Chapter 9: Playing tricks.
Olicity is one of my all-time favourite OTPs.
Warning: This chapter is rated M for adult-themed suggestions/smut and cursing.
The story takes place in High School so both Oliver and Felicity will be teenagers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or any of its characters.
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The warmth surrounding Felicity was drawing her in, begging her to give over to the sleep so desperately calling on her. The gentle lull of strong arms carrying her made every bone in her body sigh blissfully. She couldn't recall a time where she had ever felt more content.
Flashes of her sense of gravity shifting as she was picked up, flashes of the sound of a car door being slammed shut and flashes of being in Oliver's arms, kept invading her mind, making her squeeze her eyes shut tightly.
It had been happening all week. Every time Felicity smelt leather or caught a whiff of Oliver's cologne, she was back in his car, sleeping in his leather seats with his delicious scent embracing her oh so sweetly. The memory of Oliver driving her home safely, carrying her inside, laying her down on her bed and kissing her cheek with the whisper of sweet dreams, made her heart flutter.
Felicity had to focus on the present. She wasn't even sure what part of that memory was reality and what was only a wishful dream.
It had been a week since Felicity started tutoring Oliver again and she would admit she was pleasantly surprised. Oliver had paid attention, listened to her, worked hard and above all he had tried. She was proud of him.
Felicity blushed at the thought. Oliver wasn't hers to be proud of, but the feeling couldn't be helped. Neither could her other feelings towards him.
Felicity had tried to push them all down, she really had and most of the time she succeeded. Oliver and she had managed to keep it somewhat "professional" during their tutoring sessions and no other so-called "moments" had happened. Of course, her mouth had run away from her a couple of times. Okay, more than a couple. Oliver had this tendency to bring out the most embarrassing babbles in her. It was almost like he meant to do it just for the fun of it.
Well, Felicity sure as hell didn't think it was funny. She had lost count of the number of times she had felt mortified thanks to her lack of a brain to mouth filter.
Anyway, Felicity was sitting in the school library waiting for Oliver to arrive for their tutoring session. She straightened her ponytail and checked if her nails were chipped.
They weren't she smirked. Nice job.
The bright bubble-gum pink of her nails matched the colour of her lips.
Felicity had been hesitant at first to try such bold colours on her lips, but she had come to love them. Wearing them made her feel confident and…. sexy.
Which was a word she never thought she would use to describe herself but, lately. Something had changed. Oliver and she had grown closer and she would almost call him her friend. Only almost because she wasn't sure if Oliver wanted to be her friend.
There were moments where he would give her a look that was downright indecent like he wanted her in a way she desperately wished someone wanted her. But the next second that look was gone and she was left to wonder yet again if her imagination was playing tricks on her.
The sound of footsteps approaching, had her looking up and smiling.
Oliver.
"Felicity. How was your weekend?" he smiled back at her.
"It was great" but I missed you "I spent the whole weekend working on my supercomputer. It´s coming along great and my hacking skills are improving immensely" Felicity confirmed and then her eyes widened. "Frack, I'm not supposed to tell anyone about that, it´s a secret" she grabbed his arm desperately. "Promise me, Oliver, promise me that you will never mention what I just told you, EVER."
He smirked at her "what supercomputer?"
Felicity let out a deep breath of relief. When she noticed her hands still clutching the sleeves of his shirt, she quickly snatched them away.
Blushing, she opened her biology book, signaling him to do the same. At his cheeky expression, she sighed and said, "You forgot your books again didn't you." It wasn't a question. Oliver was doing good and taking it seriously, but he kept forgetting his books.
It was frustrating.
Very frustrating.
Not because it annoyed her, no because it meant they had to share her books. And sharing meant them sitting close together. So closely their arms kept brushing each other's and it sent shivers down her spine.
Every damn time.
If Felicity didn't know any better, she would think he was doing it on purpose.
"Oliver how do you keep forgetting your books?" she whined.
He shrugged. Damn, he had nice shoulders. "Sorry, I just do." He didn't sound very sorry. "Can we share?"
Felicity scooted closer to him and was careful not to brush up against his side. She couldn't handle touching him right now. It was getting harder and harder to ignore her growing feelings for him. She got comfortable in the chair and made sure their chairs weren't too close. No accidental touching would be happening on her watch.
Getting closer to him made his heady scent that much stronger. As it washed over her a memory came flooding back.
Oliver's strong hands massaging her calves, digging into her muscles. Fighting back the urge to moan at his ministrations, was getting harder and harder with every stroke. The touch of his skin on her bare legs waking up all the desires she had kept buried for so long.
Oliver got her attention by flicking her hair over her shoulder. A habit he had gotten whenever her ponytail would fall down her shoulder, making the strands cover up the page of the book. It made her smile and her heart flutter pleasantly. It distracted her from the intense memory.
Okay, maybe some accidental touching wouldn't be so bad.
They were packing away all their stuff when they got the email. It was feedback on their English assignment. They had handed it in less than a week ago, but Mr. Geffrey was always quick to grade them. It was one of the things Felicity liked most about him.
Holding her breath and biting her bottom lip anxiously, Felicity opened the email to see how they'd done. She knew that English was her weakest subject and she needed to finish this semester with an A or she wouldn't get the perfect GPA.
As her eyes skimmed the message, one thought kept repeating in her head.
Oh, My God.
"Well. How did we do?" Oliver's unsure voice burst the bubble building in her and she exclaimed excitedly. "We got an A- Oliver."
A freaking A-.
That was the highest grade she had gotten in English. Ever. And she knew it was all thanks to Oliver. Maths may not be his strong suit but damn that boy was good with words.
Oliver's face split into a shit-eating grin and without thinking, Felicity launched herself at him. Throwing her arms around him, squeezing tightly. In her happiness, Felicity didn't register that Oliver had frozen completely under her, not hugging her back. A few seconds passed before it occurred to her that he wasn't moving.
Next, she realised that the position they're in wasn't exactly innocent. Felicity was sitting in Oliver's lap, her legs on either side of him, hanging off the chair he was sitting in. Her feet weren't touching the ground meaning all of her weight was on Oliver's lap. She was straddling him.
Frack.
Felicity put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself back slightly, so their chests were no longer pressed up against each other's and she could see his face.
Hurry off him and apologise, this is not helping your situation, a voice in Felicity's head told her sternly. But when she saw the look in Oliver's eyes it shut up.
Pure hunger was staring back at her and a sort of darkness had fallen over his face. Oliver's eyes had narrowed, staring at her intently. Suddenly, Felicity felt like he was a hunter and she was his prey. Like if she moved the slightest, he would pounce. God, she wanted him to pounce.
She needed him to.
When she whispered his name, the growl he let out was carnal. Oliver's hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her down, breathing her in. Their lips were so close, but he was holding back like he was waiting for her permission. Felicity couldn't take it anymore, so she closed the distance between them. His lips were demanding under hers and they tasted like mint and something pure Oliver. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she scratched the nape of his neck. Oliver bit her lip in retaliation and the hand not grabbing her hair, curled around her waist. He tightened his hold on Felicity and pulled her flush against him.
Heat shot up her spine and Felicity felt like she was going to melt under the intensity of the kiss. It was the kind of kiss she had read about in books and seen in films. The kind she never thought she would get to experience. Suddenly she understood what all the songs were about.
The kiss wasn't gentle or soft like she always thought her first real kiss would be. No, it was hard, desperate and downright filthy.
Felicity loved it.
Her lungs were burning and forced her to separate their lips. Oliver immediately attached his lips to her neck and she arched it, giving him more access. She was struggling to breathe as he nipped his way down.
When he kissed just the right spot on her neck Felicity gasped and ground down on him. All the fire burning inside of her settled right at the centre of her core. At her movement Oliver growled out a strangled "Fuck Felicity" and he bit down on that perfect spot on her neck. Hard.
Felicity cried out and he soothed the bite with his tongue. She rubbed against him even harder and Oliver's hands slid under her skirt, up her bare legs and grabbed her ass. Squeezing both cheeks, encouraging her to move even faster. Felicity couldn't take it anymore. All of her senses were heightened, and Oliver was given her amounts of pleasure she never thought were possible.
She grabbed his jaw and slammed her mouth back down on his. His tongue slid over her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She gave it to him gladly. Their tongues tangled in a clash of wills. God, he tasted heavenly. Oliver swallowed her moans as they continued to rub their heated cores together. He pulled on the elastic in her hair and the strands came loose, flowing down her shoulders and framing her face.
Felicity snuck her hands under Oliver's shirt and pressed her palms against his abs. God, they felt amazing. They were hard, clearly defined and right then, clenched. He hissed against her lips as she dragged her nails over the heated skin of his stomach.
Felicity was surprised at her new-found confidence, but the sight of Oliver reacting so strongly to her every move, made it soar. He wanted her. That was clear from the growing erection she was currently rubbing her pussy against.
When Felicity licked the shell of Oliver's ear she felt him growl deep in his chest. Their movement was getting frantic and she knew they needed to stop soon, or things would go too far. But dammit she wanted him.
She wanted him so bad. He had invaded every one of her senses and she felt like she was drowning in pleasure. Oliver was drawing small patterns on her inner thighs. It was driving her crazy and she tightened her legs around him, pressing his cock right against her clit. Their eyes connected and there were so many emotions displayed in his. Lust, desperation, surprise, fear and what Felicity could only define as hope.
They stopped moving and just sat in each other's arms panting heavily, trying to steady their frantically beating hearts.
Everything had happened so fast and Felicity didn't know what to think. All she knew was that she didn't want to leave Oliver's arms. She couldn't deny her feelings any longer, not when she knew what he tasted like. But one thing was startling clear to her.
Oliver wanted her too.
The feel of Felicity in his arms, their chests pressed together, heaving breaths in sync, was a dream come true. Literally. Oliver had dreamed about tasting those lips, the vibrant colour calling out to him since the second she started wearing it. Usually, his dreams went further, a lot further than they had. But this. staring into her eyes watching the blush covering her cheeks and expanding down to her chest, disappearing behind her top. It was a thousand times better than any dream could ever be.
Oliver really wanted to find out how far down that blush went.
He had kissed his fair share of girls, but it had never felt like this. So all-consuming, so intense, so gut-wrenchingly beautiful. She was beautiful. He had always thought she was attractive but right then, cheeks flushed, hair a tangled mess and lips looking so thoroughly kissed. By him. She was absolutely stunning.
His heart felt like it was going to explode right out of his chest. The feeling so unexpected and… foreign it was terrifying. Oliver felt like he was going to screw it all up before it even properly started, but he also couldn't stop hope from filling him. Drowning out his doubts and making it even harder for him to breathe.
She had kissed him back. She had more than kissed him back. She had ground against him and made the most cock stirring sounds ever.
What did all this mean? Did it mean she liked him back? Because he did like her, despite her being so far from his usual type she had thrown him for a loop. She was amazing and every second he spent with her he fell harder.
Oliver had never really liked someone before. Laurel he kinda liked, but it wasn't so much her, it was more the fact that his parents actually approved of her that he liked. He hadn't treated her right and he regretted it now. If Oliver wanted a chance with someone as fantastic as Felicity, then he needed to do better. To be better. Just the thought of hurting her made his heart ache.
Felicity shifting on top of him had Oliver raising his eyebrows in intrigue. "Going somewhere?"
Chuckling shyly, she bit her bottom lip making his eyes zoom in on them. He felt his cock start to stir again, - God she was fucking sexy when she did that. "I was just thinking that we should probably talk about what on earth that was. And in order to talk I need to be able to think, which I can´t do when I'm sitting on top of you, the taste of your lips still on my tongue." Her voice was breathless, and it made Oliver want an encore of those kisses, but he knew she was right.
They needed to talk.
Oliver helped her up and smirked smugly when he saw her legs wobble unsteadily. He did that. She sat back down in her chair, turning towards him. She looked unsure of what to say or do next. He knew it was up to him to find the right words. He leaned forward in his seat grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. Her hand was so small in his. Had they always been this delicate?
Holding her gaze intently, Oliver took a deep breath, praying to any god that would listen to find the right words. But before he got the chance to open his mouth, Felicity blurted out.
"It´s okay Oliver. I don't expect it to mean anything to you. You probably have hot make out session all the time." She shrugged her shoulders as if trying to convey indifference. "I get it."
She looked sad, but he could tell she was trying her best to hide. Damn it, Felicity wasn't supposed to be sad. He couldn't stand her thinking it didn't mean anything to him for even a second. It had meant everything. Thoughts of holding her, touching her, kissing her had been plaguing his mind since the moment he met her. And they had only gotten stronger the more he got to know her.
"No, Felicity it´s not like that. I swear it isn't like that. I…." Urgh, why were the words suddenly so hard to get out? He knew what he felt and now he just needed her to know. "Felicity I…. I like you. I like you a lot in fact, and what just happened between us means a lot to me. I don't know how to explain exactly what I feel for you, but it is something. Every time I see you I get butterflies in my stomach." Oliver brought her hand down from the table and pressed it to his stomach. "At least I think it´s butterflies. I´ve never actually felt them before. You bring out a lot of feelings in me I've never felt before. It´s confusing and a bit scary but all I know is…." Oliver steeled himself for her rejection. "I want to be with you" he finished painstakingly earnest.
Felicity was quiet. To quiet, especially when it came to her. Oliver didn't dare look at her. This was it. Now she was going to reject him. Tell him he could never deserve her. It´s not like it wasn't true.
Felicity squeezed his hand, urging him to look at her. That was when he realised he was still holding it, pressing it up against his stomach. She hadn't pulled away. It gave him the courage he needed to look her in the eye.
When he did he saw that she was blinking at him in disbelief, like she couldn't quite comprehend what he had just told her. "You like me? You" she pointed at him "like me?" she then pointed at herself. Her voice was completely baffled.
He frowned at her. Why was she having such a hard time believing that he liked her? If you knew her, it was impossible not to like her. She was kind, caring, funny, fucking cute and irrevocably good.
"Of course, I like you Felicity" Oliver assured her. He stroked her cheek, softly. "How could I not like you" he voiced his thoughts.
"But… how…. I... when…." she stuttered in sentence fragments. She took a deep steadying breath. "You want to be with me? Like with me with me? Like kissing, holding hands, dating. That sort of thing? Don't tell me you want to be with me unless you truly mean it."
Oliver needed her to believe him, so he cradled her face gently in his hands, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Looking her in the eye, he tried to show her everything he was feeling with that one look. "Felicity Smoak. Smoak with an ak, not a ke. Will you go to dinner with me? Dinner implying it being a date. Like a date-date." He licked his lips nervously. Please say yes.
Felicity searched his eyes and when she found nothing but sincerity at his words, her face broke into the most breath-taking smile he had ever had the fortune of witnessing. God, she really was so beautiful.
She nodded yes to his question and that made Oliver's face mirror her smile. She said yes. She said yes. He was internally freaking out but in a good way.
"Oliver" she murmured, glancing at his lips heatedly. "Kiss me again."
He was more than happy to comply.
