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Summary: Oliver Queen plays for the Starling City Emerald Archers, and his girlfriend has decided that some pre-game traditions need to be instituted.

A/N: Just a short drabble that is more of a scene from a possible larger story if I feel like tackling it. Also, the rating has gone up due to the nature of this chapter. Please only 18+. It was inspired by SA's video where he gifted EBR with a Justin Smoak jersey from the Toronto Blue Jays. As always, I hope you all enjoy!

Rounding Third and Heading for Home

"Hey, babe. Have you seen my jersey? I need to head out in a few minutes," Oliver called out as he laced up his shoes.

"Looking for this?"

Felicity came in to view at the entrance to his bedroom wearing nothing but his jersey and a sexy smirk. The dark green jersey swamped her petite frame, looking like an oversized dress as the material came to rest mid thigh. With the top two buttons undone, the jersey's neck had slipped to the side, exposing her bare shoulder. Her golden hair big and wavy from their morning spent in bed, Oliver swallowed visibly, and Felicity's head cocked to the side. His mouth felt suddenly dry.

"Fuck," he muttered as he watched her saunter across the floor and over to the couch where he was sitting.

Without a word, Felicity's right leg rose to kneel beside his left; her left leg followed on the opposite side. She straddled his lap while her hands came to rest on his pecks. Oliver's hands unconsciously moved to her hips as he gazed at her with something akin to wonder. The smirk she wore slowly slipped into a contented grin, her hands starting to roam across his torso.

"So, I think I'm going to make this a tradition," Felicity finally spoke. The love she held for him shining brightly from her eyes. "I'll wear your jersey before every game, for good luck."

Eyes slipping closed in bliss, Oliver released a short moan while his face buried into the crook of her neck. His hands moved from her hips to her back, nearly spanning the length and width in order to pull her closer. Breathing deep her scent, Oliver prayed what ever remnants lingered on his jersey didn't distract him too much during the game tonight.

"Fond of that idea, are you?" Felicity teased.

"Very much so," Oliver breathed against her neck. His lips skimmed across her skin, causing goose bumps to erupt over her body.

Continuing up the column of her neck, Oliver's mouth collided with Felicity's in a deep languid kiss. They had known each other for a couple years now, but the relationship was still new, and they couldn't get enough of each other. Like any kiss they shared, their current one quickly grew in strength and passion. His arms tighten around her body, while hers wrapped around his neck – one hand carding through his hair, the other clawing at his back.

Pressing herself close, Felicity began rocking her hips against his. Oliver groaned loudly as he became aware of two things: 1.) she wasn't wearing anything under his jersey, and 2.) she was wet. Very wet. Spewing a string of curses mentally, Oliver felt himself respond to the wet heat pressed against him and wished they had more time to finish what they started.

Oliver pried his lips from Felicity's, yet she continued her assault along his jaw and neck.

"I'm going to be late," he panted.

"You're always late," she stated before nipping his ear lobe and giving a tug.

Groaning loudly, Oliver's hands gripped her hips once more, hoping to stop their delicious dance against his lap.

"Besides," Felicity continued once she released his ear, "I think I'm going to start a second tradition."

Accompanying her statement, Felicity's right hand grazed down Oliver's body and slipped into his pants. She grasped his length firmly, pumping her hand a few times for emphasis.

"Fuck!" spat Oliver, his head tipping back against the top of the couch.

"Exactly."

Making quick work of the fastenings on his pants, Felicity grabbed the fabric on either side and began pulling it down until his erection sprang free. Oliver hissed once he was exposed to the air, but the minor discomfort didn't last long. Felicity immediately sank down on to him, gripping him with her heat. Pausing at first to savor the feel and friction, they both began to move, chasing the pleasure both their bodies craved.

Felicity fell forward on to Oliver, but never stopped moving. Their arms banded around one another, refusing to let the other move anything more than their hips, panting and groaning into each other's neck. It wasn't long before Oliver felt the telltale trembling from his girlfriend that she was about to come. Doubling his effects, he attacked her neck with lips and teeth. Kissing her in the way that drove her wild.

With a sharp cry, Felicity flew off the edge. She tightened around him fiercely, and it only took a couple more strokes before Oliver was joining her. Both of their bodies sagged as they came down from their high, but neither broke the embrace. Once his heart rate calmed to normal speed, Oliver tightened his hold on his dozing girlfriend, lifting her easily as he stood and moved them into the bedroom.

Setting her down on the edge of the bed, he silently kneeled between her open thighs. He righted himself and fastened his pants before slowly unbuttoning the rest of his jersey that she still wore. Neither spoke as he completed the task, and once the shirt fell open, he quickly moved the garment from her body to his, leaving her gloriously naked. The jersey hung loose on Oliver as his left hand came to rest on her stomach and his right spread her legs wider. Gently pushing on Felicity's stomach until she lay back on his bed, he dove straight for her core. Still pearled from her recent orgasm, Oliver lapped and sucked on her clit until she writhed beneath him, grasping the unkempt bedspread for some type of purchase.

Reaching her second orgasm promptly, Felicity's toes curled at Oliver's shoulders and her back arched off the bed before she sunk into the soft depths of the comforter. Oliver stood up from his position on the floor, and buttoned his jersey as he stared smugly down at her. After stuffing the top half of his uniform into the bottom half, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and then proceeded to lean over her sedate form.

"Now, what exactly am I supposed to tell Coach Digg when I show up late to practice?"

"You lost track of the time?" Felicity shrugged with a dopey smile.

Oliver chuckled before leaning down for a quick kiss. "There is no way he'd ever believe that."

"That's only because you're a horrible liar." Felicity's hand rose to cup his cheek, her thumb sweeping across his cheekbone.

The couple stared into each other's eyes for a brief moment until Oliver broke their gaze to turn and kiss the center of Felicity's palm.

"I'll see you at the game tonight?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Felicity replied as Oliver stood back up and began to gather the rest of his gear.

Moving until she lay on her side atop the bed, Felicity watched him move about the room. "And I won't be alone tonight either," she continued after a beat.

Oliver looked her way with a raised brow.

"Caitlin is surprising Ronnie with a long weekend visit," she explained, "I'll be picking her up from the airport in a few hours."

"Ronnie will be thrilled," Oliver replied with a grin.

"And you are not to say anything to Ronnie," Felicity threatened with a pointed finger, "It's a surprise."

It was difficult to take her seriously in that moment as she continued to lie on his bed naked, so he simply gave her a goofy smile and acquiesced. "Cross my heart."

Leaning down, Oliver gave Felicity one last kiss. "I'll see you tonight," he spoke softly.

"Mmm," she hummed before landing a solid smack to his butt cheek. "Go get'em slugger," she teased.

Oliver smiled brightly before turning to head out the door.

"Oh, and one more thing," Felicity called before he could leave the room, "Don't torment my brother too much. It's his first game and he's nervous enough as it is."

Oliver pouted, "Fine, go and take all my fun away."

"Thank you!" Felicity sing-songed with a big grin.

His eyes softened as he gazed back at his girlfriend. "I love you," Oliver spoke just above a whisper.

"I love you, too," Felicity reciprocated just as quietly, "Now go on and get out of here before Dig calls you, and I get in trouble too."

With a wink, Oliver strolled out of the bedroom, finally heading off to his pre-game practice.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please leave a review if you enjoyed the story, I'd love to hear what you think. Until next time!

-RedPens&GreenArrows