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A Long Night (& then Some)
Felicity's brain was currently working on overdrive in a feeble attempt to devise a plan to take care of both Malcolm and Ra's. Oliver was talking to her and while she heard his voice, (barely), she couldn't hear him over the sound of her thoughts. She quickly put her phone down on the bed and head to the living room, aiming straight for her computer. There had to be information about these machines somewhere in her research. It wasn't long before the blonde vigilante's fingers were flying across the keyboard, and after a few minutes, pulling up information on an earthquake machine.
"The Markov device," Felicity began as Oliver walked up and sat in the chair next to hers, getting a closer look at what she was seeing, "created by none other than Dr. Brion Markov, himself."
"How do we find this thing? And who are the other doctors listed after Markov?" Oliver asked, studying the blueprint of a complex looking machine that Malcolm was planning to level the Glades with.
"Those are other scientists that worked on the device." She replied, looking over the names and taking note of them. Typing a simple command allowed her to tabs on the scientists until they found the Markov device. "As for finding the device…" the blonde trailed off, her brain working out pieces of the puzzle, as Oliver stood and head back to her room. Having an epiphany, she slid her hand behind the desk, grabbing the small brown journal, it's pages still blank. Oliver returned as she turned to face him, seeing that he had the same journal in his hand.
"Three of those names are on the list." He told her as he approached, his eyes landing on her hands noticing the replica. "Where did you get that?"
"What list?" she asked, puzzled as she showed him the blank pages, then gasped. "Oh! I bet it's some kind of invisible ink, what if it's another list? Oh, God, we can not afford to open up a can of worms like that right now.
"The list my father gave me when he told me to right his wrongs." Oliver answered. "Before he killed himself." His eyes flitted down, his arms down as his sides, as his left thumb and index finger rubbed together.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that." Felicity replied sincerely, knowing that the scars that Oliver wore on his body had nothing on the demons he carried on the day-to-day basis. "The names on the list, these are all these shady corporate people you've gone after thus far, right?"
"Yes, and three of these names are on it. One being Markov." He answered, opening the book and showing her the page.
"So they've been planning this for at least a year. Did Malcolm or your mother seem weird to you before you left?" Felicity asked.
"I hadn't seen Malcolm for about a week by the time my father, Sara and I were leaving." Oliver answered, now noticing that fact as weird. "My mother seemed normal."
"Your mother paid someone to hide the Gambit. And the Gambit…" she began. "You weren't supposed to be on the Gambit. I bet Malcolm was targeting your father, you just became collateral damage."
"Wait. What do you—"
"I did a little more investigating, and saw the Gambit myself."
"Felicity, you could've gotten yourself killed."
"What was I supposed to do, ask you to come with me? Had we gotten caught—"
"I don't get caught." He deadpanned. "But apparently you do, meaning you could've used backup out there."
"First of all, it was one time." She argued, crossing her arms. "And I didn't need your help, Oliver. I can certainly handle myself, you must have forgotten how I've kicked your ass more than once now."
"Jesus, Felicity, Walter was killed less than 15 feet away from us for digging into this stuff."
"Which is exactly why I had to keep digging into it. Alone." Oliver rubbed his temples, realistically he knew that she could take care of herself, for the most part, but listening to his mother and Malcolm discuss Felicity being killed had struck a nerve earlier that night. That being said, Ra's al Ghul's appearance didn't make it any better. The stress of everything going on was starting to wear on them. There was no need to argue right now, Oliver thought with a sigh.
"Felicity, look," he began, finally looking back at his girl, her face slightly crestfallen as she chewed on her lip. He walked up to her, placing a gentle hand on her waist as calloused fingers of the opposing brushed across her jaw line. "There's a lot going on right now. Tomorrow, no matter what happens, is going to be hellish. Maybe we should just step back for right now."
"What do you mean step back?" She asked, her blue eyes widening, as she pessimistically thought of him wanting to take a break so they could focus on the situations at hand.
"From everything." He smiled gently stepping back and taking her hand to lead her to the towards her bedroom. "We can go back to our crazy later, it's barely after nine. For now, go unwind and take shower. I'll reheat dinner and have it ready when you come out."
"Okay," Felicity smiled, up at him, deciding that he was right. They needed to take a break and be clear headed if they were going to find the Markov device. Oliver slowly leaned down, his lips stopping a breath away from hers.
"And I'm sorry for snapping at you." He murmured, his nose brushing against hers.
"I'm sorry for snapping back." She whispered back, leaning up to grasp his lips in her own. He brought a loving hand into her hair, his fingers threading into golden strands as he pulled her face closer. Felicity's soft sigh pulled Oliver's tongue from between his lips like silk, his flavor running over her lips before she opened up to him.
She wasn't sure when it happened but he had her pressed against the wall, her fingers dancing beneath his button up shirt. They skimmed their way up to his top button, as his tongue ran across the roof of her mouth, making her shiver. He could feel her heat on his chest as she opened button after button. Oliver began pushing her pajama shorts down, his fingers feelings nothing but a tiny thong underneath, making him groan into her mouth.
He pulled back as Felicity stopped out of her shorts, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, looking as beautiful as ever. The words I love you rested at the tip of his tongue, desperate to dive out. His hands found the hem of her MIT sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. He couldn't help but take a look down at her perky, bare breast, and Oliver could feel the caveman in him coming out as he thought to himself that she was all his, and his alone.
Felicity noted the moment that his blue eyes went black, and he pressed her back against the wall, his lips attacking her neck, while taking one aggressive pull at her thong and ripping it clear off of her body. The blonde gasped, shuddering hotly at Oliver's primal aggression, and her hands opened his belt quicker than she ever opened anything in her life. He grabbed her legs just as she pulled his pants down, lifting her and pulling his cock out of his briefs.
Oliver's head finally left her neck, admiring his handiwork, while belting his left arm around Felicity's waist. His right hand slid between them, making sure she was ready for him and brushing across her clit a few times. He looked up at her beautiful blue, hooded eyes as she rocked against his hand, her wetness covering his fingers. He watched her lips as they silently molded the words, 'fuck me', and grew even harder. He lined himself up with her entrance, rubbing her cock against her clit first, then slipping inside with a groan. Fuck, she always felt so amazing.
"This is going to be quick, baby." Oliver admitted, Felicity already nodding vigorously.
"We have all night." She murmured, pulling his lips back to hers as he began thrusting. Her nails began clawing at his scalp as she felt the pressure building low in her belly. Oliver, feeling her clench, knew that she was close, and slipped a hand back in between them, his calloused finger tips rubbing fast, tight, circles on her clit. "Oh, Oliver!" Felicity moaned aloud, her head falling back to lean against the wall, her teeth sunken into her bottom lip.
"Cum for me, baby." He growled into her ear, holding himself back from exploding until she came first. He groaned as he stopped circles, and pushed his middle finger alongside his cock and into the blonde's tight hole. His thumb picked up his ministrations on her clit, as he thrusted and curled his middle finger just right.
"Fuck! Oliver, yes!" she screamed, her impatient hips rocking against him as she came, drenching his hand and dick in everything she had. Thankful that she had finally come, Oliver slipped his finger out and let go, swearing in Russian as his head fell to Felicity's shoulder. Their bodies slowed to a stop as they panted, Oliver pulling back to look straight into her eyes.
"You don't have to say it back, now or, well ever, though I really do hope you do someday because that would kinda suck," he babbled, nervously, "I'm starting to sound like you." He chuckled. "What I'm trying to say is… I just want you to know that what I said earlier at Table Salt is true. I didn't know it would be possible for me after the island, but I love you, Felicity."
"I, uh— thank you." She whispered, wanting to tell him that she loved him too, but unable to allow the words to escape her lips. "Why don't you take a quick shower so you can get comfortable. I'll leave your bag on my bed and bring you a towel."
"Okay, I'll be five minutes." He replied, kissing her forehead and putting her down.
...
Felicity exited her bedroom, dressed in a bright yellow, silk camisole, with matching shorts. She head for the kitchen, still raking her fingers through her still damp hair. The news was playing on mute in the living room and Oliver, shirtless with grey sweats, placed a plate in front of her. Felicity licked her lips at the sight of grilled rosemary chicken with mushroom gravy, roasted red potatoes and asparagus. She smiled a bit knowing that there was yummy slice of red velvet cake waiting for her too. Oliver sat his own plate of steak, quinoa, and mixed vegetables across from her.
"I have a bottle of Pinot Blanc under the sink." She told him.
"White wine?" he asked, while pulling the corkscrew from the kitchen drawer, then the bottle from underneath the sink. "That doesn't sound like you."
"Laurel insisted that I try it." Felicity shrugged, taking a bite of her chicken, as Oliver grabbed two glasses, and head back towards the bar. Oliver peeled of the wrapped before stabbing the cork with the screw and twisting. The bottle opened with a low pop, and he filled their glasses half way, setting one inches from the blonde's plate. "Thank you." She smiled, as Oliver's phone went off.
"Anything for you." He winked, unlocking the screen and then reading the message with a smile: 'ur at HER house now aren't you?!' . He hadn't gotten a chance to respond when another message came through: 'u r sooo not smiling more and being home less because ur working, you liar! WHO TF IS THE GIRL, OLLIE?! I WANNA EFFING MEET HER ALREADY'.
"What's so funny?" Felicity smiled, her heart warmed at the sight of Oliver looking so relaxed.
"My sister, Thea, knows I'm seeing someone." Oliver explained, showing Felicity the messages. "Speedy is great, you'll love her."
"I bet I would." She replied honestly, before frowning slightly. "Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I think we need to address the elephant in the room."
"And which elephant might that be, Felicity?" he asked.
"The Ra's shaped elephant. " She answered. "If-slash-when it comes down to it, I'm go to challenge him to a duel, Oliver. It's that or I go there and face trial, and while that will definitely get me killed, it may get Sara, and even Nyssa, killed too. I'm not going down without a fight." She told him. Oliver sat silent for a long while, chewing a piece of steak, but not really tasting it, as he mulled over her words.
"Okay."
"Okay?" she asked.
"I know that there's nothing that I can say to stop you… so, okay." He clarified.
"Okay." Felicity nodded in agreement. "Thank you for understanding."
"I'd do the same thing." He admitted. They finished dinner while making light conversation, careful not to stray into dark topics. Felicity cleaned their plates as Oliver pulled out dessert: a slice of key lime pie for him and red velvet cake for her. She walked back to the island with still wet hands and handed Oliver a clean fork, placing one on the counter for herself. He expected her to sit, but instead she grabbed her tablet and both journals from the living room before doing so.
"We only have 24 hours." Felicity stated, placing the items on the counter between them. "Our current advantages are that they don't know that we know about the device, and it's not set to go down until about 46 hours from now. We just need to find the machine and shut it down."
"In the meantime, if there's nothing else for right now," he began, standing and walking around the breakfast bar, to pull the blonde from her seat. His hands landed on her waist as he pulled her close.
"Mmm, Mr. Queen." She murmured, pulling his head down for a brief kiss. Oliver's lips moved down to her neck, while guiding her to the sofa and his hand into her shorts. "Ahh," she moaned softly, holding his head in place at just the right spot on her neck. He lifted her by her thighs, her legs wrapping around his waist. Felicity's eyes just barely caught view of the TV, seeing the headline on the news: Scientist Dr. Bentley Novah Murdered by the Hood Copycat "No!" she called out, as Oliver was about to sit with her astride him. She scrambled down off of him, grabbing the remote and turning up the TV.
"He's killing the scientists now." Oliver stated, staring at the screen. "He's tying up loose ends, before he sets off the device."
"But I don't understand." Felicity responded. "Why do it now? Why not wait until just before he sets it off?"
"What are you thinking?" Oliver asked as the pair stood side by side watching the news.
"I'm thinking that something about this is rather messy for Malcolm." She answered. "Or we're missing a piece of the puzzle. What if he changed his mind and decided to do it earlier?" Oliver remained silent for a moment, weighing her words and their options.
"Let's go." He replied, heading to her room to retrieve his duffel bag.
"Where are we going?" she asked, following.
"To put the fear of God into my mother."
...
They were a long way from their motorcycles, considering that they surely couldn't ride through the gate and straight up to the Queen Mansion. Thankfully, Oliver knew a route that he used to sneak out in his teenage years, just 11 minutes exact from the car to the back door. Arrow and Clover stealthily walked up to the back door, armed with their bows. He knew that Raisa had gone home by now, and Thea was out with her boyfriend, Roy.
He used his own key to unlock the door, leading his fellow vigilante through the kitchen and to the main hall. He signaled to Clover to stay silent, closing his eyes for a moment and using a skilled that he had acquired on the island. He could hear faint movement not far away, and he could bet that his mother was in her study, just past the living room. Arrow nodded his head in the direction as Clover nocked an arrow in her bow. He did the same before leading her past the living room and right outside of the door of the study.
He paused momentarily to listen, hearing the faint sound of a glass tumbler set down on the mahogany of her desk. Clover nudged him, with batting lashes. Already knowing what she wanted, he shook his head with a faint smile and stepped aside, allowing her to do the honors. Clover nodded her gratitude before back up just a bit, and forcefully kicking the door open. Moira jumped so hard that her glass shattered on the floor.
"Dammit!" she yelled, standing, and patting the wet spot on her skirt with a handkerchief from her desk. She was dressed still in her clothes from dinner, minus her coat. The two vigilantes stepped into her office, an arrow nocked each. "What is the meaning of this?" an irritated Moira questioned, hands on her hips, looking between the pair.
"Moira Queen—" Arrow began.
"You have failed this city!" Clover intercepted, a little too cheerfully. She'd been wanting to do this for far too long. She glanced over at him seeing him already watching her with a raised brow. "Sorry… I just always wanted to say it." She shrugged, seeing the faintest tug of a smirk.
"Where is the Markov device?" Arrow ground out, his modulator making him sound even more intimidating. Moira pulled a face of confusion.
"The what device?" she asked, feigning naiveté. Clover huffed before stepping closer, her arrow pointed at Moira head from across the desk.
"Mrs. Queen, I beg of you, please do not fuck with me." Her modulated voice said as she stared Moira straight in the eye. "We literally do not have time for this shit. Okay? Now, where are you and Malcolm Merlyn keeping the Markov device."
"I don't know what you're talking about." The matriarch continued with a shrug. Arrow stepped closer, his arrow still nocked.
"We know exactly what you two are planning. Tell us where. It. Is." He growled. Moira sighed, with a small shake of her head.
"I don't know what—" she began, halting when one of Clover's arrows whizzed past her ear and pierced into the wall behind her.
"Do you think this is a joke?!" Clover yelled, getting beyond irritated with this woman. "Oh, Moira, please keep fucking with me and I will make sure your children are sitting right in the middle of the fucking Glades when that shit goes off. Last chance. Where's the earthquake machine?" Moira, her face stark white, dropped her shoulders.
"Okay." She replied seriously, her hand up in surrender. "It's already in place. Malcolm text me a picture of it, but I don't know where it is. My phone is right here in the drawer, just let me grab it for you." Clover cooked her head at the Queen matriarch, before pursing her lips and looking at Arrow. He stared at his mother for a long moment before a short nod. Clover walked closer to Moira, coming around the desk to stand beside her.
"Open it." She demanded once they were standing side-by-side, while nocking a new arrow. Moira slowly pulled the drawer halfway before yanking it fully and swiftly pulling a gun on Arrow. "Do you really wanna take your chances against two vigilantes, or did you forget that you gave two arrows pointing at you? I'm sure you'd prefer to walk away from this as unscathed as possible."
"You want to know where it is, you ask Malcolm." Moira replied, firing a shot just as Clover elbowed the side of her face. Seeing Arrow get up from the floor, blood leaking from his shoulder, Clover looked in the same drawer that Moira pulled the gun from, grabbing the cellphone and tucking it into her waistband, while making a mental note to ask Cisco to add a few pockets.
"Duck!" Arrow yelled as a shot rang out, Clover ducking just in time for bullet to miss her head.
"Damn, Queen, nice aim." The femme vigilante laughed, seeing Arrow gesturing towards the door, after disarming his mother. Moira scrambled towards her desk as Clover ran for the exit, hearing an alarm ring the manor.
...
"SCPD will be here in four minutes, personal security in two." He told her as they ran through the back door, heading down the same path they came. Clover looked over at him as they sprinted, making a quick assessment of his wound. Arrow noticing g this, touched it out, not wanting her to worry. Instead he pulled on her competitive ways, smirking at her the running faster. He glanced back, seeing her brows raised and head cocked, before she boosted her speed, catching up and passing him easily. They went on like that, neck and neck, Clover gaining the advantage when it was time to leap and grab the top of the fence. Hanging from the top she looked down at him, then behind them, seeing flashlights in the distance.
"Need a boost?" she asked, right before Arrow leapt, latching on to the top of the fence only using one hand, as not to hurt his bad shoulder more. Clover pulled herself up, flinging her left leg over the flat top of the gate. Feeling rather uncomfortable on the cold, hard metal, she leaned over, offering Arrow her hand. "C'mon." She told him, as she glanced back out in the trees. The flashlights were much closer. "Oliver. Come. On." She growled as he continued pulling himself up enough to grab her hand with his bad shoulder. She helped pull him up until he was inside the same position that she was, the flashlights only feet away at this point.
They simultaneously dropped to the opposite side of the gate, running to their bikes with no hesitation to hop on. As they rode down the street, Felicity took a moment to glance at Oliver, quickly able to tell that he was gritting his teeth at the pressure on his shoulder. Regardless, she knew that he would be macho about it and pretend it didn't hurt when she patched it up.
...
The ride to Verdant wasn't a long one, and the pair parked in the back alley, before heading through the door and down the stairs. The first thing Felicity did after taking off her mask, was plug Moira's phone into the computer and run an algorithm to download all text messages, photos and anything with keywords having to do with the matter at hand. She pulled off her wig, setting it on the desk and pulling the low bun from her hair. She turned to face Oliver who was already shirtless. Nothing but leather pants, combat boots, and the black makeup around his eyes.
"We must look like the cutest pair of pandas." Felicity smiled as she approached him, taking his hand and leading him to the med bay.
"You'd be the cutest panda ever." He murmured, stopping her once they'd reached her destination. He spun her around to face him, hands on her hips as he pulled her close, brushing his lips over hers.
"Mmm, so affectionate tonight." she murmured against his lips.
"It stirred something in me, seeing you talk to my mother that way." He replied, pecking her lips and sliding his hands down to her butt.
"Let me patch you up, babe." Felicity said, between kisses. "Then we can go upstairs and get a drink, maybe dance a little."
"I don't dance." Oliver responded with a smirk as Felicity pushed him to sit on the cot.
"Well, you're dancing tonight, Queen." She smiled as she placed various medical items on the cart, then moving to stand between his legs.
"We'll see." He ground out as she removed the bullet from his shoulder.
"Oh, I'm counting on it Mr. Queen." She smirked, putting pressure on his wound with an alcohol soaked gauze. "As a matter of fact, dance with me tonight and I'll be sure to finish what I started earlier tonight." The blonde put down the gauze, her hands sliding down his bare chest, down to the seamless hem of his leather pants.
"I'll do whatever you want for you to finish what you started." He murmured as her fuchsia lips landed on his neck, kissing and nipping along the surface. "Fuck." He murmured, growling in her ear when he felt her cold fingers slide into his pants, fondling him in the most painfully delicious way. His hands gently squeezed her waist, with a sharp intake of breath, before they heard the door open.
"Oliver? Felicity?" Diggle's voice called as he head down the stairs. Felicity quickly popped her head up, sliding her hand out of Oliver's pants. He readjusted himself quickly, feeling annoyed by them being interrupted for the third time that night.
"Med bay!" she called, seeing her kinda friend, (who seemed like he kinda didn't 100% trust her, but liked her okay), head in their direction. And do his arms get bigger every time she sees him?
"Seems that way doesn't it?" Oliver chuckled, with a light shake of his head. Felicity smirked, blushing slightly.
"I… I didn't mean to say that out loud." She giggled, a bit embarrassed. "It's just, those things are like tree trunks. I feel bad for the man John Diggle puts in a chokehold. Bye-bye esophagus." Oliver full on laughed, Diggle chuckling behind him, having caught the last bit of what she'd said.
"So, what happened here? You shot him again?" Diggle asked, jokingly.
"To be fair, when I did shoot him, it was because he shot me first." The blonde retorted. "Mind you, I had just saved his life, and he wasn't even going to thank me."
"I—just…" Oliver began, trying to find a justification, as Felicity began stitching the gun shot lesion. . "I just don't like having things that I… can't be in control of. I didn't know anything about you, so it felt too risky to have another vigilante running around. I think I was hoping to run you out of town." She pursed her lips, nodding and accepting his answer.
"Well aren't you glad I'm persistent? " she asked, somewhat jokingly.
"So glad." He smiled, staring at her as her blinding smile warmed his heart. He wanted to remind her that he loves her, but he was sure the look on his face said it all. He chuckled lightly as the pinkish blush covers her cheeks, then her neck and chest.
"Stop looking at me like that." She whispered, glancing at Diggle for just a moment, then back down at the needle in her hand. She took a light breath and continued stitching.
"Looking at you like what, baby?" he murmured.
"You know." She shrugged, her eyes flicking to Oliver's, as his words earlier tonight rang in her head. I love you.
"I'm just admiring what's mine." He shrugged with his good shoulder. "You're just beautiful, that's all." He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her once pink blush turning red. Felicity quickly layered new gauze over the fresh stitches, taping it down before admiring her work.
"Okay, well, I'm done here Panda Queen, I'm gonna shower and change, then we can head upstairs." She spoke quickly, making a beeline for the bathroom.
"I'll meet you in there!" Oliver called after her.
"Oh, no you wont!" she called back,, the door clicking locked after she entered.
"We're going upstairs for a couple of drinks before we go home." Oliver told Diggle, who was staring at him in awe. "Come with us, so we can catch you up on everything that happened tonight.
"Uh, yeah, man, sure thing." Diggle nodded, before gesturing to the stitched up wound. "Speaking of which, what happened?"
"We paid my mother a visit and she shot me… again." Oliver replied with a roll of his eyes, slowly backing up just a few steps towards the bathroom where a naked Felicity awaited under steamy, hot water. "Oh, and I told her that I love her."
"Your mother?" Digg inquired, confused.
"Felicity." Oliver clarified, Diggle started eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
"I'm proud of you, man. She's good for you." He commended.
"Thank you, she's the best part of me." Oliver beamed, bright eyed. "And speaking of which, I'll meet you upstairs in 10. I have… business to tend to."
"Do your thing, man." His best friend nodded, stunned by the turn around he was seeing in his friend. "I'll meet you upstairs." Oliver head towards the bathroom as Diggle went back up the stairs.
Now, little does Miss Smoak know, a locked door was not about to stop him from finishing what they'd started.
...
Felicity woke up first the next morning, under the realization that time was dwindling down. They needed to find the Markov device and fast. Moira's phone had been a bust, and so Felicity had to rely on her detective skills to get to the bottom of this one. She snuck her naked body out of bed, pulling on Oliver's discarded black t-shirt from the night before and a fresh paint of panties. It wasn't long before the coffee maker was doing good its thing, and she was sitting in front of her monitor with a piping hot cup of liquid caffeine.
It was after nine when Oliver woke, padding into the living room in nothing but his briefs. Felicity glanced at him, and then the time, noting that she'd been working away for the last three hours to practically no avail. The only new information that she had was that the rest of the scientists had been killed. She grabbed her mug, ready for a few more sips of liquid gold to find that it was empty… again. To be honest, she wasn't sure how many cups she'd had, but one look at the coffee pot told her it was empty.
"Have you eaten anything? " He asked after following her eyes with his own.
"I suppose red vines wouldn't count, right?" the blonde asked innocently.
"Fe-li-ci-ty." Oliver lightly scolded, heading towards her fridge, and opening it. "Of course. You never buy groceries."
"Nah, that's Laurel's job." Felicity explained. "She buys groceries to cook for me a couple times a week, and I help get her evidence for her cases. It a win-win, really." Oliver smirked and shook his head at her.
"I don't suppose you have any take out menus that serve breakfast? " He asked, while pulling two glasses from the cabinet and filling them with cold water from the gallon in fridge.
"I do actually do." She replied, standing from her chair and stretching. She sauntered up to him, as he set their glasses on the counter. His arms encircled her immediately, pulling her close.
"You are absolutely stunning in the morning." He murmured, in awe of her beauty as he took her in. Her blonde hair was a mess of curly waves from their actions the night before. Her face was void of makeup and glasses, and she was wearing his shirt.
Oh, she was wearing the hell out of his shirt.
Felicity giggled, blush coming to her cheeks, as Oliver slid his hands down her sides. His hands reached the hem of her shirt and his hands dance around to the backs of her thighs. His palms flattened, drifting upwards to squeeze her ass, as he lowered his lips down to while. Her fingers automatically found their home in his hair, tugging him as close as she could and she tasted and explored his mouth.
Felicity's nails dragged down the front of his chest landing at his briefs and pushing them down as she directed him to lead against the breakfast bar. With a sultry look in her eyes, the determined blonde slid down as she pushed his briefs to his ankles. She pulled a stool close to sit on, for the sake of their heights, and stroked him a few times, before letting her hot, wet mouth surround him.
"Jesus, Felicity." He moaned, his hands slipping into her hair, not guiding her but more resting in her tresses. He opened his eyes, seeing piercing blue eyes locked onto his. Her mouth continued chasing her hand in an up and down motion, her tongue occasionally swirling around his head. Noticing that he was trying to stay still, Felicity used her free hand to grab his ass, urging him to thrust.
Oliver started slow, as her left hand stayed latched to his ass, the right hand slipping a bit further south to fondle his balls. "Fuck." He growled, eyes rolling back as he felt his head hitting the back of her throat. He wasn't going to last long, but he was desperate to be inside of her. It took him less than five seconds to pull away from the blonde, hands grabbing her waist and spinning them to sit her on the counter top. He lifted her again just slightly so that she could pull her panties down over her butt. He sat her back on the counter, pulling them the rest of the way off in record time.
Felicity began rubbing her self a bit, knowing that she was already wet, and lunged forward, catching his lips with hers. Oliver continued kissing her, guiding her to lay back, his t-shirt bunched up at her waist. She looked like an angel, panting with her cheeks flushed, and golden hair fanned out across the granite counter top, like a halo. He pulled back, raising her legs with gentle caresses, as he watched her continue to touch herself. He bent her legs, so that the backs of her knees met perpendicular to the creases of his elbows. She leaned up on her elbow, grabbing him and leading him inside of her.
"Oh, God," she breathed as he slipped inside, a groan leaving his lips. Oliver's thrusts began at a slow pace, but Felicity wasn't having it, rocking her hips with a moan of, "please faster". He followed her command her hips snapping against her as he felt balls tighten. He guided her legs to wrap around his waist, one palm landing flat beside her head as her rubbed quick circles on her clit. Their moans and breaths mixed, filling her apartment with a sweet music that was nothing but theirs. Oliver released with a growl, just seconds before Felicity, his rhythm slipping as he filled her with everything he had. He slowed to a stop as she pulled him down for a kiss, pouring her love for him into it.
Hoping that he'd felt it, because she'd yet to have the courage to say it back out loud.
...
After a kiss from Oliver, Felicity practically ran to her car when she was done at work. He had made it a short day in hopes of giving them more time to find the device before Ra's returned. Not that it made a difference, because between actual work, Felicity had been using her time at the office wisely. Oliver was going to stop by the manor to see his sister and Raisa, considering he hadn't been home for a while.
The pair met back at the bunker two hours later, leaving them with four hours to find the device. Oliver was on the salmon ladder, while Felicity tried her absolute best to ignore him, because fuck, was he hot on the salmon ladder. Diggle turned to Felicity, with brows raised, her pink lips forming into an 'o' before she snapped them shut and shrugged. An hour later, Felicity stood, stretching. Oliver was pacing and she could tell he was getting just as frustrated as she was. She came up behind him, sliding her arms sound his waist, stopping him in his tracks.
"Hey," she whispered behind him.
"Hey yourself." He mumbled back, feeling slightly relaxed by her touch.
"I'm going to find it. Okay?" she told him, reassuringly.
"I have nothing but faith in you, baby." He replied, turning to hold her in his arms. She leaned up in her toes, pressing her lips to his.
"I'll get back to work." She told him, about to go back to her seat.
"Maybe I can steal five minutes of your time." Oliver whispered. "Give you a little stress belief before you jump back in, I am quite famished." Felicity swallowed, immediately catching his offer, and frankly his head between her legs sounded pretty incredible at the moment.
"Make it three?" she asked.
"Oh, you know I can." He responded huskily, glancing up at Diggle, who was on the phone at the moment. "Come on, " He smirked, leading her to the bathroom. The pair reemerged 10 minutes later, Oliver's hunger sated and Felicity feeling completely refreshed. Digg looked at them with a knowing look on his face, and the blonde blushed, heading for the computers. She started brainstorming before her brows furrowed and she turned to ask Oliver for his journal. He handed it to her and she began flipping through it, staring at the symbol inside of it.
Then it clicked.
"I got something!" Felicity called, standing from her seat as Diggle and Oliver came to see what she was looking at. "This" she said, showing them the symbol inside of the journal.
"What about it?" Diggle asked, Oliver wondering the same thing.
"It's a map of the old subway tunnel system." She replied, showing them the map on her tablet.
"Meaning what exactly?" Oliver questioned.
"Lets say you had a machine that could trigger an earthquake in an otherwise geologically stable area, where would you position it?" Felicity asked him, and eyebrow raised, waiting for the obvious answer.
"It's underground." he murmured.
"This is a U.S. geological survey of the tectonic plates running underneath Starling and this red line here is a known fault that runs right below the Glades for about a mile." She explained. "It runs underneath the old Tenth Street subway line. I can just about guarantee you that it's somewhere along that line." She finished.
"And I know where it is." Oliver replied as his phone started ringing in his pocket. He glanced at the screen before answering. "Hey Speedy, it's uh, not a good time right now."
"You think?" Thearetorted. "Ollie, there is a literal shit ton of reporters here. Mom called them. She holding a some kind of impromptu press conference in the living room."
"What?" Oliver gritted out. "Thea, what channel?"
"Your pick." She replied.
"Felicity, turn on the local news, please." He asked through gritted teeth, bracing himself for what he was about to see. A few swipes and clicks on her tablet, and Felicity had the news playing on her TV.
At the Queen Manor
Lights flashed dramatically, as Thea shoved her way through the press, trying to catch sight of her mother. What the hell was going on? The short brunette huffed in annoyance when she realized that she was about as close up as she was going to get, which was about smack in the middle of the crowd.
"My name is Moira Queen." The Queen matriarch began, as he she stood tall, looking straight out into the cameras. And God forgive me, I have failed the city." She paused, catching a glimpse of her daughter in the crowd, and purposefully omitting the young girl's eyes. How could she possibly look Thea in the eye while confessing this? "For the past six years, under the threat for my life and the lives of my family... I have been complicit in an undertaking with one horrible purpose: to destroy the Glades and everyone in it. I now realize that my family's safety will mean nothing if I allow this dreadful act to occur."
She paused, taking a deep breath before the next confession. He couldn't get to her in jail right? "But you need to know that the architect of this nightmare... is Malcolm Merlyn!" loud whispers and questions wove throughout the journalists. "Yes, and I have proof that he has killed dozens in pursuit of this madness. Adam Hunt, Frank Chen, my second husband, Walter Steele, and my first... Robert. Please. If you reside in the Glades, you need to get out, now. Your lives and the lives of your children depend on it. Please." The head of the household stepped down from her short podium, bristling past the reporters and stopping at her daughter.
"Mom, I… I don't understand." Thea began. "How could you?"
"I'm so sorry, baby." Moira replied, moving to cup her daughter's face. Her daughter who was not having it. "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love Roy." Thea ground out through clenched teeth, tears threatening to spill over.
"Who's Roy?" her mother asked, surprised.
"He lives in the Glades!" she yelled, wiping fallen tears as she turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Moira asked.
"Moira Queen." One of the two approaching cops said, while pulling out handcuffs. "You're under arrest for conspiracy.
"I can't leave him there!" Thea called, as she grabbed a jacket and her keys on the way out.
She needed to save Roy before it was too late.