Oliver undressed her slowly. He savoured the feeling of each touch he felt of her smooth skin. Her muscles were firm but she was all satiny smooth softness over those lean muscles.
She didn't have any tan lines and her skin was an even cream tone. She probably didn't get a chance to spend a lot of time in the sun between work and Arrow time. He made a note to ask about her Vitamin D levels. They had to be more important right now for her.
She was trying to strip him down as much as he was divesting her but he wouldn't let her get at his black short briefs. It had been awhile since he had been with anyone and he knew if he was going to last he need to keep his pants on while he spent some time on her first. The last time he'd had sex he had been with Sara and he had stopped when she realized she still loved Nyssa and she had pointed out that it was a good thing he'd said something because she thought he was in love with someone else too, he just didn't realize it yet. Sara had always been perceptive. She had never named Felicity but he remembered her always smiling fondly at them whenever he would hover near Felicity's desk.
He loved Sara's energy, her gift of being able to accept anyone, her strength and her passionate nature but he had never been in love with her. She had always been his friend, and later his equal both in the fight they had chosen to take against those that threatened their loved ones and the ghosts of the island that they couldn't shake. He would always miss her but it wasn't painful. Not like he had felt when Shado had been killed. Maybe because he had felt directly responsible for her death. And because he had been falling for her. Shado was easy to love, just as Felicity was. They both had an innate gracefulness about them. And a deceptively fragile exterior, when they were anything but. He hadn't even considered the similarities in their character until Slade had mentioned understanding the appeal of Felicity.
Like Shado, Felicity had seen value in him. Sometime worth nurturing. She could have walked away after handing him over to Diggle that night his mother shot him but she had stayed. And she had fought to keep them together and focused ever since.
He wore the hood in her memory, he used a bow and refined his skill in gratitude to Shado, but everything he was today was because of Felicity. She believed in him. And he fought against his darker nature, the black part of his soul because she believed in him. She believed that there was still goodness inside him, something worth redeeming. He owed her everything. She was invaluable to him as a person and her expertise for his work as the Arrow and he knew he never showed her enough, how much he appreciated her, intelligence, her wit, her strength, her wisdom and her level-head. It never ceased to amaze him how she could get the whole team to focus when tension was running high.
It didn't matter whether he was growling at her, if she was doing half a dozen tasks at once or she had a bomb around her neck, she never lost her ability to get things done. Except for when it came to heights, he mused. It showed just how much she trusted him, even back when they'd just started working together - stuck in that elevator shaft, and a few years ago when he had to launch them both out of his office window. She was scared - scared witless of heights but Felicity had trusted him. She still did. It gave him unquantifiable strength, knowing that.
He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, linking their hands. He led her to the bed and sat her on the edge. He reached around to unhook her bra. With his other hand he slid her panties from her hips and down her legs. He gently urged her to part them so he could kneel between them before he held her to his chest and kissed her again.
She kept one hand splayed over his back and the other curled around the nape of his neck. Her thumb absently started stroking and when she brushed behind his ear, he growled into their kiss and she smiled against his lips. She knew what she was doing. She scooted closer and rubbed herself over his clothed erection. He pulled away and dipped his head down. She let out a keen noise as he stroked her with his tongue. He kept up his slow steady pace until she was begging, crying and moaning in equal measure. She begged him to stop and get inside her already but he wouldn't stop, because as much as her voice pleaded, her hands pulled his face closer. The end of his nose bumping her bundle of nerves with every upward and downward swipe of his tongue.
"Oliver! Babe please," she begged, her hands falling away from his head as she collasped against the bed, her back arching as she cried out in a wail, her legs trembling as she came apart against his tongue.
He gentled his licks and soothed her spasaming muscles, her whole body trembling while cradled in his arms, held firmly with his hands. She tugged at him weakly and when she drew him closer for a kiss, he was sure she must have tasted herself on him and it made him twitch and harden further. He finally removed his pants and let her gaze wander down his form before he moved.
Oliver lifted her and positioned them up the bed, so that she was nestled in the pillows. She looked so breathtaking against the crimson sheets. Her pale skin radiant in the mid-afternoon sunlight, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her body from post-orgasm. Felicity opened her eyes and met his gaze with pupils dilated with desire. She bit down on her bottom lip and a long shuddering exhaled left her nose and tickled his chin. He captured her lips again and supported her legs over his arms as he slowly made them one.
He had to close his eyes to keep from letting go. It was so intense, the feeling of her around him, the oneness and completion he felt. She was warm and snug and her muscles drew him in, rippling gently, so tight but slick. He was buried deeply in her and he could feel her cervix. He could feel her hands on his stomach, her nails lightly raking upward.
"Move, Oliver. I need it hard. Missed you so much," she said her voice soft and breathy.
Olive groaned when she squeezed him in punishment for his delay. He pulled back and surged forward hard in response. She squealed and arched away from him, but begged for more instead of putting a restraining hand on him.
He watched her face as he kept his pace, a look of twisted pleasure pain there at every thrust and her hair was getting twisted behind her as she thrashed her head from side to side each time he drove in hard.
The wetness was growing between them that he could glide in and out faster and harder. She was wailing and moaning loudly now and he quickened, loving the sounds she was making just for him.
She tightened around him suddenly before her muscles rippled and spasmed stroking him with rhythmic clutching motions. He kept driving back and forth as long as he could and stroked her clit when he could feel himself nearing release. She screamed and arched against the bed, her eyes tightly closed and her head thrown back as she came even harder than before. Essence flooded from deep inside her as he finally let go himself. As he slowed his movements, he could feel the mingling of their lovemaking leaking. Loathed to move at all, he grabbed his discarded t-shirt and wiped her down and himself before cradling her close.
"You're everything, Felicity. You're my light in the darkness. I love you, and I never want to take for granted that you love me back."
He felt tears splash against his chest and he had to crane his head awkwardly, and tip her chin up so she would meet his gaze. "I hope those are happy tears or you could do serious damage to a guy's ego."
Felicity snorted and poked him in the side playfully. "Jerk. Of course they're happy. Blissfully euphoric and sore, but in the best way," she added hurriedly when she saw his frown. "You were kind of uptight about sex until we had our 28 week scan and doc gave us a glowing report on Baby Queen. She is perfect, so I've been dying to jump your bones but you've still been twitchy. So yeah, I'm one happy whale right now."
Oliver slapped her bottom. And she yelped. "A whale does not have a behind like yours." He rubbed slow circles over the smarting spot. "If only you could see yourself the way I see you," he said his voice hitching.
He brushed her hair away from her face so he could see every angle and curve clearly. He was careful not to catch his fingers on any of her piercings. At least he could see her eyes without her glasses obscuring them. Often the lights of the lair or the glow of her screens reflected in the lenses and he couldn't read her eyes. He loved the expressions he could read from her eyes. He could easily tell if she was happy, or sad, annoyed or angry. Right now she was both happy and sad. There was a tiny twitch to her irises, even though her whites sparkled. The twitch meant she was thinking hard. You didn't think hard about being happy.
"Come back to me, Oliver," she said softly. Her voice breaking.
Oliver felt his movements grow sluggish a he continued to hold her close and run his hand over her back and shoulders. Exhaustion was pulling at him and he hoped that she would stay a little longer in his arms. Maybe even until he fell asleep.
It wasn't till his eyes closed that he realized what she had said. Why would he need to come back? He was already home...