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It had been a very long and awkward car ride to Central City. Felicity and Oliver had both decided to drive down together since Diggle had decided to stay at home with Sara and Lyla. Roy was going to arrive sometime in the morning. Felicity tried not to think about the painful car ride filled awkward silences.
Gone was the easy, companionable chit chat and so was the flirtatious and light nature of the relationship.
She couldn't wait to get to her room, her own private space, to escape from this painful reality.
"Hi, my name is Oliver Queen and I've got two room reservations", Oliver says to the receptionist of the elegant but modest hotel lobby.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir, but there seems to be a discrepancy in the reservations. I'm afraid I've only got you down for one hotel room. Now normally we would be able to fix this problem however there is a major sporting event happening in two days, and all of our rooms are booked".
Felicity closes her eyes and tries to control her heart's reaction to Oliver's sudden stiff shoulders. Of course he wouldn't even want to spend the night under the same roof as her.
"Are there any hotels nearby that would have two rooms available?" Felicity asks the receptionist tentatively.
"Actually, the same situation occurred to a family about twenty minutes ago and the only hotel that had more than two rooms available happens to be 30 kilometers away. Unfortunately there is also a cosmetology seminar and a Beyoncé concert taking place this weekend. Central City seems to be a hotspot this weekend" replies the patient, somewhat apologetic receptionist.
"I'll say" mutters Oliver. "Well, Felicity…what do you think? Do you want to drive 30km to the hotel?" he tentatively asks.
"Oliver, how are we supposed to catch Albrecht Raines if we constantly have to worry about a 30 km drive each time we find a lead on him?" Felicity argues. Oliver closes his eyes for a second and then looks into her eyes deeply. In that moment she can see the pain, fear and anguish reflected in his eyes. "Oliver…it'll be okay. We're adults".
"Fine" he agrees. He turns to the awaiting receptionist and relays their decision to her. They grab the room key from the receptionist and head up to their room. They stand at the opposite sides of the elevators, each trying to control their nerves. As they open the door, both Oliver and Felicity catch sight of the queen bed occupying the majority of the room. Felicity tries not to think too hard and fails.
"I'm gonna go take a shower and then go to bed. I'm exhausted, we had a long drive and we've got an even longer day ahead of us tomorrow" she tells Oliver without looking at him. No need to make this more awkward and uncomfortable than it needs to be, she thinks to herself. She hurriedly rushes to the bathroom.
Felicity exits twenty minutes later. Oliver takes a deep breath and tries not to stare. She really is quite the vision. Her hair is wet and curly, her face is bare of makeup and she's sporting a really short pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. She looks beautiful and he fights the urge to run to her and take her in his arms.
Oliver makes his way to the bathroom to clean up and to change into his pajamas. He hadn't thought to bring a t-shirt. He obviously hadn't planned to be sharing a room with Felicity, so the state of being shirtless hadn't exactly been a problem.
When he exits, he sees that Felicity is curled up in bed using her Ipad. He makes his way to the bed, trying to ineffectively convince his speeding heart to slow down. He crawls into bed with her and notices her gulp.
"Felicity—"
"Oliver—"they begin at the same time. "Oliver, we're grownups, we've been through so much together. Can't we sleep together without overthinking it too much? Platonically of course. Cause I wasn't referring to jumping your bones…or jumping anything…" she quickly stops herself.
"Yes. Felicity. We can do this" Oliver smiles genuinely for the first time and Felicity truly believes that he means it. "Let's go to sleep then, its past midnight already and we need to be well rested for tomorrow". They call it a night and move so that there's an appropriate gap between their bodies. Felicity closes her eyes and turns away from Oliver, trying to convince herself to not reach for Oliver, which she so desperately wants to do. They fall asleep quickly due to the fatigue of being holed up in a car for hours and hours.
Felicity is the first to wake in the morning. She burrows deeper into the bed and the warmth emanating from the bed. Her mind finally processes the heavy weight over her waist, the warmth that is pressed up against her back. Their arms and legs are intertwined and Felicity could not be more comfortable. Her eyes water as she realizes that she wants this. She wants to wake up like this every morning of her life. With Oliver curled around her.
Oliver stirs behind her and she waits for the stiffness that she knows will overtake his body as soon as he becomes aware of their position. She awaits the awkwardness that she knows is about thirty seconds away. To her surprise Oliver snuggles in deeper and tightens his hold on her.
She gasps as she feels his mouth dropping light kisses on her shoulders. She feels heat pooling to her center and squirms against him. She hears a gasp come from his mouth and Oliver uses his hands to bring their lower bodies impossibly closer to one another. Her heart rate increases and their bodies continue to move against one another. His hand makes its way to her core and Felicity moans. He continues to pepper soft kisses on her shoulder.
At this moment her phone rings and she can see from where she's lying that it's Diggle who is probably calling to check in on their progress. The fog of their passion clears and reality sets in.
"Felicity…" Oliver starts.
"Don't…Just don't" her hearts breaking as she says the words. She doesn't want to her that it's a mistake, that it shouldn't have happened. She can't deal with rejection one more time. She runs into the bathroom with her phone and closes the door, leaning against it for support as she begins to cry.
"Why…Oliver….why" she faintly whispers, tears running down her cheeks.