HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and have already kicked some ass in 2016 :)

Sorry for the lack of updates over the last 3 weeks. I wish I could say I was simply just taking a break over the holidays but in all honesty, the last 3 weeks have been full of self deprecation and shitting on my own self esteem as a writer to the extent where even looking at a Word document made me cry (I wish I was kidding but I'm not).

But alas, I finally sat down and faced my own demons that have been holding me back for weeks now and got something written! And what a better way to start 2016 than with smut. I had a lot of fun writing this (eventually) and I hope you enjoy it! This one has two parts, simply because I fell in love with the overall plot of this as soon as I started writing and I couldn't bear to not have one more part after this one.

Please, please let me know what you think! Any reviews/comments are ridiculously appreciated.


Felicity was distracted.

She knew she should be paying attention to these people; these important and influential people who could probably crush her underneath their thumbs. Metaphorically, of course. But she couldn't concentrate on the infiltration of stocks or investment prices or whatever the hell this woman had been babbling on about for the last 40 minutes. Felicity wasn't new to business dinners; she'd attended tons with Oliver whilst working as his assistant at Queen Consolidated, but it never failed to amaze her how utterly and soul destroyingly dull they could be. The difference was, when she was Oliver's assistant, it wasn't absolutely required that she pay attention, unlike now, when she attended as Felicity Smoak, CEO of Palmer Technologies.

Felicity glanced down at her watch in a way she hoped was discreet. Had it really only been an hour since she arrived?

She felt Oliver nudge her underneath the table with his foot, one of the many times he'd done that so far tonight. Looking up, she smiled apologetically at him and tried to refocus her attention once again on the conversation at the table. If it weren't for Oliver's gentle nudges, she'd probably have fallen asleep sitting up within 10 minutes of arriving. She hadn't expected him to come but he'd insisted he come and keep her company.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Mhmm. Just... bored," she admitted, quietly.

Oliver chuckled under his breath and squeezed her thigh reassuringly under the table.

If Felicity wasn't distracted before, she was definitely distracted now.

They'd been in a rush to get to the dinner earlier that evening; Felicity had been in back to back meetings all day and even when her last one ended, Oliver had called saying he needed her help tracking some kids who had somehow managed to break into the Star City bank with the intention of stealing what he guessed was large amounts of cash. So by the time they both made it back to the apartment they'd had less than an hour to get ready for dinner. As usual though, time hadn't seemed to be an issue for Oliver who'd promptly backed Felicity up against the wall and begun to ravish her with his mouth as soon as they got inside.

"We're going to be late," she'd mumbled against his mouth, but his tongue just seemed to take her now open mouth to its advantage, slipping inside and colliding with her own.

She tried to protest, tried to push him back so she could head to her closet to get ready, but as usual, Oliver's mouth was intoxicating and any attempt she'd made to remind herself that they were going to be late had been in vain. She'd given up her protest before it had barely even begun and all too soon had found her hands in his hair, her leg wrapping around him, pulling him closer to her. Sighing audibly, she'd been merciless to stop Oliver's hands as they danced along her body from her hips up, grazing and caressing her through her blouse, before beginning to undo the buttons one by one. Her nails dug into the back of his neck as he continued to move his mouth against hers, seemingly without rhythm, making quick work of her blouse buttons before removing it from her body and tossing it onto the floor. As soon as the material was out of the way his hands had cupped her breasts hard, squeezing them through the red satin bra she wore, making her moan loudly, his name falling from her lips with a hiss.

"Felicity," he'd moaned in response, each syllable longer than the last, his hips beginning to rotate against her stomach mindlessly, rubbing his arousal anywhere he could find friction.

Felicity moaned again, her stomach fluttering as it always did when she realised just how quickly she could get him hard. She felt his hands dance back down her body again, skating over her bare abdomen before continuing their journey over her hips and down to her ass where they began to squeeze hard, the momentum forcing her body against his even harder.

Felicity's body was completely gone in the moment, heat pooling between her thighs as Oliver's hands continued to worship her behind, but all of a sudden, her nagging brain reminded her again of how late they were going to be if she didn't hurry this along. She'd cursed out loud, both in frustration and pleasure as Oliver's mouth had fallen to her neck, almost as if he'd read her mind, his pesky and perfect tongue desperate to make them as late as possible.

Nothing made Felicity anxious quite like to prospect of being late for something important, for anything really, and it was where she and Oliver dramatically differed; whilst he was notorious for being late to everything, she had never been late to anything, be that a doctor's appointment, a dinner date or a flight, in her entire life.

Biting back the urge to check her watch over Oliver's shoulder she moved her hands to the front of his pants, quickly undoing the buckle of his belt. She wanted nothing more than to take her time with him, to savour his body with her mouth and hands, to make him come several times before he was even inside her but there just wasn't time and as much as it begrudged her, she had to get this over with as quickly as possible. She silently scolded herself inside her head at how utterly unromantic that thought was but made no effort to slow her hands from gripping the waistband of his pants and underwear at the same time and yanking them down.

Oliver's foot nudging her ankle under the table again brought her back to the present and she smiled sheepishly at him upon seeing the crease between his eyebrows as he looked back at her questioningly.

His hand was still on her thigh, his warm skin an ever-present reminder of the desire low in her stomach that had been there since before dinner, a result of the orgasm she'd faked in attempt to make sure they made it to dinner on time. She'd never faked an orgasm with Oliver before, she'd never had to, he'd never given her reason to and as soon as she'd decided that was what it was going to take to make sure they weren't late, she'd felt guilty about it. It had reminded her of the first guy she ever slept with during her junior year of high school; he'd never got her off and she was too shy and self conscious to ever tell him. Their relationship had been brief, incidentally, and ever since that day she'd vowed never to let a man walk away from sex thinking he'd made her come if he hadn't. And she'd stuck to it, up until now anyway, and it had turned her from an apprehensive and unsure teenager into a young woman who wasn't afraid to ask for what she wanted, what she knew she deserved, especially in the bedroom.

Oliver was still staring at her, a slightly worried look on his face and the guilt Felicity had felt earlier slammed back into her just as strongly as before.

Conversation suddenly picked up over the table again and groups of people began talking amongst themselves as they waited for dessert; Felicity was seemingly not the only one bored of listening to a middle aged woman at the head of the table talk incessantly at anyone who would listen. She was glad for that because having to whisper and try to look interested had been beginning to take its toll.

"Are you okay?" Oliver asked, his voice still low but not a whisper anymore.

"I'm fine, I'm just- I'm-" Felicity struggled to find the right word. "Stressed," she decided on eventually, picking up her glass and taking a sip of her water.

Oliver watched her, the crease between his brow deepening even further as Felicity fidgeted in her chair and gently rested her hand over his, removing it from her thigh and back onto his lap. She tried to move her hand back but Oliver's fingers wrapped tightly around hers, stopping her.

"Oliver-"

"When you say you're stressed... stressed how?" he interrupted, half smirking, half looking concerned.

"Stressed as in the kind of stressed you get when you're worried about being late for dinner, like really worried about being late for dinner, the kind of worried about being late for dinner where your heart actually feels like it's going to fly out of your chest, so you fake an orgasm just to make sure you get there on time... that kind of stressed, you know? I was really fucking worried about being late to dinner..." Felicity spoke in a hushed rush, her cheeks blushing as her sentenced progressed and she realised she was repeating herself unnecessarily out of nervousness.

Oliver's grip on her hand tightened as he processed her words, his smirk quickly turning into a hard line across his face.

"I'm sorry," she whispered after a few seconds of staring at his face, trying to read his expression.

One corner of his mouth turned up into a small smile as she spoke.

"Get your coat, we're leaving," he muttered against her ear, his teeth nipping her earlobe slightly.

She began to protest, "Oliver, we can't just-" but his hand was suddenly back on her thigh, his fingers dipping underneath the hem of her dress to graze against the material of her panties. The rest of Felicity's sentence evaporated into thin air as soon as she felt his fingers brush against her and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. A wicked thought crept through her mind and before she could dismiss it she leaned over and whispered in Oliver's ear.

"I'm not leaving. I ordered dessert and dessert I am going to wait for,"

His fingers stilled as she pulled away and leaned back in her seat and he glanced over at her quizzically for a few seconds before catching onto the teasing edge in her voice.

"Felicity, what are you saying?" he asked, resting his palm back on her thigh again.

"I'm saying that I'm having dessert. The rest is up to you," she smirked, delighting in the surprised expression on his face.

"Wait. You want me to... Right here?"

Felicity shrugged. "It's always been somewhat of a fantasy of mine," she smiled, sweetly.

She felt his grip on her thigh tighten and he grinned.

"I hope you don't regret this," he muttered. "You know, I'm very offended that you faked it earlier. Very, very offended,"

Felicity bit her lip nervously as he spoke and wondered whether it was a good idea after all. But before she had time to change her mind his fingers found their way back between her legs again and she melted at his touch. As subtlely as possible, Oliver scooted his chair closer to hers and angled his body towards her slightly. At a glance, to the people around the table it looked like they were merely having an in depth conversation. Felicity leaned one elbow on the table and turned even further into Oliver, doing all she could to create a barrier between them and the rest of the guests.

Oliver's touches were still feather light at her apex, his fingers and knuckles taking it in turns to explore the smooth fabric of her underwear and Felicity began to wish she hadn't bothered to wear any so he couldn't tease her quite so much. She knew all too well how good Oliver was at teasing and how if she'd challenged him too much, he could make it last hours before she was begging him to stop. She wanted to move her hips and press herself against his hand but she couldn't, not without someone seeing, and she knew he knew that. She knew that he knew she was completely powerless to do anything but sit there and let his hands torture her any way they could. She expected him to do just that, to draw out his sweet torture for a long time but before too long his fingers began to rub against her with more pressure and the sensation was so delicious that Felicity found herself gripping the edge of the table and arguing internally with her eyelids to stay open as they dared to flutter closed at any second. She knew she was wet, she could feel it, and she knew the thin material of her underwear wasn't doing anything to hide it. She glanced up at Oliver and found him already looking back at her intently, a casual smile on his face and she cursed under her breath.

"What's wrong, Miss Smoak?" he teased, grinning at her.

Felicity was about to shoot him a sarcastic comment when he changed the angle of his hand and all coherent thought left her brain. His palm pressed gently against her clit as his fingers continued to rub her further down and Felicity couldn't stop the hiss of approval that slipped through her teeth.

Oliver chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of her head, pushing his palm down harder against her and beginning to move it back and forth in time with his fingers.

"Please," she whispered, forcing her eyes up to meet his.

"Please, what?" he replied, the grin on his face widening.

Felicity cursed under her breath again and gripped his wrist tightly.

"Inside me. Now. Please," she whispered again, each tiny sentence punctuated by a quiet pant.

"So impatient," Oliver muttered, tutting, his hand making no effort it seemed to make its way inside her panties, continuing to rub her over the fabric.

Felicity gritted her teeth to keep herself from cursing at him again and leaned over to pick up her glass of water, sipping it delicately as though nothing at all was happening underneath the table. A slightly harder nudge of his palm against her clit made her cough and she almost spluttered water all over the table.

A woman across from her, what was her name again?, glanced over and asked if she was alright.

"I'm fine," Felicity smiled, wiping her mouth with her napkin and placing her glass back down on the table.

The woman didn't look convinced and Felicity could tell she was beginning to blush.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier..." she said, forcing an even bigger smile to spread across her face, desperate to seem somewhat normal so the woman would go back to whatever it was she was talking about and stop staring at her.

She heard Oliver laughing softly beside her and fought the urge to kick him hard under the table.

"Jean. Jean Simons," the woman replied, smiling now but still not entirely satisfied that everything was okay given the curious look in her eye.

"Of course, Jean, how could I forget? I read your article in the newspaper the other month! It was wonderful, in fact, I read it several times because I-"

It was at that point in her sentence that Oliver decided to slip his fingers underneath the fabric of her underwear, the tips of his first two fingers heading straight for her soaking entrance and dipping into her folds.

Felicity coughed again, suddenly and mid-sentence, she would have probably screamed otherwise, and it earned her another scrutinised glare from across the table.

"...enjoyed it so much!" Felicity continued, or tried to anyway, as though she hadn't been interrupted by her fiance's fingers inside her panties.

"Thank you, dear," Jean replied, no longer looking curious and more just looking freaked out as Felicity continued to furiously smile at her.

Thankfully she turned back to the woman on her right and seemed to pick up their conversation where it had left off. Felicity leaned back in her chair again and frowned at Oliver who was still grinning like an absolute jerk.

"I hate you so much," she whispered through her teeth, gripping his wrist again, trying to push down on his hand.

"That's no way to talk to a man who has every intention of making you come in the next 60 seconds, is it?" he smirked, his thumb flicking against her clit as he spoke.

Felicity's hips jerked against his hand of their own accord, seeking more friction.

"Please," she whispered again, her own hand still pressing down against his.

He didn't hesitate this time and instead pushed two fingers deeper inside her, seeking out her g-spot. His thumb continued to graze and rub her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of her and it wasn't long before Felicity felt the first signs of her impending release, a release that had been building inside her for over two hours now, ever since they'd left the apartment.

"More. Harder," she pleaded under her breath, angling her body even further towards him so his body was almost completely blocked by hers, hiding him as best she could from the rest of the table, her heart rate increasing by the millisecond.

He didn't need telling twice, his hand moving faster and harder against her, as desperate as she was now to give her the release she needed. His thumbnail scratching over her clit was her undoing and she froze as she came, biting down on her lip so hard it would probably bleed, anything to stop herself from moaning out loud. Never before in her life had she wanted to scream more than right at that very moment; her fingertips were white from gripping Oliver's wrist so hard. Her walls continued to clench around Oliver's hand and it was the sweetest torture she had ever endured in her life, not being able to yell his name and stream curse after curse from her mouth.

Finally she began to come down from her high, her grasp on Oliver's wrist loosening completely as all the strength in her body seeped out of her. She whimpered slightly as Oliver removed his hand from her panties and pulled her dress back down to its modest length mid-way down her thigh. Her eyes widened as she watched him lick his fingers, clear as day, in front of the entire table of guests, none of which paid any particular attention but all of which could have done at any moment.

Felicity stood up, somewhat shakily, and grabbed her coat from the back of her chair.

"I'm sorry," she announced to the table. " We have to go. Our friend has just.. there's been an emergency. We have to go," She turned to Oliver. "Now." she directed only at him.

"What about dessert?" he asked, still fucking grinning at her.

"I'm on a diet," she whispered angrily under her breath, grabbing his jacket too and then his hand and yanking him up from the table.

"Sorry, enjoy the rest of your evening," Oliver smiled at their table guests as Felicity tried to pull him away, his ever-charming voice wooing at least three of the women at the table, their pathetic smiles and blushing cheeks giving away their less than composed demeanor that had clearly been bubbling under the surface all night.

She would have rolled her eyes had she not been so desperate to get home and fuck him until the sun came up, until the smug little grin was wiped completely off of his face.