#dreadredqueen

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Heard loud and clear.

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dreadredqueen reblogged your audio post and added:

I’ve had this line in several playthroughs

yeah it didn't work for me any of the times i've played, took that line off the post now can just delete it on all rebolgs or whatever i don't care

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Arrow Prompt if you doing fills :) Felicity grows Tired of her and Oliver walking on a tight rope around each-other the long glances the touching for longer then necessary she decides to take matters into her own hands and when there alone in the foundry she walks up to him not giving him time to react and kisses s him giving Oliver the push he needs to sink into the kiss and give into her after holding back for so long :)

"Felicity, could you pull up the traffic cams on Pike Road?" Oliver asked, his hand landing on her shoulder. 

He had been doing that a lot, lately. The shoulder touches. The arm touches. In fact, whenever they were alone, he always found some excuse to touch her. If he was moving to her other side, he pressed a hand to the small of her back, and then kept it there for an extra moment before pulling away. At times, she’d find him staring at her, and when she turned to look at him, he’d suddenly become interested in something else. 

There were times when he’d pulled her to the side, opened his mouth to say something, then shut it and thought better of it. He knew the words he wanted to say. She knew the words he wanted to say; she wanted to say them too, but could never find the right time to say them. 

"Felicity?" He snapped her attention back to reality, his hand no longer on his shoulder. "Did you hear me? Roy’s in the van and needs the security feed from Pike Road."

"Right, sorry," She mumbled, her keys drumming against her keyboard. She pressed the button on her comm. "There you go, guys."

Oliver thanked her and, once again, opened his mouth to say something else. But instead he gritted his teeth and said another muttered thank you, before retreating back to his desk.

She sighed. Why on earth was she waiting for him to make the first move? She knows what she wants, and she can only assume he wants the same thing. Ever since he’d said those three words to her in the mansion, they’d been walking on eggshells around the subject. 

Suddenly, as if her legs had a mind of their own, she muted their comms and pulled away from her desk. 

"Felicity? You okay?" He asked when she stood a foot away from her. He was sitting on one of the metal stools, one leg on the floor, the other perched on the top rung beneath his seat.

Without at word she cupped her hand around his cheek and pressed her lips against his. He froze. She pulled away, his widened eyes searching hers.

"Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking or-or doing," She stammered. He was still staring at her. "Wow, I am such an idiot. I’m gonna-" 

She turned to leave, but gasped when his hand grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. His one hand flew to cup her cheek, the other pressed against the small of her back. His lips savored hers, and when he pleaded for them to open, she obliged. Her arms snaked their way around his neck, pulling him closer. 

"Oliver," She sighed against him, their lips slowing down. "What-"

"I am so glad you had the courage to do that," He panted. "Because clearly I didn’t."

She let out a laugh. “You’ve been wanting to do that? Then why didn’t you?”

"I was afraid," He admitted. "I wasn’t sure how to- Or what to say- Or if you felt- I needed to know how you felt first. I didn’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for."

"Oliver, if by now you still don’t know how I feel about you, then we clearly need to work on your perception," She giggled, pulling him in for another kiss.

She laughed against him as he swiped his arm across the table, sending his arrows and paperwork flying to the floor. He lifted her onto the table, her legs wrapping around him. 

One of her hands planted itself on the surface behind her, leaning back as he trailed kisses down her neck. Her other hand still cupped the back of his neck, pressing him harder against her skin. His hand, still at the small of her back, pressed her closer to him, eliciting a moan. He growled against her, then nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin he once ached to touch. She was like silk beneath his hands. 

Greedily, she pulled his face back up to hers and crashed her lips against his. Her hands pulled away and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Felicity, Felicity," He laughed, stopping her. 

"What?" She pouted, dropping her legs. 

"We can’t. Not- not here," He gestured around them. "You don’t deserve this. My first time with you will not be in the place where we work together.”

"Fine," She sighed. She pressed a finger under his chin and leaned in for another kiss. "But after our first time, we will do it in the place where we work.” A shudder sparked through his body.

"Felicity-"

She pressed her lips closer to his ear. “And then at Queen Consolidated. Both your desk and mine-“

"Felicity-" He groaned. 

"And then at your apartment and my apartment. Then our cars-"

“Felicity," He moaned and leaned his head against her shoulder. "God, woman." 

Suddenly, she pulled away from him and hopped off the table. He looked at her and whimpered. He, Oliver Queen, actually whimpered.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I totally forgot I muted this!" She gasped, turning on her comm. Roy’s shouts echoed the Foundry.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN. I NEEDED THOSE TRAFFIC CAMS FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO."

"I’m sorry!" She bit her lip as her keys flew across the keyboard. She felt Oliver’s hand on her shoulder. Behind her, he started laughing. 

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Its probably been asked a million times but, Oliver shuts up one of Felicity's rants with a Kiss

Felicity’s been talking about this book she finished reading last night for… twelve minutes now. Or at least he thinks it’s about the book. He drifted when she started describing why she thinks the flower motif is metaphoric of some guy’s life.

Whatever that means. He doesn’t know. All he knows is that she looks cute waving her arms about and talking really fast with that sweet mouth of hers. Her facial features switch from one emotion to the next so quickly he’s almost dizzy trying to name each emotion for every twitch of a muscle.

He leans an elbow against the back of her couch and props his head in his palm, watching her from across the couch. His other hand absentmindedly caresses one of her calves draped across his legs. She whips her head around a little too hard during a more intense section of her monologue and the tips of her hair brush against her collarbone as her glasses slide down her nose. Not even stopping to breathe, let alone pause her speech, she instinctively pushes them up. Then she smiles as her lips curve gorgeously around a word, but he doesn’t tune back in quick enough to catch it, and frowns.

“What?” she asks, breaking off her sentence. A little frown creases the skin between her eyebrows as her eyes glint curiously.

“I didn’t catch the last few words.” His gaze drifts back down to her mouth.

“Oh, I said, ‘Their love reminds me of us’.”

There it is again, her beautiful smile blossoming around ‘us’. He bites his lip.

“You know, because they went through great difficulty pushing down feelings for the sake of their friendship and safety. But those feelings only grew stronger as time went on and eventually they couldn’t not be together anymore and—”

He grabs her, pushing a kiss to her mouth as he pulls her closer to him. Pulling back slightly with a soft smack of their lips, Oliver watches her eyes flutter, her mouth slightly open. He bumps their noses together and smiles, pecking her once.

“More,” she murmurs, pulling him back in.

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