Chapter Four: The Date

Felicity waited for Oliver in the hotel lobby. She was not going to wait for the playboy in her room. She did not trust him to not try to make a move. Especially, not when she was dressed like she was. She was wearing a clingy, red dress that was scrunched like an accordion. Its skirt falling mid-thigh. The top part was off the shoulder that clung just below her cleavage. Her hair was down, in curls, and fell over her right shoulder. She wore a deep crimson lipstick and she decided to go a little light on the eye makeup. She had a red clutch purse that matched her dress and a pair of patent black heels, with red soles to finish off her look.

"Oh, wow," Oliver said from behind her.

Felicity turned and looked at him and he was speechless at the front view of her.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she said. "Not that you don't always look good. You just look really good in a suit. Not that you don't look good out of a suit."

Felicity blanched when she realized what she just said.

"I mean in everyday clothes not naked, because I've never seen you naked. Though, I bet you look good naked," Felicity said. Her blush deepening with every word she said. "I'm going to shut up now."

Oliver smiled. He was wearing a gray suit. Tailored to fit. A white button down was covered by the opened jacket and he didn't wear a tie. His black shoes shined like new. His hair was combed neatly.

"Thank you," he said finding his voice. "You look gorgeous by the way."

"Thanks," Felicity said.

"Shall we?" Oliver asked as he placed his hand on the small of her back.

Felicity nodded.

As they stepped out into the warm air of Starling City, Oliver leaned into Felicity.

"By the way, I do look good naked," he said in a whisper that oozed his cockiness.

Felicity laughed.

They rode in Oliver's silver Porsche to the Japanese Restaurant that he had planned to take her since the moment he met her.

"I hope you like Japanese," he said.

"I do," Felicity said a little impressed.

They were seated in a secluded area.

"So, where are you from?" Oliver asked after they placed their orders.

"Las Vegas," Felicity answered honestly.

Oliver smiled at her answer and then preceded to ask question Felicity rather not answered. He asked about her mother.

"She's my mother," was the only answer Felicity gave.

Oliver asked about her father.

She said nothing about the man who abandoned her. She pressed her lips together.

Oliver took the hint.

"Well, my Mom is great, a bit bossy, but I love her. My Dad is also great. He tries to spend as much time with us as he can. And my sister, Thea, she just turned 12. She's…"

"Let me guess, she's great," Felicity said with a cheeky smile as she held back the urge to roll her eyes.

"She is," Oliver said with a chuckle. "She's a bit noisy but I love her."

Felicity couldn't help but laugh. She was surprised to find herself genuinely interested in Oliver before his playboy antics.

"How did you know where to find me?" she asked suspiciously.

"Hm..." Oliver hummed.

"How did you know I would be at the coffee shop?"

"I was on my way to your hotel and saw you in the window," Oliver answered with a triumphant smile.

"How did you know I would be at the Computer store?"

"I asked one of your professors."

"And how did you know where I was staying?"

"I bribed the receptionist."

Felicity frowned at Oliver's smug smile. He wasn't even a bit ashamed.

Felicity was going to question when their food came. She decided she wasn't going to say much more to the man. But Oliver didn't care. He wanted to get to know her. Felicity answered his question as vaguely as she could. When their meals had been eaten and the bill had been paid, Oliver suggested on going to a bar. Bored with the way the evening was going, Felicity agreed hoping that she could get a little fun out of this date.

"So, are you single," Oliver asked downing his drink.

"Isn't that something you ask before you ask the girl out?"

Oliver shrugged.

"Well, are you?"

"Maybe," Felicity said in a sing-song voice. She was three shots in.

She was thinking of Cooper Sheldon, someone she liked back at MIT but they were just fuck buddies at the moment. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be something more with him. But Oliver didn't need to know that.

Oliver smiled at her.

"What about you?" Felicity asked.

"What about me?" he asked.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Oliver made a whining knows as he leaned back in his chair.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say otherwise."

Oliver had the sense to look ashamed. He did have a girlfriend, Laurel Lance and they weren't on break at the moment. In fact, everything was going well between them.

The waiter placed their drinks on the table.

Felicity took a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea and Oliver had some rum concoction she didn't quite get the name of.

"So, who is she?" Felicity asked.

"Laurel."

"I bet she's gorgeous."

"She is," Oliver said with a loving smile.

"You love her?"

"Yeah," Oliver said shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

"Then why are you out with me?"

Her question struck home. Laurel was smart and beautiful and endlessly forgiving. Oliver just couldn't seem to keep himself faithful to her.

"I don't know," he said with a shrug.

Felicity stared at him with knowing eyes and he stared back. Normally he would have turned his gaze from anyone who gave him that look, but there was something about Felicity.

"Do you want to be with her right now?"

"No, for the past couple of days, I've only wanted to be with you," Oliver said honestly.

It was true. For the last two days, the only woman on his mind had been Felicity. She just sparked something inside him that Laurel never did. Usually he would be afraid of such feelings, but somehow with Felicity he wasn't afraid. He only wanted to be near her.

"I'm not here to talk about Laurel," he said. "I'm here with you and that's all that matters."

Felicity continued to stare at him. She could see the honesty in his eyes. For the first time that night and since she's met him, she felt something more with him.

She smiled and reached out to touch his hand.

Oliver returned the smile and wrapped his hand around hers. For a moment it was like no one else existed. The world stood still and Oliver thought that all he needed in his world was Felicity.

Felicity blushed.

"Are you a virgin?" Oliver asked unexpectedly.

Felicity gave a small laugh and removed her hand from his to grab her drink. She took a large gulp of the drink before she answered.

"I'm not," she said simply.

Oliver smiled.

"So, who was it?" He boldly asked.

Felicity smiled again before taking another gulp of her Long Island Iced Tea. She placed her glass back on the table.

"Joshua Holland, she answered. "It was my senior year of high school. We both didn't want to go off to college virgins."

"He was older?" Oliver asked.

"By like a year and a half. It wasn't bad but it wasn't great either. You know how some people remembered their first time as romantic and perfect, special. Not for me. It was so…"

"Ordinary," Oliver finished.

"Yeah," Felicity said with a shrug.

There was a pause as Oliver processed the information.

"Brittany Carver," Oliver said suddenly. "We were both 15. We were at a party and it just happened."

"15, huh?" Felicity said. "I'd thought you would have been younger."

Oliver frowned.

"Believe it or not, I do have some limits," Oliver said sounding slightly offended. "And any younger than 15 would have been asking for trouble."

He left it at that.

Felicity was kind of shocked at the look on Oliver's face. This was the first time she saw him so series.

"Okay, good to know," she said nervously as she reached for her drink again and took sip of the drink to stop herself from babbling out something stupid. She then, cleared her throat.

"Favorite movie?" she asked changing the subject.

Oliver smiled and the playboy billionaire was back.

"Of all time?" he asked leaning forward.

They continued to talk for what felt like an hour before Oliver decided that they should leave.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Felicity asked and Oliver smiled.

He stood still holding her hand and helping her stand. He reached in his pocket and threw down a large sum of money, not really caring how much he left behind. When they made it to the car, Oliver took his chance and kissed her. Felicity thought of pushing him away, but Oliver Queen was a damn good kisser. Instead, she buried one hand in his hair and the other clutched his shoulder. One of Oliver's hands was wrapped around her back, while the other grabbed her ass pulling Felicity closer.

As the minutes passed, the kiss became more passionate and the lust grew between them. They were oblivious to the world as their kiss drew on, hardly breaking for breath. They were practically humping each other as the grouped at the other's body. What made them stop was a passing officer who cleared her throat and politely asked them to take their display somewhere else.

Reluctantly, they parted and got into the car. Oliver pulled Felicity into another kiss before driving off towards her hotel.

Patience wasn't a favorite thing as they drove through the streets of Starling city and they soon made their way, safely, to the closest hotel, not Felicity's. It was too far in both of their opinions.

They kissed slowly and passionately as they exited the car and barely remembered making into the building, getting a room, or entering the room. They were so attached to each other and didn't bother fully undressing as they stood in the room.

It was Felicity who smiled up at Oliver and stepped back from him to make her way to the bed. There, she kicked off her heels and slipped of her panties. Oliver visibly gulped as he pulled off his jacket before crossing the room quickly and grabbing Felicity to kiss her again.

They fell back onto the bed. Felicity wrapped her legs around Oliver's waist and Oliver shoved up the skirt of her dress to her waist. Felicity worked on unbuckling Oliver's belt and all-the-while, they were kissing.

Once, Oliver was free of his belt, Felicity unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down the zip. She stroked him through his underwear. Oliver was quick to move her hands away. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the condom, teared open its wrapper and pulled it on. Then, he used one of his hand to test her before pushing down his pants and underwear her and in the next breath, he was inside her.

Felicity gasped at the feeling. It was a pleasant kind of feeling. Oliver was the biggest she's ever had but nothing she couldn't handle.

When Oliver moved, Felicity couldn't help but bite her lip and Oliver couldn't help but kiss her. Oliver's movements were not gentle, but quick and passionate. Felicity's hands were on Oliver's chest, her thumbs moving across his nipples causing him to snap his hips fiercely and Felicity loved the feeling. In turn, Oliver pinched one of her nipples. This made Felicity clench around him.

Oliver moved from his mouth from her lips and began kissing Felicity's neck. His hands moved down to her as he thrust. Felicity threw her head back. One of her hands dug into Oliver's hair and the other was buried within her own.

Then they were moving together. Their pleasure increased. It just kept building and building until something shattered within them. First, Felicity, then Oliver. They stayed entwine for a few more moments before Oliver rolled over.

In minutes, they were a sleep.

END OF CH. 4