I OWN NOTHING! except a burning desire for smoaking billionaires. so that's why there's this. I always anticipate writing smut and then I get nervous and don't.
Felicity knew Tommy and Oliver were close. Hell, she knew that they were practically joined at the hip, and that they had definitely shared a girl or two over the years. But it was still a surprise to walk into the hotel room to see them sprawled on the bed, shirtless and kissing, with their arms and legs tangled together. The second she fully processed the fact that the two boys who hadn't stopped flirting with her since she had met them were, in fact, an item, she turned around and started to slide back out the door, forgetting entirely about the sunglasses she had come back to grab.
Before she made it out, however, a low "Hey Felicity," came from the bed.
"Shit." she muttered to herself, turning back around and repeatedly counting back from three in her head. The boys were sitting up, legs dangling off the side of the bed, both looking delectably kiss-rumpled.
"Um, hi. I just came back to get my sunglasses. I saw the 'occupied' sign on the door and i figured you were sleeping so I thought I'd just be quiet but you weren't sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you so..." she trailed off, gesturing towards the door and congratulating herself on her relative coherency.
"Well," said Tommy, reaching over to the bedside table, "You're here, so you might as well take them." he finished, holding the glasses out to her.
"Thanks," she replied, stepping forwards to take them from his hands., Their eyes 'locked, their fingers brushed. and the hairs o;n the back of Felicity's neck stood up. It took her a moment to process that Oliver had stood up, effectively caging her between him, Tommy, and the nightstand.
"Or," Oliver said in her ear,"you could stay here for a while longer,"
Felicity dropped the glasses.