A/N: I have had the worst writer's block, you guys. After I wrote chapter 10 I was excited to get back into the swing of things, but then I kind of stopped feeling Olicity for awhile. Having this be a chapter all about the romance and almost completely not about the plot/mission, it was so hard to get into it. But I'm back, and I'm loving Olicity hardcore again, and I am already working on chapter 12 (which will be an immediate continuation of where I leave off at the end of this chapter-so no worries if you get to the end and think you're getting cheated. LOL) I owe feedback for all my reviews and I so greatly appreciate you all sticking with me despite the large gaps of time between updates. I guarantee you that chapter 12 will be posted before Christmas, and with any luck before the end of this week. Hope this was worth the wait. :)
For Felicity, it felt like only moments had passed from the time she and Oliver were swept away on a romantic carriage ride, to the time she was laying face down on a table with a small towel draped over her ass. A gorgeous masseuse's hands rhythmically migrated from her shoulders down her back, to her thighs and calves, working the kinks out of her muscles. She had to bite back a moan that would sound distinctly sexual, because Oliver lay on the table next to her and she didn't want to cause him to embarrass himself in front of strangers.
She turned her head to look over at him and blushed slightly when she saw that his intense gaze was already focused on her. The blue steel of his eyes bored into her and her mouth went a little dry. She could see the fire lighting in them and the feel of hands on her body, imagining his hands on her, caused her to grow very warm and pleasurably uncomfortable. She watched, her momentary embarrassment fading and her desire growing, as Oliver's eyes swept down her nearly-naked form and then back up to meet her bold stare. His unwavering gaze became almost challenging, daring her to look away. She didn't.
The masseuse's hands began working their way back up her calves to her inner thighs. Felicity fervently hoped his fingers didn't wander too much higher, because otherwise he was just going to be the first guy of the day to feel how wet she was. The expression on her face must have given her thoughts away, she realized, when Oliver's lips curved up in a very self-satisfied smirk.
She marveled at the way they were able to read each other so well without saying a word. It wasn't something new, but being able to take it to this level was something she'd never expected would happen and she fully intended to maximize her enjoyment of the situation. She briefly closed her eyes and lightly bit her lip, sinking her white teeth into the plump, cherry-red skin. When she reopened her eyes, deliberately doing it slowly so her lashes would sweep dramatically over her cheek, she could see how close Oliver was to losing control. His desire shone naked on his face and his eyes had darkened considerably. Felicity figured she better slow down or Oliver might just knock the two spa employees unconscious so he could bend her over the table right there amidst the hot towels and aromatherapy jars.
When both masseuses silently left the room, Oliver released a pent-up breath. "Let's go back to our room. Now."
Felicity laughed. "Not so fast. I have every intention of enjoying every minute of being pampered today. Besides, I kind of like how the anticipation is building," she added, her eyes gleaming.
He slid off the table and approached her like a jungle cat, and she swore her heart was going to beat her to death from the inside out. The towel fell to the floor and she was given an unhindered view of his gorgeous body from the top of his head to the tip of his toes… and every inch in between. Of which there were many.
He was gloriously masculine, his muscles large and defined, his skin hair-roughened and marked with the remnants of his torture. As her eyes drifted lower, magnetically drawn to the one part of him she'd never seen, she swallowed thickly. He was huge, and impossibly hard. He stood at full attention and she wanted nothing more than to spread her legs and welcome him in.
But not just yet.
He pulled her into a sitting position and stepped between her knees, pressing himself against her and making her gasp as the head of his cock slid through her wetness. He dipped his head, brushing his lips over the tip of one nipple and then the other. They tightened instantly and the pleasure and desire became nearly overwhelming.
"I think it's time for our mud baths," she objected faintly, and he growled.
"Fuck the mud baths," he rasped, his lips opening to tug one of her nipples between his teeth. He nipped lightly at it and her arousal grew immeasurably.
"Do you really want to do this right here?" she protested. "They could come back any minute."
"I could come any minute," he grumbled, reluctantly stepping back. "But while I don't care if they see me making love to the most amazing, beautiful woman I've ever known, I also don't want to rush this for you. I want to give you every moment of worship and devotion you deserve, and I want this to be worth every minute we've spent apart."
Tears sprang to her eyes and she wiped at them hastily, not wanting him to think of her as being too emotional. Instead, he lifted one hand to her cheek and stroked his thumb over it gently. "Don't ever be ashamed with me," he said quietly. "I love you, Felicity. I love every part of you."
"I love you too, Oliver," she said softly, turning her face slightly to press a kiss into his palm. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you bleeding out in the back of my car, I think. I've loved you more every minute since, and I fully intend to show you just how much. Later. For now, we have mud baths to get to." Breathing out shakily, she reached for their robes and handed one to him before sliding off the table and donning the other herself. Wrapping the belt tightly around her waist, she gestured for him to follow her to the next stage of their pampering.
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Later that evening, after an emotionally and physically charged day, Oliver and Felicity were sharing an intimate dinner on a terrace overlooking the eternity pool with the waterfall on one side of it. There were soft lights surrounding the pool and the moon gleamed brightly, providing enough romantic illumination to dine by.
Felicity was so tense she was ready to scream, and she knew Oliver's patience was holding on by a slender, worn thread. They had long since passed the teasing, heightened awareness stage and both were simply waiting for the charade of the evening to be over so they could indulge themselves in every pleasure that had been so long denied.
To keep her mind off how badly she wanted him and how devastatingly sexy he looked in his suit, Felicity brought up their mission. "I have to admit I'm at a loss," she said unhappily. "I haven't come across anything else suspicious on any of the couples. They all have seemingly legitimate marital histories and I can't find any crack in the armor that indicates a forged background together. I can't find one single shred of evidence that one of these couples isn't actually married." She blew out a breath of frustration. "Is it possible that the organization sent two people who are truly husband and wife?"
Oliver shook his head. "My informant swore that the pair weren't married."
She sank back into her chair and chewed on her lip in consternation. "What are we going to do, Oliver?" We only have three more days and then we have to fly back to Starling City. If we go back without any information as the identity of the organization, we may not be able to find out who they are until it's too late."
He reached out and took her hand, lifting it to his lips and skimming them lightly over her knuckles. "We'll figure it out, Felicity," he reassured her. "We always do. We'll find something, some kind of clue, and the pieces will start to fall into place. We'll keep an eye out for secret meetings, suspicious movements, anything that seems out of the ordinary. We won't fail."
She closed her eyes, sighed, and nodded. "I know. I'm just not used to coming up against this kind of brick wall. It's irritating and insulting."
"Let's look at what we know," he said practically. "We know it's not Elliott and Genevieve. It's almost as unlikely that it's Hunter and Elise. I don't believe Donovan has the capability. So we're left with Melina and Anson, and Peter and Nadia."
"I just can't see it with Nadia," Felicity replied emphatically. "She has the personality and the intelligence of a carrot."
Oliver choked on his laughter, and she gave him a small grin while she popped another olive in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "Melina and Anson are honestly the only pair I can see having anything to do with this, but for some reason I can't wrap my brain around it."
He nodded. "I feel the same way. So starting tomorrow, we shadow them. Neither one goes anywhere without us knowing about it, and I'll search their room during their private counseling session tomorrow afternoon."
"And I'll go through the security footage to see if I can find anything to give us a clue," Felicity added.
"Now that we have a plan, can we finish our dinner and get the hell out of here?" Oliver asked, his voice low and deep. The hungry way he was staring at her plucked her nerves like she was a violin, and she nodded eagerly. They quickly consumed the remainder of their meal, both of them barely tasting the delectable cuisine because they were too busy feasting their eyes on the other.
When Felicity laid her fork down after taking her last bite, however, Oliver suddenly changed his mind. Giving her an enigmatic grin, he took her hand and led her down the circular staircase to the pool below. Raising one eyebrow as a challenge, he stripped off his clothes and dove in.
"Oliver!" she hissed once he resurfaced. "Anyone could come out here!"
He shook his head and gestured for her to follow him in. "We were promised privacy here tonight. No one will be disturbing us."
Looking around, Felicity acknowledged there was no one around and hadn't been since their dinner began. Exhilaration coursed through her as she quickly shed her silver sheath and gingerly walked down the steps to join Oliver. The moonlight bathed her body in an ethereal glow, highlighting all the curves and creating shadows in the delta of her thighs. She looked as pure as an angel, but right now, she definitely had the thoughts of a sinner.
He stole the breath from her lungs when he trapped her between the side of the pool and his hard body. He was pressed fully against her, every inch of her body touching part of his. The hair across his chest lightly abraded her nipples and his hand stole to her waist, cupping her and pulling her tighter against his erection. He rubbed himself between her thighs and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. "Hold it in now, but I'm going to make you scream when we get back to our room," he breathed into her ear, and she whimpered.
Oliver lifted one leg, nudging his knee to Felicity's core and bracing it on the wall behind her. He settled her firmly onto his thigh and she rocked against it, her clit swelling and growing more sensitive with every stroke. She bit her lip and moaned as his hand slipped below the water and began to firmly caress the little bundle of nerves. She looped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest, rubbing them over the light dusting of hair with a wicked grin, and it was Oliver's turn to groan.
"I'm going to fuck you right here in this pool if you don't stop that," he gritted out.
She smiled coyly. "Maybe that's what I want you to do," she teased.
"That's it," he swore, and she squeaked when he lifted her in his arms and waded to the shallow end of the pool. He set her down gently and when she stood up, the water came to her knees. Oliver dropped to his and her eyes widened when he growled up at her, "Hold on tight."
Her hands flew to his shoulders just as his tongue delved between her lips, seeking out her clit and hitting jackpot. She cried out as he feasted on her, the tip of his tongue flickering rapidly against her and then abruptly alternating to a long, slow lick, his tongue flattening over her clit and stroking thoroughly, before going back to the fluttery motion. Felicity was soaking wet and it had nothing to do with being in a pool.
She had been so keyed up all day that it took very little time to bring her close to the edge. "Oh God, Oliver, please, please," she keened, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her legs began trembling. She didn't even know what she was begging for, just that the pleasure was so intense that she felt like she was going to explode into flames despite being surrounded by water.
"Tell me what you want, Felicity," he commanded, and she shook her head, unable to speak. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he repeated, his voice low, and she gasped.
"I want you to make me come!" she cried out, and he immediately speared three fingers into her and began pumping them against her as fast as he could. Her cries increased in volume as the pleasure rose and began filling her to the point of overflowing. She thrust down on him while he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, and just when she swore her heart was going to burst, he crooked his fingers inside her and brushed them against her inner walls.
Felicity wailed as her orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and consuming her. She bucked against Oliver's mouth and he milked every last drop of her juices as they flowed onto his tongue. Her legs were shaking so hard she couldn't stand, so he rose and cradled her against his chest.
"We belong to each other," Oliver whispered into her ear as he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Forever after this night, you're mine and I'm yours. I love you, Felicity, with everything in me. I will never want anyone else but you."
Felicity was still dizzy from the aftereffects of the intoxicating orgasm. It had been so long since she'd experienced one, at least from something besides her own fingers, that she had forgotten how powerful they could be. And she'd never experienced one as explosive as the one Oliver had just given her. "We belong to each other," she agreed, emotion clogging her throat. "Now can we please go back to our room? I want you inside me."
Oliver groaned. "You little temptress," he teased. "There's going to be no satisfying you, is there?"
"Never," she returned instantly. "I will never tire of you, Oliver. I will never stop needing you."
His lips slid over hers, stealing her breath as he held her as closely as possible. His tongue caressed hers and she could taste herself on him, and she hungered for more. She clung to him as he carried her up the steps and out of the pool. He spared only the briefest of moments to collect their clothing and grab two robes from the nearby cabana, wrapping them both up snugly for the trip back to their room.
They tiptoed through the lobby, trying not to bring attention to themselves. They didn't run into anyone and Oliver was relieved when he could shut the door behind them. He wasted no time in pushing the robe from Felicity's shoulders, his gaze roaming her silky body like a starving man at a feast for a king.
"You are perfect," he rasped, "and I don't deserve you. I never have and I never will. But I don't care. I'm never going to let you go."
Felicity basked in the affection and the tender words flowing from his lips. This was a whole new Oliver. It had taken far too long for him to come to this place of honesty, but it seemed now that he was here, he was prepared to stay. She reached up on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck. "I want you, now," she whispered, her voice silky and holding promises of pleasure he'd only ever imagined in his wildest dreams. "Prove to me how much you love me, and I'll prove my love for you in return."
Oliver's eyes blazed as he lifted her, carrying her to their bed-finally, truly, their bed-and laid her down gently, as if she was a precious gem. "Remember you asked for this," he whispered, and before she could breathe a word, he was showing her exactly how talented he was at worshiping at the altar of her body.
Felicity didn't know if she believed in hell, but after tonight there was no doubt in her mind that heaven was real. All she needed was to be in Oliver's arms, and she'd find it every time.
A/N 2: To reiterate, the next chapter will pick up where this leaves off. I'm not skimping on the Olicity loving, I promise. :)
