For ohmypreciousgirl, naturemanda and andymcnope on tumblr who wanted body shots. Smoaking Canarrow style.
It was like a scene out of every college fantasy he'd ever had.
He'd come down the foundry steps silently, vaguely wondering where everyone had gone. Diggle had the night off, but Felicity should be here, and he hadn't seen Sara behind the bar upstairs. As he started to strip out of his gear, removing his hood and mask and putting his bow where it belonged, he'd heard a low moan and a giggle from somewhere near the back of the lair. Instinct had him freezing, muscles clenched, ready to attack, before he identified the two voices - Felicity and Sara. Curious, he followed the sounds of soft laughter and froze when he found Felicity sprawled on a spare medical table, shirt and bra discarded on the floor, nipples rosy and tight in the cool air.
Sara was walking her fingers down the valley between Felicity's breasts, grinning, reaching out to tweak a nipple with her thumb while Felicity moaned.
She licked a stripe beneath one mound and reached to Felicity's other side, grabbing a salt shaker that stood next to a bottle of tequila and a bowl of lime slices that Oliver hadn't noticed, because, well, yeah… She shook some salt out onto the damp stripe, and unscrewed the cap on the tequila.
"Ready?" she asked Felicity breathlessly.
Felicity didn't respond, just opened her mouth, and God, Oliver was already hard imagining the possibilities. Sara poured a little bit of tequila into Felicity's mouth, then promptly licked the salt from her skin, nipping slightly, and then leaned over and kissed her.
The kiss was deep, intense. Oliver could imagine Sara's tongue sweeping through Felicity's mouth, capturing every last drop of tequila, the saltiness on her tongue permeating Felicity's senses as well. He clenched his jaw, palms itching to touch both of them as Sara pulled away smirking, and grabbed two lime slices, biting into one and handing the other down to Felicity, like some delicious and oh-so-wrong twist on the story of Eden.
Felicity hummed in appreciation, and Sara smiled before looking up, straight at him.
"We have an audience," she said softly, nodding her head towards Oliver.
Felicity turned and let out a surprised little, "Oh!"
The quiet settled around them as Oliver tensed, wondering what would happen next, now that he'd been caught.
Then, eyes never leaving his, Felicity slowly brought her wrist up to her mouth and licked the inside. Sara shook some salt onto the delicate skin and then Felicity was reaching the same hand out to him.
"Want a taste?"