A/N: I would have had this chapter up sooner, but this site was glitching or something. It wasn't letting me see my reviews, which totally sucked. Thank you for all the kind words and excitement for this chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten

The date went perfectly.

Everything that could have gone right, did, and Oliver was thankful to every god out there who allowed that to be possible. Dinner was a little serious at one point, but once they got past that, there was no going back. The night was fun, easy. Felicity was better than he ever could have imagined, opening herself up to him in a way he didn't think would be possible.

He was the same way with her, telling her things that he never thought he'd share with anyone. With her, it was just too easy. It was too normal for him to open up and be perfectly honest with his emotions. Something told him that he could trust her. That no matter how personal he got tonight, she would keep it between them. And that just made his want for her increase to impossible measures.

Now, as he drove them back to her apartment complex, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Though they'd made hints at being together in a more intimate way, he wasn't sure how true those really were. Tonight had been perfect, and he didn't want to ruin that by advancing on her like he did with every other girl- because Felicity was far from any girl he's ever known, and he held her above everyone else. However, if she made it clear that she was very aware of what she wanted, then there was no way he was going to deprive her of that- or himself, for that matter.

Pulling into her complex, he parked his car in an empty slot. No matter which direction tonight went, he was going to walk her to her door. Getting out of his car, he came around the other side to meet her, and they began to walk up to her apartment together. He paid close attention to the route, knowing for certain that he would need to know this information for another time.

They finally reached her door, and she turned to face him, smiling softly. He leaned in without a moment of hesitation, wrapping his arms around her back, and holding her close. She stiffened, clearly surprised by his gesture, but sunk into his embrace after a few moments. He needed to hug her. He'd wanted to all night, and all of it had to do with how she'd handled his insecurities about the company.

Breaking away after what felt like hours, he looked down at her, locking his gaze with hers. "Tonight was everything I could have ever wanted, Felicity," he promised, taking her hands in his own. "Thank you."

He began to put some space between them, but she yanked him to her by their intertwined hands, getting a glint in her eye that he was starting to become all too familiar with. "Well, I'm sure you didn't get everything you wanted."

He swallowed, his heart rate beginning to pick up speed. "Is there something you think I'm missing?"

She bit her lip subtly, nodding her head. "I could tell you what it is, but something tells me that it'll be more fun to show you."

Fuck, she was going to be the death of him. He just knew it.

"I always did trust your judgement, Felicity," he murmured, backing her into the door.

It was clear she got what he was saying, that she understood that he was giving in to her, and turned around to unlock her door. Oliver watched her now, knowing that there was no more trying to be a perfect gentleman and tame that beast that was just itching to erupt from inside of him and take her. If she wanted him, then she was going to get him.

He stepped even closer to her, knowing that she could feel his chest right against her back. The keys fumbled in her hands, and he smirked at her now nervous state. Slowly, he swept the hair from her neck, placing small kisses over the skin there. Her breathing was picking up, and as soon as she had that door open, she was pulling him inside by his tie, barricading herself in between him and her door.

He completely invaded her space, towering over her with eyes hooded low. She stared up at him, her lips parted, just waiting for him to make the first move. He wanted to. Damn it, he wanted to with everything in him. Yet, his eyes refused to close, his lips not corresponding with his brain to dip in just those extra couple inches or so. He knew the only thing holding him back was the sight of her, because she literally stole his breath away.

"Are you going to kiss me?" she whispered.

It was the second time she'd asked him that, and it had the exact same affect on him as it did the first time. He wanted to wrap himself in her and just let her overwhelm him. Holding back wasn't an option for him anymore.

"Yes," he answered, eating up the space between them with one swoop.

Her hand clutched at his suit, drawing him nearer. He nestled her lips between his own, just inhaling her in. Now that her legs weren't wrapped around his waist - not that he was complaining when that had been the case - he could frame her face, bringing himself even closer to her. With his hands cupping her cheeks, he felt her raise herself higher, desperate to meet his lips.

Oliver lowered himself a little, making it easier for her to kiss him back with just as much fervor. Her other hand was resting along his jaw, and ran a little ways up his neck. He swiped his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Greedily, she accepted him, and the temperature in the room spiked at the feel of her tongue colliding with his.

He swept through every inch of her mouth, licking, tasting, savoring her. He lost himself in their kiss, breathing long forgotten. She was holding onto him so tightly, small whimpers leaving her throat and vibrating through his lips with each insistent prod of his tongue. He never kissed this hard, never kissed this deeply. She was just so intoxicating, and something told him he'd never feel like he's had enough with her.

Panting, she pulled him off of her. Her eyes were darkened, and her lips were swollen. He stared down at them, trying to fight off the urge to reattach them to his own. Felicity rested her forehead against his, and their breaths mingled together for several stretched moments. Her chest was heaving, and he wanted to strip her from that dress so that he wouldn't be forced to view something so arousing through a layer of fabric.

"If I had known kissing you would feel like this, I would have done it weeks ago," she breathed, making him chuckle.

He lowered his hands to her waist, keeping her within his proximity. It was practically pointless though, seeing as not even a minute later, she stepped out of his space, heading in the opposite direction of him. Furrowing his brows, he looked after her, awaiting some form of instruction. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she let a slow smile overtake her features. His veins burned with want.

"Don't you want the tour?" she prompted, gesturing towards the expanse of her apartment.

God, he'd follow her anywhere.

Nodding his head, he stepped towards her, taking her outstretched hand. She smiled in success, reaching up to peck his lips. Well, he thought she'd meant to peck his lips. Instead, she suckled his bottom lip between her own, pulling back, and making him groan. She pulled away from her assault on him with her mouth, not even allowing him an opportunity to react.

"I just decided," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "that the tour should start in the bedroom."

She looked up at him, and he inhaled heavily. "I think you have all the brilliant ideas, and I should just do whatever you say from now on," he replied, making her eyes flash in both surprise and glee.

"I think that doing that will result in some very good things for you, Mr. Queen," she teased, and he suddenly scooped her off the ground and into his arms, slamming her into the nearest wall.

His arms stopped her from getting hurt, and the way that she was looking at him told him that she didn't mind what he'd just done in the slightest. It wasn't his fault, really. She had to have known what calling him by his last name would do to him, especially since he'd been fantasizing about taking her in his office from day one. If her wicked grin was any indication, things were going according to plan for her.

"Are we skipping the bedroom altogether?" she asked, looking down at him now that she had the height advantage in his arms.

"I have half a mind to," he growled, lowering his head so that he could nip at her neck.

Her nails raked through the small hairs at the nape of his neck, urging him on. "So then what's stopping you from taking me right now?"

He paused, asking himself the same question. What was keeping him from dropping his pants and sinking into her right then and there? The answer was clear to him, and he pulled away to look at her, making sure he had her full attention before he gave her his response.

"Because I want our first time to be special. I don't want it to be fast, or rough, or hard. I want to take my time with you, memorizing every inch of your body and making you ache because of how thorough I was," he said, and she actually shivered in his arms at the intensity of his words. "The first time I have you - and I say that because there will be plenty more times after, I can promise you that, Felicity - I want it to be right."

She stared at him, refusing to break the eye contact. Then, she spoke, her voice low. "Oliver, take me to bed."

His skin heated at her demand, and he wouldn't disobey that command if his life depended on it. Though he had no idea where her bedroom was, he figured the apartment wasn't that large, and he'd be able to find it without too much difficulty. The entire space was dark, but he liked that all he could really see was her, and that was only because of how close he held her to him.

So, with her still securely in his arms, he went off in search of her bedroom. Her lips attacked his jawline and neck, nipping teasing little kisses all over the place. Her tongue running over the light stubble on his chin had him staggering slightly, but he quickly recovered when he spotted her bed just a few more feet ahead. She'd left her curtains open, so the mattress was illuminated in moonlight, practically beckoning him.

If that wasn't a sign, then he didn't know what was.

He stepped into her room, and she slowly removed herself from his grasp. Her fingers twisted in his tie, tugging it until she was able to lift it over his head. He let her undress him, knowing that his turn was coming. She popped open the first couple buttons of his dress shirt, her tongue darting out to trace over the newly exposed skin on his neck.

"Relax," she murmured, and he realized his hands were clenched at his side as a means to hang onto his self control.

He let his shoulders sag a little, and allowed himself to just enjoy the feeling of her against him, her tongue and teeth and lips scraping over him with each button she got undone, which only resulted in more skin visible to her. She reached for his belt before she even got his shirt off, and he would have stopped her, had she made any move to undress him completely.

She'd only meant to untuck his shirt from his slacks, and once she did that, she continued to undo each little button. When she reached the last few, she sunk down to her knees, and he mentally cursed at the image she was putting into his head. Tonight was not about that, and he wanted that to be clear to her. Her lips suctioned over the skin on his abdomen, before she suddenly pulled back.

"What is it?" he hurriedly questioned, worried something was wrong.

She shook her head, actually choking back a chuckle. "Nothing. I mean, I knew that you were in good shape, but this..."

He laughed, and his ego soared through the roof at her appraisal. "Thanks."

She stood up, pushing his suit jacket and dress shirt from his body simultaneously. "I'm going to be spending a lot more time exploring that part of you," she promised, running her fingertips over the taut muscles of his torso and moaning against his neck.

"Well, I won't be going anywhere," he assured, wanting nothing more than for her to continue mapping out his body like he planned on doing with hers.

As far as he was concerned, he belonged to her now. She'd belonged to him from the moment he heard her speak out against him, and as much as she hated to admit it, he knew that she knew it was true.

Her hands went past his abs, and dipped into his slacks. He caught her wrists in his hands before she could touch him, knowing that if he felt her skin on his before he got a chance to touch her, he wouldn't be able to make their first time as memorable as he'd like to. Her expression told him she was confused, but he provided no explanation for her. Instead, he looked her in the eyes, placing her hands back at her side.

"Turn around," he instructed. "I need to get that dress off of you."

Wordlessly, she obliged, angling herself so that her back was to him. He smiled in victory, easily finding her zipper and pulling it down. Just as she'd done, he revealed her skin to him an inch at a time, lavishing her back with kisses along the way. When he'd pulled her zipper down to its limit, she shimmied out of the dress, now only wearing a black bra with the panties to match.

His mouth dried up in a second flat, and words were becoming a struggle for him to form. She was far from the first woman he'd seen in her underwear, and yet, nothing could have ever prepared him for what it would be like to see her like this. His entire body was calling out for her, needing to get lost between her legs and take her until his muscles cried out in pain.

"Say something," she whispered, and he snapped out of his lustful thoughts to see that she was now facing him again.

He swallowed, taking her all in and exhaling in appreciation for all of it that had brought him to this moment with her. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Felicity Smoak."

She flushed at his words, and he chased that flush down all the way to her breasts with his eyes. Leaning in, he reconnected their lips, letting his hands do the exploring for the time being. He dragged them along her sides, deciding to start at her breasts first. Gently, he palmed her through the lace, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.

With his eyes still closed, he trailed a line of kisses down from her mouth and to her bra, slipping his tongue underneath the fabric of it. She jumped when his warm mouth covered her right nipple, one hand flying into his hair. His hands automatically moved to the clasp on the back of her bra, shedding her of it as soon as possible. When it slid down her arms and onto the floor, he took full advantage of kissing every new inch of skin.

She moaned, arching into him. His hair was probably a mess from her ruffling her hands through it so hastily. He didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that the girl of his dreams was in his arms, and he was allowed to touch her however he'd like. Grinning at the realization of his freedom, he slipped his hands into her panties, cupping her from behind.

"Oliver, fuck!" she moaned, when he yanked her panties off of her and snaked his fingers through her folds.

She was so wet, and if he wasn't already as hard as a rock, then that definitely did the trick. He groaned into her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair to keep from going completely animalistic on her. Slowly, he moved his fingers, daring to slip one inside of her. In response, she dug her nails into his back, crying out his name. Continuing with that, he practically held her up as she turned to putty in his arms.

"Oliver..." she trailed off, his name coming from her lips in the form of a whine.

He brushed his lips over the shell of her ear, sliding another finger inside of her. "You're so wet for me, Felicity," he stated, and once he'd said it out loud, it made his pants feel awfully tighter.

"Please," she begged, silently asking him to stop with the teasing. "Oliver... I can't-"

"So then don't," he interrupted, quickening the pace of his fingers and feeling her practically turn to mush as she clung onto him. "Let go, Felicity. I promise, this will only be the first of many for you tonight."

It seemed that as soon as that sentence was said, she was giving in, her orgasm overtaking her. He felt her convulse around his fingers, and only continued moving at a leisurely pace, working her through it. When she'd finally caught her breath, she removed his hand from her, switching places with him. Now, it was his back to the bed, and it was her who was holding the newly determined mission.

Before he could even question her intentions, she was shoving him onto his back, the look in her eyes driving him mad. He fell back onto her bed, sitting up on his elbows. She hovered over his lap, kissing down his chest until she was on the floor in front of him. Her hand gripped the waistline of his slacks, tugging them down until she was able to toss them to the side.

He didn't even have time to process that, and she surely didn't care. Her hands brought his boxers down fast, giving him no time to react. There was a brief hesitation, where she was just looking at him, and then she was groaning into her hands. He furrowed his brows, confused.

"Okay, this has never happened to me before," he told her, wondering why she seemed so upset by the sight of him naked.

She looked up at him with exasperation on her face, and he grinned because she was still so gloriously nude. "Oliver, you do realize that you are, like, the definition of perfection, right?"

He looked around, even more confused than before. "And this is a bad thing... why?"

She shook her head. "No, this isn't bad. In fact, this is very good. For me, I mean. It's just frustrating because you don't have a single flaw when it comes to your body, and I-"

"You are perfect," he cut off, motioning for her to come onto the bed with him. She slowly crawled up next to him, resting right alongside him. "Felicity, I don't want you to have any insecurities, okay? You've made me feel a way that no woman ever has. If that doesn't speak volumes to you, then I don't know what will." She smiled, and he kissed her nose. "You are the definition of perfect for me, Felicity Smoak. I promise."

He rejoined their lips to seal that promise, and she took that as an opportunity to take him in her hand, stroking him lightly. He nearly bit her lip in surprise, feeling a pleasure so strong, it worried him what would happen if she carried on. He quickly stopped her, pulling back to find her smirking at him, her eyebrows raised in amusement.

"I have a feeling you're going to use my declaration of how perfect I find you against me," he muttered, and she bit her lip to fight off her grin.

"You should trust that feeling," she responded, suddenly reaching into the drawer of her nightstand. She tossed a condom at him, gave him an expectant look. "I think you've explored enough of me for now. There's always time for more later, and if you aren't inside of me within the next few seconds, I think I might kick you out."

"You wouldn't," he challenged.

She cocked her head at him. "Is it really worth testing?"

He didn't need any further prodding. Quickly, he teared the condom free from its packaging, rolling it on. She watched him with heated eyes, and his gaze was just as inflamed when it locked with hers again. He moved so that he was hovering over her, putting most of his weight onto himself to avoid crushing her. But something about the way she kept looking at him told him that she wouldn't mind if he did a little.

He gripped himself with his right hand, guiding himself to her entrance. When his tip teased the outside of her folds, she moaned, an he needed to be with her before he exploded at the sound. Slowly, he pushed through her, letting her adjust to him. As her walls stretched around him, he saw her eyes flutter close, the breath completely knocked from her lungs.

Meanwhile, he was gritting his teeth, trying to keep from coming before he was even fully inside of her yet. She was just so warm and tight, and being with her was the most right he's ever felt in his entire life. And when he was fully inside of her, they both remained still, just breathing each other in and basking in their special moment.

Her hands held his face as she moved in to kiss him, and they both got their bodies to relax as they just sunk into one another. Gently, he pulled out, swinging right back in. She moaned into his mouth, and he only kissed her deeper, moving faster. His thrusts were long, deep, and had her clinging onto him. He felt complete with her surrounding him like that.

As he moved against her, their bodies giving and taking from each other equally, he realized that he never wanted this to end. He never wanted to not be with her, in this way and just in general. He had no clue why, but he got the feeling that she was it for him. She was the one. And he wasn't scared in the slightest. And with his mind at ease, he focused on their bodies that were moving in perfect sync with each other.

He learned a lot about her in those following minutes. He learned that if he thrust his hips in time with his tongue, she arched her back. He learned that if he flicked his thumb over her nipple, she bit down on his lip in a gasp. And most importantly, he learned that when she climaxed, she wrapped her entire body into his, enclosing herself in him, and him only.

Oliver decided that he was going to spend the entire night learning every little thing there was to know about her.

He needed to.

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