"Yeah, we're fine," Felicity was saying into the phone. "It's not an arrow thing, it's an Oliver Queen thing. No. Dig, We just don't want to blow his cover. I know. Yeah. We'll be fine. Um, I don't think would he? Fine, I'll ask." She looked over at Oliver.
"What?" he asked.
"Dig wants to know if you're staying the night," she said.
"Um, why would I?" he asked.
"Dig is afraid that crazy stalker chick is gonna murder me in my sleep, even though I told him that would never happen."
"She's just a bimbo model," Oliver said. "I doubt she'd be smart enough to do that."
"He said she's not smart enough to do that," she told Dig. "Yeah. Come on, really?" she sighed, holding out the phone to Oliver. "He wants to talk to you."
"Hey," he said into the phone. "Yeah. I will. I promise. I always do. Yeah, right, like you didn't already know that. Mhmm. She'll be fine. Okay. You too. Night." He hung up the phone and handed it back to her.
"So?" she asked.
"He said if I'm not staying over to sweep the perimeter at least before I leave."
"Do you normally do that?" she asked.
"Um, well, most nights," he said. "I mean, if something happened to you, we'd be screwed. We'd have a really hard time finding you without you. So I make a little extra sweep through here to make sure no one's watching you before I head home."
"I don't know if I should feel creeped out or thankful for that," Felicity said.
"You take care of us all the time," Oliver said. "And we take care of you. Because we all need each other."
She smiled, settling down into her seat now that she had finished the phone call with Digg.
"So why is that Holly girl so obsessed with you?" Felicity asked.
"I'm not sure," he said. "Holly was only around if it benefited her in high school."
"So you think she needs something from you now?" Felicity asked.
"I don't know," Oliver said. "But I have no interest in helping her now."
"I don't blame you, but boy does she not know when to stop," Felicity said. "I can't believe a 28 year old woman is stalking you."
"I'm glad you're still sticking with me," he said, smiling at her.
"You know, it actually feels good to piss her off right now. She's been messing with me all night."
Oliver pulled into her driveway. They walked into the house and Oliver did a quick look through before slipping out the fire escape to do a perimeter check. Felicity went to her bedroom, grabbing pajamas before slipping into her bathroom to change.
"Felicity," Oliver called, sliding back into her apartment.
"Yeah?" she asked coming out of the bathroom.
She wore pink pajama pants with little coffee cups and a green tank top. Oliver smiled at how cute and homey she looked.
"We, uh," he paused trying to get past her change in appearance. "We have a small problem."
"What is it?" she asked, worried.
"Holly is sitting in her car, a few houses down with binoculars."
"Binoculars. Really?" Felicity asked. "This is getting ridiculous."
"I'm not even sure what to do at this point," Oliver said.
"We could have some fun," Felicity said smiling.
"Wha..what?" Oliver said, stuttering.
"Go get my tablet," Felicity said. "I left it in your car in the bag."
"Okay," Oliver said, turning to get out of there fast.
Once outside, he took his time getting her tablet, trying to calm himself down. It was different when it was all pretend, but if Felicity was hinting at what he thought, he didn't know if he'd be able to stop himself. He grabbed the entire bag, bringing his arrows in just in case someone tried to break into his car.
Once he let himself in, he noticed that all the curtains in the living room were open.
"Felicity," he called. "What are we going to do?"
"You have my tablet?" she asked, sticking her head out the door of her bedroom.
"Yes…" he said, unwarily, handing it to her.
She disappeared behind the door again, but kept talking.
"If she's got eyes on my house, then we can give her a little pre-show," she said. "And then we can come in the bedroom and I'll check her out and then kill her phone."
"What do you mean by pre-show?" Oliver said, settling on the couch to wait for her to come out.
"Remember how Tommy found out about you and Laurel sleeping together from seeing you through the window?"
"What? No!"
"Oh, well he did," Felicity said. "Anyways…" she paused. "I was thinking we could do something like that to make her go away."
"I thought you were against all this making out?" Oliver said.
"Yeah, well this is going to look like a little more than making out," she said, finally coming into the living room.
When Oliver's eyes lifted to her, his jaw dropped.
When he didn't say anything, Felicity jumped in, "Is this too much? I thought I should look the part."
"I...uh…" he gulped loudly. "Uh...How far are you...uh...planning to go?"
"I can't believe I made the Oliver Queen stop in his tracks," Felicity said. "We're just gonna make it to the bedroom, so down boy."
Oliver was freaking out on the inside. It was bad enough when she walked around in those little dresses and high heels, but here she was in green lingerie, expecting him to make it to the bedroom and then stop. It was modest, nothing kinky, but on her, it did everything to him. He couldn't believe he had actual butterflies in his stomach. That has never happened. Sure he got the little electric feel when he touched her, but never with anyone in his life had he felt like this.
He gulped again, trying to calm himself down. "How long are we going to do this for?"
"Just be natural, Oliver. You're not on a timer."
"I know I just…" he couldn't even find the words.
"Do you not want to do this?" she asked, a little worried now that it was sinking in.
"That is so not the problem," he said, trying not to groan.
She came to where he was seated on the couch, straddling on top of him.
"You ready?" she asked.
He didn't respond. He put his arms around her, pulling her towards him as he connected their lips again. He kissed her for awhile before getting up. His hands slid under her to keep her from falling and her legs wrapped around his waist. By some miracle, he remembered Holly, and he walked towards the window where he leaned her against the wall. She began to pull his clothes off one by one, jacket, tie, shirt, until his torso was bare. He helped her ease his clothes off, only breaking their lips apart to get his undershirt over his head.
Felicity ran her hands down his stomach, lingering on the raised scars that covered his body, kissing the ones she could reach.
Oliver reached down and pulled the thin material over her head, leaving her in only the matching emerald bra and underwear. He ignored her as she tried pitifully to stop him from undressing her. He finally pushed them off the wall, making his way to the bedroom.
Once at her bed, he pushed her tablet to the floor before laying her on the bed and then covering her body with his. And then...he didn't stop.
Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for the update! Hope this will give you some satisfaction though! I was debating on what to do next. Anyway, please review so I know what y'all are thinking!