Chapter 7

~`^`~ Oliver ~`^`~

Oliver had never felt such bliss in his entire life. He knew then and there that his and Felicity's relationship was most definitely more meaningful and powerful than every other relationship he had ever had. He ran his nose up her neck and inhaled her sent enthusiastically. She sighed with pleasure in response. Oliver could feel how overcome Felicity was with joy and it made him happy in return.

Felicity closed her eyes and gave a small smile. Exhaustion had definitely hit her. Night had finally fallen and it was obvious she needed sleep. Wrapping his limbs around her, Oliver grabbed the blanket off from the back of the couch where they were laid. Felicity curled her body against his as Oliver covered both of their naked bodies with the blanket. Content and happy, both of them relaxed.

After they had both been asleep for a few hours, Oliver was woken by Felicity murmuring in her sleep, "Hmmm. Oliver. No. Oliver." Her sleep was obviously fitful. The frown line between her eyes was apparent and she unconsciously pulled him closer to her. Oliver gently brushed his lips against her forehead and he felt her relax as a result.

After falling asleep for a few more hours, Oliver woke to a bright living room. Felicity was lying next to him on the couch, staring at him. "Good morning," she said with a smile. "Good morning," he replied back with a sleepy smile of his own. As Oliver kissed Felicity's neck her stomach gave a loud growl. She hid her head, obviously embarrassed.

"Breakfast," Oliver commanded.

"It's closer to lunch, actually," teased Felicity back.

Oliver groaned and rubbed his hand across his face. "I wish we didn't need to get up," said Oliver tiredly.

"Me too," admitted Felicity.

"Okay. Shower, then brunch," Felicity said.

"Done," Oliver grinned, standing up from the couch and pulling Felicity with him. Oliver grabbed their clothes off the floor in the living room and placed his hand in Felicity's. They walked slowly to Felicity's bedroom clothes-in-arm. He dropped both of their clothes on an obliging chair in Felicity's room as they continued to walk hand-in-hand toward her bathroom.

Felicity's bathroom was relatively small. She had a phone booth shower and an aged-looking bathtub next to it. Felicity opened the shower glass door and reached into the shower to turn on the hot water. After having decided the water temperature was ideal, Felicity turned to Oliver. "Join me?" she asked. Oliver didn't need words to respond. He grinned, following Felicity into the stream of hot water. Oliver closed the shower door behind him and moved in closely to Felicity. The water spilled over both of them in the small confines of the shower. Oliver pressed his chest against Felicity's bare back. She sighed and sagged against him in delight. He moved himself forward and he could feel his dick pushed firmly against her rear. He sighed with frustration when Felicity turned to face him.

Felicity grabbed a bottle of shower gel and handed it to Oliver. It smelled musky and somehow slightly floral. It must be the reason Felicity always smelled so good. Felicity ran some more water through her thick blonde hair then turned to a large bottle that had been sitting next to the shower gel. She pumped many pumps of a solid white cream into her hand and began to massage into her hair. It smelled like green tea and gardenias. When Felicity had completed the routine with her hair, Oliver put a small amount of shower gel into his hand and rubbed his palms together. Felicity mirrored his motion, getting the body cleanser to lather as well.

With foam covering his hands, Oliver reached over to Felicity and began to spread the body wash on her wet skin. Felicity moved forward to do the same to him. Oliver glided his hands over her torso, probably spending more time than necessary on her breasts. Felicity dragged her hands across Oliver's chest, tracing each one of his scars, the tattoo given to him by John Constantine and the other representing his position in the Russian mob. After finishing washing her arms and neck, Oliver grasped her and awkwardly tried to wash her back while she was facing him. He continued to do the same on her buttocks, kneading them softly. Felicity moved her hands up and down his neck and arms, obviously reveling in the feel of his sculpted muscles that he worked so hard to cultivate.

Oliver bent down and slid his hands up and around Felicity's legs, drinking in how beautiful they were. He saw her muscles begin to tremble when he was washing her inner thighs. He slowly brought his hand up to her sex and palmed it swiftly. Though he had barely touched her, she inhaled sharply in response. When he was done washing her, Felicity indicated with her finger that Oliver should turn around. He awkwardly twisted 180 degrees in the cramped shower, his back now facing Felicity. He felt her squirt more shower gel into her palm. She started to massage the foam into his back muscles and down his ribcage. When she reached his backside, he felt her kneel onto the floor behind him. She firmly massaged his rear end. Sighs of delight kept coming from him.

Oliver felt Felicity's hands move steadily down his long powerful legs and to his feet. "Turn," she said when she was finished. When he turned back around to face her, he found Felicity facing his substantial length. He had grown under her massage, and he knew she could tell he desired her this way. Felicity ran her still foamy hands up and down his length and into the hair above it. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her small deft fingers.

When he shifted his weight, the water streamed down both of their bodies, effectively rinsing off all of their body wash. When their skin was rinsed and clean, Oliver looked into Felicity's eyes from where she still knelt on the shower floor. He thought she looked slightly hesitant but determined. She gripped him firmly, leaned forward and opened up her lips, hovering over his tip. She slowly slid him into her hot mouth. Oliver sucked air through his teeth harshly as a result. He could feel Felicity drawing back on his dick and moving forward again. She had sheathed her teeth and had her mouth pressed against him firmly with every movement. She drew him in and he felt himself hit the back of her throat.

"Ahh," moaned Oliver, gripping the wet shower walls. Felicity started drawing him into her mouth and pulling back out with greater confidence. Her tongue swirled up and down him with her every motion and she sucked him hard when she moved back towards the tip of his erection.

He continued to hit the back of her throat every time she moved her mouth forward. His pleasure was building higher and higher every moment. She firmly fondled his backside. He moaned in satisfaction. Felicity moved her left hand up to his the hair above his dick. She brought him deeply into her throat again and tugged roughly on his pubic hair. With that he dove off the edge. Unintentionally pushing himself further into her throat, he stilled and felt himself cum into her willing mouth.

After he had finished, Felicity withdrew him from her mouth. She licked and sucked his skin up his torso as she got back to her feet. She reached his collar bone and began sucking even harder. Oliver lowered his mouth to hers and began kissing her intensely. He could taste his salty flavor on her when he slid his tongue into her mouth. She was amazing.

After rinsing her hair, Felicity turned off the water and opened the shower doors with Oliver following close behind. Felicity squeezed the water out of her hair, soaking the carpet floor mat under her feet in the process. She ran her fingers through her still saturated hair, letting it fall around her breasts.

Oliver watched her intently. As she went to reach for the towels hanging on the wall, Oliver saw the beads of water streaming from her hair, down her breasts, clinging to her nipples, sliding down her abdomen, and then dampening the hair between her legs, causing it to glisten with the moisture. Before Felicity could even reach the towels, Oliver took two powerful steps toward her, grabbing and kissing her firmly.