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"Oliver, we are going to be late!" Felicity called from the closet, an edge to her voice. The reminder was more for herself than for him, she was the one still dressing.
Oliver knew they were cutting it close, again. But Felicity had been the one to insist on a joint shower to save time. Which in hindsight had been the mistake, the shower ended up taking twice as long as a standard shower.
"I'm already dressed," he responded with a shake of his head. He sat on the trunk at the foot of their bed tying his shoes. Everything was packed and ready to go. The town car he’d hired would be there any minute.
"Oh, okay. I'll be done in a minute!"
Felicity was on edge. They had missed the flight back to Starling the day before because he had a meeting run later into the afternoon than planned, but it couldn’t be avoided. Which shouldn’t have been a problem except that Laurel had gone unexpectedly into labor. Felicity had planned to be there, the last two months she was obsessed about it.
Laurel and Felicity had bonded over creating a virtual record system for CNRI. Bedrest had driven Laurel near mad with boredom, so she’d found a way, with permission from her doctor and boss to keep mind busy. The firm had been wanting to migrate to a virtual system for a while, but there was no time or manpower to head it up. Laurel had nothing but time. Four months ago she had enlisted Felicity’s help to help with the security side of the site, another carefully vetted design firm handled the hardware. Long skype conversations and longer phone calls, brought the two of them closer. By the time the job was done, the calls had transformed into friendly banter and excitement over the coming arrivals.
Laurel had asked Felicity if she wanted to be there one morning after an all night phone call because of Laurel’s insomnia. Much to Oliver’s surprise Felicity had been ecstatic and agreed right away. But as the time approached Felicity had started to worry that she wouldn’t get to make it in time. But then just the week before the doctor had set up the induction date determining it would be better for Laurel to have the babies under controlled circumstances. Laurel’s blood pressure was starting to become an issue. The induction date had given Felicity room to breath, she was excited again at the prospect of getting to be there.
One meeting had ruined that.
They had been reduced to listening over the phone as Tommy, or Sara toward the end, gave a play by play. After 8 hours of labor Laurel and Tommy's twin boys were born just 10 minutes apart. Now Felicity just wanted to get there as soon as possible, which meant they had to rush to catch an early 5 am flight.
Oliver’s phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out and yawned. “Felicity, the car is here. We need to go.”
“Alright, alright I’m coming,” she darted out of the closet her heels in hand. Oliver sucked in a breath as he looked at her. He felt the blood in his brain flee pooling somewhere else entirely. "Did you make sure to pack the camera? Oh wait never mind I did that already. I think I packed it in the carry on so I wouldn't lose it. So, okay, yep, now I'm ready. Oliver, are you ready?"
“No,” he said firmly, once he’d blinked and his brain began to click back on. Why would she do this of all days?
“No, wait but didn’t you just say you were already dressed?” she said, confusion evident in her voice. “You look dressed.” She braced herself on the wall with one hand, bending slightly as she put on her heels with the other hand. So much of her legs were on display, if she bent over just a little-
“You can not wear that for the flight!” Oliver answered, his voice dropping into a growl as his eyes roamed over her body. Most people flying across the country would wear something comfortable, most women would wear yoga pants or maybe sweatpants, but not Felicity.
Felicity’s hair was curled, falling just below her ears, she’d cut it short to donate a month earlier. The blue tear drop sapphire earrings he'd given her for their six month anniversary shown at her ears. She wore a sleeveless dress that was navy blue with white polkadots, but insanely short, falling at mid thigh. The material on the bodice drew his eyes immediately there, encased in navy blue fabric and on full display was a glorious amount of cleavage. He’d die of frustration if he had to sit next to her for the next six hours and not touch her. Navy heels finished off the ensemble.
“Oliver, don’t be ridiculous,” she said, annoyance coloring her tone, finishing with her other heel.
"You know what those dresses do to me. You’re not playing fair Smoak!" Oliver ignored the small amount of whine that had edged into his voice.
The first time she'd worn a dress like that it was red, he’d taken her against the living room wall and they didn't make it to their dinner reservation. Second time was a light purple number, that Oliver had to replace. They had ruined it by getting movie theater popcorn hand prints all over it. The third time was an emerald green gauzy one, they missed an important business lunch and Oliver realized he had a problem. Since then there had been countless other run ins with similar dresses. Most of the time whatever had been planned was postponed or delayed. He wished he could say he had better self control, but Felicity didn’t exactly make it easy.
He was convinced she wore them just to tease and frustrate him. It was working, again. But there was no time for games. If they missed this flight not only would she be pissed off. Everyone waiting on them in Starling would be too.
Felicity lifted an eyebrow at him and shook her head and gave a twirl. “You’re nuts, this dress is perfect!” Oliver was on his feet before he even realized it. He caught her around her waist as she came to a stop facing him. She smirked up at him. “It’s adorable and fun and perfect to go meet my two little godsons. There won’t be time to change once we land in Starling so I have to wear it on the flight.”
Oliver felt his phone buzz again in his pocket. He ignored it, the driver could wait a few more minutes. He needed her to feel what that dress was doing to him. He pushed her backward until she was pressed against the wall in their room.
“Oliver..” she whimpered in warning, as her sparkling blue eyes met his. “We have to g-”
He pressed his hips into her letting her feel how affected he was. He got a whiff of the perfume she knew was his absolute favorite. His fingers tightened where they held her.
It was going to be torture to be next to her. She gasped, eyes going wide. He leaned down, lips just millimeters from hers. “If you wear that dress, on the plane, for six hours, I will go mad with want.”
Felicity breathed heavily, little gasps against his chin and neck. He felt goosebumps rise on his flesh and it took everything in him not to close the distance because if he did they would miss that flight. She tried to tip forward, but he held her still. Letting her feel how frustrated he already was. She whined when he backed up putting more space between him.
A frown puckered her brow as he tried to calm his own heart rate. Oliver tried to reign in his need for her. Stupid flirty dresses. He pulled his phone out, shot the driver a message that they’d be down in five, then headed toward their bags.
“Felicity, please change. For my sanity.”
“There is no time now,” she finally managed, following behind him. He groaned and glared at her. “You know Oliver, you can be really hot when you’re frustrated, but the caveman thing doesn’t work on me. You know that."
Felicity purposely brushed against the front of his body as she picked up her clutch from the desk in the corner and moved past him. He groaned. He'd lost this battle. He should have peeked in on her when she was actually getting dressed. He had a feeling she had a hidden agenda, he just wasn’t sure what that was. He sighed grabbing their bags and heading toward the front door.
"Fine let’s go then." He said, leading the way down the stairs as she locked up the apartment. This day would have to end at some point, until then he’d have to grin and bear it.
~o~l~i~c~i~t~y~
Oliver settled in his first class window seat. Felicity had gone to say hello to one of her friends that she hadn’t seen in the three months since she’d left being a flight attendant. The day she’d come home to say she resigned he hadn’t been too surprised. Since picking up Laurel’s job she’d thrown herself into her private computer security company. Her workload had doubled since then and so he knew one of the jobs would have to go. He would be lying if he didn’t enjoy having her home every night. Of course the apartment was starting to resemble a computer store, but he loved the happiness that it brought to Felicity’s whole mood.
Oliver smiled as he looked forward over the few rows in front of him til he spotted Felicity. She was talking with Becky as other passengers boarded slipping past the duo. Becky had been over a time a two for dinner with her boyfriend, but he couldn’t remember his name.
Oliver adjusted himself again as he watched Felicity. She’d admitted on the ride over that she had known how he would respond to the dress and apologized. But it really was the one she'd picked out for meeting the twins. Even if they wouldn't remember it, cameras would. If they had made the flight the day before it wouldn’t have been a problem since they would have been in Starling already.
Becky caught him staring and winked. He shrugged and she chuckled. She leaned in close to Felicity and whispered something in her ear. Felicity pulled back, mouth wide open and grinned. Again Becky leaned in. Oliver watched, a nervousness settling into his stomach when Felicity slowly turned her head to look at him. She then whispered something back to Becky before giving her friend a hug and heading toward her seat next to him.
She settled in her seat, rearranging her skirt. Felicity leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. Oliver tried to ignore her. He really did, but her silence was never a good thing. He’d learned that early on after he’d moved in with her. She only ever got silent when she was thinking. Chewing over something in her mind. Which hadn't gone well for him too often. So it made him nervous. He cleared his throat as he pulled out his phone, putting it into airplane mode. Just to keep his fingers busy.
“What Oliver?” she addressed him, not opening her eyes.
“Did I do something?” he asked watching her. Her eye opened just barely and she shook her head.
“No of course not, it’s just really early,” she answered, closing her eyes again.
His eyes wandered over her face. She looked relaxed. He caught the swaying of her earring and that was just bad because then he was following the long line of her neck down to the beautiful display just below as she breathed. He swallowed hard. You can do this, you can control yourself.
“So she’s good?” he asked, shifting in his seat. Maintaining control didn't mean he wasn't regretting wearing jeans.
“Yep, Becky’s great. I’m glad she’s on our flight. I missed seeing her. We’ll have to have her and Gage over again soon for dinner, after we get back," she smiled and sighed softly. "I think I’ll rest. I didn’t get much sleep last night with the call from Thea and all the excitement. You should too. It’s going to be crazy when we get there.”
“Okay, yeah, you’re right,” he answered and shifted again. Trying to get comfortable and follow her lead. He closed his eyes and surprisingly, after take off, he was able to drift off to sleep.
Oliver woke up to something brushing against his thigh, and breath against his neck. At first he thought he was still lost in his dream. His eyes popped open when he heard Felicity giggle softly against his ear. Felicity was leaning against his arm as she ran her nose down his neck lips ghosting over his stubbled jaw.
“Oliver,” she whispered, her hand moving up higher on his thigh. Just inches from where he was already painfully hard, effects from earlier and the dream he was just having.
Some of his control slipped as he woke up fully. Oliver groaned and turned toward her, claiming her lips. She moaned softly, opening her mouth and allowing him access. His hand came up, delving into her short locks and holding her close to him. His tongue ran over her teeth, brushing against her tongue before he tugged lightly on her hair to pull her lips away from his. She was half in his lap, her hand rubbing over him. He panted against her lips.
“Felicity, what are you doing?” his voice deep and rough against her lips. He pulled back a little farther so he could look in her eyes. She smiled and pecked his lips once, twice before answering him.
“I’m waking you up, I need to go to the bathroom,” she winked.
His mind was lost on why she felt the need to wake him before she went to the bathroom. They were on a plane, it’s not like he’d worry about where she was. Furthermore, she had the aisle, so waking him wasn’t necessary at all. He shook his head and blinked.
“Why wake me up for that?” his brain already fogged with renewed lust.
Felicity leaned in whispering, “Because you should join me.”
“In the bathroom?” Confusion truly evident now. His brain unable to process her words with her hand still lazily drawing patterns on his thigh.
She sighed, leaned in pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving to his ear, “Don’t tell me you’ve never joined the mile high club?”
Oliver’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest as what she was saying finally clicked. “Right now?”
“Sure why not?” she rubbed up higher and brushed over him as she nipped his earlobe. He groaned and involuntarily he pushed his hips up into her hand, seeking much needed friction.
“Fuck Felicity, we can’t, not here. Not during the day!” Sure he’d joined the mile high club back when he was in college. But it was an overnight flight and everyone was sleeping. This was a day flight. There was no way they wouldn’t be missed from their seats.
They were in first class which was just a major no no when it came to doing what Felicity wanted to do. Two empty seats side by side would be a dead give away. Besides that the bathroom was really cramped, he was a big guy. He tried to avoid using one on an airplane unless absolutely needed. Not to mention that they could go to jail when they landed and so much for seeing the new Merlyn boys.
“Becky has our back,” she whispered licking his earlobe, cutting off his inner thoughts instantly. “I’m sure with as worked up as you are right now we could be really quick.” She punctuated her sentence by squeezing him through his jeans.
“Fuck, okay move,” he growled lowly.
Felicity giggled and sat back in her seat, she looked around. “Okay I’m going to go then you just join me in a few minutes.”
Oliver nodded, his head pounding from the blood rushing through his veins. If she didn’t get moving soon he was going to have her here in the seat. She slipped out of her seat and disappeared toward the front of the plane. He closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing.
Felicity had lost her mind. He allowed himself a moment to think again about how this could end badly. As a reminder to himself that he’d need to keep her quiet, they’d need to be quick.
Finally he slid out of his row and pulled his t-shirt down over his front. Hoping it hid his bulge long enough to make it to the restroom at the front. He rapped on the one door that was occupied with his knuckle. Becky winked at him from the galley and he just looked away. He tried hard not to think about having an audience. The door opened and Felicity grabbed him.
Somehow they managed to get the door shut, her back pressed against it, as he devoured her mouth. Oliver’s hands already reaching down to edge of the dress, up under the skirt and groaned into her mouth at what little he found there. She had already removed her panty and his fingers easily found her center. He drank the noise she made from her lips as he slid two fingers inside her, aided by how wet and ready she was.
Felicity pulled at his belt, then his pants, her hand skillfully finding him and stroking him. He gasped into her mouth as she squeezed, watching him. His fingers curling and her eyes fluttered shut as he found that one spot that always made her melt. She moved her hips in time with his hand, her own stroking up and down his shaft, making his head light.
“We have to be quick, but I need to be inside you for this,” he breathed and she nodded. Her inner walls gripping his fingers, not quite at the precipice. He’d need her close though. He was wound so tight he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last. He pulled his fingers from her and she whimpered.
Felicity kissed him, and he felt her hand come up between them, he pulled back and watched as she pulled a foil packet from inside her bra. He gaped at her, realizing that she must have had this in mind from the get go, with her implant they hadn’t had to use condoms in months.
“You planned this?” He breathed out and she nodded.
“This will be easier without a mess to clean up afterward,” Felicity said with a shrug, taking the packet between her teeth to tear it open.
He drew her in for a kiss as she rolled it down his length. Their lips and teeth desperate. The floor shifted beneath them and Felicity giggled as they rocked against the side of the plane. “Turbulence.”
He stilled, there wasn't another one. He looked around them and tried to decide how this would work. There was barely five inches between them..
“Turn around, back to me, spread your legs,” he ordered softly, she’d have to put her knee on the counter but he was sure he could make it work. Her eyes went wide and she grinned with a nod.
“Great idea,” she breathed turning, bracing her hands against the mirror over the small sink. He kissed her neck as his hands slid down over her front, down to the edge of her dress.
“I can’t believe you planned this,” he growled into her ear as he flipped up the skirt, baring her luscious ass. How he wanted to kneel behind her and bite it in retaliation for not letting him in on what she wanted to do. Instead he crouched low as he moved in between her legs, helping her raise her right leg. Thrusting once against her, his length moving through her folds.
“I wanted to surprise you,” she answered gasping as he bumped her clit. He pulled back and grasped himself, finding her entrance. Impatience winning out he surged forward and with one thrust he was deep inside her moist warmth. “Oh Frak!”
“Shh, you have to be quiet,” he grunted as he thrust into her again.
Felicity groaned rocking back against him, driving him deeper inside her. He pulled out and thrust back in, she gripped him so tight his vision blurred. He wound his arms around her front, holding her close as he set a punishing pace, his thighs and legs starting to grumble. One hand found her breast and squeezed, the other moving down, searching for where they were joined. He was much too close and needed her to join him and soon. His fingers slid over her wet flesh as he pumped into her forcefully.
“Oo god Oliver I love you,” Felicity panted, each thrust into her warmth making him groan against her neck. This woman that he loved with every fiber of his being was amazing. He couldn’t believe she’d planned this. She could be so spontaneous and fun, knowing just how to work him up. She knew him better than anyone else in his life. He couldn’t imagine his life without her, ever. He slowed down, stopping entirely and she whimpered. “Oliver?”
He stood holding his body still, buried deep, feeling her flutter around him, so close to her own release. He wanted this with her forever. Maybe not here in an airplane bathroom, though this was a highlight he would never forget. He smiled against her neck, pressing his face in as he felt his heart stutter. “Felicity, marry me.”
Oliver smiled like an idiot when her breathing halted. Her body tightened reflexively, squeezing him and making him squeeze his eyes tight and groan. “What? Oliver, what did you- ”
“Felicity Megan Smoak, marry me,” he repeated firmly and clearly.
It wasn’t a question. It was a request. They’d been together long enough for him to be convinced he would never want to be without her. This was what he wanted, every day for the rest of his life.
They were both breathing hard, bodies joined together in the most intimate way possible. He tightened his grip on her, waiting for her to process his words. Waiting for her decision.
“I can’t believe you’re asking me right now but yes,” she breathed finally. He groaned against her neck as relief poured through him. “Yes yes Oliver I’ll marry you.”
With renewed vigor he started moving again. This time aware that she was louder but he couldn’t care. It could have been seconds or minutes later when she clamped around him, a deep groan leaving them both as he joined her easily, thrusting deep into her heat as the knot of tension snapped. White light blinding him as he stopped moving, holding her tightly against him.
Felicity turned her head finding his lips as they kissed breathlessly. It was messy and needy, their teeth clicking together. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers and tried to regain his wits.
“You proposed!” Felicity whispered with a giggle at the end.
“I needed to know you’ll be mine for the rest of my life,” Oliver answered honestly.
It hadn’t been a snap decision. He’d already bought the ring two months ago. He slowly released her, pulling out of her with a groan. She turned, righting her dress in the tiny space as he disposed of the condom. He cleaned himself up as best as possible. Felicity helped him right his clothes and fasten his pants as they kissed lazily.
“I love you Felicity,” he said softly as he kissed her once more. She held his face between her hands.
“And I love you, I can’t wait until I can be Mrs. Oliver Queen,” Felicity beamed at him and his heart stuttered in his chest. He loved the sound of that more than anything in the world.
~o~l~i~c~i~t~y~
Oliver watched as Felicity held one of the twins, the older of the two, Aiden Oliver. She cooed at the baby, leaning in to kiss his forehead. The light coming in through the window caught on her ring, sending a sparkle across the wall nearest her. Even though it was on the wrong hand, it still made his heart clench in his chest and his throat go dry.
Felicity had agreed to be his wife.
On the ride over to meet the boys he had dug the ring out of his backpack and slipped it on her finger. She fiddled with it while they discussed whether to tell everyone or not. Ultimately they decided to wait, to allow the first days of their visit to be about their friends and the new lives they’d brought into the world. They could celebrate with everyone later once Laurel and the boys were out of the hospital. Before getting out of the car she’d moved it to her right hand and kissed him. Knowing she’d chosen him was enough for Oliver.
A soft whimper, and the shifting warm body in his arms drew his attention back to the little one he was holding. Oliver grinned down at his godson, Malcolm Thomas, who looked up at him, eyes wide. Noticing that his light green hat sat askew on his head, Oliver reached to fix it and he chuckled noticing the way the baby wrinkled his nose.
Feeling the weight of his godson in his arms gave Oliver a glimpse of a future he now hoped to one day have. When he had finally broken it off with Laurel nine months before he hadn’t imagined the turn his life would take. All of their lives truthfully. All he had hoped for was for Laurel and Tommy to figure things out, and that he could one day find his own happiness.
Oliver’s eyes sought out Felicity again. Warmth filled his chest as he observed the way she cuddled and cooed at the bundle in her arms. Her eyes met his and a smile of pure happiness spread across her face.
He wasn’t sure what the future would hold, whether they would stay in New York, or one day move back to Starling City as they had debated about just weeks before. Everything would work out and he was excited for the journey ahead. All he’d wanted was to find his own happiness, and he had in Felicity. Happiness had literally been dropped into his lap.