A/N: Just some more rot your teeth fluff. This doesn't necessarily fit into my universe, more canon, but it could fit. I got some inspiration from tumblr for this (thought I'm not on tumblr). So hope you like it. It's a little more suggestive than I normally write, but not smut by any means.

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Chapter 21

As Oliver turned his key in the door of the loft he heard the patter of feet racing up the steps and an instant fear set in. Felicity could be in trouble.

He took the steps by two, sometimes by three, making it to their room but finding their door locked.

"Felicity, are you okay?!" Panic laced his tone as he prepared to kick the door in.

"I'm fine, Oliver, I just need. Ow."

"If you're fine why is the door locked?" He jostled the handle again.

"I just need a second. I'll be right out. Uh ahhhh," and with that Oliver heard what sounded like a body falling to the floor and that was all he needed to hear as he broke the door off the hinges.

But when he saw his girlfriend in a puddle of clothes on the floor he laughed not checking to see if she was okay. She was clad in leather from head to toe anrd it was the funniest thing Oliver had ever seen.

"Please stop laughing," but she couldn't finish the sentence with a straight face especially as the green hood came falling over her face covering the mask.

Oliver sat down in front of her pulling the mask off her face and the hood down. "Why are you wearing this?'

"Everyone has a suit and after putting on Ray's months ago I wanted to know what yours was like. Plus I've never worn leather pants before and it seems weird that my boyfriend wears leather pants more often than I do. Not that stereotypes are cool or anything and not that you don't look great in those pants. Quite the opposite, you look mouthwatering in those pants. Every time I see you in them I want to peel them off using only my teeth. And I'm going to stop talking in. No I'm allowed to say those things out loud now. So I don't take that back. Thank god we're not around other people.

"But your pants are too long and so I tripped over them and then fell down and that's how you found me. Thankfully I didn't have the arrows in the quiver. I might have stabbed myself to death."

Oliver just shook his head muttering a 'Yea, good thing,' in agreement as he stood up and pulled Felicity with him. He dropped her hands and took a step back and then walked around her. "Well, I think you look sexy in leather pants, too." He trailed a finger up the curve of her behind and found his way to the side of her breast eliciting a shiver from Felicity. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and peppered kisses down the side of her neck.

She was melting in his arms finding it hard to stay upright. In the back of her mind she should be mad because right now he had all the power but she didn't care.

He sent her over the edge, breathing heavily into her ear and nibbling where her earring would be before whispering, "It's my turn to take off those pants." Then he dropped to his knees.

She had been planning her revenge for a couple of weeks. But it couldn't really be called revenge. It was the hottest night they had ever had.

Felicity had spent the past few nights at Palmer Tech instead of the Arrow Cave, helping the team from her new CEO office. The long nights had resulted in very little time for Oliver and she only got to kiss him before falling asleep. They were both exhausted.

Tonight, though, Felicity had planned on making it home before Oliver returned from his nightly activity. She had asked Laurel and Thea to make it an early night and had sent Oliver a picture giving him incentive to be home at a decent hour. She stood in front of the mirror in their room taking a selfie. She felt ridiculous. Felicity was not a person who sent suggestive photos because they were never secret. But she trusted Oliver and she could truly delete it from any platform. So she dressed in her most flattering and revealing top. Snapping the pic she sent it to Oliver with a little message - Waiting for my hot hero. If he's not here soon, I might have to call the Flash.

The response was almost instantaneous - Over my dead body.

That made her laugh. If she was afraid of silent Oliver, jealous Oliver was one of her favorites.

I love you. - Felicity typed back.

I'm on my way.

"Frat boys will do anything for boobs," she laughed changing out of her work clothes, into Oliver's shirt and laid down with her tablet waiting for her knight in shiny green leather.

A normal drive back from the Arrow Cave took about 20 minutes, Oliver did it in 11. He again took the steps by two seeing the door to their room open. He stalked inside and opened the bathroom door looking in for a second. He then went to the closet and peeked inside all while ignoring his pant-less girlfriend on the bed.

She asked the question she already knew the answer to, "What are you doing, Mr. Queen?"

"I'm looking to see if there's a scarlet speedster lurking around my bedroom." Oliver laid down beside the bed checking underneath. Felicity sat up kneeling on the bed.

"You couldn't catch him even if he was here," Felicity responded leaning over the edge. She heard her boyfriend growl before he pounced, pushing her back on the bed hovering over her body. She giggled finding him beaming with a smile. She brought a hand up to his stubbly face and he turned placing a kiss to her palm. "I've missed you this week."

He leaned down touching his lips to hers gentle and sweet. She felt how much he missed her too taking his time with the kiss. Memorizing the features he was already so accustomed to. "Me too. Now about that Barry joke..."

By the end of the night, Felicity had a new hottest night of their lives.

A/N: So what did you think? Do you have any teeth left?