A/N: Bonus chapter! I couldn't ignore the awesomeness that was the Flarrow. This chapter I hope reflects the feel of 1x08 of Flash and how that episode could have affected these two within the context of this story.
Thank you so much for sticking with me. There are two more episodes until I catch up and they will both be posted before 3x10 airs.
Hope you enjoy! Pleas let me know what you think!
It took Felicity far too long to realize that their hotel rooms in Central City had a connecting door. In fact it wasn't until they had returned that first night, after her shirt had been set on fire by Barry and she'd mumbled out an excuse about why she was wearing a STAR Labs t-shirt that she knew both Digg and Oliver didn't believe that she saw the narrow sliver of light shining through the slightly opened door.
Tip-toeing across the thin carpet she peeked her head inside to see the telltale signs that Oliver had already been in. His suitcase was open on the bed and she could hear the sound of the shower.
There had been a shift since they'd left Starling, each mile further away somehow erasing the months of tension and uncertainty and wrongness that had been hanging over them. He was lighter. She was lighter.
The small touches she'd missed during the daytime were back. His hand at her elbow as she exited the train, a smile that reached his eyes when he said he'd carry her bag and their fingers overlapped.
Considering where those fingers had been on her body she shouldn't be focusing on such a small innocent touch, but it represented normalcy, and the idea that they could actually make it work, that both sides of the world they'd been living in could come together as a whole, complete relationship.
As she stood in the doorway, hand hesitating on the frame a thought crossed her mind and her skin immediately flushed, blood thrumming through her veins as she imagined him naked, hot water flowing over his skin. She swallowed heavily once and pulled the door open all the way.
By the time she hit the marble of the bathroom she'd already stepped out of her skirt and was pulling the borrowed shirt over her head.
The mirrors and door were fogged from steam but she could see the outline of his body as he stood facing the showerhead. When his hands paused atop his head for just a second she knew he was aware of her presence, but he didn't turn around.
Quickly she shed her underwear and bra, letting them fall to the floor at her feet as she slipped off her glasses and pulled her hair out it's band.
The door to the shower opened just as she reached for the handle.
She stepped in quickly, letting the door shut behind her with a soft snick, hot water immediately hitting her as he took half a step forward to make room in the confined space.
But she had no need for space and closed the gap between them, her peaked nipples and the tips of her fingers on his hips their only point of contact. She watched the muscles in his back twitch, and ripple as her breasts brushed his skin, dipping her head to watch where the water rolled over him so she could trace it with her touch.
A low noise came from his throat when she followed one stream of water across his lower back and over the curve of his ass, moving so slowly she wondered if he could even feel her, but by the fine tremors she saw course through him she knew he could.
"Hi," she said softly, finding a scar high on his right thigh she'd never noticed before.
"Hi," he breathed out in reply, "You going to share the real reason you were wearing Allen's shirt?"
She laughed lightly at that, sending little pricks of electricity zipping through her as her breasts rubbed against him, "Nope. And it belonged to the lab, not Barry."
"I'd rather we not talk about him while we're both naked if that's okay."
"You brought it up," she reminded him, lips pressing into his dragon tattoo.
She felt his shoulders lift as he prepared to respond and then let out a half irritated exhale that made her smile into his skin, dropping kiss after kiss as she worked her way along the scared and inked flesh, before turning her attention to where her fingers were still exploring lower.
She took her time, following one trail and then another, getting infinitesimally closer each time until her breasts were pressed flush into him and her hip met the outside of his thigh. He'd half turned towards her and when his left palm moved back to grip her leg she let out a rushing breath at the contact.
With that she moved forward until they were touching from her forehead pushed into his shoulder blade all the way down to her dark pink painted toes that slightly overlapped the edge of his foot. Both her arms came up to band about his waist, hands running over every bit of muscled flesh she could reach until she brushed the head of his erect cock and a strangled moan that could have been her name burst past his lips.
She worked by touch alone, unable to see around him, but she knew by the way he gripped her thigh tighter and the minute jerks of his hips as she slowly began to stroke his hard length that touch alone was good enough.
Her other hand traced the cuts of muscle that ran from his hip inwards, strumming over the taut skin of his belly and the dips and valleys of his abs as she continued to work him. His breaths became more ragged, and when she used her thumb to cut over the head of his cock his hand flashed up to capture her wrist.
In an instant she found herself pressed against the cold tiles, his mouth hungrily latched onto hers as their lips met a bit sloppily at first before he slowed his assault to suck her lower lip into his mouth, teeth biting down and sending waves of desire straight to her core.
His hands skimmed over her ribs, down to cup her hips and over the roundness of her ass before they returned northwards, finding her breasts as they did. She arched into him as he kneaded and pinched, somehow knowing exactly how far to pull or tweak to give her pleasure instead of pain.
When he grasped her waist and hitched up higher, only her toes could touch the ground, but he was supporting her weight as he dipped his head to suck one pink tip into his mouth. He took a hard draw that left her writhing, trying to grab onto his wet hair as a warm glow that had nothing to do with the hot water began to flush across her skin.
She was lifted another few inches and had no choice but to bring her legs up around his middle, both of them faltering when he brushed against her center. A strangled, desperate sound emerged from low in her throat unable to stop her hips from thrusting forward to feel him positioned just between her outer lips.
The light in the shower was bright. Brighter than any other light they'd been in. The shadows and barely lit spaces had worked before, but Central City seemed to be forcing them out of the shadows and when he lifted his head to look up at her, the pain and regret she'd grown used to seeing wasn't there, instead she just saw lust and love and hope.
Her hips stopped rocking against his as she reached up to gently stroke his cheek, "Maybe we should continue this on the bed," she suggested huskily, knowing if they had sex in the shower it would be over all too soon.
His lips quirked upwards as he stared at her before wickedly rolling his pelvis in a way that had her seeing stars. She gasped in surprise, hands clutching his shoulders as he drew back until he was just positioned at her entrance.
Neither of them blinked as he began to push into her so slowly it stole her breath away.
"Maybe, we should start here and finish out there."
His words were short and clipped as he struggled to keep from plunging into her in one swift move.
Inch by agonizing inch he sunk in and she was sure she'd stopped breathing. Her head fell back, his mouth flicking over her neck as he continued to torture them both.
He was more than halfway inside when he paused, she felt his hands flex around her ass and then before she could blink he plunged forward the remaining distance causing them both to cry out.
She expected him to begin to pound into her but he didn't. Instead he continued to move his lips up and down the column of her throat, licking rivulets of water, scraping his teeth over her pulse point until she began to squirm and gasp against him. She circled her hips, pushing against him, unable to think of anything other than needing to feel him entering her over and over again.
His mouth sucked hard on her collarbone before he planted both hands on the wall next to her head and pushed off of her. She gasped as her eyes met his, dark and a little bit dangerous and she gripped him tighter with her legs as she realized it was only his lower body that was holding her up just then.
He pulled out just as slowly as he'd first pushed in with her somehow balanced between his thighs and the wall, making her whimper. Four shallow, pulsing thrusts had her seeing stars to the point that her head was still reeling when he suddenly wrapped an arm around her, shut off the water and began to stride for the bedroom.
She clung to him, unable to quite process how he could walk so easily not only while carrying her but while he was still inside her. Each step caused small shockwaves to flare through her until they were at the bed and he was lowering her down.
It wasn't until she was flat on her back that she realized he was still between her legs and a new flood of wetness filled her as her interior muscles clamped down hard around him.
He hissed through his teeth, jaw clenched as he stared down at her, "That wasn't very fair."
She deliberately bit her bottom lip and smiled as she did it again, his eyes slamming shut and she laughed low, swirling her hips as she did it once more.
That was apparently the end of his restraint.
With one solid plunge he was buried with in her again and didn't stop. His fingers wrapped solidly around both her wrists, raising them above her head as he leaned forward, changing the angle of his penetration.
She gasped high and breathy, arching up into his touch. Already the stirrings of her orgasm had begun as he left one hand on her wrist and ran the other one down her body. When he reached her clit he slipped his thumb between them and began to make slow deliberate circles as he continued to move above her.
The headboard banged repeatedly into the wall, and she hoped the room next to them was empty. The tightness in her belly grew, drawing her higher and higher.
Her hands were suddenly free as he gripped her waist and she pressed up on her shoulders, dropping her hips open as wide as she could, clutching his biceps as she met him thrust for thrust.
Her still wet hair stuck to her face but she didn't care, the breath stilled in her chest as she felt the heat within her rise, her clit scraping just right against his pelvic bone each time they met.
His large hand grabbed a handful of her hair, moving it out of her face to grasp the back of her neck and raise her up.
She let out a surprised 'Oh!' as he didn't break his rhythm, the new position allowing him to hit a spot inside her that had her rushing headlong into her orgasm.
Her head fell into his neck as she came hard, teeth biting before she sucked a mark of her own as he continued to pulse inside her. Three more quick, rapid thrusts and a hoarse cry let her know he'd joined her. She tightened those same interior muscles again and he jumped, groaning at the sensation as they sank back into the bed.
She held him to her, letting his weight settle between her thighs as she stroked one hand over his head and across his neck. He blew out a long hot breath over the top of her breasts as they rolled to their sides, his arm coming up to wrap around her as she sleepily nuzzled into the pillow.
She may have dozed off. She was definitely in that hazy, floaty place between sleep and awake when light touches along her hip teased her to awareness. Oliver was behind her, the heat of him was comforting, her lower legs tangled with his in the same spot where they'd collapsed bonelessly, but she had no way of knowing how long it had been since they'd made their way from the shower to the bed.
"Why did you kiss Palmer?"
His fingers didn't stop the slow swirls and patterns they were drawing, but she went rigid at his unexpected question and didn't know what to say.
"He kissed me," she said eventually because it was the truth, she'd been surprised by Ray's action. She hadn't honestly thought he saw her as a woman until that night.
Oliver was quiet, his fingers still moving, "But you kissed him back."
"I needed to. I needed to know if I could."
"And-"
She rolled over to face him, his hand coming to rest on her hip as she propped her head on her hand and met his gaze. He was fighting to control his emotions, but the storm in his eyes and the faint twitch around his temples was enough of a tell for her.
"Why did you come to my office?"
He opened his mouth immediately to respond and she felt herself deflate, begin to pull back because she knew whatever he was about to say would be a lie.
But he saw her reaction and caught himself, blowing out a long breath and wiping one hand down his face as he tried to find the right words.
"I don't really know. I...I just hate how things are with us and I know it's my fault and I have no right but…"
"But we keep ending up in each other's beds at night and its confusing," she finished for him and he just sighed.
Her hand came up to coast along his cheek, watching the turmoil roll across his face. As much as she knew nothing was really fixed with them she felt at peace in that moment and content with what they were, because it was all they could be just then and maybe they needed to be okay with that.
His lids lowered as she continued to touch his face, nails occasionally scraping through his stubble until he turned into her.
She knew she should tell him they needed to talk. She knew she should tell him it had to stop.
But she couldn't.
"We're not in Starling right now," she said, shifting closer, her voice low and when his eyes lifted to meet hers she knew he caught her greater meaning.
"No. We're not," he agreed.
That time was slow and breathless, each of them taking their time for long touches and lazy kisses. There was no frantic grasping, or thudding of the headboard. No desperate shouts or nails dug into skin. Instead they left the lights on and enjoyed the feeling of skin and heat and when she reached the top it was a gentle fall instead of an explosion, one that she felt all the way to the tip of her toes like being dipped in warm water.
And after he'd cleaned them both up it never occurred to her to return to her own room.
She hummed happily into the plush white covers, refusing to open her eyes as she heard Oliver moving around the room, until the side of the bed dipped and he pushed hair out of her face so he could see her.
"I've gotta go."
"Where?" she mumbled, finally blinking open her eyes to see him backlit by the sun, her brows drawing together as she glared at the offensive light and moved to sit up against the pillows.
His eyes dropped as the covers slid down to land in her lap, exposing her breasts and she felt a tingle of want skitter across her skin.
Oliver licked his lips, eyes narrowing until he raised a hand to brush the backs of his fingers over one already peaked nipple.
At her gasp he grinned and stood, bending down to pull the large duffle bag out from underneath the bed that she knew held his bow and quiver.
"I told Barry I'd meet him for some training this morning."
Felicity eyed the bag as he rose to his full height and something about his tone made her go on alert, "Oliver...what sort of training?" she asked warily.
He just lifted one shoulder and shot her another grin, this one wider as he headed for the door, "You said he heals fast right?"
"Oliver! Do not shoot Barry with arrows!" she yelled at his retreating back, his chuckle still audible after the door shut.
She flopped back onto the pillows with an exasperated exhale, hoping that what Caitlin had told her about Barry's metabolic recovery rate was true.
They had one more night where there wasn't a weight hanging over them. One more night where her bed didn't get slept in. One more night where they left the lights on.
But the day they were preparing to leave for Starling she could sense the change. He had pulled back some and so had she. The small touches were still there but the tension was returning.
And that night the door between the two rooms was shut.
