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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall
XXVIII. Coitus Interruptus
A soft sigh slipped through Felicity's parted lips, fingers trailing up his naked back to fist in his hair as he ravished the sensitive skin of her neck. "Oliver," she moaned, holding him to her.
He hummed against her skin, pressing kiss after kiss to her heated flesh. "Yes, Felicity?" he murmured breathily, pressing a kiss to the back of her ear.
"We can't," she protested weakly as his hands skimmed her waist and found their way beneath her tank top to cup her breasts. Another breathy moan slipped past her lips as he teased her and she forgot her train of thought. Her grip tightened in his hair and she forcefully pulled him way from her throat only to fuse their mouths together in a searing kiss.
His tongue peeked out and licked at the seam of her mouth. She opened for him and it became a battle for dominance that she eventually conceded to. Oliver pulled away, drawing a low whimper from her parted lips at the sudden loss, and started to place a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat and down her chest instead.
He stopped just before reaching the tops of her breasts and started the circuit back up her chest. Unable to take his teasing any more, Felicity wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles at the small of his back. She pushed against his chest until she sat astride him.
"Stop teasing me," she growled, rocking against his hard length to emphasize her point as she pulled off her tank top leaving her naked except for her panties.
Oliver sat up and gave her a wicked grin before pulling her nipple into his mouth while his skillful fingers left a blazing trail of heat down her abdomen before delving into her panties. A moan left her as he licked and laved at her breasts while her hands roamed across his broad shoulders, trying to find purchase before she finally settled on fisting her hands in his hair as she held him to her chest. His fingers rubbed lazy circles against her sensitive flesh that made her gasp and pant as his ministrations gradually became faster and faster.
He suddenly released her nipple with a pop and pulled her down with his free hand to capture her mouth in a sloppy kiss. "Are you close?" he breathed, roughly nipping at her bottom lip.
She nodded furiously. "Yes, yes," she panted, "I'm right there."
A knock suddenly sounded on Felicity's closed bedroom door, drawing a yelp from her when her mother's voice followed. Felicity clung to Oliver and buried her head against his chest as he flopped back onto the mattress, quickly pulling the sheet up to cover them both just as Donna opened the door just a crack.
"Aunt Donna, leave them alone," Barry suddenly hissed from somewhere behind her. "They're probably still asleep. The sun's barely up."
"But I forgot to pack my flat iron and I can't find Felicity's," Donna whispered back.
"Try looking again and then ask her if you still can't find it," he suggested just before the door snapped shut again.
Heart pounding furiously in her chest, Felicity sagged in relief against Oliver. He rubbed soothing circles across her back and pressed a kiss to her head. "That was close," he murmured against her hair.
"Too close," she sighed, rolling off of him and cuddling into his side.
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Later that morning after Oliver and Felicity had gotten back from their morning run and showered, Felicity sat at the breakfast bar, nursing cup of coffee as her mother hovered over Oliver's shoulder as he made pancakes.
"So who taught you how to cook?" Donna asked him as he plated the first batch of pancakes.
"My mom did, actually," he told her, pouring more batter into the pan. "She thought it was a very important skill to learn, but I didn't really start cooking until I was out of college and on my own."
Donna nodded, closely watching as he added blueberries. "I'm horrible at cooking as I'm sure Felicity's told you," she said with a smile in Felicity's direction. "But I absolutely adored baking with my own mother when I was a little girl so I turned it into a career and opened up my very own bakery in Vegas and called it 'Mama Smoak's Sweet Treats'. I taught Felicity when she was a little girl and tried to teach Bear after his parents passed away, but he had trouble with going off recipe. Right, honey?"
Barry dropped onto the stool beside Felicity, dragging a lazy hand through his still wet hair from his shower. "Yeah, I had a huge problem with your philosophy of baking from the heart instead of following what was in the book. That was incomprehensible to my nine-year-old brain," he said, snatching a cookie from the container sitting on the breakfast bar once her back was turned. He met Felicity's stare and raised a brow at her. "What?" he asked around a mouthful of cookie.
She shook her head with a small smile. "If Mom sees you eating that, she's going to kill you."
"I'll survive," he said with an eye roll.
"She almost made you cry last Christmas when she caught you sampling the cheesecake before dinner was even ready," she reminded him.
"Almost," he stressed before stuffing the rest of the cookie into his mouth and quickly chewing it. He snagged her mug and carefully poured a generous amount of her coffee into his mouth without letting his lips touch the rim. "You're welcome, by the way," he added in a low voice, giving her the mug back.
It was Felicity's turn to raise a questioning brow at him. "For what?" she asked.
"For stopping her before she walked in on you and Oliver this morning."
Felicity stared at him in shock. "What?"
He just shrugged, sliding off his stool. "You guys weren't exactly quiet. You're just lucky Aunt Donna was concentrated on looking for your flat iron."
She stared at his empty seat and slowly shook her head to herself.
Why did things just keep happening to her?
Why was this her life?
