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*A/N: Hello my lovelies! I hope that you guys have had wonderful holidays and a great time with the family and loved ones. I wish that this year be amazing to you all. May you accomplish all that you endeavor and may you all succeed. I know that I have been AWOL for quite some time but I have been going through a hard time in my personal life. But I am now back and I hope to post more and more often So I have received a few reviews asking me whether I will be stopping this story and the answer is no. I will not- atleast not right now.
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Pixi*
Chapter 12- Girl's night out
Nonna's Birthday
"Laurel! What are you doing? Leave her alone!" Felicity ran out of the kitchen towards the spot where Laurel was dousing Helena with a hose.
Helena sounded like a dying seal- even if Felicity was not sure she had ever heard what a dying seal sounded like. But if she had to guess, then it would be close to the sound of Helena screeching.
Tommy- who had been invited to the birthday rushed out and grabbed Laurel under her armpits and started dragging her away. She flailed and twisted her body like a worm and screeched when Tommy pulled the hose from her hands. He blocked her flailing arms, pinning them to her side. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck until she stopped struggling.
"Laurel honey. What happened?" Donna asked as she helped Helena to her feet. Helena looked like a drowned rat with her perfect salon hair now in wet rags and her mascara pooling under her eyes. She sputtered, pushing her hair away from her face.
Felicity felt a rumbling chest behind her back and she lightly turned to see Oliver's hand pressed on his mouth, hiding his laughter. She felt an answering need to laugh as well but she pressed her lips hard to avoid getting into trouble with her mother.
"Helena was being a bitch!" Laurel snarled, starting to fight against Tommy again.
"Babe, all of us know that Helena is a bi- uh umm- yeah but what had you this angry?" Felicity amended quickly after the glare that her mother shot her.
"You touch them, I'll peel your skin off," Laurel shouted to a smirking Helena.
Laurel turned her gaze on Felicity and stopped struggling. She took a deep breath and Tommy slowly let go. She rushed to Felicity and hugged her tight. Felicity's eyes met Tommy's and he shrugged, clearly not understanding what was up with Laurel.
"I caught her saying that her funds were going down and that she was in need of another husband. She said that if she could not get her hands on Oliver, she would make do with Tommy," she finished her sentence with a snarl and a glare towards Helena.
Helena had the decency to look ashamed. Her father growled and glared at her. Moira, Donna and Nonna gasped before looking at her in disappointment.
"She- she's lying. I n-never said that," she scoffed, trying to save her ass. Everyone one in their family knew that Helena's neck would go red when she lied and she started to stammer.
"Not fair! I feel bad that I came second dude," Tommy whined while Oliver snickered. Both Laurel and Felicity turned sharply to glare at the men. Felicity's eyebrow shot up which made Oliver immediately stop laughing.
Felicity did not understand her inclination to feel such jealousy engulf her but at the moment she did not care.
"Oh come on babe. You know that I'm not into brunettes," Oliver placated which worked on her.
Laurel crossed her arms tightly under her breasts and tapped her left foot impatiently.
"Uh- I do not like curves?" Tommy tried which made Oliver start coughing uncontrollably.
When Laurel opened her mouth to start grilling Tommy, Donna quickly pressed her hand to her mouth to stop her. She called time-out and asked everyone to forget it. She led Helena inside to change her clothes while the rest moved back inside. Laurel stormed inside, slamming the screen door while Tommy ran after her.
Felicity was pretty sure that Laurel would be asking revenge for and she confirmed this when Laurel texted her this morning while she was in the shower. Laurel wanted to have a girl's night out and if she was honest, Felicity missed going out with her girls to just party. Since Oliver had nothing planned for tonight, she agreed.
Felicity dragged the short dress from the back of the closet. It was short, like very very short with glittery silver sequins all over. It was also high neck but backless to the small of her back. She was pretty sure Oliver would have a coronary if he saw the dress.
She shook it and laid it on the bed and rushed to the door when the doorbell rang. The girls had decided to meet at the penthouse to do some drinks and get ready. Oliver had a late meeting and would not be home until late tonight so she agreed to have them there with her. She almost felt guilty that she had not called Oliver to let him know that she would be going out. She had instead sent him a text message- coward that she was. The last time that she had gone out with the girls had been on her bachelorette party and that had not ended well. She was however confused about whether she should be feeling scared or thrilled while thinking of Oliver's reaction when he found out that she had gone out with the girls- alone and in that dress and those sinful red heels.
Felicity felt a rush of giddiness and she giggled while skipping to the front door. She stopped and her drink sloshed dangerously in her cocktail glass. She had a towel on and one eye done.
"Let's get this party started bitches!" she screeched while pulling the door open. She froze when she realized that it was Oliver at the front door. He never rang when he came home. Felicity knew that they both probably looked like idiots, gaping at each other like that.
"Where are you going?" "What are you doing here this early?" They both asked at the same time.
"Uh Well we- the girls and I thought that we needed a night out," Felicity pressed her free hand to her neck.
"And why am I not aware of this?" Oliver crossed his huge arms on his chest and frowned. Felicity took a giant gulp from her cocktail and put the glass down. Time to use her power as a woman. Luckily for her, she was wearing a towel so it would probably be easy for her to seduce her grumpy husband.
She slowly moved closer to him but paused when she failed to see the lust in Oliver's eyes. This is going to be bad.
She nonetheless pressed her hands on his chest and leaned closer. She hooked her right leg to his thigh and rubbed herself against him and had she been a cat, she would have probably purred. She rubbed her nose against his neck and breathed in cologne and perfume. Lightly running the tip of her tongue along his neck, she suddenly bit him which caused him to latch on her ass.
Got him! Felicity smiled wickedly against him neck while continuing her assault on his senses. She pulled back and could now see the lust in Oliver's eyes.
"I sent you a text message," Felicity said, smiling like a dork.
Oliver's eyes narrowed and then he glared at her.
"You know that I do not check my messages when I am in a meeting." Fudge.
"Umm weeeell. I- umm did not want to disturb you during your meeting." Good save Felicity, good save.
Oliver gaped at her. "You didn't want- you didn't want to disturb me? YOU? The woman who despite my telling her that she was on loud speaker during a meeting where millions of dollars were in game, decided that it was okay to tell me to bring her tampons, advill and Rocky Road because she was having such painful cramps that it felt like her uterus was murdering her? And that she was bleeding chunks? CHUNKS!"
Now that she thought about it, it was not one of her proudest moments but hey! She was allowed to have a few days where she could whine and moan about her being a woman. And she was pretty sure that she had been bleeding chunks. She grinned as she remembered the death silence after she had moaned about the chunks part and then she had heard the gagging and groaning of the men present at the meeting.
She stopped grinning when she saw the look on Oliver's face. Double fudge. Now what? Oliver kept glaring at her and she lost her cool.
"Laurel decided that she needed a night off the drama between her and Tommy. So she asked me if we could go out for a girl's night out. She wanted to have her revenge over Tommy after the episode with Helena. She kept pushing and pushing and then Grace got in and I had to say yes. So they decided the come here to get and- and I said yes because you would not be here. And I did not hide- well hypothetically I sent you text message to let you know but I did not call only because the last time that we went out, you almost killed a man and I did not want that to happen. And-" Oliver pressed his hand on Felicity's mouth to stop her rambling. Feeling a burning sensation in her chest, Felicity realized that she had stopped breathing and she took a deep breath.
"It's fine that you want to have a night out. I would not have yelled at you or threw a tantrum. Which club are you going to?"
"Verdant," Felicity replied when Oliver removed his hand. He smiled and her heart melted.
"Party over heeeeeere!"
"Oh wow! I feel like I need to put my head in the freezer. Hot in here."
Felicity pulled back from the aggressive kiss that Oliver was laying on her and turned to find her friends with their bag at the front door. She realized that she was close to showing the goods when she felt Oliver's thumb rub close- oh so close to her lips. She probably looked like a hussy, clinging to him like that, her lips kiss swollen. She quickly moved away but Oliver pulled her back to him, not letting her go.
"Babe, I know how close you are to your women but I really do not want them to know how much I enjoyed this little make out session right now," Oliver murmured in her ear. When she looked at him incomprehensively, he pushed his erection in her butt. Her eyes widened and she grinned.
"Hey babe. You ready to rock that booty?" Laurel gave her a kiss on her cheek while Grace pushed her out of the way to wrap her arms around Felicity. Grace grabbed her ass and kneaded it before sauntering to the bedroom as if it was completely okay to touch her butt. Since they became friends, Grace had declared her eternal love for Felicity's butt and had claimed that she would totally do her just because of her ass.
"You know if I wasn't such of a man, I would have been jealous of all the time that Grace spends grabbing your ass." Felicity laughed then sauntered to their bedroom. She failed to see the smirk on Oliver's face.
Oliver pulled his phone from his pocket and called Diggle.
"Dig we've got a situation."
"Yeah I heard. Layla is jumping all over the place in this tiny dress. Damn Oliver, how can I let her get out in this tiny piece of fabric?" Dig grumbled in response.
Oliver laughed then froze when he realized that Laurel probably has a similar number planned for Felicity.
1 hour later
"You are not going out in this dress! This cannot even be considered as a dress- it's just a tshirt or some shit," Oliver barred the door with this broad back. They had been going back and forth with arguments about her dress and Felicity was close- this close to taking off her heels and hurling them at his head.
"I am going out in this dress- whether you like it or not. If not tonight then some other night when you are not here," Felicity crossed her arms on her chest and glared at her husband.
"Atta girl!" Grace whispered from behind the closed door of their closet.
"FELICITY! Get out of this dress! Atleast wear something that covers a little bit more skin!" Felicity had to admit that the dress looked scorching on her. Laurel had applied a bronzing glow thing on her back and arms which made her look like she spent a few days under the sun.
Her hair was a little longer and had been curled which left her back bare and glistening. Oliver had thrown a tantrum the last time that she had told him that she was going to have a haircut. His only excuse was that he liked to see her hair on his pillow which made absolutely no sense to her. Had Oliver not threatened to have the hairdresser thrown out of work, she would have probably gone ahead and ignored him. She had instead dragged her snarling husband from the salon after apologizing profusely to the owner.
Oliver glanced down at Felicity's bare legs encased red heels and nearly groaned at the image of her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded her against the wall. His phone pinged and he temporarily gave up glaring at his wife.
All has been set Sir.
"Fine! I want you to have two of my men with you at all times. The moment some ass looks at you funny, you are out alright? AND THAT IS NON- NEGOCIABLE!" he stressed when he saw her open her mouth to protest.
"Alright fine. But they better remain invisible," Felicity warned on her way out of the closet.
"Alright boys, what are we doing in the control room?" Tommy asked as he entered the said room. Oliver was standing behind the guard controlling the camera at Verdant and he knew that he was literally breathing down his neck but he could not help it.
Diggle was practically in the other guard's lap. Oliver knew that this was supposed to be his wife's night out but he knew the shit that happened in clubs. He could have asked his men to keep a close eye on her but he needed to be there- just to make sure.
As for Tommy, Oliver texted him when Laurel decided to jump on the bar and proceed to flash every man seated at the bar as she danced around.
"Holy shit! Is that Laurel? IS THAT MAN TOUCHING LAUREL ASS? " Tommy screeched in his ear as basically dived into the guard's lap. Oliver grabbed his by his collar and pulled him back. The guard swallowed hard and zoomed on Laurel. She did not look wasted. While Tommy bristled, Laurel suddenly grabbed the man by the balls and squeezed. A general hiss erupted in the room. The man bent forward to escape the pain when Laurel- who probably meant to slam her knee on the man's nose, missed and her knee collided with his solar plexus.
They could clearly see the man wheezing and Oliver felt strangely proud of the way Laurel had handled herself. He was happy that his wife's friend could handle herself.
"Atta girl!" Grace voice boomed in the small control room. He had paid a tiny fortune to have the best microphones installed here. He was happy that he had.
"So Felicity, how's married life treating you?" Laurel asked as she jumped on the couch next to his wife. Oliver had to admit that he wanted to know what her response was going to be. Now that he realized, he had changed a lot since their wedding and he grudgingly agreed that he enjoyed having someone to come home to at night. He enjoyed cuddling on Sunday mornings while Chloe tried to get them to get out of bed. He enjoyed movie nights on Fridays where Felicity claimed that it was okay for them to have comfort food which mostly consisted of mac and cheese or pizza. He liked when Felicity glared at it when he failed to put the toilet seat down or when he left stubble on the sink. He even liked how girly his bathroom now looked with Felicity's shampoo, conditioner, face wash, scrub and what not lined next to his.
He had once used her coconut body scrub on his face because the damn thing smelled like a fucking explosion of piña colada. He had to admit that his skin had never looked this clear.
Oliver snapped out of his daze when Felicity shrugged.
"It's pretty good. He's not that of an asshole as I was expecting him to be. He has his moments but- another shrug it's fine."
"Oh is he hung?" Oliver froze. Grace and her dirty mind. He would have never thought that the cool and collected Grace from IT was that dirty minded.
Oliver saw the glazed look on Felicity's face. The camera accidentally zoomed on Grace's face. She was the only one sitting with her back to the camera but due to a glitch in the system, the camera on the other side was not working properly. Apparently it had been fixed.
Oliver heard a sharp intake of breath from behind him and he turned to watch on of his new recruits- a former marine with his eyes glued on Grace's face.
Xander Vallas. The man came highly recommended. Apparently he was called the Sniper since he was the best of the best. His eyes could not be considered as gray since they looked more steely than gray. He had what women liked to call chiseled good looks but he was too rugged to be called handsome. Couple his steely eyes, permanent scowl and muscular body, he was probably loved by the women. Except he did not have the look of a ladies' man.
Oliver would know the look that the man had anytime and anywhere. He turned to look at the screen and watched as Grace laughed at Felicity's face. She grabbed her martini, dunk her olive, took a bite and did the same twice before the olive was gone. Xander's face looked like it was carved in granite.
"Oh yeah. He is definitely, totally hung," Felicity murmured. Oliver knew that his wife was a lightweight and he was quite sure that she was a little bit more than tipsy.
"Ouh! How hung?"
"Uhmmm about seven to eight inches? I don't know. I – I just know that it is perfect and that if fits! The first time, I thought that he was going to tear me apart. It looked that big." She spread her arms open, nearly hitting Laurel in the face.
"Jesus man! I really didn't want to know that," Diggle muttered while the other men snickered.
"I feel like I'm in a dry-spell. I-I really- like really need to get laid," Grace wailed as she slumped back on the couch. She put her feet on the low table in front of her. Luckily for them Verdant was his so he booked the entire VIP section just for them tonight.
Oliver felt someone right behind him. He could see Xander digging his fingers in the leather of the swivel chair. His eyes remained focused on Grace's face- now her legs.
"Speaking of getting laid. How many big O's babe?" Laurel asked.
Felicity looked like she was deep in thought as she counted on her fingers.
"Uh I guess about four or was it five? I always lose count," she giggled. Damn if Oliver did not feel smug.
"Are you sure that your woman knows what an orgasm is? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you can't please her with your little weenie," Tommy mocked behind him.
"I'm pretty sure Laurel needs to use her fingers after you leave her place," Oliver retorted.
"Oh God! I'm meant to have my period anytime now and I already feel the cramps coming," Laurel whined. The men in the room shifted uncomfortably.
"Don't get me started on periods. The other night, it came out in chunks. In chunks! I thought my liver was coming out of me," Feicity whined. The women murmured in sympathy while Oliver was pretty sure the men gagged behind their hands.
"The last time that I had my period, John had to wipe the blood from his car seat," Layla giggled. Her drink sloshed as she grabbed her stomach.
Everyone looked at Diggle who looked like he was carved in stone.
"Not- one- word," he ordered.
"Oh do tell. What happened?"
"So we had gone out to dinner. I thought I would surprise by wearing a short dress and going commando," Layla explained. Nothing needed to be said as the women fell over each other- giggling like hyenas. Well cute hyenas.
"I think that we need to get home soon 'cause I have to give Oliver breakfast in bed in the morning," Felicity mumbled.
Laurel, Grace and Layla all turned to look at her as if she had grown another head.
"You- he makes you bring him breakfast to bed every morning?" Grace asked, dumb founded.
Please don't say it. Please don't say it. Please don't say it.
"I'M THE BREAKFAST!" Felicity shouted while lifting her hands in the air.
Fuck.
The women looked at her as if she had lost her mind then understanding dawned on their faces.
"Oh! Oh! I get it now," Laurel snickered.
"He does this thing with his tongue. It's like a tornado thing and God! And then the biting," Felicity moaned in delight as she rubbed her thighs together.
"Is this what women talk about when they are together?" Tommy asked.
"Jesus man! Tornado? Really?" Diggle laughed. Oliver felt his cheeks start to burn.
"Hey enough of the sex talk! Single lady here! Dry spell remember?" Grace waved.
"Let's go dance!" Felicity shouted.
They rushed to the dance floor among the writhing bodies of so many other people. Oliver signaled the men to go after them. All cameras were focused on them. Oliver's eyes sharpened as he looked at any possible threat.
He saw Xander outside the dance floor, eyes fixed on Grace gyrating hips. Just then a man approached
Grace and grabbed her by the hips. She stopped moving and turned to glare at the man. He looked like the typical cocky douche who thought that he was a gift to the women population. Grace pushed him back and after probably cursing him, started dancing again with the women.
The douche looked pissed then a smirk appeared on his face as he pulled Grace back to him. Before Grace could turn to slap or yell at him, the man was off him. Oliver watched as Xander grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him off Grace. The women stopped dancing. Grace saw Xander then froze.
Grace
She was buzzed. Her head was spinning but she felt so so free. She whipped her hair, raised her arms in the air and moved her hips to the beat of the music. She badly needed a night out and this was perfect. Except for the asshole who was trying to dance with her. More like dry humping her on the dance floor.
A pair of hands crept on her hips and she turned to yell at the ass. Her word stuck in her throat, sweat broke across her brow and she froze as her eyes clashed with very familiar steel eyes.
Xander
A flashback started in her head.
Xander tripping her on the playground in second grade.
Xander sticking gum in her hair in fourth grade.
Xander pushing Tyler on the ground when he tried to kiss her in 7th grade.
Xander pushing her in the janitor's closet and stealing her first kiss.
Xander putting his hands on her breasts at summer camp.
Xander's face as he pushed inside her.
Xander as he broke her heart.
Xander, Xander, Xander!
Grace felt herself swooning as her past rushed through her. A past that she has been desperately trying to leave behind. Everything around her faded as her eyes took him in. He looked more muscular. He had a new scar on his eyebrow but everything else looked the same. The same steel eyes, the same gorgeous lips, the same chiseled jawline, the same scowl on his face.
A flurry of actions snapped her out of it. Another man came up from behind Xander and snagged the creep from Xander. Before she knew it, Xander wrapped his hand around her arm and dragged her from the dance floor.
Xander
Xander could feel the muscle ticking in his jaw. It took everything in him to stop from snapping that asshole's neck. He dragged Grace- who looked like she had seen a ghost to the back office. He encountered Oliver Queen on the way. The latter looked at him then Grace then turned away.
Xander slammed the door shut and pushed Grace against it. She lifted those blue- green eyes on him and he was pleased to see the fire back in them.
"Xander," she sneered.
"Melody Grace," he mocked back.
Ah there was the cute little scowl.
"Do not call me that you asshole," she gritted.
"I remember how you used to love it when I called you that. Remember how you used to love it when I used to call you that when you let me come inside you bare?"
Xander felt his pants tighten as he remembered the few times that Grace had let him inside her bare. Nothing had ever felt the same way after.
"Shut up you jerk. It was a mistake which is never going to happen again." Color rushed to her cheeks as she remembered those times as well. "What are you doing here?"
"I work for Oliver Queen."
Her eyes widened then narrowed.
"You can't work with him. You need to leave," her nose turned up as it used to when she was angry. He still remembered how she used to look down her nose when she saw him at school. No matter how much he bullied her, she always made him feel like the scum that he was.
"Yeah not happening," he grinned down at her. She looked down then her head snapped up with a triumphant grin on her face.
"I'll have Felicity make her husband fire you," she gloated.
Xander threw his head back and laughed out loud.
"Oliver Queen will not fire me."
"Why not?"
"'Cause he probably sees the same look that I have on my face when he looks in the mirror."
"Look Xander. I- I just started- I just came here for a fresh start. I- I want to leave the past behind. So you need to go away." Her eyes pleaded to him.
"Can't do that babe. I'm here to stay."
"Well I hope that we never see each other even if you are here," she glared.
"Oh I wouldn't count on that babe. This time I'm home and I'm home to stay."
"Fuck you Xander! You can't just barge into my life like that! I have a life and people who care for me and people who love me here!"
"You got a man here Grace?" Xander could feel the aggression pumping through him at the image of some asshole's hands on her.
"And if I do?" Grace pushed her chest forward. He momentarily forgot about what they were talking about as his eyes zoomed on her chest. She had always been well- endowed in that department. He remembered how she always griped about not having enough butt- no matter how much she squatted.
When he felt, she had been a girl- now she was all woman. Her hair was longer, her cheeks less plump, her body more womanly. The dress that she wore showed off her curves. The heels made her legs appear longer and made his mouth water.
"Well if you do, you know that you'll have to drop him."
She gasped. Loud.
"I will not drop anyone you arrogant pig! I love him and- and he makes me happy. And he loves me and gives me gifts and takes me out to dinner and movies-"
"But does he make you come Melody Grace? Does he know all of your little fetishes? Does he tie you down and pull your hair? Does he bite you little clit? Does he make you make those little whimpers or the full on wails when you come? Does-
His head snapped to the side when Grace slapped him hard. He looked down to see her chest heaving. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him as if she was seeing him for the first time.
"Let me go," she gritted through her tears.
"Grace-"
"Just let me go. Yes he does all of that and much more. He makes me come so hard-"
Before she could say something else, his mouth slammed on hers. He proceeded to deliver the hottest and filthiest kiss on her. He knew how much she loved it when he kissed her dirty. Her lips were still soft as petals. She tasted like martini and chocolate. She resisted then caved under his assault- her lips opened and his tongue eagerly pushed its way in.
He pulled her ass from the door and dragged her against his aching member. She moaned as her fingers dug into his hair.
"God Grace. I missed you so much," he groaned as he kissed down her neck.
A sharp agonizing pain to the balls made him stop. He dropped to his knees as he felt nausea well in his gut.
She had kneed him in the balls.
She pulled away and opened the door before rushing out.
Felicity
Grace rushed out of the office as if she was on fire. She stopped in front of her, her hair and lipstick mussed. Thinking the worse, she rushed to her.
"Grace are you okay?"
"I need- I need to get out of here please," she gushed, looking behind her wildly.
"Okay okay honey. We'll get you out," she wrapped her arm around the other woman's shoulders and was in the process of turning back when a tall muscular man came out of the office.
The man was gorgeous. He looked delicious with his military haircut and stubble.
"Oh my," she whispered. Grace looked behind her and froze.
"Please we need to go. Please let's go," she started trembling.
"Grace!" the man called but Grace was already running away. The man stopped next to her and looked at Grace's retreating back.
"Who are you?" she snapped. Clearly this man was behind Grace's panic attack.
"Xander Vallas Ma'am. I was recently employed by your husband as security."
"You have lipstick on your chin."
Xander quickly wiped it away.
"How do you know Grace?"
"We went to school together."
Felicity waited and it looked like they would be standing there for a while, Xander finally caved.
"I'm the reason Grace is broken. I broke her heart. I-I- I made her lose our baby."
*A/N: Okay my lovelies. I am ending it on this note. As you know Grace and Xander are my own created fictional characters. I would like your opinion on their story. I want to know whether you guys would like to see more of them or not. Please let me know in your reviews what you think of them. I know that this chapter deviated a little bit from Olicity but I just felt like adding a bit of drama LOL. Please do let me know!
Love you guys
Pixi*