(A/N-Thanks to Bekki for beta reading this, this story is one I had originally wrote for another couple Robin and Regina. I thank you all who read, review, follow, fav this.)

"Felicity, might I escort you to the bar to get a drink?" Oliver asked, as he put his hand out for the offer.

"Of course, excuse us, Thea, Roy," Felicity said as she placed her hand in his, feeling the electricity go up it.

He walked them over to the bar, he turned to her and asked what she wanted to drink, "Fuzzy Navel, please."

Oliver placed their order with him getting a bourbon, when he turned back to her she caught him off guard by asking, "Did you know I was at this wedding?"

"I had an inkling, but wasn't for sure. But Felicity is not a very common name," Oliver answered. His eyes were zeroed in on her, she was like a burst of light among the darkness. And again she infused him with as much energy as though she'd hit him with a stun gun.

As she took her drink, an earring fell off her ear and as she bit over to pick it up, revealing a glimpse of lean legs curving in and out in all the right places and feminine curves. Her dress tipped forward and Oliver caught a hint of a bra. Black. Half cup. He could barely suppress his groan.

She stood back up and adjusted the earring back on her ear.

"So how close are you and Roy?" Felicity asked.

"He's like a brother to me, I couldn't hope to have someone better than the way that Roy treats my sister," Oliver answered.

Just then they were called to start practicing for the reception. The bridesmaids and groomsmen practiced walking in. When it was Felicity's turn, her gaze caught Oliver's who was looking at her with a huge grin on his face. She let a small smile touch her lips as she did so.

They kept rehearsing for the next half an hour until everyone felt like they had everything in order. During all this, Felicity would have to take Oliver's arm as they walked back down the aisle, she would also feel his fingers stroke her arm as they would walk.

Up next, was the dinner with the wedding party all sitting together. Oliver was seated next to Felicity and often she would see him looking at her. To calm herself, she removed her shoes under the table, the table cloth was long enough, so that no one would notice. She felt at one time his left hand brushing up against her outer thigh.

She took a much needed deep breath and crossed her feet at the ankles, accidentally brushing the side of her bare foot against his calf. She stilled, wondering if he had even noticed. When his eyes grew a shade darker as he looked at her, and he took his own deep breath she knew he'd noticed all right. Noticed and reacted instantly.

He reached for his glass of wine, but merely swirled it beneath his chin as his gaze roamed lazily over her face, her hair, her lips, and her breasts, which strained against the tight fabric of her dress as though he'd actually reached out and grazed them with his touch.

"I think you're playing a dangerous game, Miss Smoak," Oliver said as he leaned over to whisper this to her.

"Don't you like games?" Felicity asked.

"Very much so," Oliver answered. "Would you like to play one with me right now?"

"How?" Felicity asked.

"I have something you might like," his voice had dropped low and deep. "We have to go uncaught. That's the rule."

All Felicity could do was nod.

"Right. Then I'm going to need a drink," He brought his glass back to his mouth, and took a sip, letting his mouth rest around the lip of the glass a mite longer than entirely necessary.

Her lips tingled as though his were pressed just as surely and closely against her own. His breath tickling her tongue rather than creating minuscule waves in his glass.

The chair beneath her felt like it was tipping. And when he unbuttoned his jacket, and loosened his tie, then dropped his hands beneath the table and leant forward so that she could see his ocean blue eyes closely, she had to cling to the edge of the table top to stop herself from swaying under his gaze.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Am I meant to be involved in this somehow?" Felicity asked.

"Mmmm, that's the general plan," Oliver answered.

"What do I need to do?" Felicity asked.

"Keep very still. And if you give us away then you lose, and I win, right?" Oliver said.

Felicity nodded.

And in the next instant the back of his knuckles grazed gently across her knees.

Felicity's bare toes curled, her fingers gripped the table so hard her knuckles were turning white. "What is it exactly that you think you are doing?"

"Believe me when I say this game will be that much more fun if we left that a surprise," Oliver answered.

When she didn't flinch, or protest, the knuckles made a return journey, this time brushing across her knees and around the outside until his thumbs ran over the top of her kneecaps and just beneath the hem of her skirt. And she kept her mouth shut tight.

When he touched her for a third time, Felicity glanced quickly around the table, the room was dark with low lights through the room, and with the table positioned so, no one would be able to tell what was going on between them.

Oliver's thumb ran back and forth beneath her skirt and she drew in a shuddering breath. And when his hands wrapped around the outside of her thighs and began sliding up her legs, she wasn't sure when she ever might find the chance to breathe again.

He smirked. Though it was more of a tilt of his lips, a deepening of the creases below his cheeks, and a change in the color of his eyes. But in that smile she saw arrogance, confidence, and purpose. Oliver Queen knew just what kind of power he had over her.

Her head protested. But it was too late. Nothing could have prepared her for the mass of sensation that spread like wildfire through her whole body when his hands slid over the tops of her thighs, his thumbs delved into the gap between and gently, but insistently, pressed her legs apart.

She let her eyes flutter closed. He was so supremely sure of his effect on her. It felt so good. It was building and building and unless she let it come to its natural conclusion she knew she would never forgive herself. This time she slowly uncrossed her ankles, released her death grip on the table and let the pressure of his thumbs guide her knees apart.

Her pulse pounded beneath her skin, which felt so hot it almost hurt to move. Her head suddenly felt loose upon her neck. And a trickle of perspiration made a slow, hot trail down her spine.

Ambient sounds of the room served as a cushion to her senses, the soft murmur of voices, the whisper of footsteps on the floor, the chime of cutlery against dinner plates. And above it all, like a pulse throbbing across her skin, were Oliver's deep intakes and slow releases of breath, evidence that beneath his self assurance he was as affected as she was.

He twisted his hands until his fingers were splayed atop her thighs. He tightened his grip, digging into the tense muscles for a brief second before his left hand disappeared. She almost cried out for the sudden erasure of half her pleasure.

Until his right hand continued its journey, circling her thigh until it dived between the two. Her legs spasmed. Clutching at his hand. But it wasn't to be deterred. The back of his knuckles grazed one inner thigh, while the pads of his fingers dug into the soft flesh of the other. Then slowed slightly until he came to a stop at the edge of her lace panties.

"Oliver, do you have something to add?" Roy's voice caused Felicity to look at the people around them. Oliver was to add a small toast if he wanted to.

"Well, I've known Roy for quite some time now. And I trust him to take very good care of my little sister, or else," Robin's words caused others to laugh. But for Felicity it had a different reaction, he was still touching her through this speech.

"I wish all the happiness and pleasures," Oliver's choice words caused Felicity to bite her bottom lip, pleasures...oh such sweet pleasures.

"I wish for tomorrow to just be a step forward as your joys build and build till you are both consumed by it," Damnit! If he didn't do something, Felicity was going to straddle his lap and stop this madness, building indeed!

"To Thea and Roy," Oliver said as he brought one of his hands back up to raise his glass.

Oliver looked back at Felicity, and put his hand exactly back to where it was. He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his arm and into his hand. Until her legs eased further apart. Just enough to give him all the access he desired.

Then, with no more finessing, one finger slipped beneath the edge of her lace panties, then two. And her whole body shook with such a tremendous release of tension. He touched her gently, deftly, as if he knew her. As if he knew exactly how far to go. When to apply pressure and when to pull away. A warm, melting weight made her body feel heavy. Pulling everything inwards towards his barely there contact.

Her breaths began to hitch in her throat. Her surroundings swarmed in on her. "I can't," she said, her voice a desperate plea.

"Yes, you bloody well can," His voice became little more than a growl, and it only made her hotter still. "You have no idea how much I want to shove this table aside and lunge at where my hand is right now. To sink my teeth into that spot where your neck meets your shoulder. I have truly never seen anything so gorgeous in my entire life."

With that he pushed her panties aside so that his whole hand could cup her, his every finger could move with her as she moved with him. As she tried so hard to keep still while instinct took over and she gave into it as he'd told her to do. She slid forward, let her head press against the back of her seat, and trusted him.

And in that moment she knew that even if she lost this game, she won.

It was enough for the last shreds of her self control to fade away like a mirage in the far distance of her subconscious. She bit her lip to stop from making any sound as every warm, delicate sensation built to a tremendous crescendo before everything turned a blinding white and she dissolved into a million tiny little pieces.

It felt like hours later when his hand tidied her panties before sliding away. When her breathing returned to normal. When she could see more than a swirl of colors behind her eyelids.

"Are you ready for dessert, sir?" a male voice called from somewhere.

"We're good, I've had my dessert," Oliver said as she looked at him as he took the tip of his finger into his mouth and sucked on it, sucked her juices into his mouth.

After the dinner, the dining room was full of music and some of the couples even started dancing, Thea and Roy taking center stage. Felicity felt his presence before she saw him, but she turned around to see him standing there.

"Shall we?" Oliver asked as he extended his hand out for her.

She let him think about it for a few minutes, then smiled and put her hand in his, "We shall."

Together they went out on the dance floor and Oliver drew her close to him as they started to sway to the music. Oliver kept his eyes on Felicity's gaze, his intention was clear as day. Felicity would keep her eyes locked with his, but under his intense eyes she would have to look away occasionally. As Felicity was swaying to the music, she felt that Oliver felt closer all of a sudden. And then he was leaning in towards her. His eyes not leaving hers. Their depths glinted as though reflecting the last gasp of sunlight of the day.

"I'm not sure whether to find you a complete delight or to fear what each encounter with you will bring, Miss Smoak," Oliver whispered, his head only inches from hers.

"What does your heart tell you?" Felicity asked.

"Right now, it's screaming at me that you are a delight," Oliver said.

He closed the gap, holding her chin with enough forces that as his mouth moved over hers she melted in his hold. Their tongues slid past one another. Their body heat intermingled.

He pulled away looking down into her eyes. "Delight," he said. "A sheer delight."

Felicity looked around and saw the smirk on Thea's face, the woman was in pure heaven. She was about to marry the man she loved and her best friend was making out with a gorgeous man on the dance floor.

"Roy and I would like to thank you all for being here tonight and for tomorrow as well, we look forward to sharing our day with you all," Thea spoke out loud.

"I guess this means, I have to let you go," Oliver said.

"I guess so," Felicity said.

"Until tomorrow, milady," Oliver said as he bowed low and kissed her knuckles before escorting her back to Thea.

As Felicity got into bed that night, she had a few thoughts going through her, one being...

If this was the reception dinner? What would the wedding party be like tomorrow?