A/N: Dialogue prompt: Meet Me At Midnight. Alone.
[SMUT WARNING]
"Meet me at midnight. Alone." the words echoed in her head again and again.
It could have been taken in so many contexts.
Oliver Queen had been coming to see her ever since he returned home to Starling after being stranded on an island in the North, China Sea for the last five years.
From the moment he brought her a bullet-ridden laptop to fix, she became his go-to girl for anything computer related.
He had these ridiculous excuses but Felicity didn't really want to involve herself in some weird silverspoon rich playboy's shenanigans.
But then the Hood popped up and somehow everything he did was connected to every favor Oliver had ever asked her for.
She had thought about saying something to him. The hood was a killer but then again he was only going after people who deserved it.
He was playing judge, jury, and executioner however he was making the city a safer place than its ever been.
She had decided that for now, she wouldn't bring it up. She didn't know when it happened but she formed a friendship with Oliver.
Sometimes they would get lunch, other times dinner. And they would talk about their day. It was refreshing. Two people who shouldn't be in each other's orbit connecting on a level that more often than not went beyond simple friendship.
Felicity tried not to think too much about the attraction she felt for him. It was easier when she would see him at a QC event with a new woman on his arm every time.
Her life went on. Her friendship with Oliver continued.
She was only a little surprise when one night the Hood appeared in her office. He needed her help finding someone.
She was hesitant at first. It was no secret the Hood dropped bodies but then she also knew with her entire being that it was Oliver beneath all that green leather and despite his excuses and his lame cover-ups she trusted her friend. She trusted Oliver.
She helped him find his target on the condition that the man was turned over to the police. The Hood hadn't like that but he eventually gave in once he realized she wasn't going to budge otherwise.
It had been like the barrier that kept the Hood out of her life had crumbled and he was popping up in her office after hours asking for favors more often than not.
Oliver stopped making excuses and asking her for things. Instead, his time with her was only about them or his struggles to adjust, the pressure he felt to be the Oliver that had been lost at sea for the public but more importantly for his friends and family
Sometimes the Hood would wait for her to do the task he gave her, hovering and while the hovering annoyed her when she was working, his close proximity did things to her.
The way he filled out the leather had her imagining things that had her blushing several shades of red, crossing her legs, ignoring the sudden need pulsing through her.
Not to say she didn't fantasize about Oliver when he was just himself because she did but it was different.
When she imagined being with the Hood, she pictured it being fast and hard, against any flat service available, reaching for that gratification, that quick release from frantic sex.
When she imagined being with Oliver it was less about gratification and more about feeling. Feeling everything, every touch, every kiss, every slide and stroke of the tongue, every torturously slow thrust, every hip swirl, every caress, every impossibly deep push. God, she imagined the way they would worship each other's body through physical touch alone.
She imagined being with the same man with two very different versions of himself.
So, yes, the Hood showing up after hours in her office when her co-workers had all gone home for the day to slip behind her, the heat from his body warming her, as he whispered in her ear. "Meet me at midnight. Alone." Had her imagining things. Unlikely scenarios but still a girl was allowed to fantasize.
"Where?" she asked barely hiding the catch in her voice. She didn't ask him why. She trusted him enough that she didn't think she needed to. If he was asking her to meet him specifically it had to be important.
"Here. The parking garage."
"Okay. " Felicity's voice shook slightly and she felt his hand land on her shoulder. An action that was all Oliver whenever he thought he needed to calm her after an embarrassing ramble.
It calmed and reassured her and convinced her even more that her instincts telling her that The Hood and Oliver Queen were the same man were right.
"I'll be there. Midnight. Alone." She looked over her shoulder at him. "Just don't leave a girl, waiting."
The Hood's gloved hand lifted cupping her cheek, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. "Never." His gloved thumb moved over her cheekbone slowly before falling back to his side as he took a step back.
"I'll see you soon, Ms. Smoak," and then he was gone.
Did he have to say her name like that in his Hood voice? Distorted no less.
She shifted in her seat, resisting the urge to rub her thighs together, needing some kind of friction.
She had to be developing a kink for it because she felt hot and like she needed something.
Something only he could give her.
How was she supposed to focus on finishing up her work now? Stupid Oliver and green leather and all his hotness!
Walking down to the garage at night was familiar to Felicity but knowing the Hood could be lurking, watching her, made a current of nervousness to run just beneath her skin.
She looked around, searching but couldn't locate him however she knew that didn't mean he wasn't there.
Still, she continued to her car searching through her bag over her shoulder for her keys.
A hand landed on her shoulder and she yelped whirling around, holding her keys like a knife ready to stab her would be attacker. "Back off ass-"
"It's alright, it just me, Felicity." The Hood raised his hands in a gesture to show her he meant her no harm.
Felicity relaxed. It was just Oliver. She wondered if he even realized he called her by her name and not Ms. Smoak. "Why did you want to meet?"
"I need you to come with me. I want to show you something." The Hood reached for her hand, giving it a light tug.
Felicity's feet started moving to follow him, not really giving it a second thought. She was with Oliver, she had nothing to worry about.
At least she didn't think she did until they reached his motorcycle bike, hidden in a back alley not far from QC.
She watched as he got on the bike. She noticed how good he looked on it but she couldn't focus on that. "You're taking me somewhere on your bike?"
She knew she must not have hidden her worry that well because he reached out, tangling their fingers together, his grip gentle.
"Do you trust me?"
Her fingers tightened around his. "Yes." There was no hesitation.
He tugged her forward. "Then trust that I would never let anything happen to you."
Felicity nodded and even though his face was hidden beneath the Hood and he was using the cover of nightfall to conceal his identity but none of that could hide those familiar intense blue eyes of his that always set her at ease.
She carefully set her hand on his shoulders and swung her leg carefully over the seat behind him, thankful for the high slits in her skirt. She was even more thankful for the dark cover of night and that they were alone not wanting to flash anyone.
She kept her hands on his shoulders once they were seated, leaving a little bit of space between them.
"You're going to need to press as close to be as possible." The Hood told her, his voice low and gravely.
Felicity swallowed and scooted forward until her front was plastered to his back, her thighs pressed against his. "Like this?"
"Yes." How was it possible for his voice to go even lower? "But you need to wrap your arms around me."
Felicity slid her hands down wrapping them loosely around his front.
"You need to hold onto me tightly," he instructed.
Felicity tightened her arms around him. "I imagined you saying that under entirely different circumstances."
Felicity watched as he slowly looked at her over his shoulder and she swallowed, feeling the tension between them grow and she could swear he leaned in just a fraction before he pulled back from her suddenly, the bike coming to life as he stepped on the gas.
Felicity let out a yelp as the bike sped out of the alley. Pressing more tightly against him, arms binding around him as tightly as she could, trusting him to keep her safe.
They drove through Starling, keeping to the side streets, riding right into the heart of the Glades.
Felicity's brow furrowed when they pulled up behind his club Verdant in a hidden alley.
The Hood took her hand in his and unwrapped them from his body, climbing off the bike first.
He turned and held his hand out to her.
"You wanted to show me a club in the Glades?" Felicity placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her off the bike.
"You could say that." he tugged on her hand and led her through a backdoor and down a flight of stairs.
Felicity followed, her eyes widening realizing he had taken her back to his headquarters of sorts.
The computer set up hurt her soul, there was a med table, arrowheads, a place to put his arrows and his hood but there wasn't much else and a bar of some sort above the ceiling, she could see a dummy and training mats further back.
Felicity walked around the room, taking it all in.
She couldn't believe Oliver was showing her this. That he was trusting her with this. She turned to face him. "Why did you bring me here?"
"I think it's time we stop pretending you don't know who I am under this hood." he reached up and deliberately pushed his hood back. "Why did you never call me out on it?"
"I wanted you to come to me on your own. I wanted you to trust me," Felicity answered. "You could have just told me the truth. You didn't have to bring me here to reveal what I already knew. So why did you?"
"I want you to be a part of this." Oliver stepped forward. "I'm trying to make the city better and I'm starting to understand I can't do it alone and you have been such a big help already. Together we can make a difference."
"You trust me enough with all of this?" Felicity asked in surprise. It was one thing to trust her enough to tell her the truth but it was a whole other thing to trust her enough to want her to join his mission. His crusade.
"Felicity," he stepped forward his hands reaching up to frame her face. "You have no idea how much I trust you." he leaned down but stopped just a breath away.
Felicity felt caught in his heated gaze, she lifted her hand to his shoulders and closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his, feather-light at first and then she pushed forward.
Oliver slid his hands down her hips, fingers flexing, a sound vibrating in his chest and he walked her backward.
Felicity wrapped one arm around his neck as he walked backward, her tongue came out swiping across his bottom lip and his mouth opened, allowing her entry.
Oliver groaned at the feel her tongue, sliding slowly against his. He had imagined kissing her more times than he could count and nothing he had imagined compared to really experiencing it.
He slid an arm around her waist, hauling her up against his body.
Felicity pulled her mouth from his gasping as he set her onto the med table, stepping in between her legs, he slid one of his hands into her hair and the other gripped her hip. "Oliver."
His lips trailed a hot path beneath her jawline and down to her neck, his stubble scratching against her skin pleasantly, she let out a whine when he pulled away, his hand on her hips, sliding up to cup the side her neck, his thumb brushing against the skin of her cheek.
"Felicity, I'm not just trusting you to be a part of this with me, I'm trusting you with my life. That is how much faith I have in you, how much I believe in you and how much I trust you."
Felicity slid her hands up to his neck, his words effecting her more than she could say without babbling. She pushed forward, pressing her lips to his softly, she pulled back a few seconds later. "I believe in you, too."
Oliver surged forward and Felicity opened her mouth beneath his.
Oliver kissed her slowly, his tongue sliding along hers suggestively, his hands slid down her body until he reached the button of her blouse.
He broke their kiss and locked eyes with her as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, giving her plenty of time to stop him, to say no if this wasn't something she wanted but she didn't say a word. Instead, Felicity took the zipper of his hood in between her fingers and pulled it down slowly.
Oliver watched as she parted his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. "Do you have any idea how many times I thought about being with you? Kissing you?"
"Why didn't you?" Felicity asked as he pushed her blouse down her arms.
"I didn't want to risk losing you," He trailed a gloved finger across her collarbone.
"And now?" Felicity asked, taking his hand in hers and removing his leather glove. She did the same with the second aware of Oliver watching her every movement, his eyes becoming more heated by the second.
"I don't think I need to be afraid of that anymore. You're here and it doesn't feel like you want to be anywhere else." He slid his hand into her hair as he leaned down, his lips gliding across hers, coasting her mouth open, deepening the kiss.
Felicity placed her hand against his abs that were perfect to look at and even more perfect to touch and slowly moved them across his scars, not avoiding them because they weren't something to be avoided. She had always believed he had been through so much during his time away and she was right and those experiences made him the man he was today.
And that man? She was whole-heartedly falling in love with. How could she not? He was more than he let the world see. She felt honored that he trusted her enough, felt safe enough with her to let her in, that he didn't hide from her like he did with everyone else.
She pulled her mouth from his and leaned forward pressing a kiss to the scar on his chest, shaped suspiciously like an arrow as her fingers traced the scar slashed across his torso.
"Felicity." Oliver sounded horse and filled with emotion, Felicity pulled back at him to find him staring at her in honest wonder.
She placed her hand to his cheek, pressing her lips back to his, kissing him slowly, adoringly. "I have no idea how you survived everything that you did." her lips brushed his with every word. "But I'm glad that you did because you're here with me and you're trying to make this city a better place at the cost of yourself. You deserve to have everything you want, Oliver."
Oliver's eyes filled with emotion and he placed his hands over hers. "All I want is you." he pressed his lips back to hers, kissing her slowly, savoring every brush of her lips against his own.
Felicity trailed her fingers lower and unfastened his leather pants.
Oliver made a strangled noise, breaking away from her lips drawing in a ragged breath. "I should stop you."
"Why?" Felicity frowned. "Don't you want this?"
"Yes, please, don't even question that but I should take you to dinner, I should take-"
Felicity gave a laugh, he wanted to wine and dine her. "Oliver, I've lost count of how many times you took me to dinner."
"Yes but I mean an actual date," he clenched his jaw like he was restraining himself from surging forward. "Flowers, dinner, take you wherever you want to go. I should do all of that."
"You can," Felicity replied, her fingers tracing that perfect V that disappeared beneath the fabric of his leather pants. "We will do all of that but tonight I just want to be with you."
Oliver searched her face, his eyes heated. "Are you sure?"
Felicity reached behind her and unfastened her bra, pulling it down her arms. "I'm sure."
Oliver's eyes didn't drop to her bare breast, they drifted down to her mouth for just a second and then he was moving, his hands landing on her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table, his mouth covered hers, kissing her deeply.
His hands found the zipper on her skirt pulling the zipper tab down.
"Wait," Felicity said suddenly, pulling her mouth from his.
Oliver pulled back his hands falling from her. "What's wrong?"
"Condom? Do have one?" Felicity asked quickly. She wanted this but she wasn't about to have unprotected sex even if she did trust Oliver. She wasn't on the pill. She hadn't been with anyone so she didn't need it but now? She was definitely going to have to make a trip to the doctors. Still, she wasn't looking to get pregnant.
Oliver's eyes widened. "Wait here." he moved across the room in quick strides to a duffle bag in the corner.
"Really not going anywhere," Felicity mumbled her shirt and bra had been discarded carelessly, she was half naked. Where the hell was she going to go? Plus watching him moving around shirtless in just his leather pants was a sight she was sure would have her weak in the knees if she was still standing.
However, Oliver was back not even a minute later and Felicity quickly took the condom from his hands.
Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her enough to tug the skirt from her body, letting it dropped to the floor.
Felicity felt his hands slide up her thighs as she opened the condom, his fingers hooking in the sides and tugging them slowly down her legs.
Felicity thought she would feel at least a little self-conscious but with the way Oliver was looking at her like he had never seen anything more beautiful she was finding it impossible.
Oliver's hand slid up the top of her thighs as he moved back between her thighs, he grabbed her by the hips, tugging her to the edge.
His left hand continued up her body slowly, over her flat stomach, stopping to caress her breast, swiping his thumb across her nipple, watching as it tightened and pebbled and Felicity bit down on her lip.
His hand continued up, passed her neck, and cupped her cheek, his thumb tugging her bottom lip out from beneath her teeth at the same time his right hand moved between her legs and cupped her sex, he slid a finger through her folds, feeling how wet she was.
Felicity gasp, her hips arching against his touch, her sex throbbing, clenching with need. "Oliver." the sound that left her was pleading.
God, she needed him, she quickly placed the opened condom foil next to her, and grabbed at his waist, pushing his pants down, freeing his erection.
She wrapped a hand around his length, he was incredibly hard and smooth and hot to the touch.
Oliver exhaled sharply, gritting her name out, dragging out every syllable. "Fe-li-ci-ty."
She loved the way he said her name, her hand tightened as she slid her grip up to the head of his cock.
Oliver groaned, her hands on him felt good but he wanted her to feel good, too. Slowly, he circled a finger around her entrance before sliding one digit inside her to the knuckle, he loved the gasped she made when he slid a second finger inside of her and started to thrust shallowly.
"Oliver." Felicity's chest heaved, her breaths coming in pants.
Oliver loved that sound but just when he went to curl his fingers she pushed at his arm, he took the hint and removed his fingers from her, delighted in the needy whine it got him in return from her.
Felicity quickly grabbed the condom from beside her removing it from the open foil packet and slid it onto Oliver's length.
Oliver hooked his hand around her leg, raising it higher on his hips, Felicity followed his lead, locking her ankles together behind his back, her heels digging into his the top of his ass urging him forward.
He slipped through her folds. The head of his cock bumping against her and Felicity gasped his name in need, her eyes drifting down their bodies.
"Felicity, look at me." Oliver wanted her eyes on his when he slid inside of her for the first time.
Felicity raised her eyes back to his her heart pounding against her rib cage, her body tight with need and her breath caught in her throat at the emotion she saw in his eyes.
Blue eyes were darkened with desire, yes but it wasn't the most prominent emotion. No, he was looking at her with a vulnerability she never seen from him before and like all he wanted from her was for her to love him.
She kept her eyes on him as she curled her left arm around his shoulder and placed her right hand over his heart, feeling every powerful beat against her palm.
Oliver pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her wrap around him tight and so fucking perfect for him.
Felicity's mouth parted on a low moan as he filled her slowly, stretching her walls.
Oliver pushed as far as he could, burying himself inside her welcoming body to the hilt, he exhaled sharply. She felt so damn good. He swirled his hips as he pulled back out.
Felicity let out a whimper at the loss but broke off on a low moan as he thrust back inside of her in that same slow pace, it was good, so good but maddening when her body was screaming for him to move faster but the connection she felt from just staring into his eyes as he moved slowly within her was beyond any want or need for something more frantic, more lust driven.
This moment wasn't about lust or sex. This moment was about trust and giving everything they were to one another, it was about the beginning of a true partnership and sharing something beautiful that only existed between the two of them.
She slid her hand up to his cheek, scratching her nails lightly through his stubble.
Oliver leaned into her touch, his breath caught in his throat as she clenched around him every single time he buried his himself inside her to the hilt.
He tangled one hand in her hair and wrapped the other one around her back, his hand curling around her ribcage.
Felicity arched her back and she swore she could feel him so deep inside her she didn't know where she ended and he began.
Together they moved forward, their lips moving, brushing, yielding and unyielding, savoring every glide and swallowing every moan and every grunt.
Slowly they came together, falling over that blissful edge.
Felicity clung to Oliver as he buried his face in her neck, both breathing heavily, catching their breath.
Oliver slid his hands through her hair as he kissed her neck. "So about that date?"
"What about it?" Felicity breathed.
"Would you like to go dinner with me?" Oliver asked, his hands caressing her sides.
Felicity laughed pulling back to smile at him. "Yes. Do you want to go home with me? Tonight?"
Oliver's mouth covers her's, drawing it out slowly. "You don't even have to ask."
Felicity grinned bringing her mouth to his, beyond happy by the change in their relationship but more than that she was glad that he trusted her enough to reveal his secret to her and he wanted for her a partner.
Felicity felt in her bones that he was changing her life and she was changing his and she wouldn't change a single moment because it brought them right here. Together.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated. Let me know what you think if you'd like.
