4. Mirrors

Anonymous asked: I do believe you are still taking prompts. An idea I've had is something with Oliver and Felicity and mirrors. Maybe they're getting ready before a big event, maybe its an AU where they catch each other's eye through a mirror or maybe they're having sex in front of a mirror.


She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her crystalline blue eyes scanning her figure over as she scrutinized every inch of exposed flesh, every little imperfection. Maybe her somewhat flabby thighs were the reason he hadn't asked her out or even flirted with her for the past few weeks. Maybe it was the wrinkles around her eyes, which barely even existed even if she squinted. Maybe it was something else that she couldn't see in the mirror.

Whatever it was, Felicity stared at the polished glass, trying to figure it out. She and Oliver had been dancing around each other for months with lingering glances and soft touches. But he still hadn't made the move. He still hadn't taken that next step. Was it her fault? Maybe. Was it something to do with him? More than likely.

She knew how Oliver's mind worked. It was a battlefield riddled with scars and bullet holes much like the rest of his body, only he could hide it better. Felicity saw the physical manifestation of his pain on a daily basis, and she never flinched. But the mental scars, the scars she couldn't see, those broke her heart. She'd been trying for months to get him to open up, to get him to talk about what was going on in that head of his, but he continued to evade her.

Felicity knew it had much to do with what happened on and off the island. "Those were five years where nothing good happened." She remembered Oliver's words, crisp and clear as the day he spoke them, could still hear the crack in his voice, see the tears in his eyes. And she had been supportive, backing off when she knew he needed his space.

But now, with a lull in Starling City criminal activity, Felicity couldn't help but wonder what continued to hold him back. Slade was in a jail cell back on the island where he belonged, the Mirakuru soldiers had been reverted back into normal (albeit not-so-nice) human beings, and thanks to Laurel and Captain Lance's help, crime throughout the city was at an all time low.

Frustrated, she blew out a breath through her bright magenta lips. Felicity needed to push these thoughts out of her head and quickly. The foundry's bathroom was not place to be contemplating her feelings for Oliver. But as she turned around to open the door, she bumped into the one person she hadn't expected to see so early that evening.

Colliding with the strong, well muscled chest that was attempting to enter the bathroom, Felicity looked up, her blue eyes meeting the azure of his, and said, "Oliver!" her tone slightly startled and confused.

"Felicity," he replied, giving her a soft smile as he gazed down at her.

They stood in the doorway of the small bathroom, their bodies still pressed up against one another, not moving, just staring into each other's eyes. Felicity's resolve was slipping. She wanted, so badly, to reach up and take Oliver's face in her hands then press a kiss to those inviting lips. Being this close, feeling the warmth radiating off his chest, drove her crazy. God, what she wouldn't do for a glass of red right about now, anything to calm her already frazzled nerves. Instead, she pushed away from him, heading back into the bathroom to retrieve the tube of lipstick she had left on the edge of the sink.

Oliver followed her inside. The hungry look in her eyes hadn't escaped him. It had been there ever since he'd told her he loved her as part of his ploy to defeat Slade. Looking back on it now, he realized it was the truth, that he had loved her, for quite some time now, but he'd been too afraid to do anything about it. Being the Arrow didn't leave much time for him to be Oliver Queen, but he spent so much time with Felicity that it shouldn't have mattered.

They'd been flirting the entire summer, it seemed. Hell, he'd even let her buy him a bed after seeing he'd been sleeping on an old mattress on the foundry floor. But still, Oliver resisted. He'd already put Felicity in more than enough danger already. He couldn't risk the only constant, positive influence in his life getting hurt, or even worse… killed. Just the thought left a nasty taste in his mouth.

But Felicity had been persistent. She hadn't given up on him, even when he'd been ready to give up on himself, and that's what drew him to her like a moth to a flame. Simply put, she was gorgeous with a quick wit to match. Never in his life had Oliver ever encountered anyone who could possibly outsmart or maybe even manipulate him like she did. And for some odd reason, it really turned him on. Yet he continued to doubt the possibilities of a relationship with her.

Even now, as he stood behind her while she placed her purse on the edge of the sink and threw her lipstick into it, he couldn't help the pang of desire that ran through him. They were alone, after all. Who would ever know if they kissed? Who would ever know if they did more than kiss? The possibilities that ran through his mind were endless, propelling Oliver to stand closer to her, wrap his arms around her waist, and gently press a kiss to the side of her neck.

Felicity was caught unprepared for the sudden shower of affection from the only man she'd ever had so many conflicting feelings for. She stiffened as his arms locked around her waist, ready to bolt, but the soft touch of his lips against her skin managed to elicit a small gasp from her instead. She was instantly transported to a place she felt safe, warm, secure… loved. Closing her eyes, Felicity allowed herself to become engrossed in his touch, allowed it to was over her like a gentle rain.

Oliver's arms continued to pull her tighter against his chest as his lips traveled up her neck and along her jaw until they stopped at her ear, nibbling quickly on the lobe before continuing across her cheek until he reached her lips. Their first kiss was tender and slow, their mouths lingering against one another for several minutes. But the second brought passion, lust, and far more tongue than either one expected. His right hand slowly began to creep beneath her shirt, bunching up the fabric as his fingers neared their intended target: the soft slope of Felicity's firm breasts. He was quick to unhook her bra, allowing one to cascade into his palm. Her chest heaved with the sudden sensation of his fingers rolling and teasing her nipple, back arching, body writhing to feel even more of him.

His other hand took a different path along her body, slipping downward beneath the fabric of her tight black pants until it found her lacy panties. Fingers crept lower, cupping her dampening sex and stroking her clit through the flimsy fabric. Felicity moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss, not having broken for the last couple of minutes. Her lungs begged her to pull away, breathe in some air, but her mind told her to stay where she was, to keep her lips planted firmly against his.

Oliver broke away instead, needing air to continue, and wanting to remove the paisley shirt she'd worn that day. He pulled it over her head with his right hand, his left continuing its delicious strokes between her legs.

When she suddenly realized that her shirt was gone, Felicity was quick to cover her upper body with her hands, not wanting him to see all the blemishes that dotted it.

He stopped his gentle caress, immediately sensing something was wrong. He glanced up at the mirror to see her head down, her hands wrapped around herself as if she didn't want him to see her. "Felicity," Oliver softly whispered, hoping to regain her attention. She looked up from beneath her long, dark lashes, but didn't dare make eye contact. His gaze searched down her body to find the source of her discomfort and fear, but his azure eyes found nothing.

Felicity wanted to run, to hide, to get away from here. She feared that after he saw all her imperfections, he'd turn away in disgust, never wanting to lay eyes on her again. But the look she found on his face was one of understanding and thoughtfulness, wonder even, as his fingers traced across her abdomen, causing an even greater pang of lust to bolt through her veins. He was unknowingly teasing her and it was beginning to drive her nuts. Her head rolled back against his hard shoulder, eyes closing again as his right hand traced back up her abdomen and began caressing her breasts again while his left started its gentle stroke between her legs again.

"Oliver," she moaned as his fingers dipped beneath her panties and filtered through the downy hair covering her sex. He stroked her outer lips, feeling her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his other hand continued to fondle her breasts. Before she even had time to sort out all the emotions and sensations flowing through her body, Felicity felt Oliver's finger plunge deep into her saturated pussy, causing her to cry out in sheer ecstasy. His thumb soon found its way to her swollen clit, gently stroking it as her hips rocked to the rhythm of his caresses.

After finding her mouth and latching onto it for another deep, searing kiss, Oliver let his right hand trail down her abdomen to find the clasp of her pants. He undid it quickly, letting the black fabric simply fall on its own accord as he hooked his finger around the elastic band of her lacy black panties and slowly slid them down her delicate hips. Once both garments had fallen to the floor at her ankles, he maneuvered her away from them, his left hand never releasing its hold, continuing its strong, gentle strokes. His right hand returned to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh like dough.

Felicity's moans increased in intensity as his strokes came harder and faster against her clit. Through half lidded eyes, she watched Oliver work his magic on her body, one hand massaging her breasts as the other played with her pussy. It turned her on even more, her body flushing red as beads of sweat trickled down over her skin.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "I think… I think…" Her voice trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as a wave of extreme pleasure radiated throughout her body. His fingers had found the spot that made her ache and relentlessly massaged it until she was nearly writhing in ecstasy.

"You think what?" Oliver whispered in her ear, the dominance present in his voice. It was a nice change to be the one in control for once. He slowed his fingers to the point where they nearly stopped their torturous pleasure.

Felicity cried out when she felt him slow his ministrations. Her release was so close she could feel it, and the pain of having to wait it out was unbearable. Answering him was the only way he'd free her from the torture. "I think… I'm going... to cum," she whispered between ragged breaths, the need lacing her voice as she spoke.

"I think I'm going to make you wait," Oliver replied as he slowly began removing his fingers from her saturated pussy.

"No!" Felicity cried, her hands immediately closing over his to stop him. "Please, no." The need in her voice was clear now.

Oliver smiled a wicked smile as his right hand took her chin and directed her face to the mirror. "Alright," he said, "but I want you to watch."

She nodded as he began stroking her again, this time at a frantic pace. It didn't take long for the pleasure to build up. Felicity thrust her hips, driving him to go as deep as he could, reach as far as his fingers would go while she watched her reflection in the mirror, his hand never moving from her chin as he watched as well, the devilish smile continuing to play on his lips. Her breathing came in sharp gasps the closer she got to her release, and when it finally came upon her, she could feel her whole body shake down to its core as her orgasm radiated throughout every molecule of her being. Her knees gave out, but she felt his strong arm continue to hold her up until she was stable again. Even then he didn't let go.

Oliver slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Before he had a chance to move it anywhere, Felicity took his hand and gently brought it to her lips, taking his fingers in her mouth and slowly sucking on them. She watched the shock on his face through the reflection in the mirror as her tongue rolled around each digit, showing him what she was capable of. The hardness of his erection didn't escape her as it pressed against her back. She turned around to face him once his fingers were licked clean, letting his hand drop to his side as she rose on the tips of her toes to capture his mouth for a kiss.

Running her hands down his chest, Felicity found the buttons of his shirt and undid them, placing a kiss on every inch of flesh she exposed before continuing downward until she reached the final button. She was now on her knees, her hands reaching for his belt buckle to undo it as well as her lips continued to kiss the hard muscles of his abdomen, her tongue dipping into his naval every so often, causing him to gasp and run his fingers through her hair.

Her eyes fluttered up to find Oliver enjoying himself immensely. His head was rolled back and his azure eyes were squeezed shut. It made Felicity grin as she undid the button of his stone washed jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. But she didn't take his pants off just yet, deciding it would be more fun to exact revenge for his little power trip just a few moments earlier.

Running her hand over the throbbing bulge of his erection through his boxers, Felicity got the response she was looking for. It was something between a growl and a purr as his fingers filtered through her blonde hair, gently pulling it out of the rubber band that kept it pulled tight in a ponytail on top of her head.

"Do you like that, Oliver?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving his face as her hand continued to rub him through the cotton of his underwear. He nodded, eyes still shut while he enjoyed her caress. Felicity's grin widened as she gave him a light squeeze, making his breath hitch and his hand tug her hair a little harder. "I think that's enough for today," she said.

Oliver's eyes shot open. He looked down at her in shock and agony. "No!" he almost yelled, until he noticed the look on her face. Felicity's grin gave it away. "Please, don't stop," Oliver begged, pulling her up so he could kiss her again.

"Well, if you put it that way…" Felicity's voice trailed off as their lips pressed together. She resumed her work, her fingers looping around the waistband of his jeans and slowly pulling them down his exceptionally sculpted hips. Oliver's boxers came off next, and finally, both of them were naked. She kneeled down in front of him, ready to begin what both of them had been anticipating.

Her warm, wet lips closed over the fat head of his cock and simply savored the hedonistic thrills and spicy flavor of the manhood filling her mouth. Felicity loved the feel of his hard flesh and the surging beat of his heart against the slow swirl of her tongue. Then, snaking her long, sensuous tongue through her wide, full, pouted lips, she coated his length with a volley of wet, lapping kisses. She used a well-practiced blend of licks and sucks over every hard inch and blood popped vein, a warm bath of pure female affection.

Felicity's incredibly experienced tongue teased the length of his bucking shaft before arriving at his omnipotent balls. She hummed around the hefty orbs, quickly bringing him to the brink of an orgasm as she worked her mouth hard, getting ready to suck him dry when he came. His hand suddenly dropped onto the back of her head, seeking to aid in her efforts.

"Oh, God, Felicity!" Oliver cried. "Don't stop."

She continued inflicting her tongue-lashing strokes as she began teasingly jerking testes with the tip of her tongue. Her lips meticulously tracing every line, crinkle, and fold of the quivering satchel, again taking the swollen orbs into the sanctity of her mouth and began sucking voraciously. As Felicity sucked on his balls, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began a rapid up-and-down motion.

"Oh, shit, Felicity, I think…" Oliver trailed off just as she had when he neared his climax. She knew the time was now. Moving rapidly back to the head of his cock, she closed her wide, full lips around him. Sucking hard, she bobbed up and down at a frantic, almost feverish pitch, digging her fingertips into his thighs, urging him to let go.

All at once, as expected, it happened. It was a long, slow, drawn out orgasm that ripped through Oliver's body, almost completely draining him of his energy. They both fell to the floor, with Felicity snugly tucked into his arms. "Damn, that was incredible," he whispered into her ear then kissed the top of her head.

"I'm glad you liked it," Felicity responded, making herself comfortable against his chest. They lay on the bathroom floor for a few more minutes before she sat up and began picking up her clothes.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Oliver asked, pulling her back down against him. "I'm not done with you just yet."

"Oh, really?" she skeptically replied, letting her clothes fall back to the floor. "What else did you have planned?"

"This," he answered, pulling her in for a deep kiss. They soon let go of each other, the need to be together present in both their eyes. Neither wanted this night to end, and wouldn't let it until they had fulfilled both their desires and fantasies.

Standing up, Oliver gently lifted her off the floor and walked out of the bathroom. His destination was the simple bed Felicity had bought him, and he delicately laid her down on top of the sheets, surveying her body in all its naked glory. It was something he'd fantasized doing ever since he realized he had feelings for her. Their gazes met as he stood before her, azure eyes gleaming with anticipation. Her hand rose up to reach for his, and soon he fell down beside her, wrapping himself around her like a second skin.

It wasn't long before their lips met in another kiss, this one not as rushed as the last. Oliver took his time, his hands never losing touch with her body as his fingers explored every inch of soft, delicate skin that fell beneath them. Felicity moaned into his mouth, reveling in his caresses as she allowed his tongue to slip between her lips. It ran across her gums before tracing a line up to the roof of her mouth.

She forgot how much fun it was to just kiss and not have to worry about what came next, even though it still entered her mind every once in a while, a reminder of what was to come. Smiling, she kissed back. Her hands found their way to the back of his head, grabbing onto the short strands of sandy hair she found there as her tongue discovered every little spot that made Oliver moan.

By now, his hands had traveled down the length of her body and settled on her ass, gently kneading the soft slopes with his fingers. Felicity wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing their bodies as physically close as possible. Slowly, they rolled over until she was on her back, allowing Oliver's lips to trail a path down her neck toward her breasts where his mouth stopped to suck on one perky nipple while his hand pinched and rolled the other until he decided to switch. She arched into him, her body writhing against his touch, desperate for more.

"Oliver," she whispered, her voice resonating with the strength of her conviction. Felicity could barely take anymore of his torture. He looked up at her, waiting for her to say it, for her to tell him. "I need you… in me… now…" Her voice wavered, eyes clearly begging him to fuck her.

Before going any further, Oliver stared into her eyes, their crystalline depths swallowing him whole as he gazed down at her. Felicity was bearing her soul to him, giving herself willingly. No longer was she afraid. She followed her heart, and it led her directly to him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his head down so their lips touched as he positioned himself above her. Oliver went slow, gently brushing the tip of his cock against her moist folds, coating it in her juices before pressing himself into her. Their eyes locked, and Felicity felt every single inch of his swollen shaft slide into her slick, hot center. A moan escaped from her throat as she threw her head back and tilted her hips up, taking him in all the way until he could go no further.

Their movements were slow, relaxed, unhurried. Felicity reveled in the gentle sway of Oliver's hips as he slowly pushed in then backed out. He'd lean down and kiss her sporadically, the soft moan of his name reverberating off the foundry walls, then trail down her neck toward her breasts, giving them more attention with his teeth and tongue. All the while, her hands snaked around his waist, nails digging into the scarred skin of his back with every thrust of his hips.

It was strange, Felicity thought, seeing this passionate and loving side of Oliver. She knew he had a big heart. Everything he did, from the way he stared at her when he thought she wasn't looking to the multitude of times he'd saved her in dangerous situations, let her know his feelings extended well beyond friendship. And now, it was in the way he made love to her that night, albeit at an achingly slow pace.

Wrapping her leg around his waist, Felicity thrust her hips a little harder than necessary and managed to roll forward, putting Oliver on his back. The stunned look in his eyes made her smile as she leaned down and placed a soft, reassuring kiss to his lips. She pushed herself into a sitting position then placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and began slowly increasing the pace.

Her body slid up and down his throbbing erections, his hips moving in time with hers so that each of her downward thrusts was met with and equally powerful upward one. Felicity could feel the wonderful ache of her impending orgasm building low in her belly as she maneuvered her body in such a way that his cock hit her sweet spot with every thrust.

Oliver knew when she began keening, Felicity was putty in his hands. He was quick to take control of the situation, flipping her onto her back once more as he started to thrust into her more forcefully, hitting that spot every time his hips ground into her. Bending down, he kissed her, his tongue rolling over her lips until she allowed him entry.

Their rhythm remained painfully slow as Oliver moved into a kneeling position. He grabbed Felicity's ankles and wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her lower body off the couch to meet his painfully slow thrusts. Placing one hand firmly on the mattress, he placed his other around her back. She raised both her arms and put them tightly around his neck. With her body lifted off the bed, only the tips of her long blonde hair touched the sheets.

Oliver swung her slowly, his pace quickening when she started to moan. Felicity felt as if her body defied gravity as she thrust herself onto his cock. Her head fell back with a silent cry, her eyes squeezing shut as pleasure worked its way from between her legs and up her spine. She could feel the strain in Oliver's shoulder as he held back, pushing her toward her release before he allowed himself his.

Burying his face in her neck, his lips found the pulse point and he began sucking on it relentlessly. Felicity couldn't hold on any longer. The threads of her orgasm began to unravel and soon she was crying out as it exploded into a white hot burst of pleasure that radiated out through every cell in her body. Her walls clamped around Oliver's cock, squeezing him tight until he came a few short seconds later, a feral growl vibrating his chest as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck.

"Oh, fuck!" Felicity cried as a second smaller orgasm ran through her from the sound he'd made. Her arms tightened around his neck, holding onto him for dear life until Oliver gently lowered her onto the bed and collapsed on top of her.

They lay panting for several minutes, trying to catch their breath as they came down from their high. Oliver rolled onto his side, wrapping a protective arm around her waist as she snuggled against his chest. Grabbing the neatly folded blanket from beneath the cot, he threw it over their cooling bodies before relaxing beside her.

The soft stillness that surrounded them began to lull Felicity to sleep. She burrowed her head beneath Oliver's chin then pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right above his heart and the scar that had brought her into his world. When she felt his lips against her forehead, she sighed, content and happy for the first time in a long time.

"I meant it," she heard Oliver whisper as he pulled back.

Gazing up at him, Felicity asked, "Meant what?"

His fingers stroked back the blonde strands of hair that had fallen into her face until his azure eyes could stare back at her clearly. "I love you," Oliver said as his palm flattened out against her cheek, cupping it gently. He'd known for quite some time now, well before Slade had put his plan into place, well before Barry Allen had come breezing into town. He'd loved her ever since he'd stepped into her office that fateful day with a bullet-riddled laptop and a ridiculous lie she saw right through.

Felicity's response was simple: she craned her neck until her lips could reach his and kissed him. All her thoughts and preconceived notions from earlier that evening fell away. They were quickly replaced with a happiness and a lightness she hadn't felt in quite some time. "I love you too," she finally whispered back and watched as a heart warming smile blossomed on his face. It made her heart flutter in her chest as her fingers traced his lips.

Never in her life had Felicity felt this happy. Never in her life had she been this content. Feeling Oliver kiss her fingers, she giggled, then snuggled into his chest once more as their arms wrapped around each other. "Good night," she whispered, yawning then closing her eyes.

"Good night," he murmured into her hair before pressing one more kiss to her forehead.

Just before Felicity drifted off, she heard Oliver add, "I love you." She tried to mumble something in response, that she loved him too, but wasn't sure she was coherent enough to be understood. The soft rumble of his chest as he chuckled let her know he got the gist of it before he said, "Go to sleep, baby." And she did; happy, content, and very much loved.