John Diggle knew there was something going on between his boss and his friend. He was trained to notice things and he found it amusing that Oliver and Felicity both seemed to forget that about him.
He had noticed it in Felicity first, the woman was never very good at trying to hide things. She was brighter and more bubbly then normal, blushing, giggling and babbling more so too. When he had asked her if she was seeing anyone, she had sputtered and knocked a tidy pile of paper work off her desk. It was when he was helping her clean up the mess that he noticed the possessive mark on the bend of her shoulder and neck. He hadn't mentioned it, knowing she would have damaged something important with her embarrassment.
That was when he turned his attention to Oliver. The man had been more relaxed and even smiling his real smile. He was paying attention to both his jobs and putting in more effort in his day job, more so then usual. And he was touching Felicity more. He obviously thought he was being all secret Arrow about it, but John had noticed and he was sure others were too.
Walking over to Felicity now, he grinned when she stumbled in her heels to rush and greet him. Her hugs always seemed to brighten his day, and she obviously loved hugging him because sometimes he couldn't seem to keep her off him.
He chuckled when he heard her 'omph' when she hit his body, his arms coming around her to give her the hug she wanted before he set her back. He knew Oliver didn't like other men touching her, not that he had said anything, Diggle could just sense his friend's total change in demeanor when ever Felicity was touching or touched by himself and Roy.
"Good afternoon" he murmured, grinning down at her. Pretty blue eyes and bright pink lips smiled back up him and then little hands were straightening out the laples of his suit.
"And a good afternoon to you. How was your night last night? Oh, how is Lyla? Is she showing at all yet? Morning sickness? Oh that must be an awful thing to have to wake up to. I had a friend that was just vomiting from the time she woke up till the time she went to bed." Felicity babbled, turning from him and walking back to her desk.
"Last night was good. Lyla is good and no, no morning sickness yet." he chuckled, following after her while looking into Oliver's office.
The man was watching them, more so Felicity but none the less. Diggle lifted a brow at him when their eyes met but Oliver just turned back to watching his EA.
Diggle turned back to Felicity as well, watching as she searched through all the paper on the desk, pushing her glasses back up her nose every now and then.
"Are we going out for lunch today?" Felicity asked him, looking up at him from over her glasses. He looked over to Oliver again and knew the answer to that straight away.
"Nope, but I'll bring you both some burgers now if you want" he told her, crossing his arms over his chest. She flashed him a smile and nodded
"You are the best. I'm sure Oliver will be happy with that." she whispered, a dreamy smile gracing her lips that had him laughing under his breath.
"Because that's who I'm trying to please" he muttered, nodding at Felicity, then Oliver and began making his was back to the lifts.
"Bring back something sweet too!" he heard Felicity call out when the doors began to slide close. Yeah, sure. He was almost certain she would be getting something sweet but it wouldn't be coming from him.
Oliver hated when Diggle touched Felicity. He knew he was being irrational but the territorial need that he had when it came to her just couldn't be helped.
So when she walked into his office, he was out of his seat and pulling her to him in a matter of seconds. She came easily to him, past fighting him off when they were at work. For the first few weeks, she had told him him that at work, he wasn't allowed to touch her incase someone saw and then the rumors would start. But at almost three months, Oliver didn't seem to care anymore.
She giggled softly when he nipped at her neck, her hands patting at his chest.
"Oliver, I need to you concentrate for a second." she told him, leaning back to look at his face. He grumbled under his breath back allowed her to pull back from him after he gave her a quick kiss.
She ushered him over to his desk, pushing him down on his chair and turning to his desk to shuffle through the paperwork on it. He pushed his chair back to watch her ass as she bent over, always enjoying the curve of it in her dresses.
"Okay, so I need you to sign these, or we'll have a angry set of clients. I know you most likely haven't read through these, which isn't any surprise, but I have and its all good. So I've put little green stars where I need you to sign and then I'll send them on their way." she told him, turning to face him and lean against his desk.
She blushed when he took his time meeting her gaze, dragging his eyes over her body. He lent on arm on his chair arm, his forefinger rubbing his bottom lip as he looked at her. She didn't like the look on his when he did this, he knew she didn't because she knew that he was planning something.
"What will I get if I sign them?" he murmured, grinning when she spluttered in shock.
"You'll get to keep your job is what you will get." she told him, crossing her arms over her chest. Oliver held in his chuckle and nodded, she had a point there.
But then she shocked the hell out of him. Bending towards him, she caged him in with her hands on his chair arms, her face close to him, a sassy grin on her lips.
"But I'm sure I can convince you to sign them." she purred, pulling his chair closer to the desk as she suddenly dropped to her knees and back up under his desk.
He stared at her in shock, not quite believing what she was implying. She giggled at him, obviously happy with herself that she had rendered him speechless.
"C'mon, Oliver, it's not like I've never given you a blow job before." she smirked, lifting her brow in a challenge, one that he couldn't refuse. His hands fell to his lap, going to work on his belt and unbuttoning his slacks as he watched her get comfortable, happily watching his hands do the work for her.
She grinned up at him, liking his hooded gaze as he opened his zipper, then tugged his pants and boxers low on his hips so his cock sprung free. Knowing he still needed to be somewhat presentable today, she pushed his dress shirt up to his chest and out of her way and couldn't resist the sudden urge to lean forward and place a hot, wet kiss on the taunt muscle below his navel.
"Fuck, Felicity." he rasped, his hands gripping his chairs arm's.
Grinning to herself, she trailed her kisses lower, loving the intoxicating masculine scent of him. The scent and the taste of him aroused her, saturated her senses and made her insides clench with need.
Gripping his cock firmly in one hand, she wrapped her lips around the crown of his dick, sucking him into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the tip and taking him deep. She glorified in the deep groan of pure ecstasy she wrenched from his lips. She worked him with her mouth, sliding him in and out of her mouth, stroking him and sucking him to keep him on edge.
His hand moved, cupping the back of her head as she bobbed.
They both didn't hear his office door opening. It was Oliver noticing a figure that had his hand tightening in her hair and halting her movements as he looked up and met Diggle's gaze.
Felicity was tucked under his desk, Diggle couldn't see her. But he could see that Oliver's shirt was rumpled and out of place.
"What are you doing?" Diggle asked him, moving towards the desk. Oliver moved his hands then, smoothing his shirt out and pushing closer to his desk. He expected Felicity to pull her mouth away and stop but her lips tightened on him and she continued her bobbing.
He held back his growl, forcing his hands to stay in Diggle's line of sight.
"What's for lunch?" Oliver asked, his hands clenching as he swore revenge on his sweet little blonde.
Something wasn't right. Oliver was on edge and Felicity wasn't anywhere in sight.
Still, he moved forward, placing the bag of take away food on Oliver's desk. He was shocked to heard Oliver suddenly curse under his breath, his eyes fluttering before he seemed to realise what he had done.
Oliver looked up at him, he jaw tight and Diggle couldn't control the grin that suddenly formed on his face when he looked down and noticed the bright blue heel peeking out from under Oliver's desk and he struggled to control his chuckle when he heard the unmistakable sound of a blowjob.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he met Oliver's gaze and lifted a brow. Oliver's face showed that he knew he was caught.
"Let Felicity know I didn't get her anything sweet, not that it would seem to matter, I'm sure you have that under control." he murmured, smirking at Oliver as the man cursed and growled a "Get the fuck out."
Felicity was mortified that Diggle knew, but she continued, she forced herself to control her embarrassment and continued to suck Oliver's cock.
She moaned his Oliver's hands tangled back in her hair, catching her flinch when his office door slammed closed, telling her that Diggle had left.
Oliver's entire body tensed, and he gasped a warning, tightening his fingers in her hair as a slur of Russian curse words flew from his mouth.
She refused to release him, even as his hips began to jerk, and she felt the tell-tail pulsing of his cock in her mouth. When he came, she swallowed, a hum of feminine power and deligh escaping her as Oliver's growl of her name reached her ears.
She finished him off and cleaned him as he sagged against his chair, using his legs to push himself out so he could look down at her. His eyes darkened on her, a rough sound coming from him as he moved and dragged her up onto his lap.
"You almost fucking killed me." he murmured, pushing her hair away from her face. She giggled and buried her face in his neck.
"Poor Diggle. First Thea and now him. We really need to start being careful." she whispered, blushing when he chuckled.
"This time it was your fault." Oliver told her, lifting her off his lap so he could tidy himself up.
She scoffed at him and straightened herself up.
"Yes, well, now it's my turn to go buy Diggle a 'Sorry you walked in on me and Oliver going at it' present." she grumbled as she leant towards him and kissed him sweetly, before moving back and shooting him a dirty look before making her way out of the room.
Oliver chuckled at her, watching her move, and began thinking of his revenge. And he would so enjoy what he was going to do to her, just as she would.
Lyla frowned at the box set of 'Sex and the City' DVD's that was currently laying on her kitchen table. John was still chuckling beside her, not able to get out any words other then Felicity.
Shaking her head, she grinned, knowing something must of happened for Felicity to feel the need to buy John the whole set of 'Sex and the City'.