Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow cause if I did there would be no Laurel :) sorry, that was kinda mean, but I don't care :P
Author's Notes: Here is part 1 of the sequel to Stubborn Love. This story will be from Oliver and Felicity's POV. I hope you enjoy it.
I also have no beta, so all mistakes are mine :(
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Oliver would love to say that it was the sun peeking through the windows that woke him up, but if he were honest with himself he would admit that he had never fallen asleep in the first place. He was too busy studying the gorgeous blonde lying in his arms. There were many qualities to admire about Felicity Smoak – she was smart, funny, beautiful (although she didn't seem to understand the true extent of her beauty) but the attribute that Oliver appreciated the most was her moxie. She wasn't like any of the society women he had grown up with. She wasn't afraid to help a bleeding man who suddenly appeared in the back seat of her car, she wasn't afraid to chase after a man known for detonating bombs, and she didn't mind working nearly 24/7 at Queen Consolidated and then at night at the Foundry with him and Diggle. Even when he could be a real dick to her sometimes. She was completely unselfish and forgiving, so Oliver wondered what the hell she was doing with him.
He knew he had been fascinated by Felicity from the first moment they had met, and he also knew that she had found him appealing as well, but the arrogant part of Oliver that still lived on from his previous life didn't really pay attention to the mutual attraction as he had been used to women finding him attractive his whole life. But the more he had gotten to know Felicity the more he appreciated and desired her.
The colourful outfits that she wore to the lair everyday barely disguised the soft curves that drove him crazy. She always had her hair pulled up in a pony-tail, sometimes held in place by a pen or a pencil. The temptation to pluck them out and send the mass of blonde waves tumbling down her back always had his fingers twitching.
Lying together now, he narrowed his gaze to study her profile. The early morning sunlight streamed through the windows of her apartment and she was illuminated by a bright glow. She was breathtaking really. Once Oliver had realized that he had wanted her in his bed he could barely focus on anything else. He had pursued her using all of his old playboy skills, determined that she would be his. And now that they were demonstratively together he wondered if he had ruined things between them. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Felicity deserved a hell of a lot better than him. But the scary part was that he didn't think he would be able to give her up, maybe he was being selfish, but at this point in time he didn't care. That was the last thought that ran through Oliver's head before he finally succumbed to his exhaustion and fell asleep.
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Felicity had an unerring internal clock that woke her up every day at 7am to get ready for work, even if, like today, it was Saturday and she could sleep in. So it was no surprise that this particular Saturday was no different…except when she first awoke she didn't know where she was because there was a strong, warm body curved around her and deep, even breathing against the nape of her neck. She was curled up in a pair of strong arms, her shoulder to his chest, her back to his rock hard stomach. Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to Felicity.
She had had sex with Oliver. A lot of sex.
She twisted her head to peak back at him, relieved to see that he was still sleeping. Felicity needed to get away from him for a minute. She was feeling a little overwhelmed. Everything she touched or smelled was overflowing with Oliver.
Gently she eased his arm off of her stomach and slipped out of bed. She looked around for her clothes but then remembered that they were still out in the living room next to the sofa where they had slept together. For the first time anyway.
Looking around, Felicity decided that she could probably use the bottom sheet that had been kicked to the end of the bed until she could get something out of her closet. Reaching down quietly, Felicity grabbed the piece of white linen and wrapped it around her body. As she turned to tip toe out of the room a sleep heavy voice spoke.
"What are you doing over there?"
"Not sneaking out that's for sure."
A soft smile spread across Oliver's face. "How can you sneak out of your own apartment?"
"I don't know and it's irrelevant because I wasn't sneaking out," Felicity replied while surreptitiously readjusting the sheet to make sure she was completely covered.
Unfortunately her readjusting didn't go unnoticed by Oliver. "You do realize that I have already seen everything that you're trying to cover, it's a bit like shutting the barn door after the horse has already escaped."
A bright crimson blush flooded Felicity's cheeks. "I am aware of that…but that was last night, when we were you know…"
"Having sex? We had a lot of sex last night. On the sofa. In the shower. In the hall when we couldn't make it to the bed." He continued.
"Yes," she hissed, "and that was a lot for me. I usually do my sex stuff in a bed."
"Sex stuff?" He laughed
"Oh, shut up! My point is that we're not doing, you know, that now, so I thought it would be more appropriate to not be naked."
"Felicity."
"Don't make fun of me okay, so I don't like prancing around naked, it's just another one of those little quirky things that makes me me," she finished.
"I know. I like your quirks. I like you." Oliver said.
A warming feeling spread throughout Felicity's body, which was a little bit ridiculous. The man she had spent the better part of a night having sex with just told her he liked her, but she was acting like they were in high school and he had just given her his lettermen jacket.
"Thank you." She said.
Oliver sat up a little in bed and extended a hand towards her. "Come back to bed, Felicity."
Felicity took a step towards Oliver when he spoke again, "Without the sheet, Felicity."
She hesitated for a moment; she was torn between old embarrassed Felicity and new Felicity. Old Felicity didn't stand around naked, while New Felicity had sex against a wall in the hallway of her apartment. After a minute of raging an internal battle against herself she came to a decision. She decided that new Felicity might be a lot of fun, especially if it meant more sex with Oliver. Slowly, she removed her hand and let the sheet flutter to the floor.
Oliver's gaze never looked away from the gorgeous woman standing in front of him. "I may not have said this to you last night, but your body…you're just beautiful."
"I'm not, but thanks." She replied shyly.
"Felicity, I'm looking at you right now and believe me when I say, you are wow." Oliver said sincerely.
Felicity simply smiled at the compliment and slide into bed next to Oliver. He wrapped his arms around her and they lay there for a few moments. Then, his hand drifted down to her side and he gently caressed her soft skin. Slowly he ran his hand down to cup her bum. He let his fingers slip between her legs but stopped abruptly when she hissed loudly.
He frowned. "You okay?" he asked.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, "it's just been a little while for me and last night we had a lot of sex…" she laughed nervously.
He brushed his lips against her hair. "Do you want me to kiss it better...?"
She raised her head to look back at him. "Maybe later," she smiled.
They laid together in silence for a few more moments before Oliver spoke again. "Do you regret last night?"
Instantly she felt tension flood her body, Felicity could honestly say she didn't regret anything, even if this was just a one time (or more accurately a one night) thing she would never regret knowing exactly what it felt like to be touched and kissed by Oliver Queen, even if he didn't feel the same way.
"No," she whispered.
"Good. I don't regret it either. I was kinda worried that maybe I freaked you out a little with coming on too strong and all that talk about my fantasies..." he trailed off.
Deciding that since she was now New Felicity, she should at least be honest with him considering he had told her about his favourite sexual fantasies involving her. "I have fantasies too. I mean fantasies about you. About you and me."
"Really?" He said as a huge grin broke out on his face. "Please, do tell."
She fought the urge to roll her eyes at his puppy-dog eagerness, "It usually happens when we're at the lair."
"Okay." He said neutrally.
"I know it's not the most exciting location, I mean I bet you have had sex in like a million exotic places, it would probably be sexier if I said it happened under a waterfall or in a hot air balloon or anything, but I guess cause I spend a lot of time in the hood lair that it makes the most sense. Anyway." She continued, "In my fantasy I'm working at the computer, I'm been at it all night so I stand up to stretch my back, so I'm leaning over the desk slightly and then you come in to ask me about any updates to the newest name I'm researching…and I'm still bending over, looking at the screen, and you come up behind me, pull up my skirt, spread my legs, and...you know..." she trailed off.
"Really?"
"You usually do it fast and hard."
"Really?" he asked in a heavy voice.
"Very hard. And we talk about the names of the list while you...you know."
"So we're working while we...?" he asked for clarification.
"Yes."
"Okay."
There was a long silence and she shifted a little. They were on their sides, facing each other, and pressed close enough that she could still feel the hard length of him against her thigh.
"I'm pretty sure that you owe me and by extension Starling City a huge apology," he said finally.
"What? Why?" she asked in confusion.
"Because I'm never going to be able to concentrate on training with you working at your desk in the basement without thinking about what you just told me."
She laughed. "I have other fantasies as well. There's one where I'm kneeling under your desk at Queen Consolidated..."
"No, no, I can't handle any more." He laughed.
"It's the end of the day," she continued mischievously, "and you really need to relax before you go out on your nightly Hood patrol so I mmmph..."
Oliver leaned over and silenced her with a long, deep kiss. His hands tangled in her long blonde hair and her body strained towards his. Eventually they broke apart, panting heavily.
Oliver ran his hand across her cheeks and looked directly into her eyes before speaking. "Look, I don't know exactly what this is and neither do you, but I'd like to try and figure it out."
Felicity gazed back into Oliver's eyes, "I'd like that too." She replied earnestly.
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TBC…
So I thought I would provide a little fluff before we get to the main plot of the story. Please tell me what you think. I have tried to reply to all the reviews for Stubborn Love through a PM. If I missed you, I am so sorry; I do appreciate every review I get, good, bad or ugly.