Apologies for the delay in updating this. I got caught up in another fandom (Sherlock). Also, I wasn't really sure where I want this to go. Anyway, here's a small chapter (sorry) to let you know this fic is still alive and kicking. As always, please let me know what you think!
Oliver was thinking, through the haze, that he needed to tell Felicity that he had been thinking about her already before this whole thing happened. He couldn't remember why he needed to tell her, though. What had she said?
He wanted to tell her that it wasn't just the drug, it had just given him a push, but he had been harboring feelings of his own. Unfortunately, he seemed unable to form any of these thoughts out loud. He gave another frustrated growl.
He looked up and caught Felicity's gaze. She was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. Her stance made it pretty clear that she did not intend to continue with any of this until she had heard some sort of confirmation from him.
Oliver tried to focus his attention. "Felicity", he managed. His voice was a deep, low growl that made Felicity shiver. "It's not … It's not the drugs, it's you." Well, that had certainly sounded more eloquent in his head. He tried again. "I like you." Smooth, Oliver, very smooth, he chided himself. She is beautiful and smart and way too good for you and perfect in a dozen different ways and this is what you tell her. I like you. Fantastic.
To his utter surprise, Felicity started smiling at him. Then she walked away. Oliver was feeling very confused and, for once, he didn't think it was caused by the drug-induced haze. Then Felicity returned with the keys to the handcuffs in her hand.
Oliver shook his head vehemently. Nonononono. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Felicity put her free hand on Oliver's cheek and tilted his face up, so that they locked eyes once more. "I trust you. Nothing is going to happen here that I don't want to happen." Oliver looked into her eyes and wished that he could have the same absolute belief in himself that Felicity seemed to have in him.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and grabbed the sides of the stretcher. He could feel Felicity removing the handcuffs and even though it was just a slight brush of fingertips on his skin, it send a shiver through him. He fought for the last remnants of his self control and stubbornly held on to the stretcher.
The next thing he felt were Felicity's hands on his chest as she leaned down to kiss him again. This turned out to be the chaste kiss that Felicity had intended on the first try. Largely because Oliver was employing every last ounce of his steel nerves not to let himself lose control. Felicity might be convinced that he was still in control of his actions, but Oliver wasn't so sure what would happen if he let himself get carried away. He was aware that he was likely fighting a losing battle.
Then Felicity moaned in his mouth and Oliver could have sworn that he actually heard a snapping sound in his head as the last of his self control dissolved. In one swift movement, he grabbed Felicity and turned them around on the stretcher so that he was now on top with her pinned under him. He pulled back a little and gave her a wicked grin that made Felicity doubt her decision to uncuff him while simultaneously melting her insides. He was sprawled on top of her, looking for all the world like a big cat that had cornered its prey. Felicity doubted that it was healthy that she was turned on by this thought, but there it was. She was also acutely aware that he was naked from the waist down. Oliver seemed to be remembering that as well and leaned back to take off his shirt.
Then, he ripped open her blouse without even an attempt at unbuttoning it. Almost instantly, his hands and mouth were all over her and Felicity dazedly wondered if this drug was contagious, since her higher brain functions were definitely shutting down.