Hello guys! So, I'm taking a little break from my long and nerve racking fanfiction, "The One who broke her heart" to write this little one-shot. In this story, Tommy is alive (because, God, everybody misses Tommy) and he doesn't know that Oliver is in a relationship with Felicity…
I hope you will like it. Let me know what you think.
And please, be aware that English is not my first Language. I'm sorry for my mistakes!
"No you can't!" teased Tommy, who was behind the bar, giving a beer to Oliver and taking another one for him.
"Tommy, I'm not the same man anymore, so I can totally spend a week without sleeping with a girl", assured Oliver, happy to share a carefree moment with his best friend, like in the old days.
Since he was back from the Island, Oliver didn't have much time to enjoy life. He was broken, inside, didn't sleep well, and was definitely busy with his night activities.
In all of this darkness, he just found one light: Felicity.
The day he decided to kiss her, tired of hiding his feelings, was the best decision he ever made. But, scared of what could happened to her, and also a little bit selfish because he wanted to keep her all for him, he decided that it was better for both of them to remain discreet. So, except Diggle, of course, and Thea, who harassed her brother until he told her who the mysterious girl who made him smile again was, nobody knew that he was not single anymore.
"Dude, I can see how much you changed since you're back, but one thing never changes, and you know it" continued Tommy, while staring at his friend with an innocent smile.
"What?" asked Oliver, pretty sure that he already knew the answer.
"Your inability to resist a woman who flirts with you", answered Tommy. The young man was definitely not ready to let his friend escape this conversation.
"Tommy, stop, I can resist okay? Can we talk about something else, something more serious, like how you screwed up with Laurel last night?" Oliver said, annoyed but with a sincere smile.
"I already fixed that" told Tommy. "So what about a bet?" he asked, then.
"A bet about what, Tommy?"
"I bet you can't stay a week without having sex with a woman. But if you do, then, I won't annoy you about that, ever" he said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder before letting him answer.
Oliver thought that it would not be difficult to win this bet, now that he was with Felicity and had no attention of cheating on her. But it was without counting on Tommy's determination.
The Monday morning, Oliver found in his office a woman, sat on his chair. She was wearing a black coat, and opened it when she saw the man in front of her. Seeing that he was not moving, despite her very – very – sexy underwear, and her very – very – high heels, she stood up, and approached him.
But before she could put a hand on his face, he stopped her.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing here?" he asked, thinking that if he was that young spoiled billionaire he used to be, he would have just jump on her.
"Well, my name is Laura, and I'm here to please you…" she said, teasing him with her eyes.
Oliver gently put his hands and her shoulders, starting to button her coat to cover her very – very – naked skin. "Thanks Laura, for coming, but now, can you just get out of my office. I have a lot of works and no time for distraction", he said, leading her politely to his door.
But a thought made his blood rush. What if Felicity was already behind her desk? She trusted him but how was he supposed to explain that a girl from nowhere came in his office almost naked. Fortunately, she wasn't there, but Oliver couldn't help but feel guilty, even if he had done nothing.
The Tuesday night, he was at Verdant when a tall women, maybe a model, asked him to dance with her. He declined politely, but instead of leaving him, she sat on the stool next to him, ordering champagne for both of them.
"So, Mister Queen" she started. "Why is a sexy man like you alone? Sexy AND the owner of that club, you shouldn't be alone", she continued, with what seemed to be a Spanish accent.
She was beautiful, with big green eyes and long black hair. But she was not Felicity, so Oliver couldn't care less about her. Not aware of his annoyance, she started to touch his arms.
"Wow, you definitely take care of your body, I love that", she said, getting closer.
"And look at this torso, your hugs must be passionate" she continued.
But when she managed to sit on his lap, he stood up, removing her hands. "They are, but I keep them for a very few people" he said, leaving her alone with her two glasses of champagne.
The day after, Oliver was on his way to QC, when he heard behind him a female voice.
"Oliver!" she screamed. He turned his head to see who she was and saw a girl with blond curly hair. He knew her, but he was unable to put a name on her.
"Oliver Queen? I was sure it was you", she said. She quickly understood that he didn't remember her, but she took no offence.
"I'm Natalie, we spent a few moments together before your… disappearance", she reminded him.
Yes of course, Natalie, the woman who slept with him and after only two nights, asked him to buy her dresses and shoes.
A gold digger, definitely. Oliver looked at her and could see that she hadn't changed. She was still a very pretty woman, but she was also very tasteless.
"It was nice to see you again", he said, ready to leave. But when he started to walk, he felt her harm on his shoulder. "Wait", she whispered. "Now that you are back from the dead, maybe you would like to have a little bit of fun, you know, to remind you your life before…"
"But you know what, Natalie, I don't want to go back to my life, before. My life before was a mess, and I was a jerk who slept with every women I found, even if they were uninteresting" Oliver retorted, visibly annoyed.
They were in the kitchen of the Queen's mansion, making sandwich before they left for an important meeting with investors.
"It's not fair-play" accused Oliver.
"Oh come on, I just wanted to complicate the game" Tommy said with an unapologetic smile.
"Okay, first, this is not a game. I told you I can resist, and I think that I proved it to you these last three days. And, by the way, I never agreed to this stupid bet or whatever you're calling it"
"Fine. No more hookers, or models, or ex-one-night-girlfriend. But that bet is not over, just so you know" he answered, before turning his gaze to Thea, who just entered the kitchen.
"What bet?" she asked while sitting on a chair and opening a bottle of water.
"Nothing", Oliver quickly answered.
"I bet with your brother that he could not spent a week without having sex with a woman"
"Ew" was Thea's first reaction. But then, she wanted to know more, maybe to be sure that he didn't cheat on Felicity, who was now a good friend.
But she didn't have to ask the question, Oliver gave her a reassuring look, telling her that of course, he would not hurt Felicity.
It was the just the two of them. Diggle had already left the foundry but Oliver was still training on the Salmon ladder, aware that Felicity was staring at him for minutes, now.
"What?" he gently asked, taking a towel to wipe his face.
"Nothing" she said, hiding what was definitely a smile.
"Then, why are you staring, and smiling in the same time?"
"Thea told me about something…" she said, leaving her chair and approaching him. "She told me about a bet…" she explained, seeing Oliver's lost face while he was sitting on the couch.
Oh no, thought Oliver, not ready to argue with Felicity.
But if she knew about the bet, why was she smiling? She was supposed to be mad at him.
But she wasn't, and instead, was now very close to him. "So, you really think you can resist any woman?" she whispered in his ear.
"I can, I swear I can", Oliver said, as if he needed to reassure Felicity. But the blonde woman in front of him definitely didn't need to be reassured, tonight.
"So, you can resist if I do that?" she asked, unbuttoning her shirt.
"I can"
"Fine, so you don't mind if sit on your lap" she teased again.
"Nope" answered Oliver, with his uncertain voice. His muscles tensed when he felt Felicity's fingers on his torso.
"Then, it's okay for you if I caress your scars, one by one" she asked, very well aware that her boyfriend was very close to lose control.
The first time they slept together, she asked him if she could touch his scars. He nodded but didn't know how much he would appreciate the sensation of her touches on his damaged skin.
Oliver was breathless. What she was doing was damn to good. The image of her, only wearing her bra and her skirt, sat on his lap, her legs on each sides of his body, his earlobe in her beautiful lips. Her hands caressing his chest and his shoulder. Each movements of her amazing body. The smell of her hair and of her skin…
And her whispers… "Oliver, you can't resist", "Oliver, don't fight, you are going to lose", "Oliver, does it feel good"
Of course it felt good. Oliver didn't want to wait anymore. He put his hands around her waist, to make her come closer, if it could be possible.
Her torso was touching his and she started kissing him on the neck. Oliver's heart was beating faster and faster. In that moment, nothing else matter.
The Island, the Arrow, the danger of their lives. It was only her that mattered. His beautiful and smart IT girl. The only one who could make him smile despite is darkness. The only one who saw a hero in him and the only one who trusted him whatever he decided.
He took her face in his hands, touching her hair while kissing her passionately. She moaned and that sound increased his desire. One kiss, two kisses, three kisses… He couldn't stop, leaving her breathless.
"You lost your bet", she said, not leaving his gaze when she finally found a moment to breath.
"I said I could resist to any women. Not to the woman I'm in love with".