Author's Note: Forewarning, this chapter is my attempt at steamy. I tried to balance it out with plot progression as well but yeah these crazy kids are ready to go and I apparently have no say in the matter.
Felicity's outfit can be found on my Polyvore page.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 14: What Goes Up…
"Oliver, is the blindfold really necessary? Also, how did you manage to convince Digg to stay in the car?"
"Yes and this place is one of the most secure in the city. Why? Don't you trust me?"
"What if you get distracted and I run into a wall? Or fall into a manhole?"
Oliver chuckles at the temporarily visionless blonde standing in front of him, hands gently clasping the tops of her arms in preparation to guide her once the elevator comes to a stop.
"Well for one thing, there are no manholes where we're going."
Just then there's a light ping from above their heads, signaling that they've arrived as the doors slide open to reveal a luxurious penthouse. It's the same penthouse, in fact, that Oliver and Tommy had visited a week prior. While he and Felicity were on break, Oliver had filled his time with anything that would distract him and keep him from going to her, including apartment hunting. Each time he found himself comparing the new place he was looking at to this one and coming up short.
"Where are we? Why does it smell like fresh paint and cleaning products?"
"Would you just let me surprise you?"
Oliver takes a step forward, forcing Felicity to take a step of her own. He begins to guide her into the penthouse, her wedge-heeled shoes emitting a dull thud against the hardwood floor as they travel down the hallway and into the main living area.
"Never was one for surprises. I like knowing things, if you haven't noticed."
"It has not escaped my attention. I'm going to let go for a second, stay here."
Felicity calls out to Oliver as he makes his way over to the light switch on the wall, flicking on the overhead lights to mingle with the rays of the bright afternoon sun flooding in through the wall of windows.
"Yes, because I was fully intending on wandering around an unfamiliar place while blindfolded."
Oliver rolls his eyes before crossing back over to stand in front of Felicity, hands reaching up to gently grasp at the edges of the blindfold.
"Since you have been so patient, I'm going to take of the blindfold in 3… 2… – "
"Oh for God's sake, Oliver, just let me see where you've dragged me off to and – why are we in an empty apartment?"
Her eyes sweep the empty living area before bouncing over towards the kitchen, then finally landing back on Oliver. If she hasn't spoken it aloud, the question of where they are would be clearly conveyed in Felicity's gaze. Instead of replying right away, Oliver takes her by the hand, tugging her further into the penthouse as nerves start to make their presence known throughout his system.
"Well, it's not just any empty apartment. It's my empty apartment."
Oliver carefully studies her reaction, for some reason desperately wanting to know what she thinks of the place. Felicity takes a few steps to the left, walking just within the entryway of the kitchen before turning back around to face him, a smile steadily growing on her face.
"You bought a penthouse?"
"Yeah, I did. Just paid the first down payment this morning. Do you, uh, want to look around?"
Her excited nod and bright smile are all the permission Oliver needs to take her hand in his and guide her through the main floor of his new crash pad.
First they walk through the kitchen, granite counter tops and white cupboards greeting them as they begin their tour. Felicity ooh's over the double ovens and ample countertop space for a reason that flies right over Oliver's head, but it makes her happy and therefore he approves of it one-hundred percent. They don't spend much time in the living and dining rooms; just open space at the moment with a gas fireplace in one and a classic chandelier hanging in the other. Next, Oliver guides them towards the bedroom area. The hallway is decently sized, larger than that of a normal apartment he's sure. Two doors lie on the right side, a bedroom and laundry room, and three on the other, a bathroom and an office as well as another guest bedroom. Straight down the hall is a pair of double doors that lead to the master suite.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're the only one moving in here, right?"
For a moment, the image of Felicity lounging next to him on a sofa in the living room invades Oliver's thoughts. It's so easy to picture the two of them together after a long day at work, unwinding with various takeout boxes scattered across a coffee table and maybe a nice bottle of wine. While she wasn't much of a drinker, in part due to her age, Oliver had caught on to Felicity's appreciation of red wine during various family dinners since his return. She never had more than a glass but the way she would sip and savor the deep red liquid, eyes falling shut for a moment as it slid down the back of her throat, was more than enough to clue him in on her enjoyment.
Oliver shakes his head to dispel the image, glancing down to find the woman he was just contemplating with an expectant look in place.
"No, yes, I mean, you're right. It's just me moving in here. But you never know who's going to need a place to spend the night."
"Seems a little bit much for me, but hey if you have the money why not?"
"Right. Come on, let me show you the rooms."
There's not much to see in the guest bedrooms and others rooms that line the walls either, but they briefly walk through them anyway. Felicity suggests different uses for the extra rooms – a gym, an office, a guest bedroom – and happily points out the number of outlets in each. It doesn't surprise Oliver in the least that his tech-savvy girlfriend, the word still sounds somewhat trite to him, would focus on the electrical aspects of his new place of living. He makes note of the room with the maximum amount of outlets. That will be his office as much as hers if he has anything to say about it.
"And here is the master bedroom."
"Holy crap, Oliver! This is the size of a normal person's apartment! We could fit a whole family in here!"
The combination of "we" in reference to him and Felicity and "family" sends Oliver's mind spinning into dangerous territory; territory that involves him, Felicity, and two small children with curly hair and bright blue eyes. Never has Oliver even remotely considered that kind of future for himself and in all honesty it's just as terrifying as it is exhilarating.
Tugging lightly on her hand, Oliver pulls Felicity into him, sliding his unoccupied arm around her waist and slipping his hand beneath the loose, bright yellow fabric of her blouse to splay across the bare skin above her hipbone.
"What do you think?"
Felicity smiles up at him, hands traveling upwards to lock together behind his neck and pull herself closer.
"It's perfect, Oliver. Although it's your place so I don't really see why you need my opinion on it."
Oliver adjusts his hold on Felicity so that each of his hands are gripping either side of her waist beneath her shirt, squeezing lightly before loosening to hold on with the barest of pressures.
"Well, I figure that you and I will be spending a lot of time here so…"
Oliver trails off, allowing the implications to hang in the space between them; the rapidly decreasing space.
"Is that so? And just what do you think will have us spending so much time here, Mr. Queen?"
Damn, does he find it attractive when she calls him that.
Taking a step forward, Oliver forces Felicity back with slow, deliberate steps until her back gently but firmly hits the bedroom wall. He leans down, skipping straight over her mouth to press a kiss against the pale column of her neck. Felicity's reaction is instantaneous, body jumping slightly against his and causing him to grin against her skin. After the brief interruption, Oliver's lips return to their task, peppering gentle kisses along her neck and jawline before traveling over her cheek to hover just above her own. Both Felicity's breathing and his have picked up pace at this point, warms puffs of air intermingling in the minute space between their mouths.
Their eyes lock and Oliver's body floods with heat at Felicity's heavy-lidded gaze. Her pupils are blown wide with desire, appearing a dark stormy blue, and her tongue peeks out to wet her lips in anticipation. With a groan, Oliver crashes his mouth to hers, barely giving Felicity enough time to match his ferocity before his own tongue darts out to lick at her lips and beg for entrance.
The kiss is relentless, passionate as teeth clash and hands wander. Oliver's come to rest on the curve of her ass, giving a firm squeeze to signal his intent before hoisting Felicity further up the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling their lower bodies tight against each other. Their lips part in near soundless gasps at the contact before pressing back furiously against one another, continuing the kiss.
Oliver's lungs begin to burn with the need for oxygen and he imagines that Felicity's must be in similar form. Reluctantly, his lips detach from hers, moving to shower her neck with tiny kisses in an attempt to help them both catch their breath. When his panting is at a slightly more controllable level, Oliver leans forward to whisper in Felicity's ear.
"Have I made myself clear? Or do I need to elaborate on the subject?"
It takes Felicity a moment to compose herself enough to respond, a fact that fills Oliver with satisfaction and a hint of pride. When she finally does answer him, her voice is low and breathy, a whisper just brushing against his jaw.
"You might need to be a little more specific."
Her hips grind down on his at the word 'specific', causing Oliver's grip on them to tighten as he releases a low growl from the back of his throat. Felicity gasps out a laugh before using her arms locked around his neck to pull her further up his body and repeat the motion. This time both Felicity and Oliver let out an audible groan, continuing to move against each other in small, rocking motions. Their synchronized moans become a staccato of pants and hums, mouths close but not quite pressed against one another as they hang open in a silent declaration of need.
"I want you, Oliver."
"Fuck."
It's the first time that Felicity has expressed her desire for Oliver in words and it sets his whole body ablaze. His hands slide beneath the hem of her shirt, skimming along the smooth expanse of her lower back, blunt nails digging in when she gives a particularly enthusiastic twist of her hips.
What little blood is left in Oliver's head works to keep him aware of their surroundings. This is neither the time nor the place for the things that he wants to do to Felicity right now and they need to come back down from this high they're on before things get more out of hand.
Thankfully, the shrill ringing of a phone interrupts their grinding, further assisting Oliver in his battle for control.
"That's – " Felicity pauses to catch her breath before continuing. "That's probably Digg wondering what we're doing. We should go."
Oliver let's his head fall against her shoulder, heavy breaths warming the already heated skin above her collarbone. This unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, gives him a spectacular view of Felicity's cleavage through the small triangular opening in her top. His cock twitches at the sight of her chest rising and falling with her rapid intake of breath. Oliver's eyes slam shut as he musters up the strength to move away from her. With one hand on the wall and the other grabbing onto her thigh, he pushes himself back, gently squeezing her leg in a silent signal to lower it so that they can separate from one another.
"Wow, okay... "
Felicity runs a hand over her ponytail to smooth it out and then tugs at the hem of her shorts to situate them back down from where they've ridden up her thighs.
"Yeah that was..."
Oliver trails off at a complete loss for words. You would think that as a grown man making out like a bunch of teenagers would lack such an appeal. Hell, he did a lot more thank making out when he was a teenager. Truthfully, it's not the act itself that gets his blood pumping and heart racing rather it's the fact that he's doing it with Felicity. She has a way of making everything in his life a bit more exciting, brings an energy of lightheartedness that he was so miserably lacking before.
The phone rings again and Oliver hastens to answer it so as not to make Diggle suspicious.
"Hey, Digg. We're coming right now."
"I don't need the gory details. Just remember that we have a training session to work in before you get to sit down for a lovely family dinner in a few hours."
Oliver lets out a groan, very different in tone from the pleasure-filled ones of a few minutes back.
"Right. Okay we're heading down now. Meet you in the parking garage."
He hangs up, not waiting for an answer, and turns to face Felicity. Her gaze is questioning, head tilted to the side in that adorable way she does. He can't resist bending forward to press a quick peck to her lips.
"We have dinner with the family tonight."
Felicity rolls her eyes, picking up her purse that had been unceremoniously dumped onto the floor at some point during their passionate exchange before heading out alongside Oliver towards the main living area.
"It's just dinner with the family, Oliver. Try not to act like you're the main course."
Quickly flicking off the lights, he joins Felicity by the elevator, ushering her inside with a hand on her lower back and reaching over to press the button that will take them to the garage. There's a slight pressure on his shoulder as Felicity rests a hand on it, bright pink nails catching Oliver's notice from the corner of his eye. She rises up on her tiptoes, lips coming just shy of his ear as she whispers to him in a sweet, seductive tone that goes straight to his groin.
"Plus, I can promise you dessert will be well worth it."
Oliver's head falls back against the wall with a thud and a groan, Felicity's laughter tinkling from the space beside him at his reaction.
Lord, help his soul. She's going to kill him.
….
She's nervous. He can tell that just from looking at her. But aside from that he can also see that she's determined. The object in her hands is foreign and unfamiliar but he watches as she studies it intently, weighing it in the palm of her hand.
"Okay, so this here if your safety. Keep it on until you're willing to shoot. It prevents the gun from going off but you should never under any circumstances aim it at someone unless you're prepared to shoot them. Got it?"
Felicity nods her head in understanding, still studying the gun in her hands.
"Safety on. No pointing the scary weapon at the other kids. Got it."
Diggle steps beside her and points to a small, almost completely see through piece on the top of the gun.
"This here is your sight. It's going to give you a rough estimate of where the bullet will go, so long as you hold steady on the kick back. But make sure not to lock your elbows otherwise it's gonna hurt."
"Right. Okay."
It's been roughly three weeks since Diggle and Oliver started her training and at Felicity's request they agreed to teach her how to shoot a gun. Most of what Diggle is telling her now is reiteration; they briefed her before even putting the gun in her hands. They had also gone over the various parts and functions, even showed her how to unload and reload the empty magazine. All that was left was the actual shooting part.
"I'll fire off a couple of rounds so you can get used to the sound and get a better visual on what your stance should look like. Take a few steps back so the casings don't hit you."
Felicity does as she's told, walking a few feet away to avoid the ricochet of smoldering bullet casings that are sure to come with Digg's firing of the gun.
They're on the edge of the property, having gone through the gardens and down further to the open expanses of the yard. Nothing surrounds them save for the tree line far off on one side and the ocean away in the distance. It's hot out, the sweltering summer sun beating down on their backs, disrupted occasionally by a light breeze. About a hundred feet away sits a makeshift target; a cardboard box with a target drawn on it, courtesy of Felicity's handiwork, sitting on top of a wooden fence post.
Diggle aims the gun and takes a calming breath before firing. The gunshot rings loud and clear through the air around them, causing Felicity to flinch infinitesimally in surprise. Oliver is used to it, unfazed by the volume. However, his hands clench and teeth grit as his mind flashes to the images that often haunt his sleep. He doesn't realize that his eyes are closed until there's a soft hand covering his and an even softer voice speaking to him in a low tone.
"Oliver, hey, look at me."
His eyes open to find Felicity standing in front of him, concerned expression on her face.
"You okay?"
"Yeah it's just…"
Oliver trails off. How is he supposed to explain that it's not the gunshot that frightens him, but the image of Felicity on the ground and bleeding out as he stands helpless and unable to save her? If anything it would only serve to frighten her further because if he, a trained war veteran, is afraid of such things, then why shouldn't she be?
"Nightmares. I get it. You don't have to be here if it's too much."
"No, it's fine. I'm okay now."
They're cut off by a rapid succession of shots as Digg empties the rest of the magazine into the box, hitting near perfect every time. Felicity steps back over to Diggle once he gives the all clear and Oliver vaguely hears the older man instruct her to reload the gun and take position. He adjusts her stance here and there before nodding his consent for Felicity to take aim. She does as instructed, gaze locking in on the target through the sight on the top of the gun. Diggle takes a few steps back, clearing away from where the casings should fly then raises his voice so that she can hear him.
"Okay, Felicity, one shot when you're ready. Then we'll see what needs adjusting. Got it?"
"Got it!"
There's a beat of silence, any wildlife that had been close by before now is long gone after Digg's round. Felicity takes a moment to collect herself, chest rising and falling as she breathes deeply. Then she pulls the trigger.
The shot goes off and while it's clear Felicity listened to Diggle's instructions on the kick back, she goes with the movement a little too early, anticipating it. Oliver moves to check where the bullet hit and finds that it just grazed the top of the box. He suspected as much.
"Top edge of the box. Try aiming a little lower and don't anticipate the kick."
They go through a couple more rounds like that, Felicity firing off shots and either Digg or Oliver giving her feedback. By the time they call it a day she's able to at least hit the target with every bullet in the magazine. Her aim could still use a lot of work but at least she's hitting the box.
"Not bad. You're still anticipating the kick at times but you're hitting the target, which is all we really need. Chances are if you're faced with a situation where using a gun is your only option, the target is going to be moving or at least possess the ability to do so. The same concept applies there that does to the box. Aim for the center, pull the trigger."
"Right. Just aim and shoot and possibly end someone's life. Simple."
The reluctance in her voice is obvious and Oliver takes note of the slightly paler tint to her skin. He steps up and rests a hand on Felicity's shoulder; thumb stroking along her collarbone in a soothing gesture.
"Hey. The chances of you delivering a fatal blow on accident like that are slim, more likely than not the bullet will hit a limb and cause a lot of blood loss but not kill on impact."
Felicity nods her head in acknowledgement but Oliver can see that her mind is going in a million different directions.
"Did you… I mean have you… Never mind. You probably don't want to talk about it."
Oliver knows exactly what she was going to ask and he contemplates it before answering honestly.
"I did what I had to do to survive."
"And no one would blame you for it."
Sincerity shines bright in her eyes as Felicity says the words, holding his gaze so he knows she means it. The knowledge that he's killed does nothing to diminish her faith in him and he wonders if things would be the same were he to tell her everything.
A small kick to his foot draws Oliver out of his musings as Felicity tilts her head towards the general area of the mansion.
"Let's go get ready for dinner."
He and Diggle quickly go about clearing away the remnants of their target practice, carefully kicking empty casings onto the tarp they put down before gathering it up to bring back with them and dispose of. As the trios makes their way towards the house, Diggle starts up the conversation by addressing Felicity.
"So, you make any progress on your mother's case?"
For a moment, Oliver is startled by the question.
It shouldn't surprise him that Diggle knows about Felicity's desire to help them find a connection between Karen and Bertinelli, but it does. Oliver knows they talk and that his friend has formed a sort of protective, big brother relationship with Felicity over the past month but she only expressed her desire to help them in their search two days ago. Oliver himself hasn't even had time to bring it up with Diggle.
The fact that Felicity and Digg seem to be getting along so well sparks hope in his chest that maybe, just maybe his two worlds don't need to be so separated after all.
"Right now I'm just gathering information. Trying to organize everything we know about the evidence for the trial and my mother's interaction with Bertinelli's associates. Then I'll start searching for off shore accounts and transactions."
"Good. Anything we can do to help?"
Felicity shakes her head before replying to Digg.
"Nothing you haven't done already. This is mostly just me playing catch up and double-checking what you have now. Once I've gone through the information a couple times I should be able to find some sort of common factor that I can use as a starting point."
"Digg and I have checked through everything. We couldn't pinpoint a common denominator."
Felicity throws Oliver a near-affronted look at that comment, as if he had personally insulted her.
"You should know better then to doubt my skills with a computer. You two look at this like a plan of attack, searching out an enemy strategy that you won't find. This isn't aggressive warfare, it's silent and shady and all about the numbers. Lucky for you numbers and acclaimed military strength firewalls are my specialty."
When both Digg and Oliver side eye her, Felicity ducks her head in an attempt to hide a proud little smile. It's damn near the cutest thing Oliver's ever seen and if they were alone right now he would probably give into this ridiculous, overwhelming urge he has to throw Felicity over his shoulder and carry her all the way back just to hear her laugh.
But as reality stands they are in fact in the presence of a third party and even though said third party has expressed no ill will towards Oliver and his relationship with Felicity, he figures it best to just continue walking as they are now. The conversation strays from one thing to the next; training, security details, this running bet Digg and Felicity apparently have about her supervisor. Before Oliver realizes it they're in the mansion and headed their separate ways to get ready for dinner. Diggle leaves the couple quickly and with a small nod of his head, heading down the hall to the guest bedroom that is permanently made up for him.
"So I'll see you at dinner?"
Of course he will. They both live here. They were both included in the term "family dinner". Oliver could very nearly kick himself for the sheer stupidity in that question.
"Yes, you will. And I believe there was talk of dessert, too."
So she hasn't forgotten about her little comment either. Good. Neither has he.
"I'm holding you to that."
"Good."
Felicity quickly glances down either side of the hall, Oliver presumes to check if anyone else is nearby, before wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him down to press a slow kiss against his mouth.
"See you at dinner."
Then she's halfway down the hall in what seems like less than a heartbeat and Oliver is left wandering into his room, slightly dazed from their kiss. He carelessly peals off layers of clothing as he makes his way towards the larger-than-necessary bathroom, in need of a shower for more reasons than just the blistering heat outside.
Not five minutes into his shower, Oliver feels a presence in the room. He has his back to the frosted glass door but doesn't turn, not wanting to alert the intruder of his notice. That is until the individual speaks. Then he stays as he is for entirely different motives.
"Oliver, can I…"
Felicity.
She sounds nervous and he can understand why. But he also desperately wants her to finish that sentence, a thrill going through him just at the thought of what she might say. When Felicity speaks again, her voice is clear and collected, sure of what she wants.
"Can I join you?"
"God, yes."
Well that didn't sound eager at all. Embarrassingly enough, Oliver's pretty sure he hears Felicity's laughter mingled with the sound of rustling clothes. The tempting harmony overwhelms his senses with a delicious heat that he's become all too familiar with these past few weeks. Then the door is opening, accompanied by a rush of cool air that elicits goose bumps all over his body and the sound of small feet lightly coming down on the wet tile floor.
"You can look. I certainly am. I mean… I, uh… Yeah, no, that's exactly what I mean. We're both naked and in the shower together. If there were ever an appropriate circumstance for my inappropriate slips of the tongue, this would be it."
Truth be told, Oliver didn't even realize that he was still facing away with eyes screwed shut until Felicity commented on it. Taking a deep breath, he pivots in the spacious shower stall and to get his first uninhibited look at Felicity.
It takes his breath away.
His eyes jump around at first, quickly scanning her body in a fit of sensory overload. Certain places hold his attention longer than others; the slope of her neck that he knows is extra sensitive in places, her small rounded breasts and the valley between them, the tattoo just above her hipbone, a birthmark on her outer thigh, her legs that seem to go on for miles, the unexpectedly small amount of hair covering her sex. Felicity shifts her stance when his gaze falls on that last one, crossing one foot in front of the other and squeezing her thighs together. The nervous movement brings Oliver out of his trance, eyes quickly snapping up to meet Felicity's. A beautiful pink blush adorns her face as he catches Felicity surveying his body in a manner similar to what he was doing a few seconds ago.
"You don't need to be nervous."
"I know I just… it's silly. Never mind."
Oliver takes a step towards her and slowly reaches out to cup the side of her neck, jaw cradled between his thumb and forefinger.
"Has anyone ever seen you like this?"
He's a little unsure if he wants to know the answer to that question, the thought of anyone else seeing Felicity like this sending a burst of jealousy through Oliver.
"Yes, well no, not exactly. It was dark."
"You have nothing to worry about. You're beautiful, Felicity."
Using the hand gently cradling her jaw, Oliver brings her lips to his in a tender kiss. It starts out slow and deep, tongues stroking against each other for a taste and noses bumping against one another as they push closer. Their bodies eagerly press together under the warm spray of the shower. The running water leads to skin sliding against skin as hands wander over rib cages, muscled backs, taut stomachs, smooth hips.
Oliver has a lot of experience with this kind of thing, but something he didn't realize until Felicity is how much of an ass man he is, specifically for Felicity's. As his hands slide down her naked back and over the smooth, uninterrupted curve of her bottom, Oliver releases a needy groan against her mouth. The soft flesh gives and takes deliciously under his hands as he kneads it before pulling her against his rapidly hardening length. Felicity moans and mewls in response, pressing herself further against him.
"God, this is so hot!"
Her exclamation causes Oliver to chuckle against her skin as he separates his mouth from hers, in desperate need of air.
"I'm just getting started."
Oliver turns them around, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses to Felicity's neck as he walks her backward through the spray of water and further still until she's pressed against the slick tile wall. She gasps above him when one of his hands travels between her legs to cup her center.
"Oliver!"
"Jesus, Felicity. You're so wet already."
"Well we are in a shower so – oh, OH!"
The movement of Oliver's mouth traveling down the valley of her breasts and over to take her sensitive peak in his mouth causes Felicity to shout, effectively cutting off her smartass remark. His hand travels from her center to grab onto her waist in an effort to steady the movement of her hips and keep her from slipping down the tile wall. Felicity's hands move from Oliver's shoulders to his hair, securing his mouth against her in a frantic search for more.
"Felicity… Felicity, can I taste you?"
"Yes!"
She doesn't need to say anymore than that.
Oliver is down on his knees the next second, lips traveling over Felicity's soft stomach, pausing to suck at the skin above her hipbone where her tattoo resides. Her hips lift off the shower wall of their own accord and Oliver brings both his hands to secure them back against the tiled surface. He kisses a path inwards, along the crease of her leg until the stubble on his cheek rubs against the inside of her thigh, slick with a mixture of water from the showerhead above and her own arousal. Experimentally, Oliver runs his tongue along the juncture where Felicity's womanhood meets her thigh. He's delighted by the response he gets as she writhes against the wall and widens her stance in an invitation for more.
"Please, please, please!"
Far be it for him to deny Felicity anything that she wants.
Moving his mouth directly over her, Oliver licks Felicity from the base of her slit up to her clit, eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her low moans and heavy panting egg him on, the muscles beneath his tongue twitching at the pleasurable contact. He gives her cunt a slow, open-mouthed kiss, mimicking the one that started this whole thing a few minutes ago. Her taste is sweet and a little tangy as his tongue peaks out to lap at her juices. Felicity's eyes slam shut, her nails grabbing on and digging into Oliver's shoulders.
"Fuck! Oh my God, Oliver…."
Her exclamations are just on the side of too loud and for a moment he worries that someone will hear them.
"You need to be a little quieter for me, baby. Can you do that?"
Felicity nods her head in an overzealous agreement before sliding her hands up from Oliver's shoulders and into his hair, anxiously tugging at the strands.
"Just please don't stop."
"Never."
With that small promise, Oliver leans back in. This time his mouth goes directly to her clit, sucking on it with enough pressure to send tremors through her body. Felicity slides down the wall a little and Oliver adjusts his hold so that both his arms hook under her legs for support. The new position opens her further, giving him easier access to her dripping cunt. The sight of it makes Oliver painfully aware of just how turned on he is. But this is about Felicity and her pleasure alone. No one's ever done this to her and he will be damned is he doesn't make her see stars by the time it's all said and done.
With that in mind, Oliver doubles his efforts, moving to her glistening slit. His tongue slides through the folds, seeking out her entrance. A shaky moan escapes Felicity's mouth when his tongue dips inside and her hips tilt with his ministrations to give him better access to her core. Oliver's hands roughly knead the muscle of her thighs encouragingly as he fucks her with his mouth, nose pressing against her clit in the process.
"Oliver, Oliver!"
His name leaves her mouth like a holy mantra, a prayer called out to whoever will answer it. In this case that would be him.
Oliver unwraps one of his arms and brings his hand to her center, dipping one finger then two inside to coat them with her slickness. A dull thud from above has him quickly looking up to check on Felicity as one of her hands leaves his hair to rub at a spot on the back of her head. She must have hit it against the tile wall.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Please don't stop."
With a deep, rumbling chuckle, Oliver returns to the task at hand. His mouth finds her sensitive bundle of nerves to press a deep kiss against it while his fingers travel further down to her entrance. He begins to pump them inside of her while sucking on her clit, building back up to the rhythm they had going before the interruption. Soon enough, Felicity is releasing small mewling noises interspersed with open-mouthed gasps and desperate moans that somewhat resemble his name. She gives a forceful jerk of her hips after he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her, causing Oliver to grin against her.
He can feel the build up coming to a crescendo inside of Felicity. The muscles low in her belly pull tighter under the hand he's using to keep her standing. Her thighs begin to quiver uncontrollably not knowing whether to stay open or close around his head in her body's search for more. Oliver doubles his efforts, determined more now so than ever to give her this release.
"Oliver, I'm…"
"Yeah, baby, let go for me."
But he can see that Felicity's not quite there yet. She's on the edge, so close to tumbling down and falling apart under his ministrations. All she needs is a little push.
Oliver continues the in and out motion of his fingers but pauses the attention he was giving her with his mouth to look up at Felicity. Her head is thrown back, exposing the pale expanse of her neck, eyes tightly shut in ecstasy.
"Felicity, look at me. I want you to watch me."
She struggles for a second, still squirming and panting as his fingers curl inside of her and hit that spot again.
"I can't. Oliver, please!"
"Look at me. I want to see your face when I make you come."
The second her hooded eyelids slide open enough for their gazes to meet; Oliver takes Felicity's clit into his mouth and hums. The vibrations prove to be her tipping point as she cries out for him.
"Oliver! Oh! Oliver!"
He continues to suck and lick and nip at Felicity's oversensitive nub as she writhes and jerks against the wall, easing her through the pleasure-filled waves of her orgasm. Her legs turn to jello by the end of it, no longer able to support her own body weight, and Oliver assists in easing Felicity to the shower floor. Slipping behind her to lean against the wall, he draws her into his lap, still able to feel the small tremors of aftershock flowing through her.
They stay like that for a few moments as Felicity catches her breathe, panting against Oliver's neck. He presses an occasional kiss to her hair, neck, cheek, shoulder, whatever is within reach and lightly strokes up and down the column of her spine.
"Wow, I… Wow."
A proud smirk breaks out across Oliver's face, one he can't contain no matter how hard he tries.
"Did I just render Felicity Smoak speechless? Do I get some kind of award for that?"
"No, but you do deserve some kind of award for your tongue because WOW."
Oliver's shoulders shake with silent laughter, which quickly becomes audible as Felicity joins in with him. The movement, of course, causes her still naked body to press against him, effectively reminding Oliver of his still painfully hard state.
"Come on let's get washed up before people start looking for us."
Felicity quirks her head to the side, hand coming to rest over his chest before slowly making its way down his chest as she speaks.
"But don't you want to…"
Oliver catches her wrist in his hand before it can reach past his navel.
"Not right now. This one was all about you. Plus, we have a dinner to get to."
"Are you sure? It doesn't hurt or anything, right?"
Her obvious concern is endearing and Oliver reaches out to cup both her cheeks in the palms of his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth.
"I'll be fine. Now come on, time to clean up."
Oliver stands up off the floor before offering Felicity a hand. She accepts it, allowing him to pull her up and beneath the spray of the water as he reaches for the body wash with his other hand.
"Oh and just so you know, if you ever call me 'baby' outside of… that, I will make your life a never-ending string of ill-timed 'old man' comments."
Oliver releases a good-humored groan before ducking down to buss the tip of her nose.
"Wouldn't be you if you didn't."
….
The sound of silverware scraping against fine china and wine being poured into crystal glasses fills the cool night air. Oliver's family sits gathered around the dining table on the back porch off of the main kitchen. Moira had decided since it was such a lovely night out that they should have a more relaxed dinner this evening.
"So, Oliver, Jeanine told me you signed for the penthouse she showed you. That's great, darling!"
Oliver refrains from bringing the bite of tender steak he just sliced to his mouth in order to answer his mother's question.
"Yeah, it's a great place. The location is favorable and the security is better than almost anything else you'll find in the city."
"The view is really nice too."
Both Oliver and Felicity pause their intake of food at her slip.
"Oh, Felicity, you've been there?
Sitting side by side, the pair attempts not to look at one another for fear of giving them away. Oliver nudges her thigh under the table with his own in a silent plea for her to do something. His excuses are shit and he knows it.
"Oh, no. Oliver just mentioned it the other day and I took it upon myself to do a little research. You know, I figured it would be good to have a female's opinion on it. The pictures I found showcased a great cityscape."
That was... actually not too shabby. Oliver's hand slips under the table, landing over her thigh to give it a supportive squeeze.
"Really? Because Oliver didn't say anything to me about - Ow!"
"Thea, sweetheart, are you alright?"
Oliver covers his smirk by taking a bite of his steak while his sister glares at him from across the table for kicking her.
"I'm fine. Just bugs or something. Really annoying, stubborn bugs who insist on ganging up on me."
Moira's eyes bounce back and forth between her children, trying to decipher what is going on. After some quick deliberation she only sighs, shaking her head while taking a bite of her salad.
"So when is the move in date, son?"
"Whenever I want to. I was thinking sometime this week maybe. Things are running pretty smoothly with Applied Sciences and DefenseTech so I figure now is as good a time as any."
Robert nods his head, an almost proud smile making its way to his face.
"That's good to hear. We want only positive things to talk about with the investors and higher ups at DefenseTech on Thursday."
"Thursday?"
The day doesn't ring any bells in Oliver's head but obviously there's some importance to it that he's missing.
"Yes, Thursday. The Queen Consolidated Charity Gala, remember? One of the benefactors this year is DefenseTech."
"Right, of course. The Gala. How could I forget?"
Easily, apparently. Oliver doesn't remember a single mention of any charity gala within the past month. This is all news to him. To be fair it has probably been in his work calendar for weeks. If he could only figure out how to work the damn thing past seeing what day it currently is...
"Oliver. Honestly, do you even listen to your assistant at all?"
"Please mother, of course I do."
Beside him, Felicity quietly scoffs before mumbling an almost unintelligible 'not'. Oliver has to fight the urge to respond.
"For your sake I hope so. You're expected to give a speech about the project and the cause."
"Great. Looking forward to it."
Thea once again pipes up from the other side of the table.
"Don't worry, Ollie, I'm sure someone will hold your hand if you ask them to."
Yeah, that earns another kick in the shin.
The conversation flows from there, one topic to the next. To be truthfully Oliver doesn't pay much attention for the rest of the meal unless directly addressed. Images of Felicity crying out in the throes of passion fill his mind, causing his body to stir one too many times throughout the course of their dinner. He has a sneaking suspicion that Felicity isn't doing much better seeing as she's caught off-guard more than once when addressed by someone else at the table. There have also been a few times when he's stolen a glance in her direction, only to find her eyes glazed over and bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
By the time the table's cleared and everyone is going their separate ways, all Oliver wants to do is drag Felicity back into his room, or hers he's not picky, and finish what they started in the shower earlier. And they almost do.
Unfortunately, someone has other plans for them.
"Okay, what would you have done if I were mom walking in right now?"
"Thea!"
Felicity scrambles off her place in Oliver's lap and quickly reaches for her shirt, pulling it back over her head in one swift motion. Oliver, on the other hand, simply groans as he falls back on the bed. They had been in the beginning stages of a particularly heated make out session in Felicity's room that he knows wouldn't have stayed PG-13 for much longer when Thea came barging in. Talk about a mood killer.
"What are you doing in here, Speedy?"
"For your information, I came to see my best friend since you've been monopolizing her time as of late."
A guilty look crosses Felicity's face and Oliver knows that this is the end of their sexual exploration for the night. It's just as well; they shouldn't have to worry about someone walking in on them during their first time being together, Felicity's first time being with anyone, period.
"Oh, Thea, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize…"
His sister waves a hand at the comment, brushing it aside.
"Don't sweat it, Lissy. He's older, you work together, you also live under the same roof… It's new and taboo and exciting, I get it. But now I'm here demanding a girls night. As in, no boys allowed so, Oliver, get out."
Oliver knows better than to fight with Thea on this one. She's already prepared with a caddy full of movies, snacks, nail polish, and some other magical female weaponry that he doesn't know half the names of. Plus, she's right. He has been monopolizing Felicity's time lately despite their slight pause this past week.
"Alright, I'm going."
Quickly scooping his shirt off the floor, Oliver tugs it over his head before walking over to Felicity, lowering his voice so only she can hear him.
"I really, really want to continue this. I'm going to be thinking about our shower together all night."
Her pupils dilate just a little as his words, cheeks heating just beneath the surface.
"I would like that very much."
Despite Thea's presence in the room, Oliver can't resist stealing a kiss from Felicity. It lingers for a little longer than it probably should, a distinct clearing of a throat from behind signaling for them to hurry it up. Felicity is the one to break the kiss before leaning back in to press a brief peck against his mouth for good measure. Then she lightly shoves on his chest with one hand, smiling widely as she tells him to go.
"I'll see you in the morning."
Throwing one more smile her direction, Oliver crosses the floor to exit the room, grin widening at his sister's annoyed expression.
It feels like he's floating on cloud nine and nothing in the world could ever bring him down.
….
Author's Note:
Aw yeah I finished the chapter before leaving for the beach. My goal has been achieved. Now I can run and hide in embarrassment from that shit show of a smut scene I just gave you all. Disclaimer: I don't know what I'm doing.
Please send me some feedback so I can get a feel of what everyone's opinions were on this chapter, specifically the shower scene. Some of this I'm okay with and other parts I'm iffy on. The time for constructive criticism is now, folks.
Thanks for reading!
- Bri