AN: We jump around a lot in this story if you haven't noticed and that's so you can see the important parts, otherwise this would be way more boring than it actually is. And if you don't like what I'm writing, just don't read it. Plain and simple, in my opinion – it's what I do when I don't like what I'm reading *Shrugs*
That's all I have to say for now. More at the bottom.
Disclaimer: If I owned Arrow, things would have turned out differently in certain areas.
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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall
XI. The Morning After
Early morning sunlight filtered in through the windows and Felicity slowly blinked her eyes open.
Her memory was slightly fuzzy around the edges and the pounding in her head was manageable.
She thought back to the club and remembered that Sara was turned into a bouncer for the night. The girlfriend of one of the usual bouncers had gone into labor and there hadn't been anyone to call on such short notice. Roy must have opened up his big mouth to someone because it was the only explanation why she had been asked to cover the door. Sin took over mixing Felicity's drinks at Sara's request and the girl had made them extra strong compared to her.
Oliver had stayed close to her side, brushing off the advances of other girls, never letting his eyes stray too far without returning back to hers mere seconds later. His hand would travel the length of her arm, starting first at her shoulder and slowly caress her bare skin, leaving behind a warm tingle before reaching her fingers while they talked. Other times he would play with the ends of her hair when he whispered something in her ear to make her laugh.
As the night progressed, and they became drunker, he became bolder.
He had moved until his body was almost pressed against hers, so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of him in waves and letting the heady scent of his cologne flood her senses.
She sighed softly as she remembered…
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Her eyes fluttered shut and a breathy sigh escaped from between her lips. Felicity leaned toward him and breathed in his spicy, musky scent as his fingertips traced random patterns on her back.
She sighed again and slowly opened her eyes. His crystalline blue gaze was heated and intense as he stared back. It was almost like he was staring into the very depths of her soul and was liking what he saw there.
"Felicity," he mouthed, the corner of his mouth curving up into a smile as he said her name.
His arms banded around her waist and she suddenly found herself on her feet, her body pulled flush against the length of his. She gasped at the sensation of her softness pressed against his hardness. Her hands landed on his chest as she caught herself and he just grinned.
He ducked down so that his warm lips just brushed against the shell of her ear. "Dance with me," he breathed, tickling the skin and making a shiver run down her spine.
She nodded shakily and allowed him to pull her out onto the middle of the dance floor, pushing through the sweaty bodies rocking and grinding to the pounding beat until they were surrounded on all sides.
Felicity closed her eyes and let the music guide her. Her hips rocked and swayed to the beat and his hands wandered aimlessly along her body as they danced, igniting a fire on the inside that she had never felt before with any other man. His lips skimmed the column of her neck and she gasped, her arms curling around his neck and drawing him closer in response.
"So sexy," he whispered against her cheek, the roughness of his stubble tickling her skin.
A moan slipped through her lips as she fantasized about having that same stubble rub against her bare thighs. The image prickled her mind through her lust and alcohol infused fog, almost as if it wasn't the first time she had thought of that, but she ignored the feeling and focused on his touch.
Her eyes flashed open and she met his heated gaze as his hands dipped down her back before settling on her ass. She gave him a coy smile and threaded her fingers in his hair before capturing him in a hungry, passionate kiss as they moved to the seductive beat surrounding them.
He nipped at her bottom lip and she relented, opening to him completely. His tongue invaded her mouth and he ravished her, claiming her with his mouth. She lost herself in his touch, his scent, his kiss and forgot that she was surrounded by all these people.
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Felicity gasped softly and touched her lips with her fingertips.
She couldn't believe that she had done that. It was so out of character for her. She wasn't the type who had sexy, intoxicating encounters with men she had just met on the dance floor of some random night club that had been fueled by pure lust.
That was Sara's thing.
She was more the type to at least go out on a date with a guy and then see what happened. Most of the time at least.
An arm wrapped around Felicity's waist and drew her close, pressing her tight against a warm, hard chest. She gasped again as she realized that she was naked beneath the sheets of a bed that was most definitely not hers.
Slowly, she turned in his arms and peered into the serene face of Oliver Queen.
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someclarafication asked last chapter if Felicity had previously recognized him and the answer is no. Every other time she had seen Oliver prior to her night at Verdant she had never truly seen what he had looked like – just quick glances in her periphery.
To guest reviewer, Hal: Oliver was in his office the day Felicity visited Digg, so she didn't see him, just heard him yell…I hope that answers your question.
And it looks like it's 50/50 on the Laurel/Tommy drama for you guys. There's more to the story there that Felicity will witness firsthand in a few chapters.