So this couple is so hoooooooot. Probably one of the only couples that me and my partner actually are both cheering for. He got more pissed off than me when the two of them didn't kiss at the end of Season 2. Haha. Anyway, I was planning on just doing a oneshot, but it was getting a bit long, so I've split it into two. First chapter will be T, and second will be a bit of a naughty one. Any mistakes are my own and I apologize.
Disclaimer: I very unfortunately do not own any of the characters.
Felicity Smoak had known Oliver Queen almost her whole life, and she prided herself in knowing the handsome billionaire better than most. And right now, mingling with the rich and wealthy of Starling city with gorgeous Helena Bertinelli on his arm, he didn't look very happy. It wasn't obvious, just a certain smile that he gave and the twitch of his index finger at his side. Small things that only people who really knew him would have picked up. Nothing that Helena Bertinelli, poised and charming without trying Helena, would have picked up on. Felicity quickly diverted her gaze as he glanced over in her direction, focussing on the contents of her champagne glass. She could feel his eyes on her and her cheeks burnt as she tried to busy herself. Thea Queen came over, her eyes bright from obvious alcohol consumption, with her boyfriend, Roy Harper, in tow.
"Lissy," she mumbled, flashing the charming Queen smile that the two siblings had perfected. "Can you cover for us if Oliver comes looking?" Felicity glanced over to Oliver, who was currently occupied, this time talking earnestly to Tommy Merlyn, the third in the close knit trio.
"Yeah, sure, hun," Felicity smiled at the younger girl. "Go have fun." Thea grinned, relief showing on her pretty face as she tugged at Roy's hand firmly. Roy gave her a smirk as he passed her and Felicity sighed. It was fucking ridiculous that she was jealous of a couple of teenagers; but they were getting a hell of a lot more action that she was.
"Hey, beautiful," came a voice from behind her. Felicity turned around to face Tommy, who was smiling at her broadly. Felicity smiled back at him, pushing her hair over her shoulder, fiddling with the strap of her tight red dress. Tommy frowned and reached out to swat her hand away. "Stop fidgeting. You look stunning."
"You think anything with boobs and a pulse is stunning," Felicity rolled her eyes at him. Tommy shrugged good naturedly, and took a sip from his scotch tumbler.
"I accept one and all, very little judgement," he grinned. "The less clothes, the less judgement."
"You're disgusting," Felicity laughed, but it was said with affection
"But you love me," Tommy replied knowingly. He scanned the room, his eyes settling on Oliver and Helena, who were now dancing, looking like the epitome of perfection as a couple. He glanced at Felicity out of the corner of his eye before clearing his throat pointedly. "Are we Oliver watching?" Her pale cheeks turned rosy and she ducked her head, her hand going back up to the strap of her dress to fiddle nervously. Tommy licked his lower lip, tapping his index finger against the crystal of his glass. "You need to talk to him, Fel."
"I don't think he's interested in talking," she replied, sounding slightly bitter. "And whatever it is he is interested in doing, it's not with me."
"Come on, Fel," Tommy's eyes went back to Oliver, who was whispering something in Helena's ear, his hand low on her back. "You just need to talk to him. You're the only girl who gets him, the only one that he actually wants to spend time with."
"I don't know," Felicity murmured, lowering her voice as Oliver and Helena approached them. "He definitely looks like he wants to spend time with her."
"Hey, guys," Oliver smiled at his two friends as he and his date stopped beside them. "We are going to head off. Have either of you seen Thea?"
"Yeah, she just headed up to the bathroom," Felicity quickly said. Oliver raised an eyebrow questioningly but then gave a one shouldered shrug.
"Are you okay with giving her a lift home?"
"Absolutely," Felicity nodded. Her gaze slipped over to Helena, who was looking at her with a stony expression. When she looked back, she was surprised that Oliver was still staring at her. She raised an eyebrow at him and he blinked, his expression clearing.
"I'll see you guys later," Oliver slapped his hand down on Tommy's shoulder by way of farewell, then reached out to kiss Felicity on the cheek. His hand touched her elbow briefly and she had to force herself not to shiver at the contact. Tommy stepped closer to Felicity as the two moved away from them.
"You're screwed, Fel," Tommy murmured in her ear as their friend walked away.
"Shut up, Tommy," Felicity elbowed him in the side.
"Felicity, darling!" Moira Queen smiled widely as she saw the blonde on the front door step. Felicity smiled up at the older woman as she was enveloped in a hug. "The boys didn't get in until early this morning, but I'm fairly certain they were alone. Did you want to meet them at the pool? I'll have Raisa run up and get the boys." Felicity kept the tight smile on her face, despite the fact Moira's offhand comment about the boys being alone made her stomach clench. It reminded her of how common it was for Oliver to bring a girl home. She made her way through the mansion that she knew so well. It was almost eleven-thirty and the sun was high in the sky. They had agreed to meet for brunch, altogether the time was undetermined, mainly because the boys were going out the night before and it couldn't always be certain when they would rise the next morning. The pool was inviting, stretched out in front of her, clean and sparkling in the summer sun. She took off her glasses, putting them away carefully, the world going blurry. Then she tugged off her black dress, revealing her red and white polka dot bikini she had brough last weekend when shopping with Thea.
Felicity loved swimming in the Queen's pool, she always had. It was huge, part of it curving around so that it was shaded under a tree. Leaves littered the grassy area around the edge of the pool, indicating the gardener had the weekend off, but the pool had been completely cleared of foliage. She glanced in that direction as she stepped into the pool, her mind flicking back to when they were fifteen and she had stolen a bottle of champagne from one of Oliver's fathers fancy dinner parties. It had only been the two of them that night and Oliver had somehow managed to talk her into going for a midnight swim in just her underwear. He had been her first proper kiss, pressing her into the corner of the pool and invading her mouth with his tongue. He had fumbled with her small breasts through her bra and she had clumsily rubbed at his crotch. After ten or so minutes he had grunted against her lips and then pulled away from her, red faced.
It was only later that she had realized why.
They had never mentioned that night again.
Felicity shook her head at the memory as she pushed off the side of the pool and floated on her back. She closed her eyes, the sun warming her all over as she glided through the water.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Felicity grinned and opened one eye to look over at Oliver. He looked pretty good for a guy who had been up all night drinking.
Hell, who was she kidding?
She always thought he looked good.
"You coming in?" Felicity asked, tipping herself forward so that she was standing up straight, facing him.
"Maybe after some coffee," Oliver winced as he glanced upward to the bright sun. "Maybe after a lot of coffee," he amended. Felicity pouted, wading through the water to the edge, propping her elbows up on the concrete ledge and looked up at him.
"Come on, Ollie," she stuck out her lower lip and blinked her big blue eyes up at him. "You promised me brunch and a day in the pleasure of your company. I'm already feeling let down given I've been deprived my usual croissant." Oliver stared down at her, a smile on his face before shaking his head and smiling.
"Fuck, Fel," he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head so that he was just in his dark swimming shorts. "You know I'd give you the moon if I could when you make those eyes at me." He was undoubtedly joking but Felicity felt a flush start at her neck, and she sucked in a deep breath and ducked under the water in an attempt to cool her over-heating skin. She was dragged back up a moment later by a pair of tanned, muscular arms and she let out a squeak. Oliver grinned as he held her easily against his toned body. "I feel as though it's been forever since we've caught up properly..." he began, and then his eyes gaze dropped and he smirked playfully. "And if you have always had that bikini then you've definitely been holding out on me." Felicity's eyes flashed indignantly and slapped his arm, even though though she was laughing.
"You're a perv, Oliver Queen," she stated.
"You bring out both the best and worst in me, Fel," he told her with a twinkle in his eyes. She rolled her eyes at him as he reached out and poked her in the side.
"Don't, Oliver," she said warningly, taking a step away from him, out of his arms.
"Don't what?" He asked playfully, taking a step closer to her, his arms spread out in front of him in mock-innocence.
"Don't," Felicity said again and tried to move away more quickly as he lunged toward her, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her stomach. She was notoriously ticklish, a trait that Oliver loved to exploit. Although it wasn't usually when they were alone.
And barely clothed.
And all wet.
Oliver's triumphant shouts and her squeals mingled together as he caught her, pivoting her around in the water so that her back was hard up against his torso. She let out another giggle as his fingers feathered against her sides and then dug in gently to the taunt muscles of her stomach. She thrashed, automatically trying to dislodge him but he held tight, chuckling at her futile attempts. She was laughing so hard she felt her eyes tearing up and she continued to try and free herself from his stronger grip, squirming her hips against his own.
"Truce...Truce!" She yelped. Oliver's tickling finally stopped but his arms didn't leave her waist, holding her petite body close to his. "I swear, you and Tommy never grew up," she muttered with a smile, twisting her neck around so that she was looking at him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned at her, but it was different sort of grin, a little far away. He dropped his head forward until his lips touched her bare shoulder in a surprisingly intimate gesture.
"It's okay, Fel. You grew up good and you were always the important one," he mumbled against her skin. Felicity felt shivers shoot across her skin and down her spine, heat pooling straight to her core that had nothing to do with the sun. She opened her mouth to ask what he had meant but there was a shout behind them and suddenly a splash that sent water flying.
"Ollie!" Thea called from the edge as her boyfriends head popped up in the water near the couple. "You didn't tell me Lissy was coming over!"
"Maybe that's because I wanted her all to myself," Oliver retorted, his arms tightening ever so slightly around Felicity. She felt her stomach tighten in a knot as her ass grazed against his thighs and she realized exactly why he was still holding her tightly. Felicity felt a jolt run through her body and she stiffened reflexively. Oliver must have felt her, because he let her go quickly, obviously thinking she had felt his arousal and her nervousness was rejection. She opened her mouth to say something but he shot her a strained look and then quickly swum over to his little sister.
He always looked good, but Felicity especially loved seeing him at work. Probably that in built thing that a woman had when it came to a man in a position of power. He wore perfect Armani suits that fit him like a glove, hugging his muscular arms and cupping that perfect ass. Felicity quickly diverted her gaze back down to her computer, fingers flying across the keyboard. She loved her job, she really did. She was good at it, and being friends with the big boss man didn't hurt either when she wanted time off.
"What's up, buttercup?" Tommy asked with a wide smile as he sat down on the edge of her desk. Felicity looked over at him with raised eyebrows.
"Don't you have a job or something you should be at at two-thirty on a Wednesday afternoon?" She asked, leaning back in her seat and stretching out her fingers, rolling her wrists.
"Ah, the peks of being your own boss," Tommy grinned. Then his expression became serious and he tilted his head downwards toward her. "No, seriously, Fel. What's up? You and Oliver have been kinda weirder than usual around each other." Felicity sighed and rolled her eyes upward to the fluorescent light built into the ceiling.
"I don't know," Felicity mumbled. Tommy's eyes widened, inviting further conversation but she didn't offer anything more.
"Okay, well we're going out for drinks on Friday night. You're going to come, right?" He shot her puppy dog eyes and despite her confusion over Oliver, she couldn't help but smile and nod. "Good, coz I need you to work that wonderful womanly magic and talk me up to Laurel."
"Laurel?" Felicity's smile widened. "Laurel Lance? How did you manage to trick her into being your date? She is so far out of your league, she must have lost a bet on something big." Tommy glared at her, although a smile was playing on his mouth. He placed his hand over his heart.
"That hurts, Fel, that hurts real deep," he pouted.
"Fuck off it did," Felicity laughed. Tommy shrugged and grinned.
"Whatever the case, you are obligated to talk me up as one of my best-friends."
"Yeah, yeah," Felicity leaned forward. "I better get back to work. Mr Palmer is giving me his pissed off face." Tommy snorted and stood up.
"So? His boss—you know, everyones boss—is madly in love with you. So it's not like you're ever going to have to worry about loosing your job," Tommy reached down and kissed her on the cheek. "By the way, Fel, I'm not kidding. This shit between you two is ridiculous. You know Oliver, he's never going to open up and talk about his feelings unless you confront him and make him talk to you."
Felicity watched him go with sad eyes. Him bringing Oliver up reminded her why she was in this funk to begin with. It had been almost a month since the pool incident and Tommy was right; they had been acting weird around each wasn't going to. She was going to pretend that she hadn't noticed Oliver had gotten hard because they were rubbing against each other...That his hard cock against her ass and lower back hadn't fuelled her multiple nights when she was alone in her bed with her vibrator between her legs.
But no, Oliver fucking Queen couldn't do that.
He had to go and get all moody and awkward, and it had just made things tense and that tension was obvious to everyone around them. So Felicity had decided to just avoid him. It stopped the weird conversations and her uncomfortable rambling like an idiot that she had a habit of doing.
Shit.
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