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It's the most amazing, humbling experience in the world; performing in front of thousands of people. Standing on that stage, lights beating down and a mic in her hands… It makes her feel alive.
Felicity swipes the chubby stick across her bottom lip before smacking and rubbing both lips together, pouting at her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with her makeup, she caps the lipstick and throws it in her overflowing makeup bag. She straightens her back and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath like she does before every performance, the sound of her name being chanted reaching her ears. Felicity opens her eyes just in time for one of the backstage assistants to give her a five-minute warning. She nods, sending the young man a small smile that causes him to blush and scurry away from her. Rising to her feet, she takes in her appearance once more before walking towards the entrance to the stage, watching as her trusted drummer Nyssa and Roy, her guitarist, get ready in the faint lighting on the stage.
"Hey," her manager grabs her attention.
"Tommy," she greets, "What's up?"
The taller man glances up at her from his cell phone, "Just wanted to say good luck. The car will bring you back to your hotel after you sign a few autographs."
She groans, rolling her eyes, "You know I hate signing after a show. It's exhausting enough as it is."
"I know, I know. Poor little rock star," he teases. Felicity narrows her eyes making him chuckle, "Seriously though, it'll only be for a few minutes. Please?"
"Fine," she gives in and spins on her heels to head towards the stage, turning back one last time and raising a finger to him, "But only for a few minutes." She heads towards where her mic stands at center stage and the crowd's cheers slowly start to get louder when they see her figure in the shadows.
She wraps her hand around the mic as someone from back stage announces her presence. "Ladies and gentlemen of Starling City, California! Please welcome… City in Smoke!" The crowd cheers wildly, the lights coming on and shining right on her. Felicity smiles, tapping her foot along as Nyssa starts the intro to the song that they're most known for, Hold Me Down.
My demons are begging me to open up my mouth
I need them, mechanically make the words come out
They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce
Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about
Thea is practically bouncing in her heels as she and Oliver get lead backstage thanks to the passes hanging around their necks. "This is amazing. I can't believe Tommy got us backstage passes! Do you know what that means, Ollie? It means we're gonna meet Felicity! Seriously, Tommy is the best friend ever."
"Hey," Oliver objects, "I'm the one who is best friends with him so without me, you wouldn't even be here."
"Oh, whatever. Point is, we're going to meet Felicity Smoak! C'mon, Ollie. I know that you like their music. You didn't have to come tonight and I've seen your shuffle," she teases. He shoots her a glare, hands stuffed in his pockets as Thea searches the sea of assistants for Tommy. Even though he would never admit it, his baby sister is right. He does like their music, her music. Knowing that she writes all her own songs just adds to the fact that she is the most intriguing person he's ever come across. Not only is she creative and talented, but she is so unbelievably beautiful, no matter what color she has her hair dyed this month. Little information is actually known about her past, just that she is an only child and both of her parents passed away when she was younger. He knows from watching interviews that she is funny, quick with a sassy and witty comment whenever she gets a chance. People can't always see past the industrial piercing and the pink hair, only able to see her for her reputation of being a wild party girl. But he knows that she's kind, stepping up as a sponsor for multiple charities ranging from animal rights to gender equality.
He's pulled from his thoughts by Thea's squeal of excitement, watching as she runs to Tommy and wrenches him into a big hug. "Hey, you guys are just in time," he smiles when she pulls away, nodding to Oliver in hello. Oliver is about to open his mouth to respond when everyone in the audience starts screaming at the top of their lungs. Thea smiles and moves around them so she can see the stage better, the spotlight turning on and the drummer starting to play before the sound of her perfect voice fills the concert arena.
"You guys have been amazing! I love you all and goodnight everybody!" Felicity calls out after they finish the encore performance, following her bandmates off the stage. "Great job guys," she nods at them as she heads towards where she sees Tommy standing, his back to her. "So was my show good enough that I can skip the autographs?" she asks, sarcasm and just a little bit of hope dripping through her words.
Tommy turns around with a smile, revealing a young girl who is probably still in high school, light brown hair cut just above her shoulders and a huge grin on her face. "Felicity, perfect timing. This is Thea Queen, a family friend who just so happens to be your biggest fan. Thea, this is Felicity Smoak, lead singer and front woman of City in Smoke, hence the band's name."
Felicity nods her head in greeting, "Hey."
"Oh my god," Thea mumbles to herself before trying to regain her composure. "Hey, hi. Wow, it is so nice to meet you. Your music is amazing."
Tommy's phone rings and he excuses himself, walking away from the two of them. Felicity crosses her arms, eyeing up the girl in front of her with a growing smile. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," she supplies easily before elaborating, not wanting to come off as just a kid. "But I'm almost eighteen."
She nods her head slowly, "You wanna come to a party tonight?"
"Ugh," she groans. "I would, but I came here with my brother. He and Tommy are best friends."
Making a decision, Felicity opens her palm and holds it out in front of her, "Gimme your phone." Not needing to be asked twice, Thea pulls her phone out of her back pocket and hands it over, nearly passing out when Felicity puts in her number, and then texts herself so she'll have Thea's. After a few seconds, she hands the phone back, "Maybe some other time. I'll let you know."
"Wow, okay. I mean, yeah. That's awesome," Thea responds before Tommy rejoins them, Oliver in tow.
Tommy glances up from checking his email, "Ollie, Felicity Smoak. Felicity, Oliver Queen."
Felicity peers over her shoulder, long hair falling down her back. A smirk makes its way onto her face at the man behind her, "Hi."
The sight in front of him nearly takes his breath away; nope, it definitely takes his breath away. Everything about her is beautiful, from the clear blue of her eyes to the pink curls framing her face, only accentuated by the deep pink of her lips. "Hi."
She faces him more fully and opens her mouth to speak when instead, Tommy's voice cuts through the silence, "Felicity, the car's waiting. You should get going now before the crowd gets too crazy."
Felicity nods as he goes back to looking at his phone, "Okay. It was cool meeting you guys. I'll text you if I'm ever back in Starling."
"Awesome," Thea nods, a huge smile on her face.
Tommy bids goodbye to his friends before wrapping his hand around Felicity's forearm, dragging her along with him. Oliver watches after her as she gazes at him over her shoulder with a small smile before falling into step with her manager.
After taking Thea to the mansion, Oliver didn't feel like going home just yet, which is why he sits in the bar of the nearest hotel nursing a scotch on the rocks. He's almost sad to admit that going to see City in Smoke and meeting Felicity in person has been the highlight of his year. Although, that wasn't a difficult task to complete given the year he's had. But when he met her, when he locked eyes with her and saw her smile, he felt something he hasn't felt in a long time. He lifts a hand, telling the bartender that he needs another drink when someone sits in the seat next to him. He sighs, tilting his head to turn down the next woman trying to hit on him when he pauses, realizing who the woman is by the color of her hair.
"Hi," Felicity starts with a smile, "Oliver, right? Tommy's friend."
Still slightly shocked that she's sitting next to him, Oliver clears his throat, "Uh, yeah. We grew up together."
Felicity nods as they fall into silence before tilting her head and raising an eyebrow at him. "Well, are you gonna buy me a drink or not?"
Oliver stares at her for a few seconds before cracking a smile, raising a hand and signaling the bartender to bring them two more drinks. "Great show tonight."
She takes a healthy sip of her drink before setting it down. "Yeah? You a fan or just your sister?"
He huffs a laugh, bringing his glass to his lips, "You could say that."
Pushing her empty tumbler forward, she signals for another before shifting more in her seat. "So what is a guy like you doing sitting all alone at a bar?" she asks with a flirty smile.
"Just wasn't ready to go home to an empty apartment yet," he sets down his glass.
"I know the feeling," she admits, eyes fixed on her bright nail polish picking at an invisible spot on the bar top.
Oliver can sense the sadness in her tone and resists the urge to ask her why. "How long are you in town for? Tommy said something about Seattle?"
Hearing his words, she looks back up at him with a smile. "Yeah, it's next on the tour. Tonight's my last night in Starling City."
He feels her hand on his leg, noticing how much darker her eyes are than before. He swallows, "That's a shame."
Felicity bites her bottom lip and stands, leaning a little closer towards him. "It doesn't have to be," she almost whispers before pulling away and taking a few steps backwards, winking and turning around.
He watches her, eyes focusing on the sway of her hips, contemplating her invitation. When she disappears from his sight around the corner, he stands and pulls out his wallet, slapping down a hundred and walking after her. Rounding the same corner and realizing it leads to the elevators, Oliver jogs over to the only one that's starting to close, stopping one of the doors with his arm. Felicity looks up from her phone at the beep the elevator makes, a knowing smile growing on her face as he steps into the elevator. Watching the doors close, he takes a step back to stand next to her. "What floor?" he asks without looking at her.
She turns to glance at his profile, trying to suppress the smile on her face. "Twenty. The penthouse suite." She grabs her key card from her clutch and hands it over, knowing that he'll need to swipe it to gain access given that the elevator opens right into the suite. He does just that, silently handing it back to her before they both stare straight ahead for the entire ride. Even though she doesn't want to even try to contain herself right now, she knows that there are cameras in here and that the paparazzi would do anything to get more shots of their favorite 'wild child'.
After what feels like an eternity, the elevator stops, dinging before the doors slide open. He sticks an arm out, motioning for her to go first which she does, setting down her clutch on the side table and stepping out of her heels. Oliver follows her inside, eyes darkening as she unzips the front of her dress as she walks, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. Felicity's hair flows down her naked back and she turns back around to face him in just her panties, a wicked glint in her eyes.
Eyes darkening further at the sight of her almost-naked body, he is unable to control himself anymore and closes the distance between them in three long steps. Both of his hands bracket the sides of her face as he connects their lips in a fiery kiss, every bit as amazing as he expected it to be. She licks her tongue along the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth to her, deepening the kiss even more. Oliver slides his hands down her body to her hips before rounding to grip her ass, lifting her feet off the ground and traveling until her back hits a wall.
Felicity gasps against his mouth, fingers running through his short hair as she arches her back against him. Lips moving from her mouth to her jaw, he peppers her with kisses, moving to suck on a particularly sensitive spot at the junction of her shoulder and neck, making her moan. Taking the opportunity, she reaches down to the hem of his shirt before tugging it over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor and bringing her fingers back up to card through his hair. Her hips surge forward of their own accord when he moves a hand down her body, stopping briefly to brush over one her nipples before continuing to the apex of her thighs.
He tugs her panties to the side, her wetness immediately coating his fingers and he doesn't think twice before plunging two fingers deep inside her. Felicity gasps at the sudden intrusion, quickly turning into a moan as he brings up his thumb to rub quick circles over her clit. The addition of a third finger pushing inside her plunges her over the edge unexpectedly, making her cry out as she spasms in his strong arms still supporting her against the wall. The feeling of his lips, the scrape of his stubble against her neck, brings her back to herself as she comes down from her high. Threading one hand's fingers through his hair and tightening, she tugs his head away so she can see his face.
"Bedroom," she commands. Oliver smirks at the breathiness of her voice and pulls his hand out of her panties to band his arm around her waist, the other hand tangling into her long curls. He raises a brow in a silent question and she swallows, chest still heaving. "To your right and through the living room. Big french doors, you can't miss 'em."
Oliver huffs a laugh, kicking off his socks and shoes when he makes it through the doors to the bedroom. He heads towards the king-sized canopy bed, laying her down and straightening to stand between her dangling legs. Felicity rests back on her elbows, staring at him under dark, hooded lids. Reaching forward, his eyes never leave hers as he grabs the hem of her panties, dragging them down her toned legs and leaving her fully exposed to him. After tossing her panties somewhere over his shoulder, his hands move to his own waist, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She watches as he pushes his dark jeans down his legs, dragging his boxer briefs down with them, his almost painfully hard cock springing free. She sits up and grabs the back of his head, yanking his mouth down to connect with hers once more. Banding an arm low around her waist, Oliver lifts her off the mattress so he can crawl towards the headboard, situating them on the bed.
Detaching their lips, he travels down her jaw to her neck, licking over the slightly bruised area making Felicity hiss, which quickly turns into a moan when he wraps his lips around one her nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, one hand flying to give her other breast some attention before switching. Gripping the short ends of his hair, she pulls his mouth back to hers before flipping them so that she's on top. She sits up, reaching across to the drawer of the nightstand and pulling out a condom, ripping the package open with her teeth before rolling it down his throbbing length. She wraps a delicate hand around the base, moving slowly to the tip and back causing Oliver to lean his head back, his eyes falling shut.
Felicity tightens her grip, his hands moving up her legs and to her hips as she lifts herself up before sinking down, his impressive length stretching her in the best way possible. Her eyes fall shut as she just sits there for a few seconds, opening her eyes again at the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles on the skin of her hips. At the look on his face, she smirks, circling her hips a few times, making him groan and lift a hand to tangle in her curls, pressing her mouth against his. She moans against his lips as she starts to move, increasing her pace as he meets her thrust for thrust. Their foreheads lean against each other, eyes closed and lips almost touching as they both breathe heavily.
She arches her back, creating a different angle and allowing Oliver to go even deeper inside her while her swollen clit rubs against him. He moves his hands, running them all over the creamy, soft skin of her back. That sensation along with the additional friction makes the familiar feeling start low in her stomach, building higher and higher with every thrust until it explodes. She cries out into the space between his neck and shoulder, her back arching and her movements becoming less and less coordinated. It doesn't take long for him to follow, groaning her name into where his face is buried in her hair.
Still lying on top of him, Felicity tries to catch her breath and once she has, she rolls onto the bed beside him, whimpering slightly when he is forced to pull out of her. They lay in silence for a few moments, the only noise being their intakes of breath as they stare at the ceiling. Sitting up, Oliver shuffles out of bed and towards the connected bathroom. A breeze from the door closing makes Felicity shiver and she maneuvers herself under the covers, her eyes slowly drifting shut. Oliver disposes of the condom and cleans himself up before opening the door and heading back into the bedroom, smiling softly at the sight in front of him. If he thought she was beautiful just when he was a fan of her music, boy is she breathtaking now. Heading towards the bed, he flicks off the lights before crawling under the covers. Felicity shifts, moving closer to him until her head is on his shoulder and her arm is loosely draped across his stomach. Wrapping an arm around her, he buries his face in her hair, eyes falling shut to the smell of her lavender shampoo.
The next morning, Felicity stirs with an unfamiliar feeling around her waist. It takes her a few seconds to really wake up and notice her surroundings, recognizing her hotel room. Realizing the weird feeling is someone's arm, the events from last night come rushing back to her. She slept with Oliver, Tommy's friend. And not only did she have sex with him, but she fell asleep with him, something that she never allows to happen. Slowly, she peers back over her shoulder to see his face, still relaxed from sleep, and gently lifts his arm from where it is draped around her. Managing to lift his arm without waking him, Felicity slides out of the bed and stands. She walks out into the living room and towards the entryway where she left her purse, still naked as the day she was born. She pulls her phone out of her clutch and checks her messages, several of them being from Tommy. She listens as he tells her to have her bags packed by the elevator to be picked up at 8:00 am, and to ride down where her bodyguard will meet her to escort her to the car at 8:30. Checking the time, she realizes that it is only five-minutes-to-eight, but she doesn't worry: she never unpacks her bags. All she has to do is take out something to wear today and throw her dirty things into one of them, which she does, leaving them by the doors as instructed.
Oliver is still asleep when she exits the bathroom having showered and quickly gotten ready. She walks through the room as silently as she can in an effort not to wake him: things would be better if last night stays what it was: a one-time deal. Grabbing her bag, she pushes the button and waits, stepping inside when the elevator doors open. Releasing a deep breath, Felicity observes her suite, particularly the view, and realizes that she might actually miss Starling City when she leaves it.