I don't even know how this happened. I blame the Olicity fandom on Tumblr. This might just end up being a one-shot or maybe this is where I'll put all my Olicity drabbles for season 2. Anyway, enjoy me and Oliver shamelessly appreciating Felicity's backside.
Oh God, she's wearing the grey dress again. That infernal sheath of fabric that Oliver both hates and loves in equal measure.
He's always known that Felicity is a beautiful woman—even when her wardrobe mostly consisted of outfits that made her look like a librarian. Which also had a certain appeal. But it wasn't until she wore this dress shortly after he returned from the island a second time that he came to terms with one very real truth. Felicity Smoak has a terrific ass.
And that's on a normal day. But in this dress? It's undeniable. The person who designed it was either a genius or a sadist. The tight fabric that hugs every curve and leaves so, so little to the imagination—except maybe the color of the panties beneath, which Oliver's imagination has spent an alarming amount of time on. The twin orange panels on her abdomen just above her hips that practically beg to have his hands on them, pulling her back so that glorious ass of hers would be pressed against him.
He remembers the first time she wore it with striking clarity. He had briefly registered how well the dress complemented her figure as he exited the elevator, but her yelling took up most of his attention. Though he didn't understand her anger considering he'd just doubled her salary by moving her upstairs.
After tricking him with a rather clever line about not getting him coffee, she stormed out of his office. He was going to follow up her little outburst with a request to make dinner reservations for Diggle, Carly and him when he noticed it, his seated position offering him a devastating view. The way the fabric clung to the flesh beneath, the sway of her hips accentuated by the stomping, the way the zipper on the back directed his eyes straight to her ass. His mind went completely blank until she walked past Diggle and he was suddenly reminded that he was going to say something.
He'd tried to banish the thought from his mind the rest of the day, chalking up the moment to his 5-month dry spell. But by the time she stormed away again in the foundry that night, he knew: Felicity had a great ass and he liked looking at it.
Oliver really doesn't have time for this today. He's got another sparring match with Isabel Rochev this morning about Queen Consolidated's finances and he needs to be prepared. So, once he returns Felicity's good morning wave and shamelessly watches her sit down, he turns to his computer to go over his notes. At least he intends to.
As he waits for his computer to sign in, he happens to glance up toward Felicity's direction again and is struck dumb by the sight of her leaning over her desk, butt sticking out a little as she signs a clipboard held out by a delivery guy. She smiles at him, hands the pen back and picks up the box he delivered.
"Don't get used to this," she says as she carries the box into the office as Diggle holds open the door for her. "Mail is also on the list of things I won't be fetching for you, but I didn't want this in my way. What is this anyway?" she asks after she sets the box down on his desk.
"Birthday present for Thea," he says and moves it to the drawers behind his chair. "She checks all the shipments we get at the club and I didn't want her to see it." Felicity nods and turns to walk back to her desk, but Oliver stops her because he'd like a few more moments with the dress.
"Uh, Felicity?" he starts and then realizes he doesn't have anything to follow it up. "Um, where did you save the financial statements the accountants sent us?" She sighs and tilts her head, annoyed.
"In the file marked 'Financial Reports' in the shared drive, like I told you," she says, exasperated.
"Oh, right."
"Do you remember the password?" she asks condescendingly.
"No," he lies. Felicity rolls her eyes and sighs.
"Scoot," she says with a wave of her hand as she approaches his desk. He rolls his chair to the side and silently congratulates himself when she leans over his desk to locate the file and he gets the most amazing view of her ass he's probably ever gotten. He's so busy staring that when she turns to tell him the password again, she almost catches him.
"I won't forget this time," he insists, hoping she won't have time to think about why he was startled. "are you all set for the meeting?"
"Yup," she replies, "ready to take notes, as usual." She turns and walks out then, muttering something about not ordering bagels this time because nobody ever eats them anyway and Oliver thinks he's gotten away with ogling her until he notices Diggle giving him a stern look. Oliver shrugs helplessly and Diggle frowns and shakes his head at him, the threat clear. He really hopes his partner doesn't tell Felicity about it. He shudders to think about the yelling. But he doesn't feel terribly guilty. He's powerless against that dress.
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