"Within The Sun"
One hour later, after fulfilling his party boy quota for the night, Oliver tiredly made his way around the fringes of the club. He only stopped himself from looking in the direction of the mysterious blonde's table a few times too many from the DJ booth.
Someone shouting, "Welcome home Queen!" over the pounding music, distracted him enough that he found himself slammed into by a warm, soft armful of woman.
His arms instinctively reached out in defense mode, as well as to steady the teetering female. In a split second his mind registered she wasn't a threat and her gentle scent of honeysuckle.
He looked down at a familiar head full of lustrous blonde curls. Please don't let it be her he internally groaned to himself. Please don't do this to me.
Of course it would be her, because that's how his life worked. Fate bore a personal vested interest in how he lived his.
She was even more breathtaking up close and personal he thought as his eyes hungrily drank in all of her curves and soft lines.
She took a second or two longer than him to get her bearings and once she did, surprised and obviously a little intoxicated, crystal blue eyes met his. They quickly turned dark with interest and appreciation.
"Wow, hello beautiful." She said as she took in his intensely masculine perfection. Oliver silently chuckled at her choice of words.
"Beautiful?" He asked as his lips slowly curved into a lopsided, sexy as hell grin.
As her hands nervously squeezed the arms that still held her steady, she whispered, "Oh no, did I say that out loud?"
He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Yes." His breath stroking along the delicate line of her face as he moved away.
As he drew back, he watched a light blush start high on her cheeks and make its way down the very, feminine line of her chest that peeked out from under her snug, red halter top dress.
"God, you smell good too." She sighed before abruptly slapping her hand over her mouth. Her eyes wide in shock of how her mouth was running away without her brain.
"Before you ask, yes, you did say that out loud." Oliver said before he started to laugh. A full, deep laugh, that not only surprised Felicity by how much she enjoyed making him do it, but surprised Oliver for his genuine joy in the moment. Everything about her was sunshine.
They both stood staring at each other, arms still held in a crazy, wild dance club, smiling silly like two old friends.
They probably could have gone on doing so all night, but Oliver was the one to break the spell. What the hell was he doing? She wasn't a person to play with or lead on. He couldn't deal with this complication. And boy was she a complication.
"I'm sorry." He said as his fingers slowly traveled down the length of her arms, releasing his hold on her.
Felicity suddenly shivered, not just from the loss of his body heat, but from what she felt was his emotional withdrawal. Wow, why did that hurt and why did it feel like he was apologizing for more than just bumping into her?
Who was this man?
"No, it was totally my fault. I can be so clumsy." Felicity said as she bit down on her lower lip, trying not to spew any more awkward words to make him any more uncomfortable.
His eyes flickered down to watch her mouth. The urge to nibble and suck open the lush, pink lips she was worrying on washed over him. He wanted to see if she tasted like the champagne he sent her earlier in the night.
His fingers rubbed against each other as he fought against his needs. He took a deep breath before raising his heartbreakingly, sad eyes to meet hers and said, "Good night."
"Stay." Felicity whispered to his back as she watched him walk away from her and into the shadows.
