So here's my first contribution to the Olicity road trip fic thing. This started as a love letter of sorts to one of my favorite cities, New Orleans, but something set my arse on fire and this fic completely got away from me. It starts slow, but be prepared for some intensity as my smut bunny took over my brain.
Regardless, I hope you enjoy whatever this turned out to be. *throws 3800 words of something at your faces*
*standard disclaimers apply*
"Let the Good Times Roll"
A silver Porsche and its occupants made its way down highway 90, winding through the marshland and bayous of southeast Louisiana. The thick balmy air was heavy on Oliver and Felicity's sun-kissed skin, and between the salty, ocean water from their dip in the Gulf of Mexico and the humidity, Felicity's hair was a wild mess of waves.
The setting sun was lighting the sky on fire as they headed west, the Crescent City their final destination after spending a week making their way through small towns along the gulf from Navarre Beach, Florida to Biloxi, Mississippi. Each small town was unique, but they all had one thing in common, delicious cuisine. The newly cemented pair had feasted on the best seafood. Felicity discovered that Bubba was right when he told Forrest about all the ways one could prepare shrimp. When Oliver chose to stop at a small family owned restaurant in Pass Christian, MS named Pirate's Cove, he had no idea that they would experience poboys for the first time. The only way he could describe them was a sub sandwich on crack. It seemed that any material was accepted on these sandwiches made with French bread. He had chosen a roast beef and gravy poboy that made him praise a God that he hadn't been sure existed for the past eight years. The real shock for him though was when he watched Felicity bite in to her fried shrimp poboy, and to his dismay, he saw her make a face he had only ever seen from her in bed. As the couple continued to make their way to New Orleans, Felicity had yet to stop talking about it.
As the sleek car pulled to a stop at a deserted four-way intersection, the stillness allowed them to take in their environment. The tall marshy grass around them swayed in the soft breeze, a bright light flashing periodically as heat lightning crackled across the dusty sky. Frogs and crickets were singing in symphony, a soundtrack to their trip. Felicity leaned back in her seat, the sound of a soft sigh covered by the roar of the engine revving, propelling the Porsche onward.
As they cruised, Felicity's thoughts wandered to the first time she had been to New Orleans. It had been her sophomore year at MIT, and spring break had rolled around just after midterms. Her pushy roommate combined with the possibility of meeting her favorite television star at Wizard World, convinced Felicity to head down to the Big Easy to try and de-stress. Unfortunately the first night there, her roommate had immediately attached herself to some frat boy she met on Bourbon St., and her beloved television star had cancelled their appearance at the con. Felicity spent her first night in New Orleans moping, sitting in her hotel room as she listened to the boisterous crowds below her party into the wee hours of the morning. The next day Felicity gave herself a pep talk, and as she walked out the hotel door to make the best of the situation, she paid no attention to her half naked roommate passed out on her bed covered in Mardi Gras beads.
Felicity smiled as she remembered all the great things she had discovered in the soulful city. So when Oliver had mentioned that he had never been there before, Felicity jumped at the opportunity to share with him all that she had discovered.
The pair freshened up in their room at a quaint B&B in the French Quarter. Felicity had dolled up a little, donning a creamy linen and lace dress that flared at her hips. Her stomach swooped when she saw Oliver in simple white button down, the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone. Felicity stared for a moment too long before she laughed at herself. She had seen the man naked countless times now since their cross country trip had started, but he still took her breath away.
"You take my breath away constantly." Oliver said from behind her as he stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Felicity blushed furiously and shook her head at herself. Her eyes caught his in the mirror and she sobered up at the dark lustful look in his eyes as his hand trailed up her bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Oliver's tall frame pushed up behind her, trapping her between his solid form and the bathroom vanity, his lips searching for her bare neck.
Summoning every ounce of willpower she had, Felicity pushed back forcefully, giving herself enough room to escape his strong arms. She rolled her eyes as she turned to find him pouting.
"No, Oliver. Not this time. This will not be a repeat of our stay in Daytona. Now I'll never know if you can actually drive a car on the beach. I really like this city and I want you to experience it." Felicity finished forcefully, hands on her hips. Oliver's pout turned into a smile as he took in his little spitfire.
"Okay, let's go." He said extending his hand for her to take, leading them out the door.
Felicity led them through the streets of Vieux Carre. They paused as they crossed Rue Bourbon. Oliver had partied in many cities across the country, but he couldn't have imagined the grandeur of what was around him. He looked down each end of the street and only saw a sea of people. Some were dancing in the street while others strutted past in large groups of friends. Music could be heard in surround sound as it filtered out of every other bar and club that littered the curbs. It was astonishing and Oliver was surprised that this would be Felicity's scene.
He tugged on her hand and looked at her skeptically. "You actually like all of this?"
"I've discovered that it can have its moments. Every time I've come back, I've always seen something wild and crazy, but this isn't where we're going." Felicity answered, jerking her head in the direction of a much quieter street.
Felicity laughed as they walked away from the busy atmosphere catching a glimpse of a drunk girl attempting to pet one of the police horses used to patrol the crowds. Her night was about to go south if she didn't heed the officer's warning to step away.
The loud sounds started to fade as they continued to make their way to Felicity's destination. Oliver took in the unique architecture of the charming buildings inspired by French and Spanish design. Wrought iron balconies adorned a great number of the buildings, and he could see many people enjoying an evening drink or chatting with friends as they people watched below them.
Felicity stopped in front of a large wooden door painted in bright colors. There was no indication of its contents written on a sign, but Oliver could hear jazz emanating from the building.
"So, turns out I kind of like jazz and rhythm and blues music." Felicity said with a shrug as she pulled the door open revealing a low-lighted jazz club.
Oliver took in his new surroundings seeing an area of linen covered tables, a bar, a small dance floor, and a stage with thick red curtains draped behind the live band.
There was a notable bounce in Felicity's step as she led him to a table, and as he acclimated to the new atmosphere, Oliver couldn't help but loosen up under the charms of the peppy music.
Two Hurricanes later, Felicity was quite a sight. Her cheeks were rosy from the alcohol and her eyes shined under the twinkling lights hung along the brick walls. She had yet to stop moving since they had taken their seats and Oliver's face burned from smiling so much at her practically dancing in her chair. His own tumbler of rum and coke had been emptied twice, and along with the liquid courage and his desire to make Felicity as happy as possible, he stood from his seat and offered her his hand, his head tucked and his smile shy.
Felicity gaped at him, her mouth opening, then closing, trying to form a sentence.
"I thought you didn't dance?" She asked skeptically.
"I'm discovering that the new "me," will always want to dance with you." Oliver answered honestly, hand still outstretched patiently waiting for her to take it.
Felicity smiled and bit her lip. She gripped his hand and let him guide her to the dance floor where other couples had been dancing for a while now.
Oliver immediately took her hand and spun her, eliciting a small shriek of surprise. Felicity looked at him with wide, questioning eyes.
"What? I never said I didn't know how to dance." Oliver deadpanned.
Felicity giggled, and Oliver did too as they attempted to mimic the other dancers around them, neither one of them experienced in this style of dancing. Oliver watched with rapt attention as Felicity closed her eyes and just allowed her body to move in time with the beats. He gulped as a single strap slipped down her shoulder, exposing her suntanned skin. Felicity sashayed and twisted her hips in time with the music, feeling uninhibited by the alcohol.
The two of them danced for what could've been hours, pushing their limbs to the limit but loving every minute of it. Their bodies became attuned to one another's, their movements in sync. As the night progressed they got closer and closer as the light airy jazz from earlier in the evening faded to the more sensual rhythm and blues.
The band started to close out the evening with a cover of Jimi Hendrix's "Red House," and Oliver and Felicity's bodies instantly pressed together, her back against his chest as they moved to the heady beat of the slow tempo. Felicity moaned as she felt Oliver's manhood press into her backside. This was nothing short of foreplay. Her head lolled back on his shoulder as Oliver whispered sinful things in her ear as he held her close to him, his strong hand splayed across her lower stomach. His fingers danced across, holding her in place, but never dipped too low. Suddenly, she was ready to end the night and head back to their room.
Felicity chugged the last of her third Hurricane before grabbing a generous wad of cash to leave in the open sax case on the floor of the stage. Wasting no time, she pulled Oliver out of the jazz club and onto the quieter Frenchmen St. where they joined the masses of people making their way back to their cars or hotel rooms.
Once again they reached Bourbon St., but this time they had to pause and wait as a few taxi cabs made their way down the thinned out street, picking up drunken stragglers. Felicity impatiently grabbed Oliver's collar, pulling him down for a heated kiss, his hands instantly wrapping around her form, pulling her close and wandering south. Felicity laughed into the kiss as a loud bachelor party whooped and hollered at them as they walked past the kissing couple.
Oliver pulled back, breathless. He stared at her heated smile and not for the first time, he wondered how he ended up here.
Several minutes later they barreled through their bedroom door, lips locked, `and the strap from earlier yanked all the way down exposing Felicity's bare breast.
Oliver was overwhelmed by her presence, her existence. They had been on the road for almost two months and he had yet to tire of her, his desire for her just a strong as their first time together in Nanda Parbat.
Their bodies melded together against the back of their room door, moving and gyrating in tandem, mimicking their dancing from earlier in the night. The carefree vibe of the city combined with the few drinks Oliver had drunk was leaving him feeling uninhibited, cut loose from any and all concerns outside of Felicity's lithe body pressed against his, intoxicated by the smell of her sweat from the evening's activities.
Felicity's skin felt like it was on fire, her head shaking back in forth as she uttered "Oh god, Oh god," over and over again as Oliver's hot lips wrapped around her bare breast. He suckled her hardened nipple like he was trying to consume her, like he was starving and she was his only source of replenishment. Her center throbbed painfully as she bucked wildly against his hips, all control lost to her needs as a woman. She didn't even feel like herself as she cried out in desperation, willing to let Oliver use her and her body to his will, just so long as he continued to touch her.
Oliver snapped when he heard Felicity's long desperate cry. He could feel her need for him coming off of her in waves, a wild glint in her eyes. Male pride surged through him as his need to give her anything and everything overwhelmed him. He wanted to destroy her and build her back up, only to break her down again. He wanted her to forget or own name, forget what city they were in, forget everything outside of what his body would do to please her.
He dropped to his knees, never taking his eyes off hers as his forearm pushed the skirt of her dress up, pinning her waist to the door as he leaned in, burying his nose in her lace covered mound. Felicity moaned loudly as she heard Oliver breathe in deeply through his nose, his free hand reaching down to unbuckle his jeans, freeing his hard member. Felicity's eyes locked on his movements, transfixed by the image of him on his knees before her.
Oliver was drunk on the smell of her sex, knowing that he had made her panties wet and driven her to wild abandon. He started to lightly nip at the top of her folds, delighting in her soft mewls of pleasure. She tried to lift her hips desperately, urging him to move further south, to her center. The pressure on her waist tightened as he held her in place, taking his time to nuzzle and kiss above her pubic bone.
One of her hands came down to grip his hair, tilting his head up to meet her fiery gaze. They communicated silently, and after a second Oliver smiled wickedly, dropping his arm from her waist in supplication.
Felicity whimpered in excitement as she was allowed to guide his face between her thighs. She rubbed herself against his face as he started to bite and lick at her dripping core, ignoring the fabric still in the way.
Oliver started to stroke himself when he became overwhelmed by the way she was using him to get herself off. It was the sexiest thing he had experienced to date. His strong tongue pushed into her wet center as far as he could, his jaw opened wide, his upper teeth and nose pushing into her sensitive lips and clit.
Felicity's vision started blur around the edges as she watched Oliver's tight fist move up and down his hard member. He was eating her out and his contented moans and hums of pleasure let her know that he was enjoying his meal. There was something inexplicably erotic about him stroking himself as he devoured her, like the act alone could satisfy his needs forever, like he could live off her body for eternity.
Oliver only worked harder as he heard her cry out "Fuck me," repeatedly until she suddenly went silent, her grip on his head tightening as she held him in place. Precum coated his cock when he felt the tremors of her orgasm wash through her, pushing his desire to the next level.
Oliver ripped her underwear off, his chest swelling with pride as the evidence or her orgasm seeped down her thighs. His long tongue plunged into her still throbbing center, tasting her cum, feeling her velvet walls pulsing around him as she came down from her high. He surged forward, not giving her a chance to recover. Everything felt new and bare without the lace fabric between them, and as he planned, he quickly built her back up, intent on forcing her to come again.
Felicity was all but crying as Oliver suckled at her clit, her nerves oversensitive from her recent orgasm. Her pleasure built painfully as he nibbled at her, feeling his bare teeth for the first time. She careened over the edge, loud cries echoing throughout the room as hot tears made their way down her bright red cheeks.
Oliver caught her as her legs buckled and she slid down the door. He gathered her in his arms, her body limp and pliant. He laid her across their soft bedding, the cool comforter welcome against her hot skin as she tried to recover. She watched in astonishment as he pulled his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, and she caught a good glimpse of his engorged member, harder and bigger than she had ever seen it. He pulled his shirt over his head and made his way onto the mattress, watching as her eyes widened, shaking her head back and forth.
"Ol…Oliver," she breathed out, still trying to catch her breath. "I don't think I can. Not yet. I can't even move my legs. Oh my god." She managed to squeak out just before Oliver pulled the second strap of her dress down, allowing him to slide the fabric down her hips and off her body.
Oliver's large form hovered over her as he wrapped one strong arm under her lower back, slightly lifting her pelvis up. He looked into her eyes as his free hand caressed the side of her face, wiping the remaining wetness away.
"You don't need to do anything. I've got you." He assured her sweetly just before his hard cock slipped into her tight center, gliding into her wetness with ease.
Their foreheads met as they breathed in each other's breath, preparing for what was to come.
His nose brushed hers as he leaned down and captured her lips as he started to slowly thrust into her. She felt glorious around him, as he recalled the way his mouth had made her this wet, the same mouth that was now locked on hers, their tongues dueling.
Felicity's limbs were spent, but that didn't stop her desire from building as she tasted herself on his tongue or as she felt every inch and ridge of his manhood pushing through her tightened, swollen walls. He stroked her with slow steady thrusts, swirling his hips up as he dived in each time. He was tender as he massaged her oversensitive womanhood with his cock, using it to soothe her overworked clit, but also reaching spots and depths deep within her that his tongue hadn't.
As Felicity moaned in bliss, Oliver knew he could pick up his pace, his movements more forceful. He was barely hanging on to reality as he moved through her rhythmically, wanting nothing more than to feel her come around him as he spilled his seed in her.
He instantly stopped, realizing that he had forgotten a condom. He cursed at himself for his stupidity and was surprised to realize that he didn't much care about the consequences. He had wanted a family with Felicity the instant he saw her glowing above a newborn Sarah. Now they were together, and he felt whole for the first time in his life, but he couldn't make this decision for Felicity or without her.
He went to pull out of her, his arm reaching across to the bedside table as Felicity suddenly jerk her hips up to his, her first movements since he had laid her down on the bed.
He looked at her intently before breaking eye contact and reaching for the condoms once more.
"No! Please." Felicity begged quietly, her voice heavy with emotion. She read the look of confusion on his face and continued.
"If that look on your face meant what I think it did, then I don't want to use one either." Felicity said softly, cupping his cheek in her hand.
Oliver looked down at her in disbelief. Could she be agreeing to all he's ever dreamed of, the dreams that he had yet to voice to her out of fear? He had never told her how he was secretly jealous of John and Lyla or how he had thought up possible names of children he just knew would never exist.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asked, the slightest bit of hope tinging his words.
Felicity bit her lip and nodded her head in the affirmative.
"I don't want anything in between us anymore. I want to feel you fill me up. I want to know I'm your safe harbor, and you mine. I want to live in the moment and rejoice life. I want to give in to my basic instincts and feel like your mate for life." Felicity confessed in one breathe. She paused, seeing Oliver's eyes begin to glisten.
"And if we happen to create something beautiful as a result of that, if something that beautiful can exist in a world with so much darkness, I think it could be the best thing we ever do out of all the good we've done before." She finished wistfully.
Oliver didn't say a word as his lips found hers again in a soul searing kiss, his body starting to rock into hers once more. He kissed his way to her ear and whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Hold on to me tightly."
And with that his left hand tangled in her hair and his right arm tightened around her waist as her legs wrapped around his hips, anchoring themselves to each other. Oliver thrust into her purposefully, reaching all of the spots that would set her ablaze.
Her chin tilted up as he tugged on her hair, his cheek next to hers as he whispered reverent "I love you's" in her ear. A new emotion bubbled up through Felicity as she experienced Oliver cherishing her body and soul, thanking her for something she nor he could quite understand or put a name to just yet.
All either one of them knew as Oliver came inside her, triggering her third orgasm, was that they had discovered something new and heightened between them, their bond cementing further.
Tears made their way down both their faces as Oliver tenderly scooped her up, cradling her in his lap, kissing her softly all over her face.
Felicity didn't know how it was possible to laugh and cry at the same time, but that's how her body was dealing with all the new emotions coursing through her. She snuggled in to his warm embrace, feeling safe and loved.
The couple remained like that as they watched a new day break over the New Orleans skyline, both of them overjoyed to have found a home, even in a city that was not their own.