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In desperate need of air, Felicity disconnects her mouth from Oliver's and smiles up at him. "Take me home." Not needing to be told twice, Oliver moves his hand to grab hers, entangling their fingers together before leading her through the crowd and towards the door, ignoring the phone cameras and numerous onlookers. He pushes his way through the door, the cool night air hitting their skin, and he feels Felicity shiver behind him. Leading her towards where his motorcycle is parked, he turns and offers her his extra helmet with a grin. She shakes her head with a light laugh and grabs it from him, placing it on top of her head. Waiting for him, she takes the time to send a quick text to Diggle telling him where she is going and not to worry. Once he gets settled, she swings her leg to straddle the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling her body flush against his as he starts up the engine and takes off.

A short ride later and he's pulling up to the familiar apartment building, parking the bike in his assigned spot and quickly leading them inside. She wraps her hand around his arm and rests her head on his shoulder as they ride in silence up to the fifteenth floor, threading their fingers together while walking to his door. She is unable to wipe the smile off her face as Oliver unlocks the door and ushers her inside, locking it back up behind him. Due to the layout of his place, they immediately find themselves in his kitchen, and she unclips her cell phone from her shoe and sets it on the countertop. Oliver turns to face her, "Do you want something to drink?"

Shaking her head, a small smile tugs up the corners of her mouth, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he responds easily.

"Are you sure about wanting this?" Felicity asks, almost shyly with how low her voice is. "Because trust me, I'm no walk in the park. I mean, with the whole 'fame' thing… And I'm only twenty-two, I've never really been in a real relationship before," her eyes widen at her own words, "Not that this is a relationship! Or that it isn't. I mean, I don't know what it is. I know that I like you. A lot, actually. Which doesn't really happen that often for me, like I said - I'm barely twenty-two." She chuckles before her eyes bulge out of her face again, her hands gesturing out in front of her, "Not that I think you're old! Honestly, I don't even know how old you are, but I think you're thirty. Which isn'told! I mean, I like older guys. Not that I've ever really dated an older guy, but I'm pretty sure I've slept with a couple. Oh god, I am completely ruining this. I am so sor -"

"- Felicity," Oliver interrupts with a laugh, an easy smile on his face as he takes a step closer and places his palms on her bare shoulders. She takes in a deep breath at his warm touch. "Relax." His hand lifts to her face, palm brushing against her cheek, "I like you, too. A lot.Felicity, I know what I want, and it's you. In whatever way you want, whatever way you're ready for."

"Yeah?" she whispers with a wistful look as she leans into his touch.

"Mmhmm," he promises with a nod. "And by the way, I'm twenty-nine and three-quarters." She can't help but chuckle at his childlike description of his age.

Her laugh is cut off when his lips find hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue quickly poking out of his mouth to run along the seam of her lips. She immediately opens her mouth to him, tongue battling with his for dominance. Her hands wind around his neck to pull him closer, her fingers carding through the short strands of his hair. Feeling his touch roaming her body, Felicity moans against his lips. Moving his hands down her sides over the velvety fabric of her dress, he settles them at her hips and tightens his grip, fingers digging slightly into her skin as he pushes her backwards until her back hits the nearest wall. Removing his lips from hers, Oliver leaves a trail of kisses along her jaw and down further as she cranes her neck to give him better access, her hands guiding his head. He continues his path down her body, placing a few kisses to the valley of her breasts before dropping to his knees in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Felicity breathes out under hooded eyes as she glances down at him, fingers absentmindedly traveling through his short hair.

His palms venture over the smooth skin of her legs and he smirks up at her, wandering back up and underneath her dress, fingers gripping just beneath her ass. Her eyes close, and she breathes in sharply through her teeth when she feels his lips moving along the inside of her thigh, his hands massaging the backs of her legs gently. A gasp escapes past her lips when a roughened finger curls around the scrap of lace that barely even counts as panties and tugs them to the side, exposing her soaking wet folds to his hot breath. Right hand still squeezing the flesh of her butt rhythmically, his nose brushes lightly against her clit as he runs his tongue slowly along her slit, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Oliver," Felicity moans out breathlessly, ignoring the slight pain when her head falls back against the wall with a dull thud.

With a small groan at her praise, he licks another long, hard trail across her aching folds and briefly lets go of her underwear to run his hand down her leg toward her still heel-clad foot. Reaching her ankle, he easily wraps his fingers around it and lifts her leg until the back of her knee rests over his shoulder for better support. Pleased with himself at the moan that comes from her mouth, he smiles against her before circling his tongue around her clit and dragging his hand back up her leg to slip a finger inside her.

The way her fingers tighten where they're threaded in his hair and how she rocks her hips against his face make his erection strain against his dress pants, but he doesn't stop wanting to please her first, licking her faster as his finger continues to pump in and out. Adding a second finger, Oliver curls them inside her, flicking his tongue against her hardened nub, and her hips begin to grind more erratically against his face as the tension that's been building low in her belly finally explodes and she clenches around him. He continues to lick and pump through her orgasm until her grip on his hair loosens and her breathing slows down, lowering her leg back to the floor and rising to his feet.

Felicity immediately wraps a hand around the back of his neck and yanks his mouth to hers in a heated kiss, tasting herself on his lips and moaning against him. His hands gravitate back to her hips, gripping them tightly and lifting her off the floor. After she wraps her legs around his waist, Oliver expertly makes his way through the living room and towards the spiral staircase up to his bedroom without separating their lips. She circles her hips against him, feeling his bulge pressing against her through his pants and groaning into his mouth. Finally, they make it to his room, and he moves until his knees hit the bed so that he can lay her back on top of the mattress. A whine escapes past her lips when he pulls away and stands at the end of the bed, smirking down at her as his hands gravitate towards her ankles to slowly rid her of her stilettos. They drop to the floor with a thud and Felicity tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, watching as he removes his jacket and tosses it across the room. He toes himself out of his socks and shoes, his fingers deftly working to unbutton his dress shirt and she groans at his lack of speed.

Sitting up, she moves to the edge of the bed and stands to connect their lips again, ripping open his shirt. The remaining buttons clatter to the floor, drawing a chuckle from his lips, and she pushes the fabric off his shoulders until it pools around their feet before turning them around and forcing him to lay back. Oliver bounces slightly on the mattress and arches a brow at her.

Her hands find their way to unbuckle his belt as she leans forward, popping open the button and undoing the zipper. She reaches forward to pull off his pants, tugging his boxers along with them, and her eyes darken as his hard cock springs free from its confines. When she is standing straight again, her fingers disappear underneath her shimmering velvet dress before hooking around the sides of her thong, dragging the lace undergarment down her legs until she can step out of them. Gathering up her dress slightly and climbing on top of him, she mimics his facial expression, "What? Got a problem giving up control?"

"Nope," he answers with a grin, "It's sexy."

Felicity smirks down at him and stands up on her knees where they are bracketing his hips, arching her back as her fingers wrap around the bottom of her dress and drag it up her body before carelessly throwing it into the semi-darkness of the room, only illuminated by the downstairs lights over the banister. His eyes readily drink in her naked form, remembering just how long it's been since their one night together, and he shudders when his dick momentarily slides between her wet folds. Oliver grabs her hips and moves to sit up in an attempt to connect their lips, but she stops him with her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down onto the bed a bit roughly. She grabs his wrists where they're settled on her waist and pins his arms above his head, capturing his lips in a frenzied kiss and grinding her hips where she is settled against his lower abs. Hands keeping his pinned above them, she moves away slightly but stays close enough for their breaths to mingle, hers hitching in her throat as she continues to rub herself against him.

"Felicity," he breathes out, craning his neck to try to kiss her before she straightens her back. While one hand keeps his where they are, the other traces down his chest and abs before moving up her own body. Felicity closes her eyes, rocking her hips as her hand caresses her breast, fingers playing with her hardened nipple. He tries to steady his breathing as she rubs her wetness against his abs, her backside just out of reach of the tip of his dick, and he groans while watching her pleasure herself with his body. Oliver can't help but let out a grunt of frustration and she opens an eye to peek at him, a smiling tugging up the corners of her mouth. Slowing her movements, she leans forward until her peaked nipples brush against his sculpted chest and whispers, lilac strands of hair ghosting across his skin, "Don't worry, I'll return the favor."

Slowly making her way down his body, her lips travel across his chest and down his abs, stopping in her journey to lick up some of her juices, making him growl. She continues until she reaches his painfully hard cock and places a kiss to the base before licking a long stripe all the way to the tip, collecting up the bead of moisture that has formed there with her tongue. His breath hitches in his throat as she doesn't waste any more time in swallowing him into the warmth of her mouth, unable to keep his arms where she placed them when the need to thread his fingers through her silky locks overtakes him.

Felicity's head bobs up and down under his guidance, his hips thrusting up inside her mouth lightly while muttering various curse words. Her tongue sticks out to circle around the tip of his dick, and she feels him shudder before grinding out through a clenched jaw, "Fel-i-ci-ty."

Taking pity on him, she releases him with a wet pop and resettles herself with her knees bracketing his hips, rubbing his throbbing cock between her folds. Leaning forward, she mutters between kisses to his throat, "Condom."

Without looking, Oliver reaches out his arm towards his nightstand, opening the second drawer and rifling around until he finds what he is looking for. Before he has a chance to open it, Felicity grabs the item from his hand and tears open the foil packet with her teeth, much like she did their first night together. Wasting no time, she scoots back enough to grasp his length firmly in her hand and roll the condom onto him. She lifts herself onto her knees, readying him at her entrance before slowly lowering herself onto him, moaning as she takes him in deeper and deeper. His palms travel up her legs as her own drag along his chest, nails scratching lightly over his skin. His hands settle on her hips as she lifts herself up and sinks back down, repeating the action a few times before increasing her speed. Her eyes fall shut as she adds a twist to her hips while she moves, causing him to groan and dig his fingers into her soft flesh.

After a couple more minutes of allowing her to be in control, Oliver raises a hand to tangle in her curls, his other arm banding around her waist as he sits up slightly. He pulls her close and uses the momentum to flip them over without disconnecting their lips. The new angle allows him to thrust deeper inside her and she gasps against his mouth, meeting him thrust for thrust. Now it is his turn to circle his hips, and it causes her clit to drag across his pelvic bone and cries out, clenching her walls around him as she feels the familiar tingling begin to start deep in her belly. She gasps against his mouth, "Oliver."

Knowing that she is telling him she is close, Oliver quickens his pace, pounding even harder and deeper inside her wet heat. The tension building inside her finally explodes and she comes with a loud cry, her muscles spasming and clenching around him triggering his own release. His thrusts begin to lose their rhythm as he comes inside her, both of them riding out their highs for as long as possible. His movements slow and finally come to a halt as he collapses on top of her, both a them breathing erratically. After a few moments of her fingers stroking absentmindedly up and down his back, Oliver rolls off her and sits up to head to the bathroom and clean himself up. When he finishes, he half expects her to be asleep or gone as he makes his way back into his room, but he finds her there, laying underneath the thin sheets of his bed, watching him with a lazy smile.

A grin finds its way onto his face as he makes his way towards the bed, pulling back the covers and settling in next to her, sighing contentedly when she immediately curls into his side. His arm winds around Felicity's back and her head rests against his shoulder, her hand running along his chiseled abs. A crinkle forms between her brows as the tips of her fingers ghost over the black ink she is just now noticing. She takes in the Chinese characters moving vertically down his side, "Did you have this before? When we met?"

Eyes following her touch, a small smile flashes across his face, "Yeah. I've had it since my twenty-first birthday."

"Oh," she pouts. "How did I not notice this before?"

He laughs, "Too distracted by my perfectly sculpted body?"

She lightly slaps his stomach, "Shut up." Their chuckles die down after a couple seconds, and she goes back to tracing over the tattoo with the pads of her fingers. "What does it mean?"

Oliver's breath hitches at her question, and he debates whether he should tell her the truth before closing his eyes and letting out a breath, "I don't know. It was just some stupid dare from Tommy when we were drunk."

Not picking up on his tone, she giggles sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed, "Seriously? Man, you guys really were dumb."

Moving his fingers up and down the smooth skin of her naked back, he hears her breathing start to slow and knows that she is falling asleep, and he forces out a small laugh, "Yeah."