Arrow Birds Of Prey

Sara Lance

hurt.

She'd learned to endure a lot of pain over the years, but never being apart from Nyssa. There were so many ways to deal with pain, but only one way to deal with

this.

The League's way. Remind herself that it was necessary. She couldn't be with Nyssa. Starling City needed her, her family needed her.

Nyssa needs you,

a small voice said, so deep inside her that Sara couldn't possibly shut it up.

You need her.

She sat in Club Verdant, watching it close up, the last of the employees departing one by one. She'd surreptitiously secured herself in the rafters, an easy feat for her training. Soon, there was no one to bother her. She changed into her leathers, prepared to go out on patrol. Maybe she could pretend any muggers she found were what was keeping her and Nyssa apart.

"I never complimented you on your new garb," a voice rang out, echoing through the empty club like a caress that ran from one wall to another. "An appalling oversight on my part."

Sara spotted Nyssa, lurking at one of the side exits. Her armor on, but her face unveiled. Just looking at her, Sara trusted she wasn't there to fight.

"I most especially like the jacket. It seems to me you built the suit entire around that."

With a sixth grade gymnast gold medal dismount, she dropped down to the floor. Nyssa wasn't there to fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't beg for Sara to come back, in her own way. Something infinitely more dangerous.

"I can't go back, Nyssa. You know that."

"I am aware," Nyssa said, almost haughty, and Sara caught the words in their secret language, built year by year, touch by touch.

Do you really think I know you so poorly?

"Do you have any change?"

"What?"

"Change?" Nyssa's eyes tilted to the side, reviewing her secondary knowledge of English. "The coins? Little coins you use for soft drinks and arcades?"

"Yeah... I have change..." Sara reached into one of her jacket's hidden pockets. It had almost a hundred of them. She guessed Nyssa had thought Sara would use them for USB drives, microfilm, little lockpicks, but mostly she kept old ticket stubs inside them. So hipster of her...

She found a quarter. Flipped it to Nyssa, who caught it expertly. "The League of Assassins graciously accepts your payment. I will stay to provide whatever services I can render in exchange for your generous contribution to our cause."

Sara shook her head. "Nyssa, what are you doing?"

"Accepting a contract. Why? Do you believe our terms are unreasonable?" Nyssa's dark eyes were smoldering with a kind of sardonic humor uniquely hers. "I will accept a dime, but no less."

"Your father will never accept this."

"My father gives orders, but my heart commands me. And you are my heart." Nyssa sauntered closer to Sara, treating her like a tiger that was finally at ease, allowing her to approach. "If anyone asks—insinuating myself in the circle of a wealthy CEO and his team of vigilantes seems to me the sort of thing the League of Assassins would condone. I will, of course, slowly corrupt you and your friends, giving Ra's al Ghul a hold on Starling City, and advancing our cause throughout North America."

It was possible only Sara Lance could hear that plot from a master assassin and smile. "I was already missing you. It already felt like I couldn't breathe."

"Then breathe,

Ta-er al-Asfer

. Breathe deeply."

They embraced. Coming back to Starling City hadn't felt like home. That had been scrubbed out of her, washed from the marrow of her bones. Starling City was just a place. Even Laurel, Quentin, Ollie—they were just people. Nyssa, she was home. Sara held tightly to her, knowing she would never have to let go again.

Her hands traced down Nyssa's back, long-remembered curves, feeling things both inwardly and outwardly that she had not allowed herself to when she'd known they would have to separate.

With a smile, Nyssa told Sara to undress her. Sara did. Eager to obey.

"Leave the costume on. And the mask," Nyssa told her. "I wish to lay claim to every facet of you."

"You like the wig," Sara replied. "I knew it."

"I prefer—" Nyssa's hand dipped into Sara's pants, "your real hair."

***

Felicity Smoak was not looking forward to another night of trying to hack into the Triads. Her evening nap had turned into a very weird sex dream involving equal measures Oliver Queen and Jennifer Lopez. The J-Lo thing seemed more likely to happen. As much as she mooned over him, Oliver had decided that the one woman in the world he wouldn't bang couldn't be some 98-year-old woman in Tibet, no, it had to be

her.

She went to the club's back entrance, fully prepared to tell anyone who asked that, as Oliver's secretary, she was there to pick up his cell phone, which he'd lost. She mentally rehearsed it over and over, right up until her hand was on the doorknob. Then she heard it.

Someone was crying out.

Had

cried out. Now they were silent. Everything was silent, except for the wind, which now that Felicity thought about it, was really creepy, whistling and blowing on stuff...

"Maybe I should knock," she said aloud, and raised her fist as if wondering what it would do if it came into contact with a volatile substance like a door. She was about to find out when the cry came again, this time in a pleading tone. Almost as if someone—or something—no, someone—was in pain and begging for it to stop.

Felicity hovered at the door, rooted in place. Listening.

***

Sara stared at Nyssa's sex, her slit pink and wet and hot for her. She'd stepped out of her trousers and now held the skirt of her clothing up out of the way. Sara could

smell

her.

"I've missed your kisses," Nyssa told her, sitting down, her skirts still held out of the way in an oddly dainty gesture. "I've missed your kisses absolutely everywhere, but one place in particular—"

As much as she loved Nyssa, Sara knew one of the reasons their attraction was so fierce was that Sara was one of the few people in Nyssa's orbit who wasn't frightened of her, that didn't blindly obey her. So instead of following the veiled order, she knelt down and ran her hands up Nyssa's smooth legs—creamy, lightly freckled, looking as delicious as Sara knew her to taste.

Grinning boldly up at Nyssa, Sara ran her cheek over Nyssa's thigh. The assassin

trembled

as Sara got closer and closer to her slit. Then, all at once, Sara threw herself forward and was buried in Nyssa's sweet taste.

***

"

Subhanallah!

" The voice came from the same direction as before, but Felicity heard it clearly this time. Obviously, it was louder. Not that she could understand it, not having taken Arabic As A Second Language in college.

The dream she'd had about Oliver—and J-Lo—flickered back into Felicity's mind. Like the word had triggered some posthypnotic suggestion, Felicity slowly turned the knob. The door moved in fractions of inches, as slowly as a safe being cracked, and all the time that voice grew clearer and clearer, resolving into an agonized groan that twisted Felicity's guts into a knot of fear.

A low, needing whine: "Oh yes... please... just like that...!"

Felicity stood transfixed, facing a door that was only open a fraction. But it was open.

***

"Oh yes, oh yes!" Nyssa's hands had slid behind Sara's head, where they held as firmly as iron bars. "You consume my womanhood like a—a ravenous wolf!"

Sara stopped licking, now probing her tongue between the pouting lips of Nyssa's cunt as delicately as a lockpick. Nyssa whined and gasped in a manner in no way befitting the Daughter of the Demon.

"Oh, my love!" Nyssa exclaimed. "Even if you didn't have my heart, it would be worth coming to this stinking city—simply for your

tongue!"

Sara continued attending to her task, now grinding her strong thighs together to feel the juices building in her panties. She didn't know which was making her so horny—tasting Nyssa's cunt or hearing her desperate outcry. She rounded her hands around Nyssa's hips, cupping a lithe ass; overjoyed to discover it was even better to the touch than she remembered.

"

My tongue demands tribute,"

Sara said in panting Arabic. "

Give it one, lover."

Nyssa nodded in eager submission.

***

A sharp wail shot through the door, making Felicity instinctively jump back. Her mind rushed to a decision. She would leave. This was none of her business. She would just damn well leave.

Only now the sounds had changed. There was no more whimpering breathiness, just low, gasping moans. Sounded like the noises J-Lo had been making in her dream. But it was so intense, so

loud

—even louder than it really, objectively was, somehow, the sound just

pounding

in her mind. Maybe it was something else? Maybe someone was hurt or in trouble! She should check. She would just... check...

Winding her fingers around the open door, Felicity took a deep breath and eased it further open.

***

Nyssa's hands were lost in Sara's hair, deliriously adrift in a sea of golden light. It seemed the one stable point in her world, as her whole body heaved rhythmically, trying to get more of her burning pussy to the sweet salve of Sara's mouth.

Sara had Nyssa's lips spread open, the bright pinkness inside blotting out the stark red of Sara's tongue. Both of them watched, spellbound by the interplay of colors as Nyssa absorbed the tongue over and over again. Then Sara noticed Nyssa's clit had swollen out of its hood. With a winking look to her lover, she pressed her tongue to it and Nyssa practically flew off her perch.

"Make me come, make me come," Nyssa chanted to the only woman in the world from whom she would beg a thing rather than simply take it. "Use your fingers."

Sara looked up at her, surprised that Nyssa was so quickly ready to be penetrated. But she herself felt the need, wanted her remembrance of Nyssa tightening and slickening around her fingers to become suddenly real. She wrapped her lips around Nyssa's glistening bud, devoting all her attention to that lucky morsel as her fingers found Nyssa's cunt, warm as melting butter...

***

Felicity moved so slowly, so aware of every motion, it was like she was watching herself through a dream. She pushed the door open, further and further. It seemed surreal that it didn't stop, that it kept

opening.

Her whole body tensed as the hinges twisted. She could imagine the worst-case scenario—a tiny squeak—and thought she would have a heart attack if that happened. But the door just—gave. Open a crack... enough for her to poke her head through.

"Do it, do it!" a high-pitched voice rang out, and despite the words, Felicity thought she had been detected, that someone was speaking to her. No, it was still just... them... and it was pretty obvious now that they weren't in trouble.

Just a couple of Thea's employees, getting some off the clock. What the hell was Felicity doing, peeking on them? She spent half the day on the internet; she knew how to find porn if that was what she was looking for. Cursing herself, Felicity took her hand off the door.

It yawned open anyway.

***

Nyssa made more noise than she would if a spear had pierced her heart, gasping as Sara twisted her fingers inside the other woman. She pulled Sara's wig clean off her head, tossing it aside as her lust grew. The lust that had been with her since she had first laid eyes on Sara. The lust that had grown every moment they'd trained and fought together. The lust that had been merely whetted, never quenched by actually possessing the blonde. The lust that had been set on fire by Sara's absence. The lust that was now building to an explosion.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Nyssa panted. "In the name of Ra's al Ghul,

fuck my cunt!"

With a wry look at her—they'd have to discuss pillow talk later—Sara eagerly pistoned her fingers through Nyssa's clasping sex, grinding her knuckles into the walls of Nyssa's pussy. Nyssa grunted like an animal, feeling her body throbbing out of control.

"Yes!" Nyssa cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her sex was spasming, her juices spilling out from deep within her as Sara's fingers slipped sleekly into her, fucking her even as she came. And yet Sara slowed down her mouth, only lapping intermittently at Nyssa's painfully erect clit to guide Nyssa to peak after peak of a powerful climax.

***

Felicity shook uncontrollably. She bit down on the ball of her thumb to keep from crying out. She had known Sara and Nyssa had been involved—Dig had awkwardly informed her of their full history—but that was back when Sara was a scary assassin lady.

She had no idea Sara... sweet, adorable, brave Sara... was still involved with some sort of terrorist. Still in love with her—still in the city with her,

Nyssa

was still in the city—still

fucking.

They were fucking right in front of her. She stood there, helplessly, trying to regain her senses. If anything, she would've thought Sara would be the one to make such a pitifully wounded sound, but she was the one doing it to Nyssa—making her face contort in obvious,

incredible

pleasure.

Her heart was pounding like a V8 engine. She imagined them hearing it across the empty room. Felicity put one hand to her breast, trying to muffle the telltale sound, and found her nipple hard.

***

Nyssa fell back in her seat, her dark thighs now bright in the dim light with the sheen of Sara's tongue and her own juices. Laughing animatedly—a broad, booming sound Sara was sure was a rare gift—Nyssa stripped off the clothes remaining above her waist.

"I knew—from the moment I looked in your eye—that you would be a fine warrior. If only I had known what a wicked tongue you would prove to have!" Nyssa laughed again, Sara reflecting it in a bright smile. "You should've warned me!"

"If only I had known I liked girls," Sara retorted. "You should've warned me."

Nyssa reached out to run her hands through Sara's natural hair, the shorter cut and duller sheen that was still very much to Nyssa's liking. "I'll warn you now: it was not only your lips whose absence I marked." Her fingers moved down to crest Sara's mouth. "Well... not

these

lips, I should say."

Nyssa was touching a huge smile as Sara undid her belt.

***

Felicity's dazed, almost unknowing stare remained on Sara and Nyssa. She watched like it was a magic show, looking for some illusion, some trick, some sign that it was all a lie, even as she watched Nyssa push Sara to the floor—spread her thighs—yank her pants to her knees. A brief glimpse showed Felicity that Sara's panties were wettened to her crotch; then Nyssa pulled them away.

"I will never relinquish your taste on my tongue again," Nyssa promised, lifting Sara's tanned legs onto her shoulders, then gluing her mouth to Sara's sex. Sara groaned in exuberant enjoyment as her folds were parted by a knowledgeable tongue. It was clear from Sara's groans and mewls—primal pleasure—that Nyssa was a skilled lover of women in general, and her in particular. "My most cherished prize is the pleasure I shall give you each night..."

"Fuck!" Sara replied eloquently as she squirmed under the weight of the pleasure Nyssa inflicted on her.

The obscenity hit Felicity like an electric charge, leaving her tingling. She didn't know what she was doing there, what was making her watch—only that she was there, she

was

watching. It seemed like... if this could happen to Sara, if one of the bravest, strongest women Felicity knew could give into this insane seduction... it could happen to anyone.

It could happen to

me, Felicity thought, trying to ignore the feeling that ran menacing up her thighs.

***

Sara's cunt was dripping wet—wetter than even Nyssa's had been, Sara thought guiltily. Christ, how much had she missed this? How had she not gone running back to Nanda Parbat for more of

her?

Because she'd known Nyssa would come for her. With every bit as much certainty as she knew Nyssa would teasingly sample her wetness with a flickering tongue—"Oh!"—before piercing her with the entire length—"Shit!"—Sara had known they would be pulled back together, by circumstances or Fate or Nyssa's sheer bloody-minded determination.

"I need to come," Sara gasped, all thoughts of restraint gone, all the relearned mannerisms of Starling City shed. She was just raw need, and Nyssa was pure satisfaction. Sara spread her legs as wide as she could and let the two meet. "Like only you can make me... only you..."

Nyssa's tongue withdrew between shimmering lips, replaced by two fingers curling inside Sara, a soft touch melting into her most sensitive place. Sara's mouth hung open. Her eyes fell shut.

"Only I can make you come like this," Nyssa said, pausing only to lick the dampness from her chin, "because only I can order you to come so

fucking

hard."

***

Felicity watched the scene before her like she was attending a TEDtalk, making note of every blur of Sara's gyrating hips, the exact angle of her splayed-out legs... the beads of perspiration breaking out on her own neck, to wander into the cleft of her cleavage.

She had to leave. Now, before she saw any more, before any more of

what they were doing

got into her head. She shut her eyes—still heard the deep, desperate sound of Sara

asking

to be fucked by this madwoman—turned around—still saw the veil of Nyssa's black hair undulating gently between Sara's thighs like a waterfall at night.

She opened her eyes again, the horrible scene literally behind her, and saw herself walking away, walking to her car, driving away, back to her own apartment, where no one had sweaty lesbian sex with any assassins whatsoever!

She just didn't move. There was a spark smoldering between her legs. She didn't want it to go out. And as she turned around, every inch she moved made the spark burn brighter.

***

Sara had been horny. Then, tasting Nyssa's cunt, she'd been desperate. Now, she was no longer anything

but

need. She begged. Begged simply because Nyssa wanted her to.

"Tell me to come! Tell me to come!"

Nyssa looked into Sara's eyes. Looked down to Sara's clit. She lowered her teeth to it, spoke against it like the little thing could hear her. "You are mine. So come for

me!"

Her teeth gnashed.

Sara came. Fucking her pussy desperately into the sheer beauty of Nyssa's face as she came uncontrollably against the pure pleasure of Nyssa's mouth, moaning, whining, jerking her flushed ass cheeks right off the carpet. Her body gave Nyssa all the pungent juices she had to offer, coming for nearly a minute, and Nyssa took it all. As greedily as Felicity's widened eyes took in the sight of it.

***

Felicity's hand moved down her body as if discovering it for the first time. Her belly was soft, the slope downward graceful, a smooth dip to the soft material of her skirt. Underneath, the softer feel of her pubic mound. She rested her hand there as if the need would end with it, but it didn't. Seeing Sara come, it got worse. While the rest of her was frozen, her hand moved. Back and forth, through the silky material of her panties, against the slippery moisture crowning her trembling pubis. Then, inside, under the damp heat, against

herself.

She came, already knowing it wouldn't be enough.

***

"I had an unquenchable thirst for you," Nyssa whispered in Sara's ear as they laid together on the body-warm floor, its material soaked in the heat they had generated. "I satiate myself with the sight of you, the sound of you, the feel of you, but I still feel this thirst. I'm as bound to you as I am to the air and the water."

"Then take your fill," Sara said, poising her naked body underneath Nyssa's, though she only provoked a new, soulful kiss. Their hunger for each other had been too intense. In satisfying it, they had emptied themselves. All that was left was the soft, succoring feel of their togetherness.