A/N: Here's some smutty smutty Porschesmut. Inspired by the spoilers of riding off into the sunset in a Porsche. NSFW!

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

They'd been on the road for only half an hour but she hadn't stopped asking him where they were going. "It's a surprise," he kept promising her, but that only made her more curious. When she pulled out a tablet and began trying to calculate where their route might take them he snatched it from her hands, tucking it behind his seat and out of sight, laughing at her half hearted attempts to retrieve the device.

"Just enjoy the ride."

"I am." she said with a fake pout, settling back into her seat and adjusting the flowy skirt she wore. The one that showed quite the expanse of lightly tanned skin and made him want to skim his fingers over the surface. "But I'd enjoy it more if I knew where we were going."

"For once how about you let me give the directions."

"I thought you liked it when I was in your ear?" she threw back with a naughty smirk.

"Thought you liked it when I was in you." he returned, knowing without looking that her cheeks had turned pink.

For a few miles there was nothing but the roar of the wind and the zip of the coastline going by. He chanced a look her direction seeing her staring off, lips turned up in a smile.

"What?"

She pulled whipping hair out of her face and just smiled again, "Nothing."

"Felicity…" he drawled out, each syllable dropping into the next along with his register, knowing how much she liked it when his voice got deeper.

The little shudder she gave had nothing to do with the wind.

"I'm just...happy."

He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss to the palm, unable to contain his grin. "That's all I've ever wanted."

Her fingers gripped his tight as they rested back along the center console, the setting sun beginning to spray the sky with oranges and yellows. "I'm happy too."

"I know. I don't think I've ever seen you smile so much." she teased, but instead of feeling self-conscious his heart swelled in his chest. The love he felt for her so broad and so full he thought it might break through his ribs.

"You make me happy. You make me want to be happy."

"You deserve to be happy, Oliver."

"We deserve to be happy."

She gave a low chuckle, "I'm not going to disagree with you there."

"Do you regret-"

"I don't regret a thing." she cut him off quick and sure, "We're here because this was the path we had to take. And we're stronger for it."

There was a thickness in his throat he wasn't used to, his left hand tightening on the steering wheel as he tried to swallow past it.

He focused on the road, the purr of the engine beneath them, how there were hardly any other cars around them. The smooth transition from one gear to another as the blacktop began to wind around the hills that jutted into the ocean.

"So...all that shifting...that takes, both hands?" she sounded innocent, but the way she paused between words and the emphasis she put on 'both' made his cock twitch unexpectedly.

He slid a glance her way just in time to see her release the seat belt, shifting her weight to her left hip.

The stretch of road they were coming up on was curvy and hilly meaning he had no choice but to keep his eyes on the road and when her hot palm slid across the top of his thigh he knew exactly what she was up to.

"Felicity…"

"Shhh, you need to concentrate, right?"

"You-" a sharp breath hissed through his teeth as she rose to her knees, sliding her lips along his jaw for a second as her nimble fingers inched their way to the closure of his pants.

He'd gone from half erect, to fully aroused in a heartbeat it seemed, straining at the zipper that she was already lowering.

"I trust you to keep us from crashing," she said with an amused lilt, and then her hand was on him, pulling his ready cock from the confines of his boxers.

"God, Felicity!" the steering wheel protested the pressure he gripped it with but before he could try and pull away he was working the clutch as they went around a sharp corner.

Her head bumped into his chest as he wrapped his right hand around her forearm to steady her before he had to shift again.

His eyes flicked to the side, the now terribly short skirt she wore fluttering in the breeze as her ass stuck up in the seat next to him. If it had been a two lane road anyone on their right would have been able to see everything.

The feel of her soft hand wrapped around him made his vision threaten to white out, but there was another corner and he had no choice but to guide the car.

She was kind enough to wait until he'd made the turn before she put her mouth on him.

His foot came down too hard on the brake as a string of curses flew out in a rush.

He swore he felt her smile around him.

She was balanced against his chest, her shoulder pressed into his sternum as her hair fell like a tangled curtain around his lap. One hand massaged his balls as her tongue slowly circled the head of his cock. She was behaving as if they were in bed with all the time in the world, and not racing down the road at sixty miles per hour.

The hand he had on the gear shift flexed, the back of his arm pressed into her middle as she bent over him. He had to grit his teeth, trying to concentrate on his breathing and not crossing the center line again as she sucked him deeper, the wet sounds and the contented hum she made somehow heard over the wind.

There was a tingling sensation beginning low in his spine, hips twitching as he fought the push to thrust into her mouth. She took one more long pull, his head falling back against the seat with a thud.

The honk of a horn as he turned another corner having to veer hard to the right to avoid the car in the other lane was the final straw.

With a growl he pumped the brakes, spying a pulloff twenty yards ahead. Gravel spun beneath the tires as they left the paved surface for that of the access road, but Felicity didn't so much as lift her head much less stop the steady rhythm she'd seemingly committed to.

As soon as he'd pulled far enough off the main road that he could no longer see it he threw the Porsche into park, lifting her off of him in one swift motion.

Her face was flushed, eyes bright, lipstick smeared. He didn't need to look down to know where he'd find the rest of it.

His mouth was half opened, ready to growl out how dangerous she had been. Then the tip of her pink tongue shot out to trace along her top lip and he was hauling her into his lap.

One hand threaded through her hair, the other gripping tight at her waist as she settled against him, two thin layers of fabric keeping them separate as she rocked her hips into his.

Her mouth was open beneath his, his tongue stroking hers almost savagely. The moan he drew from her reverberating from her chest into his.

She was moving on top of him, drawing one leg up higher almost desperately before she tore back. "This car is too damn small!"

He pushed up, arm banding around her waist and without even bothering to release the door handle he hitched her higher until her legs wrapped about his hips, pushing his bare cock into the cradle of her pelvis.

There was no precision or fluidity as he clambered over the side of the car. His face was buried in her neck, sucking the spot beneath her ear that made her gasp his name.

Once he had both feet on the ground he turned until he could sit her on the edge of the hood. Her hands clutched his shoulders, chest heaving against his as his now free hands delved under her skirt.

He didn't bother pulling the pale pink underwear he'd seen her put on that morning off. Instead he tugged it to the side, sliding one finger through her folds to find her drenched. Her back bowed so far the crown of her head almost touched the silver of the hood.

"Oliver!" it was a plea, a command, and he was helpless to ignore her call.

He pushed into her in one smooth move, heels digging into his ass as she pulled him closer into her.

The world fell away when he was surrounded by her. It didn't matter that they were in the open. Didn't matter that they could be caught at any second. Didn't matter that he was taking her on the hood of the Porsche.

His entire world had tunneled down to how hot she was around him, how he could feel her flutter and pulse as he drove into her, how she went from crying his name to barely being able to draw a full breath.

Her head came up, their eyes locking and she was rocking back against him as hard as he was driving into her.

The build up was quick. Her shoulders hunched forward, mouth dropping open as he climbed higher and higher.

When she clamped around him, shuddering and gasping he couldn't hold back any longer.

He came with a shout, hips moving erratically into hers as she shook against him.

Lips moved softly from his temple to his cheek, dropping tiny little kisses along a trail only she was aware of. When she reached his mouth he kissed her lazily as they allowed their breaths to even out.

"You just had sex with me on the hood of your car." she said in mock accusation, hands stroking down his chest.

All he could do was pull back to give her a look, "After what you did?"

One shoulder lifted innocently, but the Cheshire smile she had betrayed any bit of innocence she was trying to pass off.

Reluctantly he pulled out of her, both of them making noises of protest. She straightened her skirt as he tucked himself back into his pants, not missing the proud look she projected.

"So...are you still not going to tell me where we're going?"

He laughed.

"After what you just did?"

She adjusted her glasses, batting long lashes at him, "I was just trying to...encourage you."

He tugged her towards him, off the hood and into his arms, "I think you were causing trouble."

She sighed, turning her head away, "You're driving me crazy."

"Good."

"Oliver!"

He laughed again, towing her around the front of the car back over to the passenger side. He made sure his lips grazed her ear as he opened the door, leaning down to help her in, "Behave for the next hour."

When he stood he gave her a wink, giving himself an imaginary point as she almost visibly melted into the seat.

Arms crossed stubbornly in front of her he got back behind the wheel. "You really won't tell me anything?"

"Nope."

"You're lucky I love you."

They both paused because even though she'd said more times than he could count it still sounded new and special.

"I am. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

The smile she gave him was all he'd ever need. He wasn't lying when he'd told her he never thought they'd be here. His wildest dreams had never allowed him this. Had never allowed him happiness.

But his dreams had never conjured someone as amazing as Felicity.

She'd turned his world around the moment he'd met her and as they pulled back onto the road, the setting sun painting the sky ahead of them he knew she'd never stop.