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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Laurel Lance prided herself on always being on time. She was the organised one in the family, and she knew it drove her sister crazy. When they were children she used to take great joy out of teasing Sara about it, and it was something she continued to do now they were adults for more selfless reasons.
Okay, it still gave her more than a bit of pleasure, but mostly Laurel just wanted Sara to better herself. That was what she'd always wanted. That's why she nagged her sister. Maybe a bit too much, but it was coming from a place of love. Sara had never seen it that way though, which was why she was probably never going to hear the end of this.
Because she wasn't just late, she was over 20 minutes late. And this wasn't for coffee or a family dinner or anything so normal, this was to help her sister pick out her wedding dress, something Laurel had hoped and prayed for ever since they were young.
Almost as much as picking out her own wedding dress. But Sara had repeatedly told her she wasn't the marrying type, so Laurel had feared this day would never come.
Now it had, and she was so, so happy for Sara, and yet Laurel had let her down. And she had broken a heel, forcing The Black Canary to run bare foot through the shopping mall with passers-by looking at her, smirking to themselves and judging her.
Not that it was as horrifying as the smirk and look Sara gave her when she finally arrived, "Hey there, Ms Punctuality."
"I'm so, so sorry I'm late." Laurel quickly apologised.
"Don't be, this is like the best wedding gift ever. Perfect little Laurel Lance, late to the party for once." Sara smirked, that smirk becoming wider as she added with painfully obvious false innocence, "But I wonder, what could have ever made perfect little Laurel Lance late?"
Laurel blushed and then held up her ruined shoe, "I broke a heel."
"Uh-huh." Sara nodded, giving Laurel a look, "And?"
"And..." Laurel blushed even deeper, and then unconvincingly, "My, my car broke down."
"Oh really?" Sara laughed, "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
"Sara!" Laurel whined, "We're not here to talk about my love life. We're here to pick you out a dress."
"No need." Sara shrugged, before pointing, "I was just going to buy this one."
"What! No, I..." Laurel exclaimed, before frowning, "Wait... that isn't just the first dress you saw, is it?"
"Well, first one that I kind of liked." Sara admitted.
"SARA!" Laurel yelled, briefly getting everyone in the shop's attention.
"Hey, I told you I'm not into this stuff like you are. And I'm on a budget. So excuse me if I buy the most affordable dress so I can just get out of here." Sara argued back loudly, "I've already told Felicity, I don't care about the dress, the flowers, the venue or any of that bull shit. I just want to marry her and have her as my wife for the rest of my life. However long that is."
The last part was added quietly, causing Laurel to soften, "I get that. I really do. But... don't you want to look nice for your bride?"
There was a long pause and then Sara crossed her arms and huffed, "Fine! But you have to admit the real reason why you're late."
There was another long pause in which Laurel blushed furiously and then Sara unfolded her arms and laughed as Laurel softly murmured, "She's trying to kill me. I swear to God she's trying to kill me."
"If anyone knows how to kill a girl with orgasms, it's Nyssa al Ghul." Sara laughed.
"Don't laugh, I'm serious." Laurel softly insisted.
"So am I." Sara chuckled, "It'd probably be through heart failure, or something. But don't worry, if she wanted it you'd be dead already. Right now, she's just bringing you to the brink of death through orgasms, so she can get as much out of you as possible."
"Yeah, but does she have an off switch?" Laurel asked, leaning into whisper, "Seriously, I've tried everything. Well, everything not super gross."
Sara frowned, still with a big smile on her face, "Na, but don't worry, things will calm down eventually. Until then, just enjoyed the honeymoon phase."
"I'm not sure I can." Laurel grumbled, before rushing her explanation, and thus causing her to blush even more, "I mean, it's just so... much. I, I've never cum like this before. Actually, I'm beginning to think I never..."
When Laurel trailed off she thought she was going to die of embarrassment, and of course Sara couldn't let it go, "Never what? Never cum?"
"No, I... I... oh God, can we just drop this and try on dresses?" Laurel pleaded.
"No way, this is way too good." Sara grinned in delight, and then after a pause in which she just stared at her sister the blonde added, "You know, Oli has always had many faults, but being bad in bed wasn't ever one of them. So, if you couldn't cum with him... chances are that you're gay."
"Please, say it a little louder." Laurel grumbled.
Sara raised an eyebrow, "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know?"
"I know, it's just..." Laurel said before her shoulder slumped, "I feel so stupid."
Sara frowned, "Why?"
There was a pause and then Laurel mumbled, "If I am... you know... gay, why did it take me so long to figure it out? Why did I throw myself at Oliver and Tommy, if they weren't really what I wanted? Why do I feel this way? Why didn't I feel this way sooner? God, none of this makes any sense!"
"Or, it makes perfect sense." Sara said after a brief pause and then when her sister gave her a look she added, "You were always obsessed with being the good girl. Good girls aren't gay. They go to college, get a respectable job, marry Prince Charming and have kids. So anything which didn't fit with your perfect idea of yourself you repressed. Until I died. Then you completely lost it."
"I wouldn't say I completely lost it." Laurel grumbled, "That makes me sound crazy."
"You kind of were." Sara insisted, then when Laurel gave her another look she quickly added, "Think about what we do. You honestly think we aren't all a little crazy?"
There was another pause and then Laurel reluctantly agreed, "I guess."