Ordinary Is Never Perfect

3. Stupid Belt Buckle

Prompt: Bra or Belt being impossible to unfasten with one hand in the dark. Having to get the other person to do it.

Synopsis: 10 times Oliver and Felicity try to have sex, but utterly fail.

Rating: M

Pairing: Oliver & Felicity

Characters: Oliver & Felicity

Season/Episode: Future Fic

Category: Smut

Disclaimer: (the usual, don't own, idea was mine though)

AN: Fic dump. Completing all these and then I'm done with this fucking fandom. Hope you haters are happy. Go fuck yourselves.


It's three in the morning. The door to her apartment opens in a rush, flying in a woosh until it hits the wall with a loud thud that would probably wake the neighbors, but they don't care. Hands are everywhere, tugging at suit jackets and hair pins, laying a trail of clothing on the floor from the front door to her bedroom.

Oliver kicks it shut as an afterthought. He's too busy fiddling with the zipper of her dress, yanking it down to expose the bare flesh of her back to his eager hands. His fingers trail down her spine causing her to shiver in anticipation.

Felicity's hands are prying open the buttons of his dress shirt, but she quickly becomes impatient when her dress is pulled from her body leaving her in only a black lace thong. When his fingers sink into the soft, round flesh of her ass, she groans. There isn't much thought given to his shirt as she grabs the soft fabric and pulls it open the rest of the way, pearl buttons flying in all directions.

The soft grown that escapes Oliver's throat sends her into a tizzy. She feels light headed and giddy while his mouth sucks a line down her throat until he reaches her collarbone. His fingers continue to knead her ass, slipping beneath the frilly lace of her thong before tugging it down so it sits at the tops of her thighs.

"Oh, god!" Felicity moans when he begins to stroke his thumb between her legs. It's been over two weeks since they'd had sex, and she's desperate to feel him right now.

Oliver isn't fairing any better. The second he touches her slit and feels the moisture that's gathered there against his fingers, his teeth sink into her skin. She's so wet and so needy. He can't help himself when he pushes her onto the bed and nearly rips her thong the rest of her way down her legs, tossing it over his shoulder not caring where it lands.

His mouth tears away from her flesh as he stares down at her, naked and waiting, her eyes that dark shade of blue, so full of want and desire it nearly drives him mad. Her legs are spread, feet hooking behind his knees and drawing him close so when she sits up, her hands easily reach for the buckle of his belt.

Felicity's first attempt at taking it off fails. Sweaty palms and overzealous excitement force her fingers to slip as she tries to pull the silver buckle out of the belt loops of his pants. Pausing for a moment to wipe her hands on the comforter, she tries again and yet again fails. Her frustration grows as she tries one more time, all the while noticing just how hard Oliver is under that fine Italian fabric. If she doesn't get that belt undone soon, she's going to scream.

The next time she tries, she manages to get the leather out of the catch only to get it stuck in the loops of his pants as she tries to pull it off in one quick motion. Oliver lurches forward, caught off guard by her almost violent move. He's falling on top of her before he can stop himself. There's only enough time to throw his arms forward before he has Felicity pinned to the bed, her arms tangled beneath his chest.

"Ow!" she cries out and he knows almost immediately what's happened.

When he pulls away, Felicity grabs her hand and begins to massage it. "I'm so sorry!" Oliver is quick to apologize as he takes her hand and softly rubs it with his fingers. He's now kneeling between her legs. They're eye level with each other and he can clearly see the mood has changed between them. Gone is the heat and the passion of just moments earlier. There's pain in her eyes and he knows he's hurt her more than she cares to admit.

"I'll be fine," Felicity mutters before she grabs the corners of the comforter and begins to draw them up over her shoulders.

"Are you cold?" Oliver asks. When she nods, he grabs this discarded shirt and pulls it around her body. Yes, the mood is definitely ruined, and as he stands up to take off the rest of his clothes, he can hear her muttering something along the lines of "stupid belt buckle."

Returning to bed, Oliver finds her already curled up under the soft pink blanket. He slides in beside her, his arms reaching out to wrap around her waist and bring her to his chest. "I'm sorry," he murmurs into her ear then presses a kiss to her shoulder.

"It wasn't your fault," Felicity sighs before relaxing into the warmth of his embrace. "Stupid belt buckle," she bitterly mumbles. He's out of bed seconds later. "Where are you going?" she asks, sitting up and watching Oliver as he grabs the offending garment and throws it in the trash can beside her desk.

Felicity smiles then shakes her head and rolls her eyes when he's sliding back into bed beside her. "Come here," Oliver says as he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into his chest once more. She giggles when his lips find a bare spot on her neck not hidden behind her hair.

Maybe the night isn't a total disaster after all.