Because I accidentally wrote this and Lit complained that it wasnât what she asked for...even though she also kind of asked for that.
Thea/Nyssa+Oliver | G | ~250 | Fluff
Oliver doesnât wake up when the bed shifts.
The presence is too familiar and Nyssa has sworn not to kill him while he slumbers.
They must share a bed chamber, despite what either one of them wants.
So itâs a surprise when he wakes to find his sister in his marital bed, his wife curled around her possessively.
One of Nyssaâs arms is tucked under Theaâs neck, supporting her, while her other comes around Theaâs side.
Oliver isnât sure what to think when he sees where her hand goes, tucked into the waistband of Theaâs pajama bottoms.
It looks soâŠinnocent, despite the circumstances.
âThea,â Oliver whispers, and his sister makes a little noise of annoyance at being woken up, peeks open an eye.
âOllie?â she answers, voice rough with sleep. She blinks, then gestures at him lazily.
Oliver smiles at her, shaking his head, and Thea frowns at him.
Meanwhile, Nyssa lifts her head from where her face had been shoved into the back of Theaâs hair, assessing the situation. She gives Thea a squeeze, presses a lazy kiss to the girlâs neck, then settles back down.
âCome on,â Thea whispers, and this time she reaches out to tug Oliver towards her and Nyssa.
With a long-suffering sigh, he turns, letting Thea tug him closer, his back to her chest.
Thea makes a pleased sound, though, and Oliver doesnât even care that his sister is sleeping with his wife.
Because, in this moment, Thea is happy, and thatâs all heâs ever wanted for her.
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Thea nods. âYeah, Iâve known her all my life.â
Nyssaâs nostrils flare, obviously dissatisfied with the response. Her posture is stiff and Thea didnât need Malcolmâs training to read that.
âWait a minute. Are you jealous?â Thea smirks.
She didnât know an assassin could look so flusteredâwell, perhaps Thea is being a bit generous with the term. But there is a definite flush at her accusation. âNever,â Nyssa assures, she shakes her head as she is wont to, fixing her hair. âI donât know how you couldâve come to such a conclusion.â
Theaâs smile grows wider, wickeder. âMmmhm.â She steps in closer to Nyssa. âYou keep telling yourself that.â Sheâs so close she can feel Nyssaâs body heat.
Nyssaâs gaze flickers to her lips.
Thea leans in, her lips so very close, almost brushing Nyssaâs. She hovers there, the ghost of a kiss between them. âI guess,â she murmurs, âthat means you wouldnât care if I did fuck her.â
Nyssa gasps and Thea pulls away.
âI could kill you,â Nyssa says, trying to regain her composure.
Thea looks far too happy, replying only, âYou could try.â
Nyssaâs eyes flash and she moves like an assassin should, quickly and quietly, pinning Thea against the bar.
Thea gives Nyssa this moment to be as possessive as she likes.
