The steady click-clacking of her key board was a comforting motivator as Felicity tracked a new lead from Detect-Captain Lance, she was just getting used to calling him Officer Lance and now he got a promotion, on a mafia family interested in taking over the spots vacated by the Triad and other crime organizations thanks to the Arrow. She was the only one in the Foundry, which didn't exactly bother her but it was taking some time to be fully comfortable in it alone after the Slade fiasco. Oliver and Roy were out patrolling and Diggle had taken a few more weeks off to help Lyla with baby Diggle until she was sleeping through the night. Things were still a little strange in Team Arrow, Oliver was reverting back to "first year off the island" Oliver since Sara's death but Roy was helping him keep some focus, Diggle had offered to come back immediately but Oliver had told him Lyla and the baby needed him more, and Felicity, well Felicity's personal life was a little crazed.

Diggle and Roy had noticed some residual tension between Oliver and Felicity. As Roy put it, they weren't as touchy feely anymore. Both Felicity and Oliver knew they had to draw a new line, but exactly where that line was meant to be was the problem. Oliver had admitted that there entire friendship had had the undertone of something more; he had just refused to acknowledge it at the time, but now that he had their entire relationship needed to be redefined. Felicity was struggling with separating her feelings from Oliver and being there for him in his time of need. On top of her situation with Oliver, Barry was awake and was interested in seeing her but their lives were both chaotic at the moment and Felicity wasn't sure if she could handle giving herself to someone only for them to say now wasn't the best time. Barry used to be her normal safe choice, but now he was a super powered hero who was facing dangerous enemies and he told her there was a risk in dating him if anyone ever found out he was The Flash; he was also very in love with Iris.

To add to her relationship woes, it had been two weeks since her office fun time with Ray and he had yet to make another move on her, not that she wanted a relationship with him per say. She just hated to admit that he was right; she went home that night and a majority of the other nights in the two week span sexually frustrated. She thought about the events in the meeting whenever Ray was around her, which was 5 days a week, from 8a.m to 5p.m., whenever an update from Applied Science crossed her desk, whenever she got ready for her lunch break, whenever someone would ask her how her job was working under Ray Palmer, and whenever she laid down in bed alone, her covers tossed aside revealing her naked body; clothes had become unbearable, especially when her fingers always found a way into her sex anyway.

Felicity kept her furious typing speed until the shrill ringing of her phone threw her out of her rhythm. Slightly annoyed, she glanced down at the glowing screen and bit her lip at the caller I.D. Sighing, she grabbed her head phones out of her purse and plugged one into her ear before plugging them into her phone and adjusting the volume. She made sure to silence her end of her communicator so Roy or Oliver wouldn't hear her conversation.

"Hello?" She answered with both excitement and anticipation.

"Hi." Ray Palmer's deep voice rang through the ear piece. His voice was all the cue her body needed; she could already feel her panties dampening like they had been every time he called her into his office.

"Why are you calling me?" She went back to typing in search parameters.

"What are you wearing?"

"What?" Felicity almost choked on her spit. She had never done kinky phone sex before.

"Want to know what I'm wearing?" She could easily pick out the mischievousness in his voice.

"Something tells me you're going to tell me any way." Felicity replied with a sassy eye roll, not that he could see it.

"Nothing."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing." He responded confidently. "I'm lying, all alone btw, in my big king sized bed with 2,000 thread count sheets, completely naked."

"That must be a very comfortable bed." 'And expensive.' Felicity thought.

"It is, and spacious enough to do many things." Felicity could imagine the cocky and seductive smile that must be resting on his lips. She heard rustling and wondered what he was doing on the other end.

"So then if you're very comfortable, and…naked, why are you calling me?" Felicity gulped at the thought of him naked. Would he look as glorious out of clothes as he did in them?

"Have you been thinking about me?" She couldn't quite pinpoint his tone.

"No."

"Liar. I see the way you stiffen whenever you see me coming. I also see the way your thigh tighten whenever I come to your desk to ask you for something."

"If you knew that then why did you ask?"

"Because I wanted to hear you admit it."

"Ugh." Felicity responded, mostly because she couldn't think of anything to say. She heard a groan and was immediately intrigued.

"What are you doing?"

"I've been thinking about you. Right now my cock is hard and getting harder."

"Are you doing what I think you're doing? Right now?" Felicity winced at the high pitch of her voice and checked around her, even though she knew everyone was out.

"When the mood hits, it hits. I wanted to hear your voice, instead of fantasizing what it will sound like."

"You've thought about my voice?"

"Hell yes. I've wondered what it would sound like when you say my name while I thrust inside you. What it will sound like, hoarse and used, the next morning." His voice was deep and scratchy. He groaned and Felicity squeezed her thighs against the onslaught of tingles. Excitement trickled up her spine as she listened to his groan; she could hear the rustling of his sheets.

"Does it turn you on, knowing that I'm stroking myself thinking about you, with you on the phone?"

Should she be honest? Should she tell him that it was a huge turn on?

"Yes, it turns me on."

"Good. I'm stroking myself slowly; I want to savor this. I'm squeezing lightly then a little harder as my hand travels up and down." His breathing became harsher and hitched. Felicity's mind short circuited and all she could do was listen to him.

"I've been masturbating a lot since our meeting, but God I know it doesn't feel as amazing as it will be when I sink inside you." She could hear a rhythmic thumping as he spoke. "Can you hear that?" Felicity nodded then remembered that he couldn't see her. She licked her lips and tried to produce sound twice before she could get the word out.

"Yes."

"That's what it will sound like, when our skin meets skin." He chuckled deeply and Felicity jumped at the arousing feelings that surged directly to her clit. He groaned again, long and deep, and Felicity could hear the thumping speeding up. Unconsciously, she started to clench her thighs to his rhythm, rocking her hips back and forth, losing herself to that ancient pulse every human being knew instinctively. His groans rang louder in her ear, gladly signaling his pleasure.

"Felicity." He grunted her name, and she wondered if his hips were rising off the bed. Every slapping sound coaxed more juices from her sex, her panties soaked and the functional cotton fabric felt as sexy as silk sliding over her hot skin. The cadence of his hand sounded like galloping horses; she knew he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Her hips sped up as his hands did and she began imagining what it would be like to feel his powerful hips pumping into her, his hands holding a bruising grip on her hips.

"You want this, baby? You like it?"

"Yes." She moaned, encouraging him on.

"Feli-!" The rhythm sped up again to a blinding pace and his voice cracked on the syllables of her name. She could hear his heavy breathing, could almost feel the racing speed of his chest as his lungs struggled to suck in air. After a few minutes she could hear his breathing return almost to normal, but her breath still came in soft pants. He moaned and she imaged him stretching out like a well satisfied cat after a long nap.

"Sounds like your hand felt good." He snorted lightly at her comment.

"Not as good as you'll feel." She gave a half giggle in response. "You know what's a real turn on?"

"What is?"

"Knowing that what's smeared all over my stomach will be spilling inside of you someday." Felicity gasped. Never had she known anyone so blunt about sex, or so confident that he stated as fact that he would have it with her. She should be alarmed that her boss was so blatantly trying to get in her pants, yet some part of her was twisted to feel so much anticipation.

"You should clean up." Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been the one moaning.

"I'll take the hint." He chuckled. "Goodnight, Miss Smoak." He whispered seductively, a dark promise underneath the words.

"Goodnight." She whispered back. Felicity ended her phone call and placed the headphones back in her purse. She heard the heavy door to the Foundry unlock and quickly placed her phone back on the table. Luckily the skirt she wore today was knee length or she was sure they would be able to see her arousal dribbling down her inner thighs. Felicity checked on the search protocol she'd run and was satisfied to know it was complete. She compiled the notes and sent the results to her tablet so she would be able to work with them at home or work. She began running her usual nightly updates and server scans so she could get ready to leave for the night.

"How did patrol go?" She asked when Oliver and Roy reached the bottom step. Oliver grunted something then walked over to the tennis ball cage and began throwing balls in to the air, only to peg them to the wall before they reached their second bounce.

"That bad huh?"

"No, that good," Roy replied. "There were no criminals out tonight in the usual places we searched. Oliver here was looking for a little more challenge to keep his mind off of things."

"Oh, well that is a good thing, even if a little inconvenient."

"Yeah, you ok? You look a little flushed?" Oliver turned back at Roy's question, inspecting her and raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just got a little into one of my searches and forgot to breathe for a little bit." She chuckled nervously. Oliver turned back to the tennis balls, apparently satisfied, but Roy shot her an inquisitive gaze. Before he could ask her more questions she said it was late and that she was going to head out. Both men nodded and she walked out of the Foundry and into the parking lot. She settled into her mini Cooper and drove home, giddy to try out the new material for her fantasies.