Author's Notes: So this chapter will be rated M, also I tried to include more Oliver POV, which is difficult for me to write cause I'm not a guy and I'm still trying to figure how they think (if they do ) :)
I have also written a PWP piece called Dance With Me, please go check it out and tell me what you think, if enough people like it, I think I'll just add more PWP one shots to that story as a collection (although each individual fic won't actually be connected). Thanks for all the support.
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Oliver gently closed the bathroom door and padded back over to the bed where Felicity lay peacefully sleeping. Sitting softly on the side of the bed Oliver lightly brushed his fingers across her forehead to push away the blonde hair that had fallen over her face. Her lips were slightly parted, plumping softly with each exhalation, unable to stop himself, Oliver ran the tip of his forefinger along the edges of her soft pink lips.
It was disconcerting to realize that the more he got to know this radiant, vivacious woman the more sure he became that he didn't deserve her. He had been an asshole last night, but he wasn't sure how to go about apologizing. He had been having a wonderful time at dinner with Felicity, laughing and joking, but when he saw Laurel it was as though he was transported back in time and he was drawn to her. He knew he had made a mistake upon his return to the table, Felicity had been quiet and withdrawn, there was this look in her eyes (not anger, that he could have dealt with) but a kind of disappointment and a sense of resignation, as though she wasn't surprised that she had been placed second to Laurel. He immediately had wanted to beg for forgiveness and explain his actions, but he didn't know how. How could he explain the knot of unease in his stomach when it came to Laurel when he didn't understand it himself?
He knew he wanted Laurel to be happy, she deserved happiness and he sincerely hoped she would find it one day, preferably with Tommy, but as long as the guy treated her well Oliver didn't care who he was because the one thing he was sure of was that he wasn't in love with Laurel anymore, but the problem was he had so many feelings of guilt tied up in his relationship with her that he simply couldn't walk away. He had betrayed her with her sister and there was a part of him that wondered, 'what if…' What if he hadn't had cheated? What if he hadn't had been trapped on that island? Would he and Laurel have moved in together? Would they have gotten married? Or would their young love have simply have run its course? There were so many questions and not enough answers.
Maybe he shouldn't have started this relationship with Felicity without the answers; maybe there were still some personality traits that he shared with the old Oliver because even though he knew to a certain degree that being with Felicity exposed her to a dangerous element he was too selfish to let her go. Maybe despite his ongoing work to become a better son, brother, friend, and savior of Starling City, fundamentally he was still an asshole because there was no way he could risk the chance of some other guy coming along and taking Felicity away from him. What if this other hypothetical guy didn't appreciate her? What if he looked at her and only saw a pretty blonde with a good figure and too much to say? What if he thought she was too quirky and urged her to keep her thoughts to herself? What if he used her body and gave her no pleasure in return. What if he ignored her? What if he didn't realize how special she was?
A small snort from Felicity jolted Oliver out of his thoughts. Turning back to watch her sleep, Oliver knew she wasn't some angel to put on a pedestal; the fact was she was just too real. She was a little quirky and babbled more than the average person. She wasn't perfect; yet; her oddness was a great part of her appeal and her teasing kept him from becoming too much of a brooding bastard.
Oliver sat alone in the darkness, lost in his thoughts. Here was the crux of the problem. He liked her. And he was uncomfortable with how much he liked her. He had been with a lot of women in his life, he wasn't ashamed of that per se since he was a different man now, but what he first realized when he began spending time with Felicity was not only was he attracted to her (that was a give in), he actually liked her as a person. Besides Laurel, he couldn't remember actually liking any of the women he had been with in the past. Maybe that made pre-island Oliver a horrible guy, sleeping with women he didn't like, but it was the truth.
Oliver shifted uncomfortable on the bed. He was so accustomed to suppressing his feelings, so focused on crossing names off his list and making Starling City a safer place that he wasn't used to this overpowering need to confide in a person, namely Felicity. It wasn't that he really wanted to talk about his experience on the island, those weren't particularly happy memories, it was simply that he wanted Felicity to know more about him, know more about his past. For the first time, maybe ever, he wanted to share a part of himself with another person, it mattered to him that she understood him, accepted him for who he had become.
Even worse, ever since they had started working together, Oliver's feelings had become a strange mix of wanting to protect her and wanting to be exactly the kind of guy she needed protection from, which absolutely scared the hell out of him.
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"So is everything set?"
"Yup, your personal assistant, that's was me by the way, called and made an appointment for 4pm, so all you have to do is walk in there and charm the pants off Amy Calley, and I mean the metaphorical pants not her literal pants, and find out more about this wonderful investment opportunity so we can get some solid evidence to prove that she is bilking the citizens of Starling City out of their hard earned money."
"Sounds good."
"Yes, and while you're gone I will continue my research on Colin Jacks, who so far looks like he is hard-core breaking every anti-trust law I can think of, but the great news is that he will be appearing at the Technology Convention for Industry Professionals at the Starling City Centre next week to promote his new malware. It is a private invite only event," Felicity explained
"Okay."
"Which is perfect," Felicity continued as though Oliver had never spoken, "because I know this brilliant IT specialist who could go as a representative of Queen Consolidated and check out the event and gather some useful information." Felicity turned back towards the computer screen, silently counting in her head. Ten…Nine…Eight…
"No."
"Seven," she said. "Your restraint is improving. It was nearly 4 seconds before you told me 'no' this time."
"No." He repeated, ignoring her quip.
"Why not?" Felicity pouted.
"Are you serious? Despite the fact that your idea of fighting off home intruders involves hiding under a blanket, I'm more concerned that the last two times you came out with me you almost got yourself killed and I don't want to test the old adage, 'the third time's the charm."
"Look, I'm not really interested in having my insides on my outside either, but you and Diggle are always doing dangerous things and I just sit behind this computer. I want to get into the action too. Besides you don't know anything about computers so how are you going to fake your way into an industry only computer convention?"
"I'll think about it," Oliver said noncommittally.
"You guys okay?" Diggle asked as he walked into the basement.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just really frustrating trying to talk to someone when they are acting like an arrogant jerk, you know the kind of person that always does what he wants and ignores offers of help."
"Wow, who's that because that guy sounds like a jackass." Oliver smirked.
"Go away from me now." Felicity waved her hands haphazardly in the air.
Oliver and Diggle turned to leave.
"Have fun storming the castle," Felicity yelled after them.
"What?"
"Never mind." Felicity dismissed them both with a large sigh. "Men."
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A few hours later Felicity moved around her kitchen in her giant night shirt, opening and closing drawers and cabinets getting things out in preparation for a late dinner. She was rummaging through the cutlery drawer searching for a vegetable peeler when the local news, playing in the background, caught her attention.
"…in other news, local business woman Amy Calley was found dead in her Starling City office earlier this evening. Although there was no signs of forced entry the police are treating her dead as suspicious. We will keep you updated as we learn more. In sports…."
"What…." Felicity muttered to herself when she heard a knock at the front door.
"Who is it?" Felicity called out.
"It's me," replied a familiar male voice.
Felicity jogged to the door to let Oliver in, her first thought was that it was nice progress that he was entering her apartment through the front door as opposed to the living room window. Her second thought was that Oliver looked…not good. He look tired, not bad per se, because honestly could the man ever truly look bad, but he looked exhausted and a little worn out, but who could blame him? What with playing multiple roles, when did he ever have time to just relax?
"Oliver, you don't look so good."
The stunned expression caused Felicity to giggle lightly. "What?"
"You," she repeated, "look tired. You look like a man who has not been sleeping because he has been too busy running a night club, helping his family, and patrolling the city at night to keep it safe. You know what you need?" she asked rhetorically, "You need a nice massage."
"A massage? You're offering to give me a massage? One with a happy ending I hope." Oliver smirked.
"If you play your cards right. Now, go get undressed, lie down on the bed, and let me do all the work."
Oliver did exactly as he instructed, walking down the hallway into Felicity's bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. Once in the bedroom, he folded his clothes and placed them on the seat of a chair.
A few moments later, Felicity walked into her bedroom with a bottle of baby oil and saw Oliver laying on the bed with his face turned into the wall, half buried in the comforter, and his eyes closed. The second she touched his skin she knew she didn't need to worry about warming the oil in her hands first; his flesh gave off enough heat. Her hands slide across his muscles, working the oil across the ridge of his shoulders and into the crook of his neck. She used her thumbs to push against the knots and tightness she found there, then stroked, kneaded, and manipulated each spot of his spine to ease his tension. He had a horrible amount of scars, they rippled beneath her fingers. Some were new, but most were old and she lightened her touch as she traced them across his back.
Felicity continued the massage, now at his waist, kneading her thumbs into the dimples at the small of his back. He let out a low, throaty growl of approval as she caressed his flesh. She spread more oil and molded her hands to the shape of his butt. She stroked the marble hard flesh and continued down into his thighs and claves. When she worked her hands into the arches of his feet, he groaned loudly and shifted on the bed.
Suddenly she felt his large muscular arms wrap around her waist, as he rolled so that she was pinned beneath him. Her oversized sleeping T-shirt bunched around her legs and he felt her body mold instinctively into his, her lithe legs parting and her pelvis arching up. Her hands reached up and cupped his face and she kissed him, hungry and needy; then more gently, she kissed his jaw, his chin, and the side of his mouth. Her nipples were taut against his chest, her breath hot and fast. She slid her hands down to rub herself against his throbbing erection. Her legs parted wide as she bent her knees, cradling him.
Felicity's hands were frantically stroking his naked back and her legs shifted restlessly, rubbing against him when he slipped his tongue between her lips and she sucked on him with an overwhelming need to possess him. In response, Oliver took her slim wrists in one of his large hands and pinned them over her head. She muttered a soft protest and her hips moved, rubbing against his crotch. Her nightgown was in his way so he released her wrists long enough to knot one fist in the material and lift it over her head to deposit it onto the bedroom floor.
Now with Felicity completely naked beneath him, Oliver pressed his face to her breasts and kissed the soft tips, his mouth open and wet. Felicity shifted so her puckered nipple brushed against his cheek until Oliver began to suckle, drawling her in deep, stroking with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth. The mewling noises she made were low and sexy. In response, his fingers slide over her tight curls, felt her slick and wet, hot and swollen and then he slid a finger deep inside her. She was incredibly tight and he added another finger, stretching her. He started a smooth rhythm, with his thumb gliding over her sensitive flesh while his mouth nibbled on her breasts until Felicity shuddered and the moaned out her release.
Oliver watched her intense pleasure expressed in her parted lips, dilated eyes, and the sweet sounds she was making until he was overcome with a need to be inside her, right now, to feel her body clasped tight around his erection just as it had been around his fingers. He bent down and pressed his mouth to her moist flesh, breathing in her scent, his tongue flicked out, stroking her. Then he spread her legs wide and pushed inside her. She was hot and so wet. Her small hands grasped his shoulders and held him close. He ground against her, his gaze holding hers, watching her eyes go hot and dark. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she rocked against him, meeting his rhythm and holding him tight. He slid his hands underneath her and cupped her bum, lifting her legs higher on his waist. He leaned down closer so that he could feel her nipples rub torturously against his chest, which only served to heighten his arousal. When she tightened her thighs, her internal muscles milked his erection which broke his control and forced his release in a low, rough endless growl.
After a few minutes, he realized he was probably crushing Felicity, but she didn't voice any complaints.
"You were right. I do feel a lot more relaxed now." He smiled against her skin.
"One day you'll learn that I'm always right."
TBC...
