A/N; Hi! Here's a follow up to the New Orleans fic. I felt like Olicity needed to discuss the major life choice that had been made the night before, plus I love this city and any excuse to write about it's food. Oh yea, and the smut.
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Let the Good Times Roll: Part Deux
The early afternoon sun shone through the window, illuminating the bodies that were just stirring from their long night of dancing and love making.
Their skin was bare, soaking up the warmth from the midday's sun. As they lay there in sweet repose, Felicity's back against his chest, his arm under her head, he idly stroked down the valley of her chest, stopping just below her belly button. His fingers danced across her abdomen only to settle into a soft reverent caress.
Both of them knew why he was so fixated on the spot, the large step they took last night at the forefront of their consciousness. Just under his fingertips could be new life growing, safely cocooned in her womb, a little piece of him and a little piece of her joining, and creating a new soul.
A new feeling pushed at the edges of Oliver's mind, threatening to make itself known. It was a kind of love, yet the term love was entirely inadequate. It was so much more than that. Devotion, fidelity, pride, and joy were just a handful of feelings he could identify in this new mélange of emotions. He vaguely remembers the whispers of it from all those years ago when he he had gotten Sandra pregnant. And then he remembers the loss of those feelings.
Suddenly, it's the most important thing, and the need to share this part of his past with Felicity overwhelms him. His hand stops its rhythmic movements and settles over the smooth expanse of her stomach when his voice breaks through the silence.
"There's something you don't know, and up until now, it didn't seem all that relevant."
Felicity momentarily tensed, but relaxed before he even had a chance to continue, knowing that there was nothing he could say that would hurt her or them.
"Most things aren't relevant. Life is full of circumstances, moments playing off of one another that are seemingly inconsequential until suddenly they're compounded, and all it takes is one new experience to make everything else make sense, become relevant. So, what's this story you have to tell me that was made relevant by our actions last night?" Felicity asked.
Oliver shifted, tightening his hold on her, shame, sadness, and fear burrowing into his chest, taking hold.
"A long time ago, about a year before the Gambit, I got a girl pregnant."
Felicity stilled, her breath leaving her body in shock.
"You're a father?" She managed to squeak out, the last word heavy on her tongue.
"For a few weeks, before she lost it."
Felicity couldn't see him, but she could hear the loss in his voice, sadness and regret on the edges.
She turned in his arms, burrowing into the wall of his chest, tucking her head under his chin. She kissed him softly on the collar bone.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine that, losing something you never actually touched or held, but loved as if it had been present in every part of your life, if only for a moment."
"I didn't understand what I had or what I was losing at the time. My youthful ignorance barely picked up on what I had experienced and it only lasted a moment before I had forgotten it and moved on to the next girl." He confessed, guilt and shame washing over him for having been able to gloss over the whole event at the time, its significance lost to his past self.
Oliver let out a staggering breath, the weight in his chest easing off, but fear still remained. His body was taught as she lay in his arms, unresponsive to her kisses and snuggles.
Felicity pulled back and looked into his eyes, seeing the myriad of emotions flash across his face.
"It's okay. You were young, Oliver." She said, cupping his cheek.
He stared back at her with glossy eyes, fear boiling up in him, ready to bubble over the top.
He started to speak, timid and soft, a whispered fear.
"What if it happens again, only this time, it's with the love of my life. What if it's the worst thing that ever happens to us? What if I fail you by not being strong enough?"
Felicity decided honesty was the best route.
"It could happen. I might be pregnant right now. He or she could be growing in me for the next ten or twelve weeks. And then suddenly he might not be anymore." She mused, choking on the last sentence.
Olive looked down at her, not understanding her outright pessimism.
"Would you blame me? Would I be failing you?" She queried, already knowing his answer.
Oliver balked at the insinuation, the mere thought that he would ever think she had somehow failed them foreign.
"Never."
"Then do you think it's too much of a risk, a gamble? Do you want to not have a child because the thought of losing one would be too painful?" She asked honestly, never wanting to push him into something he didn't want.
Oliver's mouth hung open as he imagined all the things he had finally allowed himself to dream of, disappearing just like that. No more toddlers with her hair and his eyes. No more family Christmases and Chanukahs celebrated with their friends and children. No more target practice in the back yard or computer parts strewn across a bedroom floor.
No more happiness.
Suddenly, the only thing Oliver was afraid of was living in a future without those things.
He gripped her face between his hands, seeing the doubt in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter how painful or scary it might be, there's nothing that can keep me from wanting children and a family with you. I'm in too deep, Smoak." He said confidently, adding levity to his last words.
Felicity beamed up at him, pleased that they had gotten past this hurdle.
"Children? Who said anything about having more than one?" She teased.
"Well, I mean, the implication being that eventually…um…." Oliver stuttered out, a blush tinging his ears.
Felicity let out a belly laugh, clutching her stomach as her body shook.
Oliver huffed, closing his eyes as he realized she was trying to unsettle him.
In an instant, he was on top of her, tickling her mercilessly, their warm bodies tangling together as she writhed under him.
"Oliver, stop! Oh…God." She choked out as he buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her skin with his scruff, nipping and nibbling, tickling and arousing her at the same time.
Unfortunately for him, this was going to be over sooner than he wanted it to be.
Without warning she had them flipped, straddling him.
"Oh yea…" He started, but was promptly cut off as she lifted herself off of him, coming to stand next to the bed.
"Oh no… c'mon." He said with a pout.
Felicity stood there with her hands on her hips, defiant.
"Do you realize what time it is? Do you know how bad I have to pee? More importantly, I am starving and dehydrated. We haven't eaten since we left Mississippi."
Without waiting for a response, she whirled around and headed for the ensuite bathroom.
Oliver groaned, readjusting himself as he watched her bare bum sashay away from him.
About an hour later, the bathed and clothed pair found themselves sitting on a balcony, overlooking the busy street of Decatur.
Felicity hummed in bliss as she devoured her bowl of gumbo, occasionally dipping her French bread into the rich roux as her eyes roamed over the people milling about below them.
Instead of people watching, Oliver watched her, having already peeled and eaten his spicy boiled crawfish, now sipping on a local beer, ale actually, called Abita Wrought Iron.
His thoughts drifted to earlier and how she had assuaged his fears and doubts so effortlessly.
She was going to be an amazing mom.
Her skin glowed, despite the rain clouds starting to build overhead. His eyes trailed over her flushed skin, following the soft curve of her shoulder, the slope of her breast hidden under her clinging sundress, the stretchy material taught against her form until it flared at her hips. He could see every breathe she took, the silver chain hanging just above the neckline of her pale pink dress, gleaming as it caught the light.
His eyes narrowed as they traveled down to her waste, imagining it growing with their child.
Primal desire stirred in his gut as he pictured her holding that child, nursing him with her swollen breasts, nourishing him with her body.
Oliver was so lost in his daydream that it wasn't until he felt her hand on his, drawing him out of the haze, her words becoming more clear as his eyes come back into focus.
"Did you hear me? I want to try and make it to Café du Monde before the rain comes."
Oliver groaned internally, realizing they wouldn't be heading straight back to the hotel room like he'd hoped.
"Do you think you'll be able to make it?" She asked coyly, slipping her foot out of her sandal and gliding it up his leg to his inner thigh.
This time he groaned audibly, his hand moving like lightning to grasp her ankle, holding it in place.
"I wouldn't test me if I were you. There's a perfectly good private restroom in this fine establishment. I would hate to get banned from here." He warned darkly, no doubt willing to make good on his threat.
Felicity gulped, feeling his fingers dance up her calf.
At the first chance she got, she jerked her leg away, slipping her foot back into her flip flop.
"Let's go get some beignets."
Hand in hand, the young couple weaved in and out of the crowds of people, making their way down Decatur. Oliver delighted in the way her backside bounced with each step she took as she led the way.
Distracted, he nearly ran in to her as she paused, stopping them in front of a group of street performers in front of Jackson Square. They watched for a moment before Felicity shrugged at their parkour flips and stunts.
"I've seen better." She said cheekily before pulling him along, a green and white stripped awning with the words 'Café du Monde, Original French Market Coffee Stand,' not far in front of them.
Numerous tables rested under the outdoor patio, filled to the brim with people.
Felicity came to a stop, pausing at the line of people waiting to be seated. Then she made up her mind, already coming up with the best course of action.
"We should get it to go. I know the perfect place for us to go eat them."
"As you wish, my dear." Oliver said with a grin, Felicity's eyes rolling in response.
After they waited in line and got their orders of the poufy, confectionate sugar covered pastry and two café's au lait, Felicity led him up some concrete steps, landing on a platform looking down at the street performers below.
In the other direction though, Oliver set eyes on the great Mississippi river.
They crossed the streetcar lines and made their way to a boardwalk filled with benches overlooking the mighty body of water.
Felicity was giddy with excitement as she sat down on one of the benches, anxious to taste the delicious confection and wash it down with some much needed coffee.
She lifted one of the beignets to his mouth, but hesitated before she brought it to his lips.
"First, this will be the most delicious thing you've ever put in your mouth."
Oliver looked at her and cocked his eyebrow, his lips curling into a knowing smirk.
Felicity narrowed her eyes at him, but continued, ignoring his saucy look.
"Second, do not inhale or you'll be hacking up a lung."
Oliver locked eyes with her as he opened his mouth wide, closing his lips around the treat.
He pulled back, taking a bite with him, and started to chew.
Okay, so maybe right now, it was the most delicious thing he'd ever eaten, but all of that was forgotten as Felicity's lips crashed against the corner of his mouth, sloppily kissing him.
But then he felt her warm, wet tongue swipe across his lower lip, then moving to the other corner to do the same.
Felicity moaned, enjoying the sweet taste mixing with Oliver's.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, static zinging through the humid air.
"We better hurry up and finish before the rain gets here." Oliver cautioned, his voice thick with lust.
"Right… that's why we need to hurry." Felicity replied softly.
Both in a daze, they started eating their own beignets, watching pigeons meander across the slate walk-way.
Before they could finish, a few drops landed on the ground in front of them, the smell of rain in the air.
Felicity jumped, nearly landing in Oliver's lap when a lightning bolt cracked across the sky and a loud clap of thunder followed immediately.
Oliver knew what was coming, but before he could even make it to the trash can to throw away the remnants of their dessert, the sky opened up and the bottom fell out.
Oliver stood there and watched as Felicity tipped her head back, eyes closed, allowing the rain to wash her face, erasing any traces of confectionate sugar that he had planned on licking off.
He wasn't disappointed long before the heavy downpour drenched them both, her peals of laughter breaking through the deafening sound of the rainfall.
He followed the rivulets of water moving across her skin, down her delicate neck and over the swell of her breast, disappearing into the valley between. He all but growled when he caught sight of her darkened nipples, visible beneath the soaked fabric.
Slowly she opened her eyes, drinking him in, taking note of his wet t-shirt clinging to his well-defined arms and stomach, his hair matting and spiking in different directions.
Suddenly she wasn't laughing.
Suddenly her body was pulled flush against his, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Her hand raked up his back, pushing under the cold, wet fabric of his shirt, finding his skin warm and inviting.
His tongue dived into her mouth, tangling with hers as they tasted each other, a hint of coffee and sugar lingering.
His hand grasped at one of her breasts, squeezing it through the pink fabric, filling his hand perfectly.
Her nipple tingled and hardened, jutting out against the abrasive cloth separating her from his warm hand.
Suddenly, it was time to go.
Rain pelted on their backs as they ran through the deserted streets of the French quarter, trying to make their way back to their dry and cozy B&B.
Excitement thrummed through their veins, the sounds of thunder echoing around them, their feet splashing in the puddles of the concrete sidewalk.
And then Oliver caught sight of something that made all of his patience fly out the window.
Before Felicity knew what was happening, he was pulling her into a narrow walkway between buildings, barely wide enough for two people to walk down, side by side.
"I can't wait. Can you?" Oliver asked while bracing his arms on either side of her head, her back up against the terra cotta wall of the alley, his forehead resting on her shoulder in an attempt to control himself.
Felicity's eyes darted around, taking in their surroundings. Looking towards the entrance of the alley, she realized the rain was so heavy she couldn't see the outside world, mother-nature cloaking them from possible onlookers.
"No. I can't wait."
And then his lips were on her neck, kissing tenderly, like she was made of glass.
Her hands found his waist, venturing under the sopping wet cotton tee. She moaned in appreciation as they slid up his torso, feeling the ripples and planes of his abs and pecks. She still couldn't believe that he was all hers.
Suddenly, his lips were at her ears chastising her as his nibbled on her lobe.
"Of course I'm yours. You say that like you're not worthy, when I'm the one that will be spending the rest of my life hoping to be enough for you."
Felicity's breath caught. The weight of his words heavy on her conscious.
He went back to her neck, lavishing it with his tongue, getting drunk off of rain and her sweat.
Before long she was clawing at his jeans, desperate to reach his warm member.
He bent his knees before she could finish, following a rain drop down her neck, across her clavicle, and to the top of her left breast, all the while freeing himself from the confines of his pants and boxers.
His mouth closed around the pert nipple through her dress, and Felicity whimpered, wishing for more contact.
A finger cautiously hooked on the top hem of her dress, his eyes meeting hers as he slowly pulled, releasing more and more of her succulent, creamy flesh.
She made no move to stop him, and within moments both of her hardened nipples were bare, cold rain water touching them for the first time, sending tingles through her body.
Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating her body, making her look like a goddess.
Oliver's eyes glazed over in hunger and need, her beauty compelling him like a trance.
Suddenly, his lips were on her engorged nipple, supplying her with the direct contact she needed.
His mouth opened wide, pulling in as much of her as he could, his tongue swirling around as he sucked.
The reality of the moment hit her, and Felicity's mind went wild with the knowledge that she was bare in public, and Oliver was practically kneeling, feasting on her breast as they continued to be drenched by the storm.
Her hips thrust outward, desperately searching for friction where there was none, her core beginning to ache with need, her walls clinching.
And then he was on his knees, lifting the skirt of her dress, tugging her underwear down, his tongue plunging into her slick folds without warning, swiping from her center to the apex of her opening, just above her clit.
He was delicate with his movements, slow and thoughtful as he took his time maneuvering through the velvet skin blocking him from her bundle of nerves.
Wet heat gushed from her center as all she could feel was his mouth on that one point, starting to suck and massage at her nub.
Felicity caught the light of headlights passing by the alley entrance, reflecting off of the puddles of water, making her adrenaline soar.
Just like last night, Oliver gripped his cock, pumping his fist up and down while he felt her go wild above him, her hips bucking against his face, his own passion growing with every second.
Fire burned through her as she looked down at this man, this amazing man, on his knees, in the pouring rain, latched onto her sex for dear life.
He took a break from pleasing himself, long enough to lift her legs around his shoulders, opening her further to his tongue.
He delved in to her center, his strong tongue making long strokes in and out of her, lapping up her juices.
Felicity's walls spasmed, her body on the brink of an orgasm.
His thumb came up to massage her clit in time with his thrusts, making her come on a yell, covered by the clap of thunder.
He drunk as much of as he could as she came down from her high, and when he got his fill, he slowly lowered her legs back to the ground.
He kissed her thighs and her stomach as he slowly pulled himself up, his mouth never stopping as he found a breast once again.
As he stood straight and moved on to her neck and jaw, she felt the large round tip of his member brush against her center, making aftershocks of her orgasm wash through her.
He found her mouth and her tongue instantly pushed past his lips, seeking out her taste on his.
Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground, Oliver's arms pulling her legs around his waist, his hot, thick cock sinking into her in one fell swoop.
They both pulled apart, licking their lips as they stared at one another.
Oliver breathed deeply, one long breath after another as he took in the ethereal beauty in front of him. Hair stuck to her skin, a few strands resting on her flushed cheeks, her tongue licking her red plump lips as she too heaved, taking a minute to soak in the moment.
Without words he started to move in her, sliding between her swollen walls, their eyes never leaving the others'.
He set a steady rhythm, thrusting in to her as far as he could, slowly stoking both of their growing fires.
Her ankles crossed above his ass, and she could feel his muscles clinch every time he jerked in to her, making her bare breast bounce in the rain.
The rain was cool against their fevered skin, but Oliver could tell it was starting to let up, and soon they would be visible to the outside world once again.
He hurried his movements, his hand coming up to grasp the back of her neck, his other linking with her fingers and pulling her arm above her head, holding it in place as he built traction.
He brought his face closer to hers, leaving an inch between them, close enough to feel her warm breath on his lips, but not so close he couldn't look into her eyes and watch as they widened in pleasure.
He pounded into her relentlessly, Felicity's free hand coming to his shoulder, her nails digging in as the pressure built in her core.
He closed the distance between them, his forehead resting against hers, his hard chest meeting her soft breasts and hard nipples, their skin slippery, sliding against each other with ease.
Felicity sought out his lips, passion and love rushing through her, tears mixing with the rain, soft pleas escaping her mouth between desperate kisses.
"Please, come inside me. Please, give it all to me."
Oliver's heart pounded and his chest burned as he started to lose rhythm and restraint, his movements becoming erratic.
She pulled her legs up higher on his waist, allowing him to reach deeper, to touch more of her.
Whimpers and moans fell from her lips between the clash of their mouths, her walls tightening around him every time he hit that spot deep within her.
"Oh, oh…Felicity, I'm gonna come. " Oliver said, his words going straight to her center, sending her careening into her second orgasm.
He felt her flutter around him, heard the long, deep moan travel pas her lips from deep within.
Suddenly, he was coming too, hot spurts of his seed shooting into her, filling her up just like she asked, her walls milking him as she continued to spasm around him.
His movements slowed and they kissed long and deep, each of them moaning into it as they drew out their pleasure, the frenzied passion from earlier settling into a well of content.
He pulled out of her, guiding her weak legs to the ground, righting his pants just as the rain started to teeter off to a light drizzle.
Felicity hurriedly pulled her top up and let her dress fall, while shimming the rest of the way out of her panties.
She kicked them to the side, and Oliver immediately stooped down to pick them up, burying them in his back pocket.
He pinned her to the wall one more time, his arm above her head as he leaned down to kiss her lovingly.
Suddenly, she pushing him back, fisting the tail of his shirt in her hand and pulling him towards the open streets of the French Quarter.
"God, I can't wait to take a hot shower."