The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated.
And this is where the Writers Block AU begins in which person A walks in on person B sitting naked in front of their word doc, towel forgotten in the mad dash from the shower many hours after because they ‘CANT LET THE WORDS ESCAPE DONT JUDGE ME’
Under the Influence (of Alcohol and Sexual Tension) Part 2
Under the Influence (of Alcohol and Sexual Tension)
By: smoaknbabs
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Rating: Explicit.
Read below the cut or on AO3
“This place is bonkers.” Felicity said breathily, her eyes scanning the multitude of tech covering virtually every surface. “Is that a holographic jukebox?”
Sara slid past her with a triumphant smile. “Told you.”
Felicity reluctantly peeled her eyes away to look at Sara, shaking her head in annoyance, but fighting a smile. She took a deep breath and dramatically drawled, “Yes, Sara. You were right.”
She nodded absentmindedly. “I’m sorry, I really want to hear you repeat that like sixteen more times, but I spot an empty table over there with a very attractive brunette sitting all by herself. Get us some drinks?”
Felicity laughed, “yeah, go. I’ll be right over.” She’s sure Sara would have heard her had she not already been making a beeline.
Shaking her head, Felicity made her way over to the crowded bar. She wiggled her way to the front, raising her hand to order, when a drink was set down in front of her. A full glass of something amber-colored and very enticing, light rocks.
Felicity eyed the glass and smirked. “Not to turn down a free drink or anything, but I didn’t order th–” She stopped, the words falling off her tongue, when she looked up to see who had put the drink down.
“Oh, frack.”
“Oliver!”
Felicity stood shocked, unable to look away from him. He was here? Why was he here? Of literally all of the places to be, here was not where she’d expected him to be.
“I know you didn’t order that, but I know how much you enjoyed it last time.” He ran a hand against the back of his neck, a boyish smile on his face. She gulped. “I can get you something else, though.”
Her heart stopped. Breathe, Felicity, breathe. “Uhm, no, this is fine. It’s great, thanks. Can I also get a Gin and Tonic for Sara?” She pointed her thumb in the direction of the table Sara had run off toward. “Extra lime.” She added.
Oliver nodded curtly and turned to make the drink, as Felicity released a huge gulp of air. She couldn’t believe this. Actually, somehow, she could, because life just somehow found a way of doing this to her.
He returned with the drink quickly and she opened her mouth to speak. She shut it, considering her words carefully, before opening again. “Oliver look...”
He put up a hand to stop her. “Felicity, you don’t have to explain yourself, okay? I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or push you or anything. It’s fine. We don’t have to talk about it. It was a one-time thing.”
Oh. What?
She nodded, unsure how to respond, and reached into her bag to pull out some cash for the drinks. He gently pushed her hand away. “It’s on me.” He said, before turning to help someone else.
Felicity could have sworn she saw a pained expression on his face as he turned away. She was sure, because she knew it mimicked her own.
She made her way to the table that Sara was sitting at. She plopped down into the plush leather booth and slid the drink over to her friend.
Sara turned to look at her with a giant grin. She wiggled her eyebrows before gesturing toward the pretty brunette sitting more than moderately close to her.
“Nyssa, this is my friend Felicity. Felicity, Nyssa”
She extended her hand. “Hi, it’s great to meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine.” Nyssa replied, shaking firmly.
Felicity’s smile faltered. She thought she hid it, but Sara caught it. The other blonde nudged her. “What’s up buttercup? When I left you to get drinks you were having a nerd-gasm.”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “Look at the bar.”
“What?”
“The bar. Look who’s standing behind it.” Felicity bit out, through gritted teeth.
Sara whipped her head toward the direction of the crowded bar, nearly hitting both women beside her with her wavy blonde locks of hair. She stood up, to get a better look.
“Oh, holy fuck!” Sara shouted, with far too much delight for Felicity’s taste. “Ollie?!”
Felicity grabbed her friend by the arm, trying to drag her down, but the damage was already done. Oliver wrinkled his brow, before locating the source of whomever had called his name. He smiled and waved a little at Sara, then he locked eyes with Felicity.
It only lasted a moment, but she couldn’t look away. They simultaneously released a breath together, and Felicity felt her entire body become overwhelmed with goosebumps.
It was her that broke away first. She couldn’t look at him when he looked at her like that. Especially not after what he’d said.
“What the hell is he doing here? What are the fucking odds?” Sara bemused, drawing Felicity back to the present.
She groaned. Sara laughed.
“What am I missing?” Nyssa interjected.
Sara turned her attention toward her. “Oh, so, see that Adonis behind the bar?” She asked, dryly.
Nyssa barely turned to look. “He’s not exactly my type, but I can understand how one would find themselves attracted to his traditionally masculine physique.”
Sara snorted. “Yeah, well, our dear Felicity found herself plenty attracted. So much so that she invited him to the bathroom to fu—”
“Sara.” Felicity snapped, warning her friend.
Nyssa cocked her head to the side, an approving smirk on her lips. “Well done, Felicity.”
“Thanks.” She mustered, sliding down in the leather of the seat. Hoping, despite all her conflicting knowledge about science, that some higher power would swallow her whole.
“I’m sorry, babe. I really didn’t know he worked here now. Do you want to go? We don’t have to stay.”
Felicity looked between Sara and Nyssa and their genuinely concerned faces. “No, it’s okay. We’re already here. He already saw me.”
Nyssa raised her glass. “Well, if you’re staying, let me propose this toast.” Sara and Felicity raised their glasses. “To getting Felicity drunk.”
“To getting Felicity drunk.”
As far as toasts went, it was a pretty good one. It was also a fairly prophetic one.
Felicity was decidedly tipsy.
Sara had done pretty much anything she could to keep Felicity’s mind off of Oliver. Including, dragging her into performing one particularly enthusiastic rendition of “No Scrubs” on a holographic karaoke machine.
“Hey you!” Sara flagged down the nearest server she saw. He turned to look at her expectantly. Sara squinted at his name tag. “Gary, be a doll and grab us a refill of drinks?”
He smiled. “What can I get you ladies?”
Suddenly, Oliver appeared behind him. He clapped Gary on the back. “I got this one, buddy.”
Gary nodded and awkwardly made his way to another table. Sara smirked.
“Ollie.” She raised her eyebrows in challenge.
“Sara.” He mimicked her expression.
“Working here now? Get fired from Verdant? Haven’t seen you around.”
“It would be hard to see me around, what with that restraining order against you.”
Sara scoffed. “You punch one guy.”
Oliver leveled her with a look. “He asked you where the bathroom was. You worked there.”
“He looked handsy.”
Oliver chuckled. “So, can I get you all another round?”
“G and T.” Sara offered. “Extra lime.” She and Oliver finished. Sara settled back into her seat with gratification.
Oliver turned his attention to Nyssa. “For you?”
“Martini. Dry. Three Olives.” He nodded. Then, “Felicity?”
Felicity looked up from the nonexistent piece of lint she was trying to pick off her dress. She met Oliver’s eyes and felt warmth wash over her. “Uhm…whiskey.”
They shared a moment. Just a brief moment where they were the only two people who mattered. A brief moment full of promise.
Breaking the spell, Sara whipped her head toward Felicity. “Whiskey, since when?”
Oliver cleared his throat. “I’ll be right back with those.”
He winked at Felicity as he walked away.
Oliver returned with the drinks shortly. He passed Sara and Nyssa their drinks, and then poured out two glasses of whiskey from a very familiar looking decanter.
He sat down in the booth next to Felicity and held his glass up, silently cheering with her. They both had soft smiles while they sipped.
Sara shared a look with Felicity that she chose to ignore. The music playing from the speakers on the walls changed songs and Nyssa grabbed Sara’s arm.
“I love this song. Dance with me?”
Oliver and Felicity watched as Sara nodded and grabbed Nyssa’s hand, leading her out to the dance floor.
They sat in silence for a beat, sipping from their glasses awkwardly. Or, at least, Felicity felt awkward. She made a motion to push up her glasses, a habit, since she’d decided to wear her contacts tonight.
“You’re really bad at your job.” She blurted out.
Oliver choked on his next sip in a laugh. “What?”
Felicity smirked. “I mean, this is the second place of work that I’ve been to of yours that you’ve just sat down and started drinking with me.”
He smiled. A boyish grin that makes Felicity’s insides feel like they’re melting. “I’ll be fine.”
Her face contorted in disbelief. “Really? I feel like there’s got to be some kind of rule book about this thing.”
Oliver pinched his lips together, trying and failing to hide his amusement. “Really, Felicity. I have a strong feeling that I’m not going to get in trouble here. But your concern is adorable.”
Felicity’s cheeks flushed. Then she paused. “Wait. Is that what happened with Verdant? Did you get in trouble because of me? Because of—” She looks around conspiratorially and lowers her voice to a whisper. “Because of what we did?”
He stared at her, a twinkle in his eye, almost like he couldn’t believe that she was real. She held her breath, waiting for his response.
Oliver shook his head slowly, his lips forming a grin. She relaxed with a sigh.
She’d forgotten how much she’d enjoyed speaking to him. Okay, she definitely hadn’t forgotten, she’d thought about it everyday for three months.
Here with Oliver now, it was like those three months never happened. Time stood still with him, they picked up right where they left off. Well, before Felicity ran.
“So, Sara actually showed up this time?”
“Oh yeah. She showed up at my door. Practically forced me to come out tonight.” Felicity laughed.
Oliver tilted his head to the side in question. “Forced you?”
Felicity blew out a puff of air. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go out tonight. Or any night, really.” She admitted.
“And now?”
She leaned in close to him, a smile on her lips. “I’m glad I did,”
He imitated her movements. “Me too.”
Oliver’s eyes flicked down to her lips. They both held their breath as he leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat emanating off of his body. She licked her lips. His eyes darkened. If she moved just an inch further his lips would be on hers. God, she wanted his lips to be on hers.
“Hold up.” Felicity spouted, before she could stop herself. She winces as Oliver pulled away as if she burned him. Gah! Curse her brain.
“Where’s Sara?” Felicity looked around the room frantically. “We were talking about her and I got caught up and I just completely forgot that we haven’t even seen her in like an hour. What kind of friend am I if I just let my friend go missing?” She babbled, the words tumbling out of her mouth quickly.
Oliver’s shoulders visibly settled. He placed a soothing hand on hers. “I’m sure she’s around here somewhere, Felicity. We’ll find her.”
She nodded, probably more to convince herself.
They stood up, looking around the perimeter of the room. It was pretty full, but not impossible to see people’s faces.
“I’ll check the bathroom.” Felicity offered. Oliver raised his eyebrows. “Alone.”
He nodded firmly. “I’ll check outside.”
Felicity made her way through the throngs of people outside. She hadn’t seen Sara or Nyssa in the bathroom.
Though, she did end up having to settle a fight between two drunk girls who thought the other had stolen their lipstick. Turned out they just had the same one.
It ended with a messy group hug and a blurry selfie that Felicity would sure would end up on social media tomorrow morning.
“Oliver?” She called out once the cool night air hit her face. He appeared from around the corner of the building.
“Anything?” She asked hopefully.
“No. You?”
She shook her head. Her teeth gnawed at her lower lip. “Let me try calling her. If she’s in there, she won’t hear it. But maybe they went for a walk or something.”
Felicity rummaged through her bag. God, she really needed to clean this thing out. The amount of late-night convenience store receipts for coffee and energy drinks was astounding.
She moved around a couple stylus pens and lipsticks, her glasses case, wallet, keys, work ID lanyard, a couple flash drives – where the hell was her phone? She quickly looked through everything again, panic rising in her throat.
“Everything okay?” Oliver asked.
She shook her head frantically. “I can’t find my phone. I always have my phone on me. I don’t lose my phone.”
He spoke calmly. “Do you want to borrow mine? We can use it to call Sara? Or call your phone or something to find it?”
Felicity took a breath. “My phone is on vibrate, we’d never hear it in there. Give me thirty seconds and my computer and I could track it, but yeah – let’s use yours to call Sara. Make sure she’s okay first.”
Oliver hid a smile and nodded. “Okay, it’s right up in my apartment.” He shifted his feet and pointed up.
Felicity squinted her eyes and raised her eyebrows.
He laughed. “It’s not a line, Felicity. I left it up there charging before my shift and I forgot to go get it.”
She crossed her arms against her chest, unmoving.
“Really.” He held his hands up in defense. “I can go up and get it myself and then bring it back down. I figured it would be a little quieter up there for you to try and call her. Up to you.”
Oliver watched as Felicity contemplated the options. “Alright, let’s go.”
He extended his arm, guiding her toward the side of the building. She followed.
“You live above the bar?”
Oliver led Felicity inside the building and toward an elevator. He took out his key and called it to them, and they stepped inside.
“You have a key to the elevator? Do all the tenants have keys? That’s gotta be annoying for guests of residents.”
Oliver smiled. “There’s only one resident, and I don’t get many guests.”
She turned toward him, a confused grin on her face. “What?”
On the word, the elevator doors opened to what looked like a penthouse suite at a high-class hotel.
It reminded Felicity of the rooms that her mom’s coworkers used to let her play in when she was a kid while they cleaned them. They always had the coolest hidden gems.
Felicity stepped out of the elevator to get a better look. The place was huge. Gorgeous crown molding, mahogany floors, lush furniture.
She turned to Oliver and lightly smacked him on the shoulder. “Why the hell are you a bartender? You obviously don’t need the money.”
“I’m a co-owner, actually.”
Felicity whipped her head in his direction. “What?”
He nodded. “With my buddy Tommy. You might have seen him around? Dark hair, charming smile, always with someone new on his arm? He doesn’t work behind the bar with me, usually.”
“What about Verdant?”
“That too. We have about eight or nine other properties? I don’t know. The company is really Tommy’s baby. I just like to do my part and make sure the places run okay. We just opened Helix, I wanted to get the operations down.”
Felicity was sure that her jaw was entirely unhinged. It had to be. Her brain utterly short circuited. She did her best to compile all of the data in her mind into neat little stacks, but it was seriously difficult.
“Wait! If you own Verdant, that means you fired Sara!”
Oliver chuckled. “I didn’t fire Sara. That guy had a bogus restraining order that the judge threw out and we told that guy that if he didn’t like it, he didn’t have to come back. She’s just being stubborn at this point.”
“Sounds like Sara.” Felicity deadpanned.
He walked over to a side table and unplugged something before bringing it back to her. “Speaking of which.” He said as he handed Felicity his phone.
“Right.” She nodded, taking the phone, and quickly locating Sara’s number to call her.
It rang again, and again, and again until finally – her voicemail.
“Shit.” Felicity whispered. “She didn’t pick up.”
She toyed with the phone for a few more moments before handing the phone back to him. “I texted her and let her know that I was here. Do you mind if I hang out for a bit? I don’t want to go home just yet. I want to wait to see if she’ll call back.”
“Of course not, stay as long as you want.” Oliver said as he led them into the living room area. They sat down on the couch.
She smiled gratefully. “Do you have to get back for work or something? I guess since you’re the owner you can kind of make up your own rules? I’m not sure how that works.”
Oliver returned her smile. “We’re good.”
Felicity shifted awkwardly. She ran her palms down her dress to smooth the wrinkles.
“Can I get you anything? A drink maybe?” Oliver offered.
“A drink would be great.”
“What would you like? I have a couple decent bottles of wine?”
Felicity brightened. “Ooh, that sounds nice.”
Oliver smiled. He stood and started walking toward the kitchen. “I’ll grab some glasses. You go pick out something. Down the hallway, last door on your right. Code is 11900.”
She stood up and walked down the hallway. “Code?” She murmured to herself.
When she reached the door, she opened it and was immediately confronted with a second door with a keypad lock. She pressed in the numbers 1-1-9-0-0.
It beeped before turning green and allowing her access. She opened the second door and revealed a cool room, filled to the brim with rows and rows of wine bottles. A wide smile spread across her face.
A wine cellar? Coolest hidden gems.
She walked back to the couch, a 1982 Château Lafite-Rothschild swinging from her fuchsia-tipped fingers.
Felicity handed him the bottle and sat down next to him, just a little closer than before.
“Good choice.” He remarked.
“Big fan of red wine.”
He poured them a few glasses and pushed them aside to aerate for a bit.
They sat in silence for a moment before Felicity reached for her glass. “I think it’s been long enough.” She brought the glass to her lips and smelled the fruity wafting scent before taking a sip.
She groaned. And honest to goodness orgasmic groan. She had to stop doing that around him. When she opened her eyes, she thought maybe he strongly disagreed with that sentiment.
She licked a loose drop off her lips and watched as his eyes hungrily traced it. Laughing a little self-deprecatingly she spoke, “that is really good.”
He watched her take another sip with intensity before grabbing his own glass.
Felicity cleared her throat and rubbed her hands together nervously. “So, Oliver –” She began. “I uhm, I know what you said earlier, at the bar and all, but I just wanted to apologize anyway.” A beat. “For that night.”
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize, Felicity, I—”
“No, I really do.” She insisted, cutting him off. “That night was – incredible. And I, well I just kind of freaked out about it. That’s not something I do, you know? Invite people into the bathroom to have fantasy-fulfilling, wildy amazing sex. Not freak out about it. I definitely do, do that.” She babbled.
To his credit, Felicity thought Oliver did a great job of trying to be serious about the situation, but she definitely noticed a smile there.
Before he could answer, she continued. “And I know that you said we didn’t have to talk about it and that you wanted it to be just a one-time thing, so I definitely don’t want to make this even more awkward by like, making it a bigger deal than –”
“Wait, what? A one-time thing? I didn’t say I wanted it to be one-time thing.” Oliver interjected.
What?
“But, earlier tonight – you said –” She spoke the words slowly, like she was trying to make sense of them.
“I said that because I thought that’s what you wanted. You left, that night. I thought you were embarrassed. I worked at Verdant every night until Helix opened, hoping that I’d see you again. I didn’t want to be presumptuous and ask Sara for your number. I figured you just got what you wanted and honestly, I would’ve taken anything you were willing to give me. Even if it was just one night.”
Felicity’s heart stopped. Everything stopped. She gasped, holding the air in. Afraid that if she let it go, this perfect bubble would pop.
Oliver put down his wine glass and reached for her hand, cradling it gently between his. “Felicity, I meant it when I said that you had no idea how long I’d wanted to be with you. I see guys hit on girls all the time in bars and I was biding my time with you. I didn’t want to be that guy that gets you in bed and then never calls. I wanted to take it slow, get to know you, take you out on a date. Then that night happened, and I just couldn’t help myself. I was afraid I’d taken it too far and then you ran, and I thought I might have lost that chance forever. All I’ve ever wanted was that chance.”
Felicity couldn’t help herself, she leaned in and kissed him. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone got her to shut up, let alone render her speechless. She poured everything she couldn’t say into it.
He kissed her back, softly at first and then again, deeper. She moaned, just like she had before, tasting both the whiskey and wine on his lips. She needed to taste more. She moved closer, tracing his lips with her tongue, begging for entrance.
He chuckled into her mouth, pulling away with a gasp. She squinted her eyes, confused, before she watched him take her precariously full glass out of her hands and put it on the table.
Then he cupped her face with both hands. He drew her toward him, his tongue delving into her mouth without preamble. She melted against him.
Oliver pulled at her once more, silently asking for her to come closer. Felicity crawled into his lap, straddling him as much as she could with her tight dress.
She settled on top of him as his hands found their way into her soft golden locks. He ran his fingers through them, tugging ever so gently as she picked up the pace of their kissing.
His mouth moved over her jaw and made its way to the crook of her neck. He found a spot that made Felicity’s knees weak and suckled there until she practically saw stars.
Felicity reached for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling to undo them in her distracted state. Oliver helped by starting at the bottom. Their hands met in the center and they worked together to push it off his shoulders and down his arms.
Her mouth wasn’t the only thing that watered at the sight of a shirtless Oliver. “God, I can’t believe I was robbed of this last time.” She whispered, breathlessly. She wasn’t even sure if she was talking to herself or him, but she didn’t care as she scraped her nails across his firm, firm abs.
He groaned at the sensation. When she scraped lower, at the top of his boxer briefs, he kissed her again. He kissed her like he was starving, and she was keeping him alive. She ground down against his budding erection in response.
Oliver’s hands landed on her bare thighs. She placed hers on top of his, guiding him in a sensual slide up her legs. She bucked down harder against him, whining at the restriction of movements her skirt gave her. He shoved her skirt up around her waist, giving her full range of motion. They cried out together as her slowly dampening panties rubbed against the hard cock straining against his pants.
Felicity raised her arms above her head in invitation, as Oliver grabbed the hem of the dress and drew it upwards. The rough backs on his fingers trailed her skin the whole way, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
After it was off, Oliver threw it across the room. His large hands spanned her back, pulling her close in an attempt to have as much skin on skin contact as possible.
She kicked off her heels and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands went to her ass, gripping it as he led their gyrations.
Suddenly, Oliver was standing. Felicity giggled a she tightened her legs around his waist, and he held onto her ass more firmly. She kissed him with vigor, and miraculously, Oliver started walking.
To the bedroom, Felicity distantly decided. But the truth was, Felicity had already had him in a public restroom, he could take her on literally any surface in this apartment and she would say yes please!
He walked them down the hallway and kicked open a door on the left. Felicity had passed it on her way to the wine cellar and hadn’t even thought to get a peek. Well, now she would. She hoped she’d get a full eyeful.
Oliver walked them over to the bed and lowered her onto it. She settled back onto her elbows and flashed him an impish grin. “Pants off.”
He laughed, nodding his head as his hands went to his belt buckle. He slid it off before undoing the button in his pants. She gulped as he slid the zipper down, and then pushed them off. He kicked off his shoes and quickly divested of his socks.
“God, how do you look this good?” She lamented, her head falling back.
He crawled on top of her, placing a kiss on her exposed throat. She tilted her head back up and they kissed. A kiss so deep and full on promise that Felicity let the weight of it push her arms down so she was lying flat on her back.
Oliver kissed a path down her chest, pushing the cup of her lacy bra aside as he licked his way around her nipple. It felt better than she remembered. She arched her chest into him, whimpering.
She reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She pushed the straps down her arms and Oliver used his teeth to pull it away from her body.
He applied to the same treatment to her other breast before giving it just a tiny bite, causing Felicity to yelp in pleasure.
Oliver continued his assault down her body as Felicity’s breath hitched. He paused at the top of her panties, nuzzling the lace with his nose.
He looked up at her, a silent question. She nodded excitedly and reached down to slip them off.
He ran his hands up high thighs, just like he had before. Then he parted them, settling himself in between her legs, his breath ghosting over her sex.
“Please.” She begged, just over a whisper. Then he was on her.
It wasn’t a gentle, teasing flick of the tongue. He licked long strips up and down her folds. He swirled his tongue in her wetness and drew it up toward her clit. He sucked on the bud, giving it his full attention.
Felicity thrust her lower half up into him. Her fingers gripped his hair. She was happy to report he hadn’t trimmed it too much in the past few months. It was still long enough for her ravenous little hands to hold on tight too.
“Oh god, Oliver, yes. Just like that.” She gasped.
He tested the waters, thrusting his tongue inside her. She mewled above him, desperately appreciative.
He replaced his tongue with a couple fingers and latched back onto her clit. He circled it in time to his thrusts. Her hips helped, urging him on. He laved over the sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling her legs tremble around him only spurred him on further.
It wasn’t long before she was chanting his name. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna come.” She croaked out and Oliver diligently listened.
He doubled down, humming against her, his fingers working tirelessly until he felt her fall apart against him. His tongue coated in her wetness, as he slowed his movements, bringing her down slowly.
When he felt her settle, he crawled back up to her, laying on his side, mesmerized by her post-orgasmic glow.
“Holy shit.” She exclaimed, her body still coursing with adrenaline.
She looked over at him and smiled. Felicity realized that she’d taken this from them. They didn’t get to lay there and bask in this.
She rubbed the arm that was draped over her side. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the palm. Then she laid both hands over his chest.
He pursed his lips in thought. “What was that for?”
“I’m sorry for leaving.”
He shook his head, concern on his brow. “We already –”
“I know.” She interrupted. “I just want you to know that I’m not going to do it again this time. I’m not gonna run.”
He inhaled, in awe of her statement, he chose to forgo words and express himself through action.
Oliver rolled her on her back and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips and moaned into his mouth.
He reached across to his bedside table and took out a condom, as she worked to get his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs.
Felicity made a mental note to herself that she’d be spending some serious time licking the veins in those things later.
Oliver put on the condom and settled on top of her.
She kissed him as he slid inside of her.
This wasn’t like last time. It wasn’t a desperate need to feel each other, it wasn’t an exciting ‘hurry or we might get caught’ spur of the moment decision. This was just them, all the time in the world, connecting on the most intimate level.
It wasn’t just sex this time, this was an idea. This was a possible forever.
Felicity let go of all of her thoughts and gave into him. She wanted to give him everything. Oliver groaned against her, his breath hot and wonderful against the crook of her neck and he pushed steadily in and out of her.
She ran her hands down his back. “Yes, Oliver. C’mon. Make me feel you, please. I need to feel you.”
He thrust deeper into her with a moan. “Felicity,” he whispered into her skin over and over again.
“Yes, more. Give me everything.”
Oliver reached down to rub at her clit, determined to have her fall apart once more. She knew it wouldn’t take much for her, so she ground against him, their thrusts going back and forth.
Gasps of air and slaps of skin were the only sounds heard in the room as they both worked faster and faster toward and climax.
Felicity felt the blood rushing in and out of her ears, her skin prickled, her brow dripped with sweat, her body taught and ready to blow. He circled her in hard little motions and she flew apart.
Oliver followed moments later, and they landed together in a heap of boneless limbs.
The last thing Felicity remembered before falling into a luxurious sleep was the feeling of Oliver’s arms round her and his lips on her forehead wishing her goodnight.
Felicity woke up with two thoughts. One: how stupidly happy waking up next to Oliver made her. Two: how badly she needed to pee.
She wiggled her way out of his embrace. Oliver’s discarded work shirt was the first item of clothing she found so she threw it on and tiptoed off to the bathroom. After enjoying a lengthy emptying of her bladder, Felicity was struck with another thought. She’d forgotten to take out her contacts and her eyes were really, really dry.
She made her way to the living room to find her bag to change back into her glasses when she heard something vibrating.
Oh no. No, no, no.
Felicity reached into the outside picket of her bag, finding her phone vibrating. She pulled it out to see her screen full of an obscene selfie Sara had taken and left as her contact photo.
She quickly answered the video call. “Where the hell have you been?” Felicity whisper shouted.
Sara answered her question with a shit-eating grin. “I’ve been with Nyssa. We went back to her place last night. I’m just leaving now. Where the hell have you been? I got a call from Oliver’s phone and a text that you lost your phone?”
“I did.”
“Felicity, you literally answered your phone.” Sara drawled. Then she squinted her eyes, like she was trying to look around her on the screen. “Wait, where are you? That’s way too much morning light for your cave of an apartment.”
Felicity cocked her head to the side in annoyance. “Thanks.”
“No, really, where are you? What happened to you last night?”
Just as Felicity opened her mouth to explain, Oliver walked around the corner of the hallway and into the living room, completely naked. She would’ve dropped her phone if she didn’t have such high respect for the technology.
He leaned against the wall, unabashedly checking her out, a sleepy smile on his face. His hair was tousled and there were marks on his skin where he’d slept on bunched-up sheets. Felicity wanted to fucking climb him.
“I thought you lost your phone?”
“Whoops?” Felicity offered with a not-so-sorry shrug.
“Is that Oliver? Are you at his house? Did you spend the night?!” Sara shrieked from the other side of the phone.
Felicity winced, and Oliver chuckled. He stalked toward her.
“Call you later, Sar.” She quickly said.
“Don’t you dare—” Sara yelled before Felicity ended the call.
Oliver draped his arms around her waist. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” She replied before smiling into his kiss.
His warm hands drifted under her shirt, splaying across her stomach.
Felicity moaned at the sensation and Oliver kissed her a little more intensely.
He walked her backwards toward the kitchen, pushing her up against a wall on the way. Felicity wrapped a leg around him, he gripped it as he thrust lightly against her.
She was about to suggest that he take her on the kitchen counter when the sound of a shrill phone ringing tore them apart.
Oliver growled out in frustration, doing absolutely nothing to cool her down. He pecked her gently in apology and then went to the other room to ignore the call.
“Seriously?” He ground out. He held up the call for Felicity to see, Sara’s face staring back at them.
Felicity laughed.
“Goddamn it, Sara.” Oliver exclaimed.
She reached up on her toes to kiss him softly and pressed the ignore button on his phone.
“How about that date?” Felicity offered, resting her chin cutely on his shoulder.
“Pancakes?”
“As long as there’s coffee.” Felicity countered.
Oliver smiled. “I think we can manage that. But you can’t wear that shirt.”
Felicity feigned offence. “Why? I think it looks good on me.”
“That’s the problem.”
She cocked her head to the side and shot him her most doe-like eyes. “That’s never a problem, sweetie.”
He crowded her space, making her gasp just a little. “It is for me. What if there’s a bathroom at breakfast?” He raised his eyes in a challenging tease.
Felicity’s jaw dropped. She huffed. Then she narrowed her eyes with a devilish gleam “Fine. I won’t wear it.” She smiled sweetly before dropping it at their feet.
Oliver followed the movement and then traced it back up her body. She shrugged.
“Besides, who needs a public bathroom when we have this giant one all to ourselves?” She started walking towards it. “Did I see that the shower head has twelve settings?” She teased before disappearing into it.
Oliver heard the shower start to run and didn’t waste another second before joining her.
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