The Ice Cream Variable
They got the Queen Mansion back on a November rainy day, after a lot of meetings and signing papers. Oliver was smiling, for the first time in months, so Roy suggested they should celebrate.
That's why around midnight they found themselves sitting in the floor of the mansion, eating pizza directly from the box and drinking an expensive bottle of wine. Felicity's favourite.
They were laughing over some story Digg was telling, baby Jen first bath, and how he and Lyla ended up wet and sleeping on the bathroom floor.
Roy had tears in his eyes, and Felicity was resting her head in his shoulder shaking. Oliver looked at her over his wine glass, smiling at her. He's being doing that a lot lately.
"Well guys, as much as I enjoy you laughing at my sorry ass, I'm calling the night" said Digg with a tired smile, Oliver shaked his hand, and Felicity jumped to his arms.
"What about ice cream?" she said with a pout, "I bought ice cream. I was in charge of dessert…"
"We'll have ice cream another time…" Digg said laughing at her frowny face, "but Felicity, no more wine for you…"
"What? Why?…I-I love this wine…Roy, tell him how much I love this wine…"
"She loves the wine, man" said Roy chuckling, but he removed the glass from her hand."Why don't we go and get that ice cream?"
Felicity smiled and followed Roy to the kitchen. "We should make Oliver have ice cream" she said sitting on the table, watching Roy get the can from the freezer, "I bet he'll like it"
"I will" said Oliver over her shoulder. Felicity jumped a little, earning a smile from the boys.
"Well, I think you have the situation under control, boss. So…I'm leaving" said Roy smirking.
Oliver nod, but Felicity was moving her head saying no, while taking a big ice cream spoon, "Nobody looks to want my ice cream…so sad…"
Roy snorted, "I'll promise you, we'll have ice cream and movie night another day"
"OK. But I pick the movie this time"
"This time?"asked Oliver intervening, giving Roy an intense look, "How-how many times did you guys watched movies together?"
"I don't know…six, maybe seven times…" said the blonde without looking at them, completely focus on her ice cream, "we watched Pokemon movies… we ate cookies, and he helped my neighbor with her broken sink"
Roy was slowly walking away, sensing Oliver's look, and not seeing a good end in this conversation.
"The lady on the small pink house at the end of the street likes seeing him naked..not naked, like nude…more like naked with pants but not shirt…you know, the kind of naked I get to see all the time in the lair…"
Oliver rise an eyebrow. "It's ok though…they don't try anything…at least that I know of…They all think he's my boyfriend"
"I could help your neighbors too" Oliver said, sitting next to her, watching her eat.
"Yeah, right" Felicity chuckled. "Ice cream?" she said, offering him a full spoon. Oliver denied with his head, smiling a little. "Poor ice cream…nobody wants you…It looks like you and I are going to have an special night…"
"Maybe you shouldn't eat all this ice cream after all the wine you-"."Hey! I didn't drink it alone, you know?…Besides, ice cream makes everything better…"
She offered the spoon again and he smile. Looking directly at her eyes, Oliver grabbed her hand with the spoon, and took the bite. Felicity gasped, looking at his lips move slowly. He didn't let go of her hand when he was over.
"You like it?" she asked as a whisper. They were really close, she could smell the minty breath, he could see his own eyes reflecting on her glasses. "Mmmmhhhh…", she supposed he wanted to say yes.
Oliver was getting closer, she knew what that meant. "Roy!" Felicity screamed, breaking the moment, "Where is Roy?"
Oliver took a step away from her, confused, "He left"
"Oh, I was going to take him home. I'm with my car, now he has to walk…He lives really far Oliver"
"He's a big guy Felicity. He can take care of himself"
"I was going to take him to my house..I mean, I wouldn't drove all the way to the Glades…but he could have crashed on my couch like he does sometimes, the pillow smells like him anyway"
"Fe-li-ci-ty" Oliver interrupted her. "I don't want to know anything about Roy's smell. But we're going to have to talk about all the time you being spending with him"
"He's funny to have around"
"No, he's not"
Felicity just eye him. "Well…looks like the party is over…I should leave too" She smile at him, getting off her chair. She tripped over her feet, and Oliver was quick to catch her. "WOW. That ice cream was really powerful…"
"Yeah, I'm sure it's the ice cream…this has nothing to do with the five glasses of wine you took"
Felicity giggled, and Oliver looked at her amused, he never heard that sound coming out of her. He loved it.
"You should stay here tonight…I don't trust you with yourself tonight" He said, taking her hand in his and walking to the stairs. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself Oliver, I am a-" "I know…but, I'll be more confident if you stay with me…"
"OH…Ok"
They started climbing the stairs, hands together, fingers crossed. Felicity didn't even want to know where she was going to sleep, the house had no furniture, Oliver had just one cot…were they going to share?
"Why does this place have so many stairs? It's crazy…My shoes are killing me"
"You should take them off…they look quite uncomfortable…"
"But they are pretty"
"Yes, they are", he said smiling, holding her weight while she took the left shoe. She lose her center and almost fell again. Oliver supported her by the waist, as she rest her back against the wall, forgetting to remove her other shoe.
She start giggling, "How is it I am this tipsy, and you are just peachy…" she said looking at him funny, "that rhyme", more giggling. Oliver looked at her, closing the distance. "One more glass, and I would've been flying"
"Let's not talk about flying when I am this dizzy…remember…I don't like heights…"
"You should know by now, I have you" he said closing the distance. One hand on her waist, the other resting next to her head on the wall. "Remember, hold on to me tight"
Felicity laughed at loud, resting both her hands on his shoulders. Oliver was smiling as well, looking at her, trying not to look at her lips, or there was no going back. She stopped laughing when Oliver crunched a little, moving his hand over her leg and taking her left shoe, throwing it over his shoulder, while he was standing again, without breaking eye contact.
Her breath stopped on her chest. Her belly was making funny noises, like a thousand butterflies where trying to find their way out. "Felicity" Oliver whisper, in that tone that make her want to scream like a fangirl. He was closing the distance, his lips on her eye sight. They looked really good.
"Oliv-…" she couldn't finish saying his name because his lips were on her, hot but tender. She left a moan escaped her, trying to make her brain give her mouth the order to kiss him back. Move, damn it.
Oliver pressed his body completely to her, she was melting between his big form and the wall, and she opened her mouth and inclined her head, and it was heaven. Felicity, at same point, started moaning his name and he pressed his hips to her, having to bend his knees to be at her height.
She felt, his hand circling her waist, lifting her up a little. He groaned, and his right hand moved lower, grabbing her ass. The butterflies in her belly where going crazy. This was happening.
She lift a leg and hooked it on his waist. He pressed even harder on her, moving his hips in a exacting rhythm. They were out of breath at this point. "God, you're so perfect" he whisper at her ear, leaving kisses on her neck, making her chest move forward, her nipples going hard.
"We…we should…should…" she tried talking, but his hands were doing inexplicable things to her brain, "the room…we should…Oh God!" He had lifted her, both her legs where around his waist, connecting her ankles in his butt. Her skirt was up her waist, and Oliver took advantage of it, and made his hands grabbed her ass completely.
"You have no idea how much I want this" Oliver said, removing both of them from the wall and starting to walk to his room. "How much I wait for this…"
She moaned in appreciation, kissing his neck. She felt her belly do a louder noise, and froze. That was not a butterfly, nor even a thousand. "Oliver…you're gonna have to put me down…"
He stopped on his step and looked at her. "Are you alright?" Felicity shaked her head. "What is it?…" He let go of her legs, and she looked really panicked.
Felicity covered her mouth with both her hands, and started looking at her sides. She ran to the bathroom and close the door, Oliver running behind her. "Felicity, what's going on?"
She mumbled something, and Oliver restrained himself from open the door. Minutes later, Felicity left the bathroom, looking paler than before, "Yeah, I'm not having ice cream in a long time…"
"Yes, ice cream…" he smile putting his arm around her shoulder and giving her kiss on her temple , "come on, let's get you in the bed".
They'll have time, but he's not giving her any more wine.
