“I’m just saying, when I was working with Oliver I didn’t
need to stop for donuts every ten seconds,” Helena said with a smirk.
“No, you were too busy killing anything that moved.” Laurel
made a great show of looking down at Helena’s legs. “I didn’t realize they let
you get seconds and thirds in prison.”
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that without half a loaf of
bread shoved in your mother?”
“Your friends aren’t getting along, are they?” a guy sitting
at the table next to theirs asked Thea.
The youngest Queen sibling rolled her eyes. “No. Sometimes I
wonder if how they can be older than me.”
“Some people are more mature for their age,” the guy said.
Thea smiled at that only for her lips to twerk down a bit as she noticed how
much the guy was staring at her. Thea Queen was used to men looking at her… she
was young, hot, had a rich family, and cared about how she looked. Not just
hair and makeup but also her body. Even before she had taken up the role of
Speedy she had worked hard to tone her muscles and get her body in fighting
shape. She never wanted to be a victim and as Starling had gone further and
further to hell she had become more determined to be strong. She was proud that
she could bench press her own weight and go on a 2 mile jog without gasping for
air. She was fit and trim and knew it and also knew that the world knew it as
well.
Normally people admiring her body didn’t matter to her but
today it just seemed to rub her the wrong way. She reached up, tugging slightly
at her shirt, grimacing as she felt her bra strap digging into her shoulders. Thea
honestly couldn’t put her finger on what was wrong. The guy talking to her
seemed nice enough; dark hair, nice and thin, average height…
Her mind suddenly flashed to a much yummier man. Hair blonde
instead of dark that she could run her fingers through, broad shoulders and a
muscular chest that even with its many scars just begged for to be touched,
tall enough that he could wrap his arms around her and make her feel so safe or
lift her in the air before he slowly sank her down on his rock hard cock, her
mouth parted as she screamed “Ollie!” over and over-
Thea’s eyes went wide. ‘Oh god… did I just fantasy about
fucking my brother?’
“Hey, you okay?” the guy asked.
“Uh… I don’t think so,” Thea said, swallowing nervously. She
grabbed the Reuben she’d ordered, hoping to distract herself with food, and
began to inhale it.
“Are you sure?” the guy asked, reaching over to touch her
shoulder. “You look sweaty-“
The guy let out a yelp as Laurel and Helena on pure instinct
both reached over and grabbed his wrist.
“She doesn’t belong to you,” Laurel growled.
“She is HIS and you will NOT touch her!” Helena snarled.
The guy leapt back, eyes wide. “Sorry! Sorry!” He grabbed
his food and hurried off, the other people in the restaurant staring at the
ladies for a moment before returning to their meals. Thea, Laurel, and Helena
though couldn’t and pushed their chairs closer together, Laurel and Helena
forgetting all about their fight.
“Okay… what was that?” Helena whispered.
“I don’t know,” Thea said, “but thank you… before it just
felt wrong for him looking at me but when he tried to touch me my mind screamed
‘NO! NO TOUCH!’. I would have probably decked him if you hadn’t stopped him.”
Thea looked at the two, nervously trying to choose her words carefully. “What
did you mean when you said I was his?”
Laurel shook her head. “I… I don’t know…” She shifted in her
seat, finishing the last bit of her food yet still feeling super hungry. “It’s
just… since we left Star Labs I’ve felt this… connection.”
Helena nodded. “I don’t normally agree with you but you’re
right. Hell, normally I’d have blown you two off when Oliver pushed us out the
door but now…”
Thea swallowed. “It feels weird… like we are meant to be
together…” in a lower, quieter voice, she added, “…with Ollie.”
Laurel and Helena nodded silently in agreement. “I think we
should get back to the Cave,” Helena said. “We shouldn’t be away from him for
too long.”
Thea was in complete agreement. It wasn’t a matter of not
feeling safe… in fact with the way she was feeling she was sure she could kick
the asses of everyone in the diner. It was more of a need… a desire… to have
all four of them together. It was wrong to be separated from Oliver for too
long.
‘Because we belong to him’ a little voice in her head
whispered.
Thea stood up, only to stare at Laurel and Helena in
surprise. Their once loose fitting shirts looked a size too small and their
pants appeared to be painted on. Thea’s own clothing felt and looked the same
and from the looked they were getting from those around them everyone else
noticed it too. Laurel’s nipples were poking through her shirt while Helena was
sporting a major camel toe. Silently mouthing ‘let’s go’ Thea took a step… only
to wobble and nearly fall. Laurel and Helena caught her and Thea looked down at
her shoes… and saw, to her shock, that they were falling apart, her toes almost
bursting out of them.
“We… we need to go now!” Thea hissed.