The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Forty-Three

Tim woke the next morning, his body was sore from the night before but he wasn't going to complain about it. He had spent it with Rory, holding her close to himself as he told her how much he loved her. Oliver had said once before that Tim was wrapped around her finger, and after last night there was no way in hell he could deny it. 

Rolling over, he expected to see his brown-haired sleeping beauty beside him but was surprised to see that she was not there. Sitting up the blankets bunched around his waist, barely covering his naked lower half as he saw that it was late in the morning so that meant the others were probably up. So he decided it was probably a good idea to at least put pants on before he showed his face to the public.

Lucky for him, he had stashed clothes in Rory's room for nights similar to the one before where he didn't change out of his suit before going to bed. Pulling a pair on, he grabbed a spare shirt and ruffled his hair trying to tone down some of the mess.

He had never told Rory that Jesse was missing, and she was probably with them. If she found out that he didn't tell her about that, Tim would be a dead man walking. Quietly, he left her room and shut the door before making his way down to the kitchen following the scent of freshly brewed coffee. 

Pushing the door open, he saw Rory curled up on one of the chairs talking to Jason and Steph. But what had caught him off guard was the fact that Roy was sat on Jesse's lap across the table from Rory and they seemed like there were all in a good mood and no serious injuries.

Rory turned her head and smiled when she saw him. "Hey you, I was about to bring up a cup of coffee and try and wake you."

Tim chuckled and leaned down, kissing her lips softly. "There are other things I would rather wake up to than a cup of coffee." he teased.

Rory turned beet red at his words, her eyes widening at the surprise of what he just said. When the fuck did Tim start openly flirting with her like that with people around? Normally, it was in the confinement of her room or just when they were alone but it had caught her completely off guard.

"Holy shit, did he just make Rory blush?" Roy asked, a grin forming on his face. 

"Damn, Darkwing Duck has some moves." Jesse teased, keeping an arm around Roy's waist as he sipped his coffee.

Tim paused in the middle of making his own cup and turned to look at Jesse. "Darkwing Duck? That's the best you can do?" he asked.

"Oh come on, Darkwing Duck is cool! It's a compliment, Tim! You have to at least say the catchphrase." he asked,

Tim shook his head, grabbing his full cup of coffee and sitting next to Rory. "It's not happening Jesse, I refuse to ever say it in this lifetime."

Jesse slumped in his chair looking defeated before he looked at Rory. He didn't even get the words out of his mouth before she held a hand up to stop him. "Stop harassing my boyfriend Jess, that's my job."

Tim was about to thank her, but quickly stopped and gave her a look after hearing the last half of the sentence. "That's your job? Oh really?" he asked, sipping his coffee. Rory looked at him with a grin and gave him a nod, sipping her own cup. 

Tim chuckled and pulled her close, placing a kiss below her ear. "That's not what you said last night," he whispered, this time no one heard it but her. Rory almost spat out her coffee, her face flushing darker than it already was. What the hell was up with Tim? 

Looking at the others she was talking to, she continued their conversation. "So you guys found nothing other than what was in the rubble of the explosion?" she asked.

Both Jason and Steph shook their heads. "A good chunk of the stuff in the safe house was destroyed, with the pictures we saved and those arrows down in the cave running through diagnostics as we speak," he answered.