A/N: I am so happy you guys enjoyed the last chapter. The smut isn't over just yet (probably never will be from this point on) but there is an important discussion in this chapter as well.

Chapter Eleven

Felicity woke up after the most incredible night of her life, smiling to herself. After the first time she'd slept with Oliver, they didn't take much of a pause before starting all over again. In fact, there really weren't any pauses at all. Their little breaks consisted of constant touching and kissing, and his tongue just wouldn't stop. Truthfully, he was the best she'd ever had.

She wasn't going to tell him that, but something told her he'd already figured it out. Last night, she didn't know what she was expecting. When she'd pictured him naked - because yes, she had - he was always flat, but not defined. She thought he'd be average sized, not above average. She'd thought the image of him she'd conjured in her head was already perfect enough, and the real thing only exceeded her expectations.

The strange thing was that he seemed more affected by her body than she was by his. Felicity knew she had a nice body. Meeting with her trainer regularly and maintaining a somewhat healthy eating style had made her tone. She just never expected for him to be as worshiping of her body as he was. Oliver Queen, the man who was very familiar with women, had taken one look at her naked and had decided it was the best thing he'd ever seen.

Felicity grinned at the thought, shifting in her bed to discover that he'd more than held up his promise of making her sore. The ache between her legs was actually welcomed by her, since she'd never felt so thoroughly satisfied in her life. Yeah, she was definitely ready for another round.

Opening her eyes, she reached her arm backwards, hoping to come in contact with him. Her hand hit mattress, and the disappointment settled in. She didn't have to turn around to know that he wasn't in bed with her. Still, she looked, needing to confirm for sure. Even more disappointment washed over her. Of course it had been too good to be true.

Sighing, she flipped onto her back, resisting the urge to scream into her pillow. Had he been using her? Had he lied so that he could get her into bed? She thought that they'd really had a connection. He couldn't have faked that, could he have?

"You're awake," a voice said, and she immediately sat up.

"Oliver?"

He smirked, making his way towards her in his suit from the night before. "Were you expecting someone else?"

She felt her heart flutter as he came closer to her, thoughts of him abandoning her after sex long forgotten. "No, not until this evening," she teased, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "But I can always reschedule."

"You just love messing with me, don't you?" he murmured, putting one knee onto the mattress so that he could kiss her.

As his hands framed her face, his lips hovering right above hers, she grinned. "I think you love when I mess with you."

"I think you're right," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers and completely fusing her brain.

They kissed for a long while, and she should have been used to how toe-curling it was. They'd only spent the entire night with their lips melding against one another's. When they finally separated, she was breathless, and he was smiling widely. She exhaled shakily in an attempt to shrug his affect on her off, but if his smirk was any indication, he was fully aware of what he did to her.

"So, do you have to leave now?" she asked, reminding herself that he was completely dressed, and she was covered only by her sheets.

He furrowed his brows, shaking his head as he stood up. "No, why?"

"Well, it's just that you're dressed-"

"And I plan on getting undressed again," he interrupted, already tugging off his tie and throwing it on her dresser.

If she wasn't confused before, then she definitely was now. "Wait, if you weren't planning on leaving, then why did you get dressed?"

"Oh yeah," he remembered, leaving her room for a few seconds before returning with a cup of coffee in his hand. "I went out and got you this. I know you sort of have an addiction, and I didn't want to face the wrath of you without your caffeine ever again."

She took the cup from his hands, moaning in delight when the much-needed drink ran down her throat. Yeah, now she was awake. She smiled at him, loving that he remembered that she loved her coffee - not to even mention the fact that he knew exactly how she took hers - and that he was apparently terrified of her without it. He had to have known that she would never get as crazy as she did with him now that she understood.

"I also bought donuts, but I figured we could eat them after I eat you," he told her, and now that she was fully covered in a deep flush at his words, she noticed that while she'd been focused on her coffee, he'd been stripping off his suit jacket.

He climbed onto the bed, taking her coffee from her hands and setting it on the dresser. She gave him a look that was a combination of arousal and frustration, and he was grinning as he brought his lips to hers. She was expecting slow again, so she was more than surprised when he wrapped his hands around her wrists, holding them up over her head.

He pulled away to nip at her chin, trailing his lips down her neck and along her chest. The smirk he wore should have been illegal as he used his free hand to pull the sheets away from her body. This was the first time that he'd seen her completely naked in the day time, since all of their sex had taken place in the middle of the night. His gaze darkened as he looked down at her, reminding her all over again of what he thought of her body.

"Take your suit off," she ordered, hating that she was being restricted of seeing him as he was her.

His jaw locked as his eyes continued raking over her, and he gave no indication that he'd even heard her at all. Frustrated, she wiggled her hands out of his grasp, clutching his suit in her fists. His eyes met hers again, and he quickly took hold of her wrists again, returning them right back over her head.

"Don't move," he said, and she wasn't going to lie.

She was totally finding this hot.

"So I have to do as you say, but you don't have to do as I say?" she asked, since provoking him was always fun for her.

Especially in cases such as these.

He looked down at her, moving one of his hands so that it was resting right at her center, teasing her to the point where she was crying out his name. "Felicity, I think with all of the time you spent doing the exact opposite of what I said, that you should let me have this."

"Or what?" she continued, and he slid one finger into her purposefully.

"Or my clothes stay on, and we both miss out on some real fun," he answered, dropping his head down to her neck to leave wet kisses there. "I'm sure you don't want that, do you?"

She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. He smiled in triumph, going back to his mission of kissing down her body. His fingers continued to move inside of her as he did this, and her hips thrust aimlessly to seek the friction she desperately needed. When he kissed past her navel, her breathe caught, and she gazed down at him with hooded eyes.

Last night - and technically some of the first hours of morning - had been all about sex for them. Yes, there'd been tons of touching. He'd made her come more times than she'd like to admit using only his fingers, and he always stopped her before he could climax from her hands. She hadn't tasted him yet, and she was surprising even herself by how badly she wanted to. He just kept telling her that there was time for that later, while he focused on giving her enough orgasms to last a lifetime in one night.

Just because he wanted to be stubborn, it didn't mean she had to. And he'd taken advantage of the fact that she'd basically granted him permission to do whatever the hell he liked to her. Now, he was about to do it again, only he wouldn't freaking get to it already.

His breath blew out over her, and she thrust her hips into his face. At that, he pulled away, letting his grip on her hands go. She looked at him, confused, and covering her upper body with her arms now. He raised an eyebrow at her, making her core ache in craving of him. He'd told her not to move her hands, but what was she supposed to do when he left her high and dry like that?

Keeping her eyes on him, she made note of every little movement he made. He stepped over to her dresser, his back blocking her from seeing what he was doing. She groaned impatiently, deciding that if he didn't do something to her within the next couple minutes, she was going to handle it herself. Then, he turned around, his tie hanging from his hands.

She swallowed. Oh fuck.

Slowly, he approached her, saying no words whatsoever. He was so calm about the entire thing, though she could see the fire blazing from behind his eyes. He set a knee onto her bed, taking her wrists in his hands and tying his tie around them. Then, he stretched her arms out over her head, tying the other side of the tie to her headboard. He tugged on it a few times to make sure it was secure, and when his eyes met hers again, they were a little softer.

"Is it too tight?" he asked, and she knew that he'd untie her in a heartbeat if she told him to.

But she trusted him, and she was finding this unbelievable levels of hot, so she shook her head. "No."

That softness was replaced with the burning desire again, and he nodded in satisfaction. He crawled back on top of her, kissing her on the lips. He kissed her so heatedly, and so thoroughly, that when he pulled away, her lead lifted from her pillow to follow his mouth. The tie caused her to flop back down, and she swallowed back her frustration.

His lips skimmed over her breasts, thankfully skipping over them after a few minutes, deciding to focus on more dire parts of her. Setting his hands on either sides of her inner thighs, he spread her open for him. She was practically trembling, and she knew she was soaked at this point. He knew it too, judging from the predatory look he now wore.

"The fact that you want me this bad does wonders for my ego," he muttered, most likely speaking mindlessly.

She responded to that though, knowing that it had to be said. "Have you looked below your waist yet? It's pretty obvious that you want me just as bad."

"And I'm not trying to deny it," he pointed out. "I crave you like I've never craved anything or anyone else in my entire life."

She closed her eyes, counting in her head to keep her sanity. When he said things like that to her, it made her want to do very sinful things to him. And since she was in no position to act out those thoughts, she needed to calm herself down.

Oliver's stubble against her inner thigh made her eyes snap open, and she looked down as far as she could, only able to spot the top of his head. However, that was enough to send waves of want to her core, because the sight of him between her legs might have just been one of the hottest things she'd ever seen.

She felt his tongue dart out to taste her, and arched her back. The jolt of pleasure was short-lived, because his lips moved over to her inner thigh, pressing softly to it. She groaned in annoyance, unable to move her hips since he was pinning them down to the mattress with his large hands.

Suddenly, her home phone rang, and one glance to her nightstand showed her that Sara was calling. Oliver growled out of frustration, and Felicity cringed. Though this was going to suck, she knew what she needed to do.

"I told Sara I'd call her last night to make plans for today. She's probably called my cell about a million times. If I don't answer, she's going to get worried," Felicity said, and she felt Oliver's head hit her stomach in frustration.

He exhaled roughly, and she gasped as the air whooshed past her heat. If he noticed her reaction to his accidental spur of pleasure, he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he stood from the bed, grabbing her phone, and hitting the little green button on it. He reached over, holding the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" Felicity answered, hearing Sara's relieved voice on the other end of the phone.

"Oh my God, Felicity. Why didn't you call me?" Sara demanded. "I thought we were going to make plans to hang out today. Do you want to tell me what happened last night?"

"Oh, um, there really wasn't much to tell," Felicity lied, and one look at Oliver told her that he wasn't offended by the comment.

Sara didn't buy it. "Yeah, right. Meet me at that coffee shop down the street in twenty so that you can give me the full recap."

"Sara, I can't," Felicity denied, because there was no way in hell she was leaving this bed anytime soon.

She could hear Sara's pout through the phone. "Why not?"

Felicity racked her brain for an excuse, saying the first thing that came to her mind. "Because I'm a little tied up right now."

If she could face palm right now, then she would have. Oliver choked back a laugh, and she opened her eyes to glare at him. He sobered up, but the humor still danced behind his eyes. Sara didn't respond for a long while, and Felicity held onto the hope that the call had dropped before she'd been able to hear that traumatizing response.

Luck wasn't on her side on this one.

"Is that some kind of kinky joke?" Sara guessed. "Who the hell did you go home with last night, and why are they tying you up? Felicity, if I had known you were into that kind of thing, I would have shared a lot more about mine and Nyssa's sex life with you than I already do."

"Sara, how about we do lunch on Monday?" Felicity offered, not about to start in on something like this while she was tied to her headboard, stark naked, with Oliver Queen only inches away.

Sara groaned. "Fine. I'll let you get back to your sex."

"Bye, Sara," Felicity murmured, and Oliver quickly hung up the phone.

He leaned down and pecked her lips, nothing but sweetness intended.

"What'd you do that for?" she asked, smiling up at him.

He shrugged. "I don't think I tell you this enough, but your lack of filter is extremely cute, Felicity Smoak."

She flushed, rolling her eyes to cover it up. He saw through it, chuckling as he took position right where he'd left off before that phone call. Suddenly, her mind and body were right where he'd left it, and that urge for him was back full force. He didn't tease her like before, so she figured he must have gotten tired of it as well.

Instead, he buried his head between her legs, his tongue dragging along her. She clenched her eyes shut, gripping the tie tightly. Her body arched off the mattress as Oliver sucked her clit into his mouth, being relentless as he tasted her. His arms banded around her waist, keeping her planted so that all she could do was lie down and let him completely overwhelm her. Her throat burned from calling his name out so loudly and so frequently, but she couldn't help herself.

His name was the only word she knew in that moment.

She could feel her orgasm coming, and knew it was going to be a strong one. Oliver probably sensed it, too, since his strokes slowed down right when she was teetering on the edge. She relaxed a little as he eased up on her, but then his tongue was right back to dipping in and out of her, and she was thrashing her head back and forth to fight off the insane depths of pleasure he was taking her to.

She couldn't fight it off any longer though, and she wasn't going to try anymore. So, she let go, giving in to it and trembling as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Oliver watched her come, his chin resting lightly on her stomach. When she finally caught her breath, he kissed his way back up her body, untying her from the headboard.

His lips pressed over the spots his tie had been covering on her wrists, soothing the slightly reddened skin. He then kissed his way up her arm, meeting her right back at her lips. She could taste herself on him, and it only further aroused her.

"Okay, I did what you said," she murmured, pulling away from him. "Now, take off your suit."

"You sure you don't want those donuts first?" he joked, and at her stern look he swallowed down his laugh. "Right. Suit. Off. Got it."

His fingers worked fast to undo the buttons on his shirt, and she sat on the edge of the bed to help him with his slacks. As she'd thought, he was more than ready for her, and she cupped him partly because she wanted to feel him, and partly because she owed him a lot of teasing after the stunt he'd just pulled. He cursed out her name, shrugging off his shirt, and removing her hands so that he could slide out of his slacks.

She didn't know if he was desperate, or if he was just tired of teasing her, but he threw his boxers off along with them. She felt her mouth dry at the sight of him, and wondered when she would get used to how gorgeous he was naked. He was gorgeous when he wasn't naked as well, but naked Oliver was always going to be her favorite.

Felicity and Oliver laid on their backs, with her head on his chest, the only thing covering them the sheets. Felicity picked at her donut, eating little nibbles every few sentences. Oliver was lying back on the pillow, listening to her talk with a smile on his face. She was going on about one of her college experiences that had to do with a bakery.

Felicity loved that he just listened to her. None of the guys she'd dated in the past could stand that for very long, yet here this incredible hunk of a man had already been listening to her rant on for the past half hour, and not once did he tell her to stop. The way she was feeling at the moment sent a terrifying thought her way, and she wished she could ignore it, but it refused to leave her mind after that.

"Oliver?" she asked, pausing in the middle of her story to address what was on her mind.

She heard the concern in his voice as he answered her. "Yeah?"

Biting her lip, she forced herself to just get it over with. "What are we?"

He sighed from underneath her, and if she had to guess, she would have called it a sigh of relief. "I was thinking about calling myself your boyfriend," he told her, and her insides warmed. "Would that be okay?"

She moved up to kiss him, practically draping half her body over his. "Very," she murmured, pecking his lips sweetly.

When she pulled back, he grinned, kissing her just a little more deeply now. "You taste like chocolate," he mumbled when they broke away.

She laughed, ripping off a bite of her donut and feeding it to him. He ate it, raising one eyebrow at her as she watched him. The grin wouldn't leave her face, and she bent over to kiss him again. Her tongue swept through his mouth, pulling back at the sound of his groan.

"Now you taste like chocolate," she whispered against his lips, settling into his body when he sighed in delight.

She traced small designs into his chest, tapping her fingers over the firm muscles of his abdomen teasingly. They were already so comfortable with each other's bodies, and she'd never felt like that before. There was always those nagging insecurities that raced through her mind whenever intimacy entered the equation. With Oliver, she felt none of those.

"You know," he began, his voice deeper now, "we're not going to be able to tell anyone about us yet."

She stiffened, looking up at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I need people to take me seriously right now. If they find out I'm involved with someone who I work with, they'll find a way to use that against me. I know we acted a little more-than-friendly at the charity event, but no one noticed anything. Plus, I don't want people harassing you about me. The paparazzi will be all over you the second they catch scent of us, and I don't want to subject you to that just yet. Not that I ever want you to deal with them, but it's bound to happen."

His explanation made sense, and she really didn't care if people knew about them or not. All that mattered was that they knew what was between them. She knew how his image needed to be damn near spotless right now, because investors were dropping like flies. If he needed to keep them on the down low for now, then of course she'd do it. Also, coming out to the world as the world's hottest billionaire/bachelor's (only, not so much anymore) girlfriend wasn't something you did after only one night of really mind-blowing sex.

"That makes sense," she agreed, kissing him so that he'd know she was completely on board with him about this. "But I can still tell Sara, right?"

He laughed, and his smile reflected onto her own face. "Yes. I have no problem with us telling the people we can trust. I plan on telling Tommy."

A thought entered her mind, and she closed her eyes as she muttered out a curse. "Barry has seen us do stuff."

"Do you think he'd tell?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "Should I talk to him?"

Oliver shrugged. "Maybe he thinks we just had a hook-up, and now it's back to professional matters only between us."

"Maybe," she whispered, gnawing on her lower lip in worry and doubt.

He brushed her cheek, his touch comforting. "Technically, he didn't see us do anything more than stand against each other. He probably thinks you hate me."

"You know what? I'll just have a talk with him. If he suspects something is going on between us, then I'll do my best to assure him that it's not true. If he's completely clueless, then we have nothing to worry about."

"And that's why you're the genius," he said, flipping so that he was hovering over her.

Their lips met, and they were both grinning as they kissed. Oliver's hands ran along her sides, as he settled between her legs. She moaned when she felt him already growing hard for her, and pulled away from him so that he could shower kisses along her neck.

"We're never leaving this bed, are we?" she breathed.

He murmured the only answer she wanted to hear against that sweet spot right under her ear.

"No."

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