Pairing: Felicity Smoak/Iris West
Summary: Felicity and Iris have a great friendship but felicity is a little bit oblivious that there could be something more
A/N: a mini series of random ships in a high school au - all the girls are queer on different levels
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Felicity is furiously typing away at her computer and when she glances up, she can definitely see Zari doing the same exact thing. There’s no chance she’s losing this time. She’s got money at stake here.
“How long have they been going at it?” Barry asks as he sits down across from Kara.
Kara glances over Zari’s shoulder. “Just 4 minutes and 10 seconds,” she says as she tries to slyly reach for a french fry.
Zari notices in the corner of her eyes and slaps her hand, somehow still able to type with one hand. “Don’t take my food,” she growls as she grabs a fry of her own to shove into her mouth, barely making her mouth.
“You’re not even going to finish your food,” Kara whines as she tries to reach again.
Zari slaps her hand away again. “Stop it, you’re distracting me.” She’s not looking at her screen because she’s glancing at Felicity over her screen.
“How are you typing so quickly?” Amaya asks as she slides into the seat on the other side of Zari. She peers over her shoulder really closely.
Zari holds her breath. “Macros help,” she informs.
Felicity’s ears perk and her eyes go wide. “Macrons? Are you kidding me?” she screeches. “That’s totally cheating.”
“You said we had to hack. Not how to hack. So I’m hacking this hack,” Zari smartly responds.
Felicity huffs before she continues furiously at her computer. “Girls, distract her! There’s a lot at stake here.”
Kara furrows her brows. “What’s at stake? You guys are trying to hack into the---oh my god, is this the FBI?”
Barry and Amaya shoot their eyes to the screens.
Both Felicity and Zari shrug off the two from staring at them.
“We’re not hacking into the FBI--” Zari denies.
“We are just doing some recon--” Felicity adds.
“To figure out weak points in their firewall--”
“That way we can see if there a backway--”
“To access their files and download them.”
Kara and Barry share the same mortified look at their friends finishing each other’s sentences before staring wide eye at each other.
“That was eerie,” Kara notes aloud to Barry.
Barry looks concerned. “Yeah, like twin level eerie.”
“Like you two aren’t,” Felicity and Zari simultaneously say.
“Hey!” Both Barry and Kara exclaim before sheepishly looking at each other. They both sigh. “They have a point.”
Amaya sits there and laughs at the four of them. “This should go down in the books.”
“I’m in!” Zari yells.
“Fudge cakes!” Felicity adds on before her screen changes. “Oh, wait me too!”
Zari looks up from her screen with excitement and reaches over their laptops for a high five. “Whoo! Alright, we have 25 seconds to get out and clear our signatures.”
“Already on it,” Felicity chimes in.
“I thought you guys were competing,” Barry points out.
Neither of them respond as they continue to furiously type for the next 25 seconds. When they’re finally done, their programs have closed and they both release the biggest breaths they’ve apparently held onto for the last 7 minutes.
“We do compete,” Zari answers as she happily starts eating her fries again. “I won by the way.”
“Fair and square,” Felicity agrees as she pulls out a jump drive from her laptop and hands it to Zari. “I expect quality refinement on these.”
“You got it, Smoak,” Zari says taking the jump drive and slipping it into her breast pocket. Beside her, Amaya smiles proudly and pushes over a boat of vegetables. Zari scrunches her nose up in distaste but still takes a carrot to nibble on.
“You two are the weirdest competitors ever,” Barry notes aloud.
“Well, the most we lose is our pride, but it means one of us has a better hacking program, so we trade tips and learn more from each other,” Felicity states as she takes a bite out of her sandwich.
“Women supporting women, I love that,” Iris says as she slides in right next to Felicity. She places two coffees from Jitters down in front of her.
“Iris, hi!” Felicity greets happily, almost choking on her sandwich. She coughs it down as everyone stares in amusement, except for Iris.
“Slow down!” Iris chides as she rubs Felicity’s back.
Felicity feels her cheeks get warm and it isn’t because of the coughing fit she’s going through. It takes her a few coughs before the food gets down her windpipe.
“Easy there,” Iris chuckles as she continues to rub Felicity’s back.
“It was a big piece of meat,” Felicity coughs again, making sure her throat was clear. She reaches for her milk to drink.
“Gross,” Kara and Barry both say.
The rest of the girls stare at them in disgust.
“Not like that!” Felicity exclaims. “Stop being gross you two!” She pushes her glasses up to hide her embarrassment and looks back to Iris. “I’m sorry they’re gross.”
Iris just smiles. “I live with Barry, I already knew that he was a bit gross.”
“Hey! Not cool, Iris,” Barry says as he chucks a peanut in her direction.
Iris just casually leans over and catches it with her mouth garnering a cheer from the table. She reaches behind Felicity to give him a high five, when she’s done she drapes her arm casually around Felicity’s shoulder and her face is so close.
“I got you something,” Iris says as she reaches for one of the coffees.
Felicity melts at this, “Awwww, thanks so much!” She grabs the coffee with two hands and almost hugs it before taking a nice sip, expecting it to be a simple coffee like Iris drinks. “Caramel macchiato is my favorite. How’d you know?”
“Just something I remembered,” Iris says casually. Felicity basically turns into putty between Iris’s arm around her shoulder and the sweet gesture. “Listen, I was wondering if I could ask for a favor.”
“Oh, okay, sure,” Felicity automatically says even if there is a mild disappointment that follows her sweet drink. “What do you need?”
“Well, I have to go to this screening at the Planetarium for my astronomy class,” Iris starts, almost shyly. Felicity knows that Iris hates the sciences and maths because she gets so distracted. “I was wondering if you would come with me? That way I don’t look completely clueless when I get there.”
“I’m not a big space person but that sounds fun,” Felicity says with a bright smile. “I’d love to go.” She then turns to Kara. “Don’t you love the Planetarium too?”
“Oh, I love the Planetarium!” Kara chimes in happily.
There’s a thump below the table and Kara drops her fry. Felicity looks in confusion as she catches Barry shooting Kara a look.
“Oh, but I’m busy, I’ve got things that day to...tutoring people?” Kara slowly says, looking at Barry in the corner of her eyes for approval.
Felicity shoots them a strange look before looking back at Iris. “When were you thinking of going?”
Iris smiles. “Tomorrow? I can pick you up at 6?”
Felicity nods and picks up her phone. “Sounds good, just going to put this in my calendar and let my mom know.”
Iris finally lets go of Felicity to reach for her coffee. “Perfect, it’s a date,” she declares as she stands up. “I’ll see you later.” She shoots Felicity a quick wink before heading out, waving everyone goodbye.
Felicity sends her off with a small wave, still holding onto the warm cup of coffee. She sighs wistfully as she takes another sip. She looks back at Barry and Kara. “What was up with you two just now?”
“Nothing,” Barry instantly says before Kara can get another word out. “Kara, just forgets her schedule sometimes. And she already goes to the Planetarium way too much.”
“Hey, I do not,” Kara argues. “I just happen to work there on the weekends. Other than the fact that it is a cool place to be.”
Zari looks at Barry and Kara as if they’ve grown three heads before looking directly at Felicity. “Felicity, she just asked you out on a date,” she deadpans. “Barry was wingmanning Iris.”
“Z!” Barry exclaims. “I was not!”
Amaya snickers beside Zari as she snaps into a carrot. “Zari is right. Don’t deny it Barry.”
Kara gasps with excitement. “Noooo wayyyyy, Iris likes Felicity?” She looks over at Zari. “I thought she was just really friendly all the time.”
“She doesn’t get me coffee,” Zari points out.
“That’s because you don’t like anyone,” Barry counters.
“Wrong,” Amaya says proudly.
Zari rolls her eyes and Amaya’s comment. “She finds any excuse to talk to Felicity and any excuse to touch her.”
“She’s always been touchy,” Felicity points out. “I thought that was like a cheerleader thing.”
Kara thinks about it for a moment. “Hmm, I guess you can’t tell. Lucy is always all over Alex,” she says aloud. All eyes suddenly fall on her. “Oh.” She lets out realizing she was thinking aloud. “I mean just in general, but it seems like Iris likes Felicity. 6pm on a Friday night is a date night right?”
There’s a resounding agreement. The realization dawns on Felicity, hard and fast, and she blanches in mortification before looking at Barry.
“Is this really a date?” she asks him quickly, grabbing him by the cardigan to make sure he doesn’t run away.
Barry shrinks back in fear. “Maybe?” he squeaks. “It really isn’t my business.”
“You live with her, of course it’s your business!” Felicity asserts.
Barry doesn’t take long to cave and he throws up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine! It is a date! She likes you, but she wanted to tell you herself. She just needed to make sure you’d get to hang out with her alone.”
Thanks to Anna @blackcanarydinah all I can think about is a double date between Iris/Felicity and Sara/Amaya where they all go out to an awesome ass club dressed in their fur lined coats. 😩😩😩 save me from spiraling yo!
Felicity can admit that she’s a little taken aback by the way Iris exits the Mens’ bathroom, tugging on the edge of her mini black dress with one hand as she uses the other to carefully wipe the edge of her mouth without messing up her lipstick. That sight alone sends a shock through Felicity’s body from the solid guess of what Iris has been doing the last twenty minutes. The gentleman that stumbles out behind her, slightly dazed as he tightens his belt, helps complete the picture.
Felicity is a modern woman. She’s had a one night stand, even if it only once. She’s aware and supports her fellow women in their right to choose what to do with their bodies.
Felicity is just a tad surprised that Iris West would lead a guy she just met into a club bathroom for a...quickie.
Linda grins and shakes her head as Iris slides back into her chair, throwing her head back with laughter when Iris makes a small grimace as her butt hits the chair.
“You slut!” Linda screeches, in a teasing manner that Felicity could never pull off.
“Did you just..?” Caitlin stares at Iris incredibly. Felicity’s thankful that she’s not the only one shocked by a bathroom hookup.
Iris shrugs her shoulders, before stealing a sip of Linda’s drink, not quite ready to make eye contact with the rest of the table. “Going to his place seemed like too much of a hassle.”
Iris finally looks up to the wide-eyed stares of Linda, Caitlin and Felicity, until all four of them suddenly break out into a fit of giggles.
“Was it good?” Caitlin asks, in between laughter.
“It was good for me.” Iris answers with a grin, more confident now that her friends are amused.
“And all under 20 minutes, this is something to consider.” Caitlin ponders
“Are you going to make this a scientific study?” Linda teases, leaning into Caitlin beside her. Caitlin’s face turns bright red, the way it typically does when Linda teases her.
“Leave Caitlin alone, Linda.” Iris sweeps in, “or I’ll tell stories from Bonnaroo 2015.”
Linda snickers, “Well can’t have that. Who wants to dance?” she announces, standing up from the table, and throwing her hands in the air.
“Ooo me” proclaims Iris, before downing the rest of Linda’s drink, and then following her best friend to the dance floor.
It shouldn’t be such a big deal.
Iris hooking up with someone in a bathroom doesn’t come close to the night Linda took off her top while riding an electric bull, or the time Cisco and Caitlin tested Barry’s concentrated alcohol and got sick over all over the bar in a manner of seconds. In the long history of her friend group’s nighttime exploits, a fast hook-up is nothing.
It shouldn’t be a big deal. Yet, Felicity thinks about it the rest of the night. Even more intrigued by how Iris politely dismisses the guy from the bathroom when he comes over and goes back to spinning around with Linda.
Late at night, when Felicity is preparing for bed she can’t get the image of Iris running her tongue over her bottom lip as she stepped out the bathroom. Or forget the slightly musky smell when Iris slid into the booth next to her, nor the way she pats down her tasseled hair, and the hint of blush on her brown cheeks. And then that’s when Felicity realizes she might have a crush.
//
“Linda can’t make it tonight.” Iris states, when she walks into the bar. She’s wearing a high ponytail that shows off her jawline and a low cut shirt. It’s a stark contrast to the simple sweater Felicity’s chosen.
“Oh, should we umm, reschedule?” Felicity asks.
“No silly. Let’s have a girls’ night.” Iris proclaims, a smile on her face as grabs Felicity’s hand and leads her to the back of the bar. Felicity tries to tell herself that’s she’s imagining Iris checking out her ass when she walks by.
She’s experienced this before, with Oliver. Mistaking his sweet smiles and complements to mean more than the friendly act they’re meant to be. That’s what happens when beautiful people are nice. Scientifically, beautiful people’s actions are more often misconstrued as flirting. It’s a subconscious want of the receiving person to be accepted.
It’s just that, Iris West is very nice, and really pretty, like super pretty. The more time Felicity spends with her, the more she wants her and it’s harder to reason that this woman with a mega-watt smile and gorgeous black hair, has no interest in her whatsoever.
All of this to say Felicity should know that when Iris West bats her eyes and warmly welcomes her with a hug, that her actions are not the least bit romantic, and yet…
Iris has now placed her hand on Felicity’s thigh for the second time tonight. The heat from her hand burning through Felicity’s jeans. It’s difficult to listen to Iris, when Felicity’s a mesmerized by the shine on Iris’s lips.
They’re also on their fourth round of drinks. Not including the shots of tequila Iris bought at the bar, so perhaps it’s liquid courage that motivates Felicity. Though Felicity thinks that she would have acted the same even without the drinks. Because Iris is sitting so close, and her hair smells nice, and she laughs at Felicity’s corny science jokes.
The final straw is when Iris moves a strand of hair behind Felicity’s ear, and then drops her hands so it’s resting softly under Felicity’s chin.
In that moment alcohol or no alcohol, nothing would have stopped Felicity’s heart beating rapidly and her brain from repeating “This is gay. This is gay. This is so gay.”
And when Iris’s thumb grazes Felicity’s chin, there is no motor function that’d be able to stop Felicity as she surges forward and kisses her.
Iris actually looks confused when Felicity pulls back, and Felicity worries that maybe stroking your friend’s face isn’t as gay as Felicity imagined. But then Iris tilts her head, slowly nods her in head in approval. “Okay Smoak,” she says now smiling, “show me what you got.”
//
The situation is casual.
Like, sometimes when Iris texts her, they binge a show on Netflix. And other times, Iris answers the door in nothing but lacey underwear and proves she can make Felicity cum without any clit stimulation.
It also might be a secret. Secret seems like the wrong word, more like discrete. In the sense that Felicity is almost positive that Iris hasn’t told anyone that she fucks her regularly. But not a secret or else Iris wouldn’t risk fucking Felicity in the middle of Cortex.
They’re also not exclusive because Iris still dates and also sets Felicity up on dates. But Iris also uses the plural “we” to describe what they’re doing. Like she’ll reply to Linda’s text about an EDM concert with “we’ll be there” or tell Barry that “we have dinner” and somehow that’s come to mean her and Felicity.
But most of all is casual in the sense that this isn’t romantic. Because Felicity can separate sexual from romantic, and she can separate friendship from love. She’ll take what Iris is willing to give her but Felicity isn’t, she doesn’t need for this to be anything more than what it is.
So…yeah. It’s super casual.
//
Iris is making out on the dance floor with a guy. Technically there’s no kissing, but the way he’s cupping her ass through her jeans, and she’s grinding against him, there’s a lot more PDA than typical dancing.
The whole thing is very distracting and makes it incredibly hard for Felicity to nod along to the story this guy Grant-Greg has been telling her for the past could of minutes. No offense to Gary, Felicity is sure this tale about his roommates attempt to build a Jacuzzi is highly entertaining, a great anecdote to chat with someone in at a bar. It just doesn’t hold a candle to Iris West on the dance floor.
Through the crowded club and flashing lights, Felicity is trying to track it all, the way her hips sway to the music, the way she guides his hands to hold her from behind.
Felicity knows what those hands are like, and she knows the curves of Iris’s waist. So it’s hard to focus on Gordon, when what Felicity really wants is right there.
It’s spite, that Iris can dance with someone else when all Felicity wants is Iris. It’s spite running through her that makes her she shuts Gerry up by pulling him into a kiss. It isn’t very soft, it’s hard but it’s deep and she feels him kiss back. And so she kisses back harder and hopes that whatever inappropriate feelings for Iris West will leave her.
When they break George is staring back at her kind of breathless, but Felicity ignores him. Instead her eyes search the bar for Iris. She finds her off away from the dancefloor, standing next to Linda. Felicity can’t read the expression on her face from across the room, but Felicity knows Iris is staring at her. And the man from the dancefloor is gone.
//
“What happened with the guy you were talking with?” Iris asks. They’re sitting in the back of an Uber together. They typically leave together even though Iris lives closer to Caitlin. No one says anything.
Felicity blushes, “Oh. He was no one.”
“He was cute. And you seemed to like him.” Iris says.
Felicity’s not sure what to say to that. She swiftly silences the part of her that wants to tell Iris that she wasn’t interested in him, that she wanted to make her jealous.
She shrugs her shoulders, “I didn’t even get his number.”
“I know. Which is why I did.” Iris says, pulling out a napkin with ten digits written on it.
“You know I saw you making out with him.” Iris says and for a second Felicity thinks she spotted her jealousy, except Iris doesn’t sound upset about it. She’s actually got a little smile on her face
“You did?” Felicity asks.
“Yeah.” Iris says, trailing her hand under Felicity’s skirt before slowly crawling into Felicity’s lap.
“It was hot.” Iris says as she pulls her into a kiss.
Felicity responds right away, always putty in Iris hands. Iris doesn’t hold back as she licks around Felicity’s mouth as though she’s trying to taste the guy from the bar. Felicity’s hands grab on to her hips as Iris grinds down, her dress rising up her smooth brown legs.
Felicity recognizes that this is almost the exact opposite of making Iris jealous, but making her horny will do.
She hopes the driver will still gives her 5 stars if Felicity fingers Iris in the back seat.
//
“Felicity,” Iris starts, “Do you think it’s weird what we’re doing?
They’re lying naked in Iris’s bed watching Riverdale. “Do you mean the sex?” Felicity asks blushing.
Iris nods her head. Felicity plays with the blanket, not quite able to look into Iris’s eyes as she responds. “Oh, well, I like it.”
Even though that should be apparent from the way she came screaming Iris’s name.
Iris pauses the show, and turns to face Felicity. Her eyes reflecting a sincerity that rattles Felicity.
“Are you sure? I know these kind of things are messy and I don’t want to do anything that would ruin our friendship.”
It’s the word friendship that Felicity hears the loudest. Friends that’s how Iris views her. No “ifs” no “maybes”. If she were to continue this thing between she’d have to come to terms with that. Because Felicity’s been the one to fall before and she didn’t move cities to have her heart broken twice.
“Your friendship means a lot to me too.” Felicity says. Maybe she should have stopped there but she continues “And like our relationship the way it is, you know, with the sex.”
Perhaps it’s foolish but Felicity really believes that if she stays within the defined lines of sex and friendship, her heart will be fine.
“Good” Iris responds, laughing as she tugs Felicity towards her “I like the sex too.”
Whatever apprehension Felicity was feeling melts away when Iris wraps her arms around her.
