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This time, it was Felicity who took Oliver’s chin in her hand to make him look her in the eye. “We need to stop dancing around this. I want to know exactly how you envision things going once we get home. Before I agree to anything. Because, just to be clear, I haven’t agreed to a single thing yet.”
Oliver’s eyes widened. “You most certainly did agree that we are not breaking up,” he all but growled, his hands digging into her thighs.
“Yes, I did,” Felicity replied gently, her hand running down his cheek until Oliver finally relaxed. Then she threw out, “But I did not agree to be your dirty little secret.”
“I would never…” Oliver grunted in frustration, again, upset that she would think he would suggest such a thing. “Felicity—”
She placed her fingers over his mouth, saying quietly and calmly, “Before we get into another stupid, irrational argument, can you, please, just tell me what you meant when you said we should keep things secret?”
“I never said ‘secret’,” Oliver protested for the billionth time. Then he took a deep breath to try and steady himself before he spoke. “I said ‘quiet’, not ‘secret.’ There’s a difference.” She gave him a look and he again defended, “There is. I just meant that maybe we shouldn’t hold hands on the street or make public appearances together or go on dates to public restaurants.”
When Felicity opened her mouth to interrupt it was Oliver, this time, who put his fingers over her lips to make her wait. “We can stay in. Have dates at home. I’ll cook.” He didn’t know when this became something he needed to convince her of, but it had. “We can rent movies, instead of going to the movies. If you want fancy, we can still do fancy. We can dress up and order in and do a million candles. Anything you want. Just away from the cameras and the storefront windows and the goddamn bombs.”
Somewhere during his speech, Felicity’s reproachful look had melted into one that was soft and sympathetic. The panic Oliver had been feeling finally started to calm and fade away.
Smiling the tiniest bit, Felicity murmured, “Well, public dates are rather nerve-racking. All those people, watching, judging.”
Oliver blew out a breath, relieved at the concession, and confessed. “I really can’t relax in crowds.”
That earned him another smile. Her fuchsia nails ran over his scalp, further relaxing Oliver’s tense muscles. “I know,” she whispered, almost sadly, as if she were upset at herself for not understanding earlier. “I can live with…private dates,” Felicity smirked a little at that. “But no beards, no pretending to date other people. You need to go to a gala, you go alone.”
Please. “How about I don’t go at all,” Oliver offered, because that sure as hell wasn’t a sacrifice. Felicity raised an eyebrow and he added, “Until you can go with me.”
Felicity tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at him. “Why do I feel like I just became your excuse to stay home.”
“Those things are awful,” Oliver argued without repentance. “You hate them too.”
“That’s because I was there as your secretary.”
“Trust me, you were better off there as my Executive Assistant,” Oliver stressed giving her a look. “As my girlfriend you’ll have to pretend to like people who turn your stomach and listen to their inane prattle. All things you hate—”
“And wear a beautiful dress,” Felicity cajoled, her arms looped around his neck, “and hold your hand and slow dance—”
“I don’t dance—”
“You will with me. Come on, you’re the most graceful man I know—”
“Fine.” Because, he would. Oliver would dance with her if it made her happy. It was a small price to see Felicity smile. “I’ll dance. After. I promise.”
“Yay.” Felicity bounced a bit when she said it and Oliver couldn’t help but smile. This was the light he had been missing all his life. “Ok, so until Ra’s is out if the picture, it’s hands to ourselves in public. You know, you’re going to have a harder time with that than me, right?”
“What are you talking about?” Oliver laughed. “You have your hands all over me.”
Felicity shrugged. “Yes, but I’ve always had my hands all over you. I’m a touchy person. People would think it was weird if I stopped touching you.” She grinned at him like the cat that ate the canary…no he wasn’t going there.
Oliver shook his head, letting her have that one. “I probably will have trouble not touching you, but I can control myself.” Felicity lifted an eyebrow and Oliver rolled his eyes. “I don’t see why we need to go out much, anyway. We spend most of our time at the Foundry…where there will not be a no touching rule.”
Felicity giggled. “Don’t Digg and Roy have a say in that?”
“I’ve had to watch Roy with my sister, so, no, he has no say. And Digg sent you to Nepal in a clear match-making ploy.”
“Doesn’t that just mean we owe him?”
Doesn’t it, indeed? Digg and Lyla needed a fruit basket or a wine basket…or an all-expense paid vacation with free babysitting. It was too bad Oliver wasn’t rich anymore.
“Doesn’t mean I’m keeping my hands to myself at the Foundry.”
Luckily, Felicity didn’t seem perturbed about that at all, instead saying, “I think I can agree to those terms. I don’t know how we’re going to pull off sleeping together every night—”
“No!” Oliver protested, much too loudly, his muscles tensing again. “I told you. That is non-negotiable.”
The incredulous, wide-eyed look was back. “Oliver, what—?”
“I’d rather both of us be on the cover of every tabloid, half-naked, than let you sleep alone—“
“Excuse me. What—?”
“No. Please, listen.” Oliver forced himself to relax his hold and lower his tone. Felicity was looking at him like a caveman again. She just didn’t understand. “It’s not…” He swallowed. “The idea of you, alone, asleep and vulnerable in your apartment makes my skin crawl. I would never be able to sleep knowing you were defenseless like that.”
As Oliver had hoped, Felicity deflated. “Oliver, sweetheart, I’ve been sleeping there alone for years. I have a state of the art security system. I’m perfectly safe—”
“You’re not safe enough,” he growled, then closed his eyes and counted backwards from three. “Not anymore,” Oliver said more softly, trying to beseech her with his eyes. “Please, Felicity.”
Oliver watched with no little relief as defensive, feminist, self-righteousness transformed into sweet compassion and then, finally, happy flirtatiousness as a smile spread across Felicity’s face. It was fascinating to watch the flickers of emotion across her face, feel the change in her body language, in the way she touched him.
“Are you sure this has nothing to do with easy access to sex?” Felicity asked with a teasing half-grin.
But Oliver wasn't done being serious yet. “It is an absolute fact that I love sleeping next to you. And waking up with you. And that…I've slept better and had fewer nightmares than I have in years. And, yes, that is a bonus. As is the best sex I’ve ever had. But I need to know that if anyone comes after you in your sleep, I'm there to stop them.”
Felicity’s smile had faded during Oliver’s earnest speech. Her eyes searched his face and he could almost hear the wheels in her busy mind turning. Oliver fought the urge to tense up, feeling open and exposed.
“Ok.”
“Ok?” Oliver asked, slightly incredulous. ‘Ok’ to what?
Again her expression changed and the bright, happy Felicity smile was back. “Ok, I accept your terms.”
It took Oliver a minute to realize the full import of her words. When it sunk in what it meant, that she was accepting all of it…that they were going home together, to be together, that Felicity was accepting the stipulations he was making to keep her safe, the tension left him so quickly he was dizzy with it.
“Thank God,” Oliver breathed, his forehead falling to Felicity’s shoulder as he hugged her to him.
Oliver felt a kiss against his crown and looked up to see her grinning down at him, her smile as bright as the sun. Felicity bit her lip, eyes mischievous as she shifted in his lap and arched her neck. It amazed him that she could be sexy as hell and have no idea that she was doing it. Well, judging by her smile, maybe she did know.
He leaned back in the arm chair and smiled at her for a moment, his worries about going home slipping away. Suddenly, Oliver couldn’t wait.
Couldn’t wait to bring Felicity to the Loft. Have dinner in front of the fire. Introduce, really introduce, her to his sister. Explore her apartment…Oliver had barely even seen Felicity’s place. He had spent hours imagining what her bedroom would look like. Fantasizing about climbing in her fire escape. And now he would get to sleep there with her. He had the right.
Oliver couldn’t even find it in himself to worry about Ra’s. In that moment, he felt like he…they could accomplish anything.
His hands found their way back to her smooth, bare thighs as they rested next to his own and quickly made their way back under the skirt Oliver had so admired. His thumbs massaging circles in her muscles, his fingers traveled towards the lace panties that he had yet to lay eyes on. But, oh, did he look forward to that.
“Now where were we?” Oliver asked, leaning forward for a kiss.
With a muffled giggle, Felicity met him briefly before pulling back, saying, “Trying to catch a plane in Houston.”
Ginning, Oliver leaned back into her, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her chin and below her ear. “We have time.” And if they didn’t, they could damn well catch a later flight.
“Mmmm. You sure about that? It’s a long drive,” Felicity argued, her voice breathless. By the way her hips had started to rock against him, Oliver was fairly certain she cared about as much about being on time as he did. “It’s raining. We don’t want to miss—”
Oliver captured the last of her protests with his lips, his tongue sweeping inside at the same time his fingers slipped under the lace and through her folds. Done with teasing and ready to end her protests, he slid two fingers deep inside, making her jerk with a small squeal that turned into a moan. Felicity was wet and ready, accepting him easily after having had him inside her just this morning. And the night before and…
Felicity arched and keened against his mouth, her tongue falling out of sync with his and he took over the kiss. Until, finally, her mouth fell away completely. Her head dropped back as she rode his pumping fingers. She cupped the back of Oliver’s head, pulling him toward her even as her back arched away and he followed her, pressing his mouth against her cheek, her chin, feeling the movement of her expressive face as she lost herself in the pleasure he gave her.
When Oliver’s thumb found her clit, Felicity went wild, bucking and screaming loud enough to make his ears ring, just as he had taught her to in the last week. He was not looking forward to getting her to temper her screams when they returned home.
Felicity’s nails found Oliver’s back and dug in as he latched onto her neck, careful this time to be less rough, to not make marks.
Oliver’s left hand gripped her thigh, feeling the tension rippling through her muscles. He had come to know Felicity’s body well over the last few days. He could feel how close she was to her first peak by the rigidity in her thighs and fingers, the tension in the long line of her throat under his lips.
It was like nothing on this earth. Oliver gloried in it, breathed it in and when he pushed Felicity over that first edge with a rough swirl of his thumb, he slowed only marginally, keeping her there, loving that he knew she could still come again and again before he was done. Never, in his wildest dreams had Oliver imagined she would be this fucking fantastic in bed.
“Oliver, God,” Felicity gasped. “We really don’t have time, as amazing as this feels, for another…frack…sex marathon.”
“Mmmhhmm,” Oliver agreed against her neck. Felicity was probably right. “So, we have a quickie.” He reached for his belt and zipper. Though nothing they had done so far could be classified as a quickie. Why would Oliver want that after he had realized what her body was capable of?
Felicity obligingly lifted herself up. Reaching down, she quickly took him in hand and guided his very ready erection to her entrance. Oliver let out a long groan that matched hers as she sunk down onto him. There was nothing like it.
Felicity caught her lower lip between her teeth as she leaned her head back and hummed, looking at Oliver from beneath her lashes.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Oliver breathed, one hand cupping her ass as she circled her hips and ground against him.
He was rewarded with a smile and a particularly enthusiastic swivel of her hips. Leaning back in the chair, Oliver gave her a lazy smile of his own, enjoying the view of a fully clothed, in professional attire no less, Felicity Smoak riding him with abandon. He reached up and cupped her breast through her tight top, using his nail to find and drag over her nipple.
“Ahhh, Oliver…” Her eyes slipped closed for a minute. “You know, this may be my favorite position, but that's because we can go all night like this.”
Oliver growled as another shot of arousal coursed through him at Felicity’s words and he lunged forward looking to capture that lip she was so delectably gnawing at.
Felicity laughed breathlessly. “But, I gotta say, I don't know if this position is quickie material.”
Watching her skirt flutter with her movements, Oliver grinned wolfishly. He certainly had an answer for that one.
“Well,” he drawled, bringing his hands to her waist. “If we're talking my EA/IT girl fantasies this wasn't my absolute favorite.”
Felicity lifted one perfect eyebrow and Oliver's grin widened.
With one quick move, Oliver lifted Felicity off of him, making her whine as they disengaged. He didn't give her time to complain, though. Setting her on her feet and standing, he manhandled her to the kitchen table. Spinning her and placing a gentle hand on her back, he urged her to lean over and place her hands shoulder width apart on the table.
Growling with satisfaction, Oliver kicked her feet apart…fuck, she still had her heals on. His cock throbbed and twitched, glistening with her juices in the cool air. As he flipped the skirt up baring her fuchsia lace panties, he felt a primal wave of satisfaction right in his gut.
Felicity just laughed, grinning at him over her shoulder, long earrings swaying. “Really, Oliver? Your fantasy was to bend me over your desk?”
“Mmhhmm,” Oliver agreed, running his hand over the satin and lace of the thong. “Don't underestimate the power you weld with that ass, Felicity.”
Her next laugh sounded more like she was choking, making Oliver chuckle to himself. His cock was wondering why it wasn't inside her already, but if he was going with this fantasy, then he really should do it right.
Falling to his knees, Oliver wrapped his hands around Felicity's thighs and leaned forward, capturing the sinfully sexy lace between his teeth and pulling it down.
“Oliver! What are you…. Oh… Dear…God…. You're killing me here.”
Oliver couldn't make out Felicity expression, buried as he was between her thighs, distracted by her sweet smell…. but he could imagine it was priceless. Slowly, he dragged the lace down, until it loosened and fell, getting caught where his hands gently gripped her thighs, holding them open for him.
He understood that Felicity wanted them to go quickly, but Oliver would rather drive all fucking night to Starling than rush this. Breathing her in, he stuck out his tongue to delicately run it up her swollen folds. It was a taste he was quickly becoming addicted too.
“God, Oliver. This is not quick!”
Swallowing a laugh, Oliver responded by burying his tongue as far as it could go inside her, making Felicity scream. He was going to miss the loud abandon they could indulge in here. Once he had fully tasted her, he pulled back, running his tongue down and finding her clit, nudging her entrance with his nose.
“Oh dear…enough! Oliver! Fuck me already!”
Oliver never could resist her loud voice. He was on his feet in an instant. Gripping her hips, he aligned himself with Felicity's entrance and sank to the hilt without pausing.
“Yesssss.”
That’s what this was. Oliver rubbed the creamy globes of Felicity’s ass and for the hundredth time this month marveled at how he was actually here. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled out, watching his cock reappear with her slick juices and loving the sight even more when he sank back into her.
“Oliver,” Felicity hissed, falling onto her elbows and panting. “We really need to work on your definition of a quickie.”
Oliver just laughed, continuing the long, slow pumps of his hips, grinding a bit when he reached the hilt, enjoying the way Felicity’s thighs trembled. “Some things are too good to rush.”
“Mmmm, but…ooooo.” Felicity arched her neck back and Oliver leaned down to run his teeth over its length. “If I…if I promise to let you do this again at my office in Palmer Tech, will you—”
“Christ! Felicity!” Oliver honest to God lost all reason at the thought. And it only had a tiny bit to do with the idea that Palmer might catch him making Felicity his. No, that was a horrible misogynistic thought that had nothing to do with the way Oliver’s hips took on a life of their own, pounding into her so hard that she screamed.
With the last vestiges of conscious thought, Oliver reached around and scissored Felicity’s clit between his middle and pointer finger, applying steady pressure as he fucked her into the table.
“That’s…ohhhh Gooooo…” Felicity fell into a steady stream of wordless cries to accompany the pornographic sounds of flesh slapping flesh.
Oliver was mindless now, the rush of pleasure, possession, and love was drowning everything out. Felicity looked at him over her shoulder and he leaned over her, cupping her chin and kissing her, deep and messy and bizarrely satisfying though the angle was terrible and the coordination nonexistent.
It wasn’t long before Felicity’s head fell from his hand to land on her forearm that was braced on the table. He could feel the muscles of her thighs and backside trembling and Oliver picked up the pace even more.
When Felicity finally tipped over the edge, her knees gave out and Oliver was grateful that his reflexes were intact. He caught her around the waist as he pushed as deep as he could go and followed her over.
Oliver let himself have a minute, his cheek pressed to Felicity’s back, holding her to him for a moment more. But then, because they were short on time, and the sooner they got home, the sooner they could curl together in one of their beds and block out the world, Oliver forced himself to stand.
Felicity whimpered as he pulled out of her. She always did. Oliver loved it more each time. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades and whispered, “Stay here a second.”
Panting, she obeyed without argument, which was a testament to how sated she was. Felicity just rested over the table, her cheek pressed against the cool surface as her breathing returned to normal. Oliver grabbed a clean kitchen towel and ran it under warm water in the sink. She hummed as he cleaned her off and eased her panties up from where they had fallen around her ankles.
As he cleaned himself, Oliver couldn’t help but feel bad for whatever cleaning crew would come after them. The sheets alone.
Felicity pushed herself off the table and turned, leaning back against it somewhat bonelessly. “That was a quickie?”
Oliver smirked. “For you and me it was.” He leaned over and gave her a quick peck, running a hand from her waist to her hip. “I blame the skirt.”
Felicity laughed, a bright bubbly sound. “I think I like your fantasies.”
Bringing his other hand to her other hip, Oliver yanked her against him, whispering against her mouth, “I have plenty more. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
Felicity bounced just a bit as she came up on her toes, wrapping her arms as far as they could go around his neck. “Deal,” she declared against Oliver's lips before sealing it with a soft, sweet kiss.
“Mmm.” Oliver stroked her back. “Ready to go?” He asked with another light kiss. They couldn't avoid leaving forever and, thankfully, it was no longer giving him that sense of dread.
The smile on her face dimmed just a bit. “I guess.” Looking around the cabin, Felicity ran her hands down his chest and sighed. “I kind of love it here.”
Oliver had known that, but for some reason hearing Felicity say it out loud touched something inside him. “Me too,” he murmured, stroking her cheek and straightening her glasses.
Wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her chin against his chest, Felicity looked up at him and sighed. “It's like… It's like when you were little and you went on a vacation and you were so happy, but then it was over and you had to come home and all you wanted to do was cry because it was so sad. Well, when I was really little, you know, before my dad left and my mom had to work 60 hour weeks. We didn't much go on vacations after that.”
Oliver leaned down and kissed her nose, trying to suppress the impulse to find Felicity’s deadbeat father just so he could beat some sense into the man. Instead, he confessed, “I’ve never had a vacation this good.”
He succeeded in wiping the sad look off of Felicity’s face, so he was rather proud. Laughing, she countered, “Please, I'm sure the Queens went on some pretty impressive vacations.”
Oliver shrugged. “They certainly were expensive.” He didn't really remember anywhere he was so happy he didn't want to leave. He was an only child until he was ten. A lot of childhood vacations, he remembered being mostly bored and lonely.
“Oliver, you spent the month recovering from a stab wound,” Felicity reminded him, incredulous but, clearly, pleased.
“Best. Vacation. Ever,” Oliver insisted, punctuating each word with a kiss.
With one last bright smile, Felicity laid her cheek against his chest and squeezed him tight. Oliver buried his nose in her hair and breathed, savoring these last several quiet moments.
Sighing, Oliver pulled back to say, “Let's go home.”
Felicity nodded, stepping out of the embrace and grabbing her hand bag.
“Do you have the flash drive?”
She shot him the look she always shot Oliver when he asked her something that he should know she would never forget. But Felicity’s only protest was an eye roll as she patted her bag and said, “Right here.”
Oliver ignored the look, just nodded and walked over to grab the two duffle bags that contained what little possessions they were bringing home, scooping up the passports and tickets on the way.
"Ok," Felicity clapped her hands together and smiled brilliantly. “So home. Save the city. Save Thea. Kill Ra’s. Then…”
“Then…” Oliver threw an arm over her shoulder as they walked to the door. “Then I’ll take an announcement out in the Times if you want.”
“Uhhh, no.” Felicity wrinkled her nose adorably and reached up to squeeze the hand draped over her shoulder. “But maybe a vacation. A real one. Without the almost mortal wound.”
“I'll do my best,” Oliver promised, smothering a laugh. “To avoid the almost mortal wound, that is. The vacation we can definitely do.”
Turning and looking up at him, Felicity gave Oliver one of her brighter-than-the-sun smiles. “It will give you something to live for.” She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek before slipping out from under his arm to grab their coats.
“Oh, I'm pretty sure I have all I need to live for right now.”
Felicity shot him a shy, pleased smile and practically bounced to the door. Following her, Oliver paused at the threshold, watching her rush over to the passenger’s side of the car, hand over her head to block the light rain.
Oliver's thoughts raced. All uncustomarily pleasant. Plans to find his own apartment…their own apartment. Where to take Felicity to celebrate defeating Ra’s Al Gul. Which family gems he still had access to. A specific ring that belonged to his grandmother for generations. How to get this cabin back as a honeymoon suite.
When Oliver joined Felicity in the car, it was with a smile on his face and more hope than he had felt in a long time.