Two Can Play This Game

By Bre (dust2dust34)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Arrow.
Rating: Explicit
Author's Notes: Part of my Heartbeats Olicity smutlet collection.

Summary: Smut Drabble Prompt: mersayseh – "and just what do you think you're doing?"

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

Felicity hissed the words as low as she could, grabbing Oliver's wrist in a vice grip, yanking it out from between her legs. "Stop it!"

"No," he replied with a knowing smirk on his stupid face, leaning towards her again. She clenched her jaw, her traitorous eyes fluttering when he nuzzled the side of her neck. He pressed soft kisses up along the column, pausing when he reached her ear where he slowly sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit.

She didn't realize she'd released his wrist until he pressed it between her legs again, jolting her back to reality, and she grabbed it.

"We are in public, Oliver!"

"I know, Felicity," he whispered into her ear, and she shuddered, unwittingly arching into his mouth when he made his way back down her jaw. He pulled his hand free from her hold and touched her chin, tilting her face back so he could slant his mouth of hers.

She should be annoyed, and she was really trying very hard… but the movie was just not that good. Not good enough, at least, to distract her from the nearly empty theater and the fact that they were in the very back and that the movie was definitely loud enough to cover any wayward… sounds, right?

Felicity moaned into his mouth, gripping the lapel of his jacket, opening herself to him. He smiled against her lips, his hand sliding back down her front, grazing over her chest, his fingers dancing across her hardened nipples poking through her sundress, before he slipped it down between her legs.

She didn't stop him this time. Instead, she whimpered, opening her legs for him as his fingers found her wet heat. He moaned his approval, pressing them underneath her panties where her arousal was already pooling from all the touching his wayward hands had done the entire night.

Oliver slipped away long enough to trail his wet fingers along her inner thigh, gripping her knee and he hooked it over the armrest, leaving her spread open for anything he wanted to do to her.

Well, two could play this game.

Felicity broke away from his lips when he slipped two fingers along the side of her clit. She abandoned her death grip on his jacket and grabbed his neck, using it as an anchor to slip her hand between his legs. He let out a startled noise, his fingers curling nicely against her puffy folds.

He was already hard when she cupped him through his slacks, and he groaned, pressing his fingers deep into her as he panted against the side of her neck, digging his forehead into her temple. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip when he started a shallow thrust, his thumb seeking out her bundle of nerves.

"Oliver," she moaned as she rubbed him faster through his slacks, her eyes immediately flying open to see if anyone had heard her, but the only people in the theater with them were twenty rows ahead, in a small group, and they were all paying rapt attention to the movie, not the illicit couple in the back.

Who knew she was the kind of girl who did this? She sure as hell didn't. And who knew she would like it so much? Not her.

Oliver adding a third finger and his tongue finding that spot on her neck yanked her out of her thoughts and she unconsciously squeezed his hard cock through his pants, making him jerk, his groan vibrating against her, echoing her racing pulse.

His hips started thrusting against her hand, his breathing becoming more harried and she moved her hand faster, feeling the slight tendrils of pleasure starting to unfurl in the pit of her stomach.

Oliver rasped her name urgently, his movements halting as he thrust up into her hand.

Felicity closed her eyes, gripping the armrest her leg was hooked over as her hips started moving against his hand, seeking her own pleasure, the sound of his tiny cries of pleasure filling her ear as she rubbed him harder, harder, faster.

Felicity let out a short yelp when Oliver slid his wet fingers out of her and found her clit, rubbing it just as quickly and aggressively as she was him, the nubbin slick and hard, already yearning for attention from his ministrations.

"Oh…" she moaned, eyes slipping shut as her release built quickly, his fingers moving so fast, so fast… she barely felt her hand moving over him, or his hips thrusting up against her, or her own hips moving in jerky circles. She turned her face towards him, pressing against his stubbled cheek as they moved against each other, seeking their pleasure. She bit her lip to keep her voice down, and she shuddered when he pressed his lips to her shoulder, both of them moving faster…

A flash of white sheeted over her eyes - and later she would wonder if that had been the movie or if it was actually possible to come that hard - and she opened her mouth in a silent scream, her back arching as the orgasm crashed through her.

Oliver's free hand slipped between his legs, and he grabbed her hand, pressing it down harder against his cock as he thrust up against them both, rubbing her hand faster before he groaned into her ear, his release spilling inside his pants, a rush of heated wetness staining the front of his pants under her palm where their fingers were interlaced tightly.

"I can't believe I let you do that," Felicity moaned, cracking open an eye to see if anyone had called security, or if there were cameras - god, she didn't think about any cameras - but she didn't see anything.

"I think the better question is how am I going to walk out of here now?" Oliver asked, glancing down at the wet spot front and center, and Felicity giggled, her shoulder shaking with mirth as she turned to press a kiss to his cheek.

From my "One Line of Dialogue" prompt request on Tumblr (I'm dust2dust34)

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