Author's note: Okay, this fic stems from a prompt from: kaly18! (thank you very much for the prompt!) Enjoy the chapter, everyone!
"It's time to go." Oliver whispered in Felicity's ear as she typed on her computer. The two had stayed at the office late to finish up their work at Queen Consolidated. Lately, they had both been neglecting there cover work in favor of their arrow work.
"One more minute." She said dismissively as she waved her hand in his direction.
"Felicity." He warned.
"Don't get all growly on me." She wagged a finger at him. "This is what you get for making me your EA. I told you it was a bad idea."
"How about I make leaving worth your while?" He said as he stood behind her and kissed her neck. She sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned back into her desk chair.
"Hmm. That feels good." She smiled up at him.
"It can feel even better if we get out of here." He promised as he let his hand travel up and down her arm.
"Mr. Queen, are you trying to seduce me?" She faked shock.
"Well, Ms. Smoak, that depends. Is it working?" He inquired.
"Yeah, a little too well." She shut her computer down and stood up, walking from her desk to the closet. She turned around and winked at him then made her way out. He jogged to catch up to her.
Twenty minutes had passed before Oliver was kissing her in the hallway of her town house. His hands were intertwined in her blonde hair and she was gripping the lapels of his suit jacket with ferocity. He let his hands travel down the side of her body until they landed at her hips. She moaned contently and leaned into him even more, grinding their hips together a little bit. He reached for her thighs and hiked her up so that he was carrying her. Felicity, now the taller one, kissed him deeper, savoring the feeling of having him so close. Oliver walked them blindly into her bedroom ensuring that their lips didn't part for more than a second. When his leg finally hit the bed, he knew he was exactly where he wanted to be, so he began to lower her down. Instead of landing on the soft bed, however, they ended up on the hard floor. He had completely missed the bed and they had both flopped on the ground.
"Are you okay?" Oliver asked with concern. She had landed on top of him which made him only slightly happier because he hadn't totally crushed her. She couldn't help but laugh. "Felicity?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said in between bursts of laughter.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked while looking her up and down to make sure she was in tact.
"Nope. No harm no foul." She tried to stand up, but when she went to lift herself up, her wrist crumbled under the pressure. "Okay, maybe a little harm." She rolled off of him so she was sitting up next to him. Felicity then got a good look at her wrist. As soon as she saw it, she hid it behind her back. He propped himself up on his elbows to gain a better look.
"Let me see." He said reaching for her wrist.
"No, really, it's fine." She knew how guilty he would feel if he actually saw the purple color that her wrist was starting to turn. He tilted his head at her and practically plead with his eyes to let him see. "Oliver..." He held his hand out waiting for her to show him.
She bit her lip and then pulled her arm out from behind her back.
"Oh God, Felicity, I am so sorry. Let me grab you some ice." Oliver said quickly as he jumped to his feet. Before Felicity had the chance to tell him she was okay, he ran out of the room. She used her good arm to help herself up off the floor and then slid onto her bed. He came back a moment later with a bag filled with ice. He sat next to her and put his arm out, beckoning her to lay beside him. She smiled and then curled into his side so that she wasn't leaning on the injured wrist. She leaned against him as he held the bag of ice against the purpling area. Initially, she jumped from the pressure and the cold on her wrist, but she relaxed against him. He kissed her head and fiddled with her hair with his free hand. She could sense the guilt that was accumulating in his chest.
"Oliver, I'm really okay. I think you might be overreacting a little bit." She whispered.
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." He promised.
"Please don't make this a big deal. All we did was fall off a bed." He didn't answer her. She knew this was going to get awkward- well, it already was. "Okay, I know how you can make it up to me."
"Name it." He said and then pressed a kiss to her hair.
"There's mint chip in the freezer. Want to scoop me out some?" He laughed at her request and got up to do what she asked.
Later on, when they had both finished their ice cream, they had started kissing again. Oliver was on top of her, being extremely mindful of her arm. However, Felicity was tired of being underneath him. She wanted a change in position, so she locked her foot against his calf and flipped. She realized a little too late that they had been teetering on the edge of the bed. He ended up flying off the bed and landing on the floor with an 'oomph."
"Oliver?!" She asked as she sat up on the bed. "Holy-...Are you okay?!" He laid on the floor for a second silent and unmoving before he started laughing even harder than Felicity had forty five minutes earlier.
"You scared me!" She yelled.
"You threw me off the bed!" He countered back. They looked at each other for a moment and then both broke out in laughter.
"Maybe we should hold off on sex for the night." Oliver suggested. "Try again tomorrow?"
"I think that might be a good idea." Felicity agreed. "Maybe a good night's sleep is what we need."
"What we really need is a bigger bed." He said and then joined her in the bed. "Or maybe just better depth perception."
Author's Note Two: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Thank you very much for all of your kind reviews. I truly appreciate them.