A/N - Wow, thanks for all the reviews and what not! I know this story is a little...out there and I wasn't sure I would be able to convince anyone to go with me on it :) So thank you! Hopefully you'll like what is next!
2. His body — How can his body be a sex move? Excuse you, have you seen that thing? Especially post-island, that body is enough to make even the most sedated of women (and men) excited. Apparently Oliver uses it to his advantage. Knowing no woman can hold on to her sanity when pressed again those abs. And let's be real, this latest shot of him jogging through Starling City shirtless should be proof enough. Hello, Mr. Queen.
The black tie fundraiser was full of Starling City's elite. The event was being held at the city's most exclusive hotel, around their rooftop pool deck. The light from the pool gave the party an almost dreamlike quality as the guests milled around it. Felicity longed to slip off to the side and enjoy the view of the entire city, but instead was forced to stand next to Oliver, reminding him which potential investors he was supposed to be speaking to.
"Just another half hour," Oliver said to her as an old friend of his father's walked away from them, leaving them at the edge of the pool.
"Sure," she said in disbelief, as they both took a step back to let a waiter carrying a tray of full champagne flutes by them. Oliver snagged two, handing one to her. "Thanks."
Taking a healthy sip, she turned her back on the party, pretending to be interested in the pool in front of them. In truth she was bored out of her mind.
"Oh no," she heard Oliver mutter beside her. She looked up right as he turned to face her, panicked. "It's Gail."
Felicity peered around his shoulder to see an attractive brunette making their way toward them with a determined look on her face. She glanced back up at Oliver, ready to laugh at him for being scared of one tiny woman, but he cut her off.
"We have to get out of here," he said grabbing her arm, pulling her behind him. She stumbled at the speed, her shoes getting caught in her dress. She tried to pull it free, hearing a rip as Oliver continued to pull her ahead, not noticing her trouble. She tripped again, her momentum building as she ran in to Oliver's back, pushing him into the pool.
Horrified, Felicity gasped as he resurfaced. The entire party crowded around the pool, some laughing, others making jokes. Oliver smiled jovially at the crowd, only pausing for half a second to level a glare at Felicity. She backed away through the people, meeting him at the steps out of the pool.
"I'm sorry," she said, as he stepped from the pool, shaking off the excess water. He opened his mouth to reply, but shut it again quickly when his eyes locked on something over her shoulder.
"That's a good look on you, Oliver," came a sultry voice from behind her. Felicity turned to see Gail, the woman Oliver had been running from. She sauntered forward, her gaze on Oliver's now transparent white dress shirt. "Want some help Fcleaning up?"
"No, thank you. I think, we've got it covered," Oliver said, grabbing Felicity's arm, pulling her with him. He dragged her into the building, checking each door they came to before finally pushing her into one of them.
As the light flickered on, Felicity realized they were in a small storage room. The shelves around them were stacked with white pool towels. Grabbing a handful she turned back to Oliver, holding them out as a peace offering.
"Sorry," she said, watching as he slowly peeled his now ruined suit jacket from his shoulders. "My heel got caught on my dress, I tripped."
He grunted a response, grabbing the towels from her as he dropped his jacket in a wet pile on the tiled floor.
"Who was that woman?" she asked, as he pulled his shirt from his pants, beginning to slowly unbutton it.
"Gail Stone," Oliver grunted. "Ever since that article came out, she has been very persistent. I wouldn't have come tonight if I knew she was attending."
Felicity resisted the urge to laugh. While she had made sure to take down the website chronicling Oliver's love life, she hadn't managed to stop the spread of the the article depicting Oliver's best sex moves. It had gone viral and nothing Felicity did seemed to slow it down. Even the local news had picked it up. From the way most of Starling City now looked at Oliver, Felicity had to guess that everyone had read it. Diggle had taken an absurd amount of pleasure in making fun of Oliver for it over the last couple of days and had even admonished Felicity for having not told him about the site sooner.
"Well look on the bright side. I mean, at least it was your five best sex moves. Not your five worst. Can you imagine?" Oliver froze in the midst of taking off his shirt, staring at her. "Not that you have bad sex moves. I'm sure all your sex moves are top notch, really. It's just at least it was good—"
"Felicity," he said, effectively ending her ramble as he wrung out his shirt, before laying it flat on a stack of towels on the shelf to his side. He grabbed another towel, drying his hair before moving to his torso. "Have those programs you've been running come up with anything about the copycat Count?"
Felicity shook her head, unable to look away from where the towel skimmed over his body. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a rational side of her was trying to tell her that she should be over this by now. She saw him half naked more than she saw him clothed, after all. But the article had seemed to re-ignite something in her brain. And she found it increasingly difficult to look away. Although, in her defense, she didn't often see him this wet, droplets of water finding delicious pathways over the muscles of his chest and stomach.
Focused on his abs, she didn't notice him move closer to her, not until he said her name quietly, barely above a whisper. Blinking, she tore her eyes from his chest, now mere inches from her. She looked up to see him looking down at her, a corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile. She took a halting step back, bumping against the shelf of towels behind her.
"Oliv—" his name died on her lips as his hand landed on her shoulder. She glanced up to see he wasn't looking at her, his eyes focused on something behind her. Holding her breath, she watched as he slowly leaned in, his hand on her shoulder trailing down her arm. His eyebrows were knit together in confusion at a fixed point behind her left shoulder.
When his hand reached the inside of her elbow, she let out the tiniest of hums. Her eyes slammed shut, horrified. He was so close, every breath she took bringing her breasts up against his sculpted, naked torso.
"Shhh," he hushed in her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. The hand that had been trailing down her arm now reached her hand; threading his fingers with hers, he pulled her forward into his body. Her traitorous free hand reached up to rest on his stomach; she could feel the hard ridges of his muscles beneath her fingers. She let out a low, shaky breath as she tried to stay grounded. The stubble of his chin scraped over her cheek as he moved his mouth to hover above her ear. When he spoke, his voice was a low, guttural whisper. "I think someone's watching."
A sense of unease trickled down her spine as she moved her hand to grip his hip tightly; telling herself she did it because she was worried, not because her knees were going weak. He squeezed the hand he held, his other arm bumping into her shoulder as he messed with something on the shelf behind her.
She refused to open her eyes, because she wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself if she looked at his bare collarbone or his long neck, both just waiting to be kissed, sucked, marked. The mere idea had her screwing her eyes closed even tighter, her grip on his hip clenching even further.
"False alarm," he said in his normal voice, she jumped at the volume of it. He gave her hand one final squeeze before stepping back, leaving a void. Her own hands dropped lamely to her side, yet she couldn't seem to force her eyes open. "Felicity?"
His soft tone was all she needed. Her eyes flew open, she pulled back until she hit the shelf behind her again. Oliver tilted his head, concern written on his face.
"It was just a false alarm," he said in his most reassuring tone, gesturing to the wall behind her head. "It was an air freshener, not a camera."
She nodded, pretending that was the reason she had frozen. Forcing herself to swallow a couple of times, she thought she caught him grinning as he turned his back to her and shrugged back into the wet dress shirt. Shaking her head, she swooped down to grab his jacket from the floor, wringing it out to distract herself from the fact that the shirt was still mind numbingly see-through.