Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Sara never liked Ray Palmer. He essentially stole Oli's company out from underneath him, and yet everyone seemed to forget about that. Mostly because Oliver was happier now, but whatever. That was the reason she disliked him.
Then there was the whole 'trying to be a superhero thing', which was something he actually said with a smile on his face, like it was a big game to him. Something to do because he was rich and bored. Even though he had a better reason than that he was still grossly underqualified to join Team Arrow.
Yeah, his suit was impressive, but if it broke down he'd be helpless. But that wasn't the reason either. Nor was it that she had a weird feeling of familiarity with him, like she might have known him better in another life.
No, the main reason Sara didn't like Ray Palmer was that he had a thing for her girlfriend, and he didn't even have the decency to try and hide it. He was looking at her.
Staring at her really. And then there was the whole him stalking her for weeks. He swore that was just for a job, but not even Felicity believe that.
Which was why Sara felt she was completely justified in showing up randomly to Felicity's office whenever she could to make it clear that Felicity was taken.
Which led to their first big fight as a couple, which Sara still blamed on Ray, but she couldn't deny she was also to blame, which was why this time she brought flowers.
"Really?" Felicity sighed when she spotted her girlfriend, "I'm mad at you for showing up to my work and embarrassing me, so you show up to my work to embarrass me?"
"We both know that's not why you're mad." Sara pointed out, before quickly adding in a softer tone while lowering her gaze, "But if you want me to leave, I'll leave. I just, I hate you being mad at me."
"I hate it too." Felicity admitted after a pause, then after another sighed, "Alright, but close and lock the door."
"Thanks." Sara smiled softly, quickly doing as she was told.
"So..." Felicity asked after another long pause, "Why am I mad at you?"
"Is this a test?" Sara quipped, placing the flowers down on Felicity's desk.
Felicity frowned, "Don't be cute."
"Because that's your job?" Sara quipped, unable to stop herself, and then becoming serious as Felicity gave her a look, "You think I don't trust you. That maybe if any man came onto you, you give in because you're straight, not strong enough to resist, or whatever, when nothing can be further from the truth and I'm so sorry Felicity. I'm not this girl. I'm not a jealous freak. Or at least I wasn't. But until I met you. Before I didn't really care. My boyfriends were just distractions, and Nyssa, well, she never really cared about monogamy. But with you it's different. Suddenly I'm this overprotective nutcase who can't stand the idea of anyone even looking at you the wrong way, and, I don't know, maybe it's what we do, the danger we're always in, or we both go looking for, or that we're surrounded by so much darkness, or you're just so stunningly beautiful and don't know it that trust other people not to hurt you, but I just, I just-"
For once it was a rambling Sara being cut off by Felicity's lips, this kiss being so soft and sweet that both of them were disappointed when it of seconds later as Felicity pulled back and smiled sheepishly, "I told you not to be cute."
Smiling softly back Sara asked, "Does this mean I'm off the hook?"
"Not quite... but... you haven't exactly been imagining things." Felicity admitted, and because she knew that sounded quickly clarified, "I spoke to Ray about his recent behaviour and he admitted I reminded him a lot of his ex-wife, which was why he couldn't stop looking at me, even when you were around, but he's been seeing someone recently. Which I know sounds like a line, but I swear, I met her. And soon you will too. See, we went for coffee down the street, and I met his sort of girlfriend, who is a barista, and I agreed to a double date so you can give her the 3rd degree all you want if it means putting all this nastiness behind us."
"Sounds good to me." Sara smiled leaning in for another quick kiss before adding with a wicked smile, "Now, if there was only some way I could make this all up to you?"
Before Sara could really try anything Felicity quickly told her, "Well, there is one thing?"
"What?" Sara grinned.
"You can ask me that thing you've almost been asking me for weeks." Felicity said, and then when the other blonde looked taken aback added, "Oh come on Sara, did you really think I wouldn't notice? You've been tiptoeing around something for weeks now, just man up and tell me already. I already said I wanted you to tell me what you want, and while I appreciate the baby steps there's obviously something else, so what is it?"
There was a long pause and then Sara softly said, "Anal?"
There was another pause and then Felicity asked, "As in?"
"As in anal sex." Sara said firmly, "I want to have anal sex with you."
"No, I get that." Felicity blushed, this blush seeming even redder as her cheeks had been so pale the last few seconds, "I mean, giving or receiving. Me! I mean are you, I-"
"I want to fuck your ass." Sara admitted bluntly, a slight smirk crossing her face as she added, "Well, I'd be good with either, and eventually I really want to do both, but I think it would be easier if you were on the receiving end first."
"No, I believe you." Felicity said softly.
"Of course we don't have to do it right away, or at all, it's just that-" Sara began babbling.
