Arrow/The Flash, "The Other Side of Lonely" Epilogue, Laurel/Cisco, rated M

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Fandoms: Arrow, The Flash
Title: The Other Side of Lonely: Epilogue
Characters/Pairings: Laurel Lance, Cisco Ramon, Cisco/Laurel (BlackVibe), other characters mentioned
Rating: M (eventually)
Genre: Action/Romance
Warnings/Spoilers: Loosely based on the season 1 finale of The Flash, and the season 3 finale of Arrow. Adult situations in future chapters.

Notes: Finished for wipbigbang 2022. Loosely based on canon from the end of Season 1 of The Flash and the end of Season 3 of Arrow.

Links: AO3 | FFnet

Summary: Fighting alone on the streets of Starling City, the Black Canary could use a little help from a friend. Enter: Cisco Ramon.

Chapter Five

The moment Cisco parked his van outside of Laurel’s place, she was kissing him, pushing him back against the van’s door. He felt dizzy as he tasted her, her frenetic kisses hot and desperate. He wouldn’t complain, of course; he really liked Laurel, and he idolized her as Black Canary. Working this case with her had been invigorating, and he wondered what had spurred her forward to make a move on him. 

He was more than happy to oblige her, though. She drew him with her, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him flush against her. They moved together, licking and kissing until somehow they had gotten back inside her place as she drew him steadily toward the bedroom. She paused several times to strip off the leather of her Black Canary costume, and when Cisco finally gained purchase on her hot skin, she began to pull at his clothes.

He felt her fingers trace softly over his chest, lightly teasing his nipples. Cisco was so glad he started working out a little bit, but he felt guilty he wasn’t as muscled or lean as he could have been. Still, Laurel didn’t seem to mind and was enjoying the softness of his skin. When the back of his thighs met the edge of her bed, he wondered if he should stop her - ask her where this was going between them. He felt her tug at his pants, pulling them down until he wore nothing by his short black underwear. When her fingertips skimmed the elastic of his briefs, he sucked in a breath as she assaulted his mouth some more. 

He pulled her into his arms, cracking open his eyes quickly to get a glimpse of her exposed breasts that rubbed against his chest. He longed to touch them, hold them in his hand and trace the shape of their curves. 

When her hands cupped the swell of his ass and brought his hips against hers, Cisco felt daring and touched her as he pleased, making her moan as his fingers caressed her pebbled nipples. He pulled away from her lips and she threw her head back as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He carded his hand through her hair, and as he ventured over to the other nipple, Laurel had finally freed him of his underwear, taking his thickness in her hand. He groaned against her nipple, and she pulled his face up to hers to continue their heated kiss. She pushed him down on the bed, and he saw a predatory glint in her eyes before she claimed his mouth again. 

He tried to keep up, Laurel was impatient and heated, and she moved as though she knew exactly what she wanted - and she would get it too.

Cisco gave himself to her, anything she wanted, and when her hand took his shaft in her grip again, he whimpered in submission as she slid up and down, coating the length with the precum that had formed there. 

“Laurel…” He moaned. He swore in Spanish, which only encouraged her, but she paused in their kiss and leaned over him to grab something from her nightstand drawer. He saw the package in her hand and watched her deliriously as she rolled the condom down his cock. 

He was about to ask if she really wanted this, but he stopped himself, afraid that he would lose this chance to her. He’d been so lonely lately, and Laurel filled a hole in his heart that had been so battered and burned lately from the misery in his life.

He could tell she was lonely too, and she clung to him desperately, finding solace in his company and now his touch. 

Laurel returned to their kiss, and Cisco felt the tenderness in it, and when she sucked on his lips, he felt her press her hips against his. She fluttered a hand through his hair and cupped the back of his head. She drew away for a moment, leaning her forehead against this. She drew a heavy breath, and he realized she was crying, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Cisco jolted, and he leaned up to caress her cheek. “Hey, hey, we don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she whispered. “I want to.” And she looked deeply into his eyes through her tears. “Tonight was…damn it, I’ve been so lonely. This lifestyle leaves scars. Scars everywhere, even places no one can see.”

He stared at her and began wiping away her tears. She let out a sob and then composed herself after a heavy breath. “I need you,” she said, staring into his eyes. 

“You have me,” he said, kissing her temple. Laurel sighed and relaxed against his tender touch. 

“Cisco, I haven’t felt this at peace in such a long time. Not with anyone, and not with myself,” she admitted.

“Me either. The more I’m with you, the happier I’ve been and it’s such a weird feeling. Happiness…” he said with a chuckle, still confounded he could feel this way after all he’d been through.

“I know,” Laurel said, and she kissed him gently. Soon, they became lost in each other again, the kisses deeper and their bodies shifting in sync, naturally bringing them together on what they both really wanted - what they needed now more than ever.

Cisco lost himself in her, and he felt her take him in her hand again, guiding him inside her. She moaned when he breached her, and he sucked in a heavy breath as he felt her heat all around him. She broke the kiss as she straddled him, driving him deeper as she began to ride him. He became addicted to her touch, in her scent all around him, and he watched in awe as she rode him. He pushed up into her, matching her rhythm so that it became theirs. 

She let out another moan and looked down at him, her hair messy and her lips wet and plump from their kissing, and she continued to move, her ass slapping against his hips.

“You feel so good,” she declared in a loud moan, and he grunted from the intensity of their sex, keeping up with the rhythm, absorbing all he could take from her. He felt a tightness below, and he felt so close, filled with her, ready to release. 

Her moans became louder and sweeter, and she made sounds that he’d never heard her make before. He took them as a treasure, and when she let out one more breathy moan, he knew she’d reached her climax. Seeing her expression, feeling her draw him deeper than ever, and soon he was spilling into the condom and coming with abandon.

She rocked onto him, following her aftershocks as she milked him dry. He slammed his head back into the pillow, letting out a choked sigh. His brain felt scrambled, and he couldn’t remember what he had for dinner, but he knew he was content. Cisco knew that being with Laurel was the best meal he’d ever had.

Time stretched as she got up, cleaned up, and pulled back the covers of her bed. Cisco managed to linger in the bathroom, toss the condom away and clean up the rest of his body. He returned to the bed and he saw her lounging under the covers in the dark, waiting for him. He tucked himself into her covers, and she gravitated toward his naked heat as he wrapped his arms around her. 

He took in the scent of her hair, and she snuggled closer in his embrace. Cisco let out a loud yawn which made Laurel giggle, and then the exhaustion of the day finally hit them.

Feeling at peace for the first time in a long while, the two of them easily succumbed to sleep.

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The next morning, Cisco woke up to an empty bed still smelling of their activities from the previous night. He heard movement outside the bedroom, so he gathered his clothes, quickly used Laurel’s bathroom, and followed her sounds to the kitchen.

She was making breakfast, but she was only wearing a black bra and some of the softest-looking grey pajama bottoms he’d ever seen. He longed to touch her in them. With her back turned to him, he sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, smoothing his hands down the sides of her legs. She leaned back into him and smiled.

“Hungry?” she asked, and he kissed her exposed shoulder before pulling back. 

“For food or…?” he asked, and she chuckled.

“Yes, for food,” she said and shook her head. “I have to head to work soon.”

She saw his face fall a little, and then she leaned in and gave him a sloppy kiss. “Wanna come with me?”

His face lit up and he pulled her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He trailed kisses up from her collarbone to her nose. They grinned at each other and he nodded. 

“It should be interesting. That bust we did last night is all over the news,” she said. “I want to be there when the case comes across my desk.”

“Any word from Detective Lance? How’s he taking it,” Cisco said, letting her go to move to a chair at the table. Soon, Laurel served him a plate full of eggs, toast, and various fruits. He grabbed the coffee first before she could set the mug down. 

“Well, if the interviews on the news gave any indication, he’s not happy the Black Canary solved the case, being a vigilante and all,” she said, but Cisco did not miss her self-satisfied grin. “He’ll get over it.”

“And I take it the news of the Black Canary is full of praise?” he teased lightly.

She nodded and gifted him with a beautiful smile. “Of course,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee as she stared at him.

“And while we’re talking, you can tell me exactly what you did last night to enhance my Canary Cry,” she said, finding her own seat at the table.

“Sure thing. I just added a few features. Automated Canary Cry when you’re in distress, long range of course. I also added a sensor to tap into your emotions, like an amplifier, though it’ll take some time for the tech to adapt to your feelings. It’s like machine learning. I also added long-range sensors to your device, so if somehow it gets removed from your person, you can still scream and it’ll pick up the signal and function as usual.”

“Wow, all of that sounds great,” Laurel said, and she tilted her head at him. “Smart.”

She paused as he preened to her compliments. “Now, what about the other stuff - such as that ability you have.”

Cisco shrugged. “It’s hard to explain, but the simple explanation is that I think it’s meta-human related. I just haven’t totally figured out what I can do yet. I have premonitions, and I’m somehow able to tap into sound vibes to access events in time.”

Laurel’s eyes widened, and he assumed she was not prepared to learn he could be a meta-human. Instead, her eyes lit up and she studied him like he was some formula or code she could crack. Cisco felt self-conscious again, and she continued to look at him like she knew exactly how to utilize him and his abilities.

“Well, you could always explore your abilities more here and fine-tune them,” she said quietly. 

Cisco grinned at her, getting her meaning. “I could.”

“So, question is, are you free to stick around for a while and help me with a couple more tough cases?” she asked, and Cisco felt his stomach do a flip with excitement. After last night, why would he want to leave now?

“If you’ll have me,” he said, teasing her again.

She rose from her seat and came over to him, leaning down and kissing him again. She whispered softly, “Oh, I think I will have you, alright.”

Cisco felt a shiver run down his body and heat swell below his belly. When she looked at him like that, he definitely couldn’t refuse.

END

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