea, not that he regretted their actions. Not at all. It had been one of the few times he'd actually enjoyed a pool. Probably more than he should've given the fact it had been a public one and what they'd been up to had not been suitable for the public. And yet, it hadn't been their worst idea either, not by a long shot. They'd been such idiots back then. It was truly a wonder they'd never been caught. He still didn't understand how they'd managed to get away with their affair for as long as they had.

"It was fun, though. So. Much. Fun." She put emphasis on each word while her hand was caressing his neck, her nails lightly scratching. Fuck! Her actions, in addition to the memory, pretty much had him at a point where he'd agree to cut his own hand off if she asked him to. And he was certain had they been alone, she would've underlined those words with kisses, as she usually did when trying to convince him to do something he wasn't too fond of. He had a fleeting thought that the power she had over him might not be too healthy, but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced with the thought of just dragging her out of here and having his way with her but that one was forcefully shoved away.

"Do they have a hotel?" Mostly. For the moment, to be considered at a later time. He was crashing at Cisco's and Sara had gotten a hotel room because Dinah's house was a construction site right now and those two places weren't really in the neighborhood of each other.

"Yeah, why?" she was inquiring while her eyes were studying his, almost as if she was trying to figure out where he was going with this without him actually giving her an answer, or maybe she was simply trying to figure out if the answer he was going to give her was the entire truth, given how they still weren't entirely comfortable to truly say what they wanted to depending on the matter given the company they were in. There was a lot they'd already shared and decided they didn't care about others hearing, but there were still matters that were too private to say out loud right now, like all the thoughts he's been having about her lately.

"We could get a room tonight, go for a run and a workout in the morning, have breakfast and then do the spa." He wasn't entirely sure what he was suggesting and from the look on her face neither was she, so they both just ignored the possible implication of them sharing a room and where that could easily lead to, especially given how the day had progressed so far, and the places his mind was more and more frequently taking him.

"Uh, I like the way you think, Mr. Queen. We haven't been on a run together in ages. And I miss that morning routine a lot." But for now, they both seemed to decide to go with the purely nonsexual suggestion, pretending that sex hadn't been an ingrained part of that morning routine. Ignoring the less platonic one that was heavily implied and not simply by the memory lane they just went down on, and the sort of almost promise of a repeat performance Sar had made. Even though he was pretty sure she wasn't suggesting they'd risk getting thrown out, they weren't kids anymore and knew better, and also had a lot more self-restraint than they used to. Plus, he tried to be an exemplary role model for William, and that would definitely go against that. And he could already see the headlines otherwise:

Mayor Queen caught in flagrante. At a spa in Central City with Sara Lance, his former girlfriend's sister, he'd taken onto the Queen's Gambit with him.

Yeah, no. Definitely not. They did not need to be involved in yet another scandal, since most people still seemed to believe their actions from eleven years ago were still relevant enough to semi-regularly drag them back up for the gossip magazines.

But he also knew that she was serious, and the slightly hidden offer she'd made stood, all he'd have to do was say the words, and she'd be keeping her end of the spa deal they'd just made, in exchange of his joining her instead of doing something else while she hit the spa.

"Alright, you got the name? We can check if they got a room available for tonight." He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at Sara expectantly.

"Yeah, hold on, mom sent me the info a while back, just give me a sec." Sara slightly shifted on his lap, so her weight was balanced in a way that wouldn't put pressure on his right knee, one of her hands held on to his shoulder and he changed the angle of his arm, so he could place his hand on her lower back to help stabilise her and make sure he'd be able to catch her, should she lose her balance, lifting her legs and stretching them out before her to shimmy the dress far enough up so she could reach the garter holding her phone, and several of her knives. His eyes were trained on her muscular legs, watching them as more and more naked skin was revealed to his hungry gaze by her actions, and he had to swallow as his mouth turned dry. He would never understand how she did it. Sara could turn the simplest action into being seductive, even if it wasn't her intention at all, just like now. And that sort of made it even more alluring. The fact that she wasn't even trying, she just was.

Sara was focusing on getting her phone from under her dress, without giving her table a free show or aggravating Ollie's knee, when she felt the featherlight touch of his's calloused hand on her calve, slowly moving up towards the inside of her knee and she had to bite her lip and keep her eyes focused on her task, it took all of her mental strength to not follow her impulse and do what she really, really wanted to given his actions. Not that she could blame him, she knew the way he felt about her legs, or garters, and the effect her current actions had on him. Given the fact she was sitting in his lap, it was pretty hard to not notice, pun not necessarily intended, but no less true. And again, she couldn't blame him and was sort of glad she still had that same effect on him. She wasn't entirely sure what she'd done if her current actions would've left him cold and had gotten no reaction from him at all. Not that she'd done this on purpose. It was the only way, besides hitting the restrooms to get her phone. The dress was too freaking tight around her legs, and she seriously questioned why she'd let Thea talk her into getting it. Or why she'd even gone dress shopping with Thea to begin with. She could've simply had Gideon make her one. But she had been hanging out with Thea at the hospital, and the subject of the wedding had come up, which had led to Speedy begging her to let her take her shopping for a dress. And she had never been good when it came to saying no to either of the Queen siblings. And she'd just been so relieved Thea had woken up from her coma and she was so glad she had felt well enough to help her find a dress. Even if it had been dress shopping Moira Queen style. Thea knew someone who brought the dresses to the hospital, since she hadn't been up to hitting the stores yet, they'd done a pre-selection online and she'd put on a show for Speedy, helping her get her mind off things. It had been an excellent distraction for the young woman. She was also pretty certain she wouldn't have been able to afford the dress. It made her wonder which one of the siblings had paid for it. It was a fifty-fifty shot, but if she had to bet, she'd say Ollie. He was usually the one who covered her expenses and made sure she had everything she needed and more. He'd made it very clear to her when she first came home that the one thing she would never have to worry about was money and how to afford essentials. And it had been no different this time around after Rip had taken the Waverider from her. He'd let her crash at his place, helped her find a place of her own and taken care of all the financial stuff for her.

He hadn't minded having her stay with him and his invitation had been open-ended, but she'd thought it would be best if she got her own place and gave Ollie and William the chance to get used to each other and their new normal. She'd been disrupting the routine they were trying to create. Otherwise, had the living situation with William not been as fresh as it had been, maybe she'd taken him up on it and hadn't taken the first apartment she had gotten.

Because she'd enjoyed living with Ollie. And William. She changed the course of those thoughts back to her original ones because that was a dangerous road to go down and she was not in the mood for it. Those thoughts were for the nights she was cuddling up with her insomnia, not a social event while enjoying Ollie's company. Maybe a little too much. But his current actions always had that effect on her.

Her not being good at telling Thea no had also been the reason why she'd gotten this dress, instead of her first choice, which wouldn't have restricted her legs the way this dress was. There would've also been a lot easier access, had she gone with her first choice instead of Thea's. Sara closed her eyes at the thought and took a deep breath, not even trying to fool herself into believing she had meant easier access to her knives and phone, there was no point lying to herself at this point, taking her phone out and pulling the dress back down, taking hold of Ollie's hand now teasing the inside of her knee and taking it off her leg. She made the mistake of seeking his eyes out while doing so and she was certain the hungry look in his eyes was reflected back at him from hers and fuck. She shifted on his lap again, so she was no longer partaking in a balancing act, her thigh rubbing against him in the process. All she really wanted to do right now was get up and drag him to the restroom, by the hand she was for some reason still holding in hers, to have her way with him. And given the way he was squeezing her hand, his thoughts were probably following a similar route.

They were ripped from the very sexually charged atmosphere by the announcement that everyone please go back to their assigned places because food will be served soon. She wasn't sure whether to be grateful or disappointed at the interruption.

"I'll text you the name." She reluctantly moved off of his lap. His hand on her back was lingering, and they exchanged another yearning look. Fuck. She really, really wanted to kiss him right now. Like seriously kiss him. The kind that would get them in some serious trouble. Sara instead brushed her hand over his neck and shoulder and down his arm, squeezing his forearm before interlacing her fingers with his while walking towards her table, it took more willpower than she cared to admit to not look back, and they only let go of each other's hand when distance demanded it. And she really couldn't care less what they looked like to everyone else or how messed up it might be given his current relationship status. Even though she'd always been on Ross's side, and so had Ollie. Everyone on a break was fair game cause they weren't officially in a relationship at that particular point in time.

"So, you and Old Money bang yet?" Jax spit his drink out at the words, her hand automatically smacked Mick on the back of his head while she was throwing a "shut up" back at him, before handing Jax a napkin. Mick was also rewarded with an angry glare from her, given the first words he directed at her the moment she reached their table. And not necessarily because of anything he'd done or said but because all she wanted to say was 'unfortunately not, but I really want to.' or the ever more realistic 'not yet' because after almost fifteen years of experience she was pretty damn sure that was exactly where they were currently heading and she wasn't sure if that was a problem or not. Especially if Ollie really went through with it and booked them a room at the spa. There was no fucking way in hell they were going to share a room, even less a bed tonight and not end up banging.

She'd also pretty much told him she'd go down on him in exchange for him taking her to the spa tomorrow. And Ollie wasn't usually the type of guy who turned down the chance of getting head. And she knew for a fact he hadn't gotten any in a while. Or that his sex life had been very… dull and monotone, at least compared to what their sex life had always looked like. They'd always been adventurous, and they'd always been open-minded and she'd always been very flexible and they'd both always been wild and demanding and loved to experiment. And given what he'd shared with her about Felicity in that regard… she wasn't very adventurous and seemed to be one of the women who chose to withhold sex, if he wasn't doing what she wanted. Which was such a moronic move. She'd always used sex to get what she wanted, she'd never withhold it from him, she'd make him offers he wouldn't be able to refuse and let him do things to her she wouldn't normally let him do, but withholding sex was a stupid move which almost ensured a man would end up straying. You wanted a man to do something, best way to achieve that was by rewarding him or encouraging him by giving him something he didn't usually get. That had always worked like a charm with Ollie. There were several things she didn't let him do on the regular, not because she minded them, but because it made them something special, something she could use to get him to do something he might be too bullheaded to do, like go to a spa with her, or take a bath with her or just things like that.

So yeah, she was pretty sure Ollie wasn't going to pass up the chance of screwing her, turning it into a serious work out and making a night out of it. They hadn't done that in ages. And she seriously missed it. Missed screwing him to the point of complete exhaustion that would rid her mind of every and all thoughts that weren't about him and them.

She wasn't sure it was the best idea given everything… he was in a vulnerable state right now and she didn't want to take advantage of that or for him to regret it come morning. But at the same time… was she really going to deny herself mind blowing sex if she was faced with the opportunity? Ollie was more than capable of making his own choices and knowing the consequences of said choices. Plus, sex did help put things into perspective and maybe screwing her could help him figure out his Felicity problem. Casual sex could have that effect on both of them. There was just one question she'd have to ask herself, even if she really, really didn't want to.

Did she want casual with him, or did she want more? And did it really matter for the outcome of tonight? Probably not. They'd pretty much already passed an invisible line, and she felt like there was no turning back now. Whatever action they had unintentionally set into motion could only end one way. And that was with him inside of her.

They'd hung out occasionally while she was back home after Rip had taken her ship. But he'd been busy with being the mayor and figuring out things with William; the legal stuff but also simply being his dad, and visiting Thea at the hospital and being the Green Arrow. He'd struggled to get it all under one hat, obviously. It was an impossible feat. And Ollie had, as usual, taken on way too much but refused to ask for help or call defeat. Feeling that he needed to be able to do this all by himself. Moronic as it was. But the craziest thing about it was that she totally got it. She understood why he felt that way and why he refused to step back from any of his responsibilities.

William hadn't really helped the matter and make the situation any easier, not that anyone had expected him to. He was a kid. It wasn't his job to do so. And understandably so. Not only had he been completely uprooted and put in the care of a practical stranger, all of that had happened within weeks of his mother's death, which his estranged father could be made responsible for, even if it had not at all been Ollie's fault. But looked at it from a grieving child's perspective, she could easily see how he might have that point of view. And would put the blame on his absentee father. It had been no wonder the poor boy had been on the defensive and not felt like bonding or even just hanging out with Ollie at all. But it hadn't helped Ollie any, either. He'd been torn between trying to reach his kid and not leaving Speedy alone at the hospital.

Shortly after she'd come home, Ollie'd asked her if she could occasionally watch William for him, so he could show his face at City Hall and satisfy the people he needed to work with in order to get things done and make a change in the city and spend time at Thea's course, she'd agreed, and it seemed to have helped the situation a little. Also, the fact that she'd taken over Thea duty as well, she'd spent hours at the hospital by her bed, telling her about her adventures with the Legends or William and Ollie or whatever sprang to mind. It had helped Ollie focus on work while being at City Hall and on William while being at home and given William a chance to breathe and get accustomed to the new situation and environment without Ollie hovering. She knew he'd meant well, but it hadn't helped the situation. She'd also shared a couple of stories about Ollie with William, trying to warm him to his father. Ollie had also additionally been an emotional mess because of the situation with Thea, which 'duh'. And she'd tried to somehow hold him together, while trying to help him deal and at the same time trying to figure out what she was going to do with her life now and maybe…

If she hadn't gotten the call, if she hadn't seen the glances between Ollie and Felicity at the Bunker; if she hadn't known there was still unfinished business between them, then maybe… maybe she could've seen Ollie and her giving it another shot, but the timing had been all wrong even to just consider it. As usual. That had always been their main issue. Timing. They've just always had terrible timing.

Ollie loved Felicity, there was no question about that and there had been a lot of unresolved shit between the two and since Felicity had shown some serious interest in Ollie, and in rekindling their relationship, something that he had seemed to want as well, she'd stepped back emotionally and made sure to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself and not let on. Plus, everyone had gone on about how perfect they were for each other and how great they were together. She hadn't seen it, still couldn't she'd felt in the midst of a Déjà vu but she kept quiet, unsure if the issue was her and her feelings for Ollie that kept her from seeing what everyone else seemed to, including her dad. Of course, she'd also had Ollie's side of his relationship. She'd been the one he'd talked to, confided in. She knew just how much Felicity had hurt him and how bad and inadequate she sometimes made him feel. And that created another serious issue for her when it came to their relationship. She didn't understand… if Felicity truly loved Ollie, why would she… the last thing Sara ever wanted to do was cause Ollie pain, make things more difficult for him or make him feel less than. From what Ollie had hinted at, Felicity regularly used his trauma against him and she just couldn't understand how someone could do that and still claim to love that person. Yes, Ollie had a shit ton of issues, they both did and yes, there was stuff he needed to work on but making him feel bad about this, or even worse using those things against him and as a means to make him feel guilty and inadequate? It was just horrible, but again; she didn't… she only knew what Ollie vaguely hinted at and some comments Thea had made once or twice that gave her pause and made her wonder about Ollie and Felicity, and not just as a couple but also their friendship. But honestly, she barely knew Felicity, and that made it hard to make an objective judgment about her in general and her and Ollie in particular.

Sure, there had been instances during the short period of time she'd been a part of Ollie's team that she felt Felicity had crossed a line, but Ollie hadn't said anything, so she'd let it slide. Plus, she'd assumed her sometimes bratty attitude was linked to her very obvious crush on Ollie and the fact that he was not reciprocating it. She'd been on the receiving end of that attitude a couple of times and she'd figured it was mainly because she was with Ollie and Felicity wasn't sure how to handle the situation given her feelings for him and also the fact that she no longer was the only woman on the team, that seemed to have been important to her for some strange reason she'd never gotten.

Her mind pushed the memory of her taking care of Felicity's wound after the Clock King forward and what Felicity had said to Ollie. Sure, she'd had a shit ton of oxycodone, but that just meant she wasn't lying for sure. And she'd put a lot of emphasis on it.

I'm just used to being your girl.

And Ollie, as usual, had decided to play dumb and ignore the implication. Maybe she should've said something, but she hadn't felt it was her place. She'd only just gotten home like a week ago. She and Ollie had only just gotten back together and were still figuring shit out. She didn't know. She just took her cues from Ollie and Dig, which was why she hadn't told Felicity how stupid and dangerous her actions had been. Brave, maybe, but brave alone still could get you killed. Felicity shouldn't have followed her without her knowing she could've killed her. But Ollie hadn't said anything to her, had made no implication that he felt Felicity's action had not been smart or out of line. Then again, Ollie hadn't been there and seen the exact sequence of events. And maybe she should've said something, had it happened now, she would for sure, but back then… she'd trusted Ollie's judgement. He'd known Felicity, while she had not.

Plus, Ollie had walked away from Felicity the moment he had assured her about her place on the team. Sara wasn't entirely sure Felicity had interpreted his words the way he'd meant them, and followed her to the shower, which they'd shared. So, she hadn't put much weight on their exchange, not once questioning Ollie's intentions and the meaning behind his words. He hadn't given her any reason to doubt him. And she knew she didn't have any. Ollie had been solely focused on her, just as she had been on him. Not that it mattered anymore. The past was the past.

While she regularly missed phone calls to her parents, or even Sin, and struggled to stay in contact with the people she cared about, she and Ollie had even taken up texting. It was just easier given their busy schedules; finding a window to talk on the phone that worked for them both had proven to be almost impossible on a regular basis. Sin and Thea had also taken to texting instead of calling cause chances of reaching her or getting a timely response were just greater. And boy, if she didn't feel extremely guilty about that.

But be that as it may, she had so far never once missed the weekly phone calls she had with William, sometimes even more than that if he was struggling with something and didn't know how to approach Ollie, or if Ollie was the thing he was struggling with, if William tried to reach her she'd make sure she'd either pick up the phone or call him back as soon as possible. She'd hung out with the kid a lot after he had first moved to Star City, simply because she'd had the time and Ollie had trusted her to not only look after him but keep him safe. So they'd bonded, and he'd started to tell her things and let her in. Sharing some of his feelings. She was glad he'd trusted her. It had helped her try to use that trust to make him bond with Ollie, and also to help Ollie understand his son's position and struggles.

There was a lot of Ollie hidden in William, as she'd found out while spending time with the kid, and she loved finding those little things that reminded her of how Ollie used to be back when he was his son's age, it was nice and fascinating. And definitely worthy of being put in the nature versus nurture debate and just how much was genetics as opposed to learnt behavior. Ollie hadn't been a part in the kid's life, not in his formative years, and was only now taking on a permanent role in his life, despite that, there was a lot of Ollie in William. Some of his behavior, his likes and dislikes, the way he thought and handled certain situations. It was like the Professor loved to say: astonishing. She'd loved spending time with William and especially spending time with William and Ollie. It had been nice, very nice. It had felt like home. And she missed it. A lot. Too much.

Question just was if she didn't want casual but serious with Ollie, would he want the same and how exactly would they be able to pull it off if they couldn't even manage to talk on the phone regularly? Would she be able to leave the Legends for him? Did she want to? Would it become an issue somewhere down the line if she left the Legends primarily to be able to be with him, even if it was solely her choice and nothing he'd ever ask of her?

Not that it mattered right now. Ollie pretty much proposed to Felicity less than twenty-four hours ago, so serious was not something he should even consider concerning them right now, at least not before he sorted himself and his feelings out. Which meant serious wasn't going to be on the table for a while. But bringing the possibility up might be something she should do, make sure he knew his options, or at least make sure he was aware that she was potentially an option if he still wanted her in that way. If he still wanted to share his life with her as he had around three, four years ago.

But still, it was a legitimate question, one she'd seriously considered during her time back home. Not that she'd ever brought it up. Or even just hinted at it or let on that she might be considering giving them another shot, if he were willing as well. Things had been too messed up for him and she'd felt entirely lost without a mission and a purpose.

It had been once Ollie had asked Raisa for help when it came to caring for William that she'd decided to take the first job she could get, just to feel like she was doing something, not that it had been particularly enjoyable, and she'd been completely bored by the life that had been forced on her. She hadn't been ready to come home. It hadn't been her choice. She had been forced off the Waverider and maybe that had been the key problem. She'd once again not been in control of her life and someone else had made a significant choice for her.

Or maybe the Time Bureau's time courier could be the solution to what would be their main problem, if she could get from the Waverider to Ollie's place within seconds or the other way around, maybe being with Ollie, and someone William could count on, and still be with the Legends could actually work.

And what the fuck was she doing right now?

Sara leaned past Jax and grabbed Mick's glass, knowing for sure it'd be hard liquor, which was exactly what she needed right now and given the fact she'd spend the last couple of hours with Ollie, she was all out of drinks. She chugged it down and gave the empty glass back to him and pointedly ignored the smirk on his face. Of course Mick would see right through her and of course he would've noticed and of course he would address it, while everyone else would just ignore the elephant in the room, which was the sexual tension between her and Ollie, less than a day after he and Felicity had made a very public scene cause he wanted to marry her while she did not want to marry him.

How the fuck did she always manage to end up in the middle of Ollie's relationship messes?

God, Mick could be such an observant pain in the ass when he wanted to be. He saw and understood a lot more than people gave him credit for and he was the one person on the Waverider who actually seemed to perfectly understand the connection between Ollie and her, which sucked. But she guessed in a way it was similar to Mick and Leonard's if you took the sex out of the equation.

She tried to rein her wayward thoughts back in and scrolled through the texts from her mom, looking for the name of the spa. She copied the link and sent it to Ollie. Once again, questioning if this was a good idea. She looked back at the phone when it vibrated. Ollie had texted back, with another link which led to a specific room of the hotel and the question'good?'and a wink emoji. Was he for real? The room he sent her was a suite, with a huge glass shower, a king-size bed, a kitchenette, a living area and a whirlpool. She switched back to their chat when she saw a new message from him. He let her know the hotel had room service and a couple of shops, in case she hadn't packed a skimpy bikini to attend a wedding. She rolled her eyes at his text, easily picturing the shit-eating grin on his face. Sara wished she could say that her mind hadn't automatically come up with ideas of how they could make the best use of that shower, or whirlpool, or the bed. But now that she had, she really wanted…

What the fuck were they doing?

She looked at the room online again, the living space would be great for the workout they'd talked about, the furniture could easily be pushed to the side to give them room, and this time when she swiped through all the pictures of the room she noticed the floor lengths mirror right across the glass shower…'book it'she'd sent the text while her mind painted a very vivid picture of them in that shower looking at that mirror in her mind and before it completely registered in her head, Ollie just sent a thumbs up emoji back and she added an'I'll need a nice, long, hot shower after today.'It took him a moment to reply, and she wondered if it was because he was going through the process of booking the room or her text.'I'll wash your back and make sure all those hard to reach places are clean. Room's booked.'His following text answered her question twofold.

"Everything okay?" The question ripped her from her thoughts and the text conversation she was having with Ollie.

"Yeah, why?" She looked up from her phone at Jax, confused.

"Just thought maybe it's the team." He replied and seemed slightly worried and also a bit curious.

"Nah, just Ollie, asking which room to book for tonight." She was only partially focused on the conversation, while replying to Ollie's text and trying to keep her mind from running wild.

"Okay, cool. Wait what?" She looked up at the bewildered tone of his voice and had to grin at the look on his face. Being reminded of just how young he was. He could be so innocent and naïve at times. It was adorable.

"We decided to use the opportunity and spend the day together tomorrow. Starting with a morning run and workout. So it's a lot more convenient when he's not staying with Cisco and I'm staying at a hotel on the other side of the city." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth, either. She wondered whether Jax would call out her bullshit or not. Sometimes he did, other times he did not, and she wasn't entirely sure how aware he was of her and Ollie's past. She wasn't one to point it out. The entire team knew they had a past, and that Ollie was important to her, the photo she kept of him and Laurel was just one thing making his standing in her life obvious, but how much detail each of them had, was not something she'd ever bothered to find out.

"Plus, a lot easier to bang him that way." The look Jax gave Mick to that statement was priceless, she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at the young man.

"I'm sure that's not…" Her mechanic began, trying to defend her and Ollie, but she never let him finish. One, they didn't need anyone to defend them. They were quite capable of doing it themselves, when it was required, but more times than not, there was no need to defend them, because they were usually guilty as charged. Today was no different.

"Yeah, that too." She interrupted Jax. There was no reason for her to lie to them. She wasn't ashamed of their… plans… she guessed, given the fact that Ollie pretty much picked the most sinful room the hotel had to offer. And sure, one could just simply assume he'd just taken a suite out of principle or habit, but she knew him better than that and if that had been the case, he'd taken the most expensive one and he had not. Especially since the first picture that had been shown when opening the link had been the shower and the mirror across from it clearly visible, which was not the first one that was shown in the slide of the pictures of the room nor the last, it had been somewhere in the middle. He'd wanted to make sure she saw the shower and that she'd notice the mirror across from the shower. Because his thoughts had gone in the same direction as hers. There was no way in hell they weren't going to have sex in that shower at least once.

Notes:

I would love to hear some thoughts on the chapter. Did you like it? Did you hate it? What was your favorite part? Did I get Sara and Oliver right? Is anyone even still reading this? It's kind of frustrating and demotivating to not get any reaction from anyone after spending hours upon hours writing, researching and editing a chapter, especially chapters as long as this one... if you took the time to read it, it would be nice if you also took the time to let me know that you did and whether you liked it or not. Otherwise I just automatically assume people either don't read it anymore or read it but don't really care about it... I feel kinda icky writing this, or pretty much beg for comments in every chapter of every story I write but as I've mentioned before it's the only way for us writers to know if people are still reading and enjoying the story. It feels a bit ungrateful to just not get a reaction at all. Writing a chapter like this one easily takes up to 12-36 hours or more depending on the amount of research and editing that's being done. That's a lot of time out of my life. I enjoy writing but it would be nice to get a reaction even a simple "nice chapter" would suffice and be appreciated and that takes seconds to write. It just makes me kinda sad that people don't seem to care enough about what I write to take the time to leave a short comment. I'm not gonna stop writing when I don't get reactions, those are just highly motivating and have occasionally led to faster updates. Honestly, I just really love to read people's thoughts and reactions to my stories. I'm curious how you guys like it or feel, what was your favorite part which one didn't you like etc. I live for those exchanges and they help me grow as a writer.

Okay, so I chose ally on purpose when Oliver referenced Kara, because honestly this was like the second time he met the woman, there's no way Oliver would already refer to her as a friend, the guy needs a lot of warm up to people.

Also just as a reminder, we love Mama Lance over here. She was done so dirty on the show.

Sara loves her family, which includes Sin and the Queen siblings, and so does Oliver.

So, I personally can't picture Felicity being very adventurous in bed, to me she feels very uptight and vanilla. Which Oliver is most definitely not. So... yeah, my opinion, you might agree or you might disagree, I'm open to hearing others opinions. I just find it hard to picture her as openminded in bed given how narrow minded she is with most things in life.

I think that's it.

Chapter title is still from the song "Remind me" by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood.