Warm sunlight streamed in through the open curtains and Felicity reminded herself she needed to close her blinds at night and snuggled deeper into the warmth wrapped around her. But the sun rose away from her window. Waking suddenly, Felicity looked around and saw she was not in her messy but well-lived in townhouse. She looked at the sparse walls, devoid of pictures, then down at the trail of clothing leading up to the giant bed she found herself in. Her eyes landed on an expanse of red silk, a bold symbol in the otherwise white Spartan room, a reminder of the night before. As the details of last night snuck in, Felicity blushed and turned to the warmth she had snuggled into. Dark brown almost black hair lay haphazardly over navy blue pillows. Oh. Dear. God. She'd slept with her boss. Felicity's mind ran a thousand miles an hour in panic.
"It's too early for a panic session." A gruff voice rang out from under the ridiculously soft gray cotton sheets. Ray popped his sleepy head from the pillow and caressed her with a slow devilish look that screamed morning sex. He tightened his arm around her waist and ran a hand up her back producing tiny shivers. Felicity snuggled back into him and closed her eyes, breathing in his sandalwood scent and let sleep claim her once again.
The next time she woke was to talented fingers playing in her hair. When she opened her eyes she met a wide expanse of muscle sprinkled lightly with brown chest hair. Felicity looked up and blushed at the mischievous twinkle in his expressive amber eyes. He smiled and Felicity smiled back.
"You know, I was planning on doing that much softer." He whispered hoarsely. He cleared his throat in order to restore his voice.
"Are you regretting it?" Felicity nervously bit her lip.
"Hell no! Just means we get to do it again." Ray gave her a solicitous wink and pulled her closer to his warm body, fingers skimming the naked skin of her lower back.
"Also, when I bought this bed and these sheets I had one thought," He paused for dramatic effect. "I thought 'this bed is great, but it would be perfect with Felicity Smoak in it." Felicity chuckled at his fibbed admission. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. Ray shifted under the covers and pulled on of her legs over his hips.
"Did you bring your phone into bed, or are you just happy to see me?" Felicity joked coyly. She'd always wanted to say that but never thought this would be the situation where the words would tumble out of her mouth.
"I am definitely happy to see you. Let me show you how happy I am." He pressed his manhood into her clit and swirled his hips. Felicity moaned and spread her legs wider, positioning him at her entrance. Ray reached over and grabbed another condom out of his bedside drawer and quickly put it on. He readjusted them and slowly sheathed himself into her waiting cavern. Felicity whimpered joyously as he stretched her around him. Ray pulled her leg to rest higher on his hip and pulled her closer; they were practically chest to chest. He took one deep stroke to coat his entire manhood then rocked slowly in and out. Felicity began to pant deeply with every thrust. She rocked her hips to his rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. Part of her wanted to speed up, but she loved the intimate pace he set. Ray slipped one hand under her and rested it sprawled across her back while the other squeezed her butt and helped rock her. He kissed her, his tongue making a slow perusal around her mouth and brushing the sensitive roof. He was in no hurry as he probed her with his cock and tongue, determined to learn every crevice of her body and connote it to memory. Felicity broke their kiss to moan when he stroked up, hitting what must have been that elusive G-spot all the magazines talked about. He stroked it again and groaned when her body subconsciously tightened. It was the slowest climb to orgasm she'd ever experience but it was incredible how in tune with him she felt. They looked each other in the eye as they made love, only breaking contact when the pleasure became too much. She ran her hands up his strong arms and wrapped them around his neck, squishing her breasts against him. Ray loved the odd feel of her nipples brushing against his chest hair and chest. He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then her cheek, then finally her lips.
They both felt her body tensing up and her toes curled into his thigh. God, Ray would never get tired of feeling her body close to orgasm. Then 'Over You' sounded from her phone and they both sighed with frustration. Her eyes pleaded with him to keep going but he halted.
"You should check it; it's been ringing since 6 a.m." He gave her an apologetic smile. Felicity huffed and detangled herself from him and the warm covers. Running over to her clutch as quickly as her well fucked legs would allow, she fumbled for the phone, answered it, and hopped back into the warm bed and away from the chill of the room. Ray sat up and pulled her onto his lap. He waited for her to speak before he pulled her down slowly onto his waiting cock. Felicity almost dropped the phone but fought through the haze of her mind to make sense of the other person on the phone.
"Felicity!" Oliver shouted. That made her pay attention.
"Sorry, yes?" She answered brightly but internally grumbled. Oliver was messing up her sexy time so it'd better be good. Noticing her shifted attention, Ray trailed kisses down her neck and to her breast, suckling on one then the other.
"I asked if you'd checked the tabloids yet." Seriously, he'd called her for that when he knew she would see them soon enough.
"No I haven't checked them yet; I don't have my tablet on me and I just woke up." Ray thrust deep, encasing his entire shaft within her. Felicity gasped and glared down at him but he laughed at the lust filled glare.
"Felicity are you ok? How do you not have you're tablet; it's almost permanently attached to your hand. What do you mean you just woke up? It's 8 a.m. you're normally fully functional by 6."
'Yeah well if you had the fuck I did last night you wouldn't be functioning either.' She wanted to say but held her tongue. With her luck, she would have actually said it out loud. Ray sped up a little, giving her two quick thrusts before slowing back down. Felicity clenched her toes and threw her head back almost dropping the phone. Ray licked up from her breast to her earlobe, circling his tongue on the taunt skin behind her ear. Her inner walls clenched at the sound of his elevated breathing and Ray groaned in her ear.
"I decided to sleep in a little, no big deal." She inwardly cursed the quiver in her voice. If Oliver noticed he didn't say.
"When are you coming in?" He sounded a little pissed off but that wasn't exactly a new tone of voice for Oliver.
"I should be there in an hour or two." She replied.
"Oh no you won't." Ray whispered in her ear. "You won't be walking for a while after this, and I'll tell everyone you put in for a two week vacation." Ray smirked and picked her up until only his tip was left in her.
"Shush!" She moved the phone from her ear. Ray grinned at her and held her suspended over him.
"Alright but check your tablet before you come in; there's something we need to discuss." Right when Felicity opened her mouth to respond, Ray slammed her down on him, thrusting his hips up to meet her. Their pelvic bones clashed and hit her clit perfectly and Felicity screamed in pleasure. Ray increased his speed and thrust into her again and again producing those glorious slapping sounds from last night. Felicity's breasts bounced up and down unrestrained and her hair cascaded out behind her.
"Felicity what are you doing?" Oliver practically shouted over the phone; it took her a good many tries to form the words and she was sure Oliver could hear her pants over the phone.
"Riding, I mean running! I'm running. On the treadmill." She panted, riding Ray with abandon. He chuckled at her slip of words and continued surging into her. He kissed her neck and pulled her close to him. He used the hand on her back to help control her and used the hand on her hips to propel her on. The hand on her back entangled itself in her wild curls.
"I thought you said you just woke up?" 'Oh crap!' The one time she needed Oliver to be the dumb playboy and he wants to play the World's Greatest Detective.
"By just woke up I meant I woke up, threw some workout clothes on and went to the gym. I can't talk right now or I am going to fall off this thing. See you in an hour, bye!" She shouted then tossed her cell phone on the bed hoping she ended the call before he heard her scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Ray followed with a shout and continued to work her body over his. Felicity grabbed onto his shoulders for stability and leaned her head on him, chest panting. Ray enveloped her in his arms. He kissed her hair and leaned his head back onto the headboard. Quick pants filled the room. Felicity struggled through the haze to lift her head; all of her muscles felt like she was trying to run through molasses. As soon as she made eye contact with Ray's languid gaze they burst out laughing. Ray moaned as her laughter made her vibrate on his sensitive manhood. She pushed his hair out of his eyes. Ray ran his hand through her hair and rested his hand at the base of her neck. He leaned in and kissed her deeply with practiced ease.
"You are beautiful." He murmured and kissed her again. Felicity blushed, then climbed off of him and grabbed the robe off the back of his bathroom door.
"I have an extra change of clothes in my car, do you mind getting the bag for me?" Ray raised his eyebrow.
"You knew I was taking you home last night?"
"Don't let your ego go to your head or you won't be able to get through the door. I always have a change of clothes for events like last night…I mean for company events where I need to make an appearance. Never know what can happen, and seeing as someone ripped my dress last night, I was justified." Felicity tossed over her shoulder.
"Your ability to prepare for anything is what makes you such a fantastic EA. You do know California's in a drought, you sure you don't want me to take a shower with you, conserve water, save the whales and all," He propositioned. "Besides I'm very good with my hands, but you already know that don't you." Felicity's body heated up at his statement. Usually she didn't go for self-absorbed jock type, but Ray Palmer wore cocky almost arrogant confidence very well.
"If you showered with me, I wouldn't get very clean and we wouldn't save very much water." She turned to go into the bathroom.
"Felicity," He called. Felicity felt herself drool as she looked at the man whose bed she just crawled out of. He leaned against the headboard with sheets hanging low, barely covering his hips and manhood. He arms rested crossed against his chest and his messy hair and arrogant grin gave him the impression of man with everything right in his world and not a care about the world outside his own. Felicity's body said to forget showing up at the Foundry and to crawl right back in bed. But she knew she couldn't.
"You wear morning after very well." His heated gaze traveled from her toes up her body, stopping on every love bite and the slightly red imprint from his hands gripping her waist, with pride. Felicity blushed and shut the bathroom door.
After her shower, Felicity opened the bag Ray had set on the toilet cover. She had to practically scream to keep him from entering the shower for another round. Ray had laughed and walked out the door telling her he'd be down stairs. She looked in the mirror at all of the bruises he'd left on her and was happy that it was close enough to fall that she could get away with pretty scarves and long sleeved dresses and sweaters. Her favorite bruise, as if it wasn't weird to call it that, was the one she had glanced at while looking in the medicine cabinet. Ray had left a purple bruise in the shape of his teeth when he bit down on her shoulder during his orgasm. Felicity thanked her lucky stars that she packed a crew neck sweatshirt that covered the worst of her marks; the others on her neck could easily be covered with her concealer. She felt a little giddy that Ray was considerate enough to keep the marking under her usual dress neckline. She threw on her jeans and ballet flats then applied concealer and foundation, deciding to skip the other forms of makeup for the day. She combed her wet hair into a stylish topknot to prevent her drying hair from becoming a frizzy lion's mane then gathered her clothes and purse from the bedroom. Once she made the bed, she walked down stairs to the smell of a fresh pot of coffee.
Ray's brows furled as he studied some article in the newspaper. He looked up when he heard her footsteps down the stairs and grabbed the mug he'd poured for her. He handed her the mug and the newspaper and watched for her reaction. The bold title grabbed her attention: 'Has New Queen Consolidated CEO and Philanthropist, Ray Palmer, Met His Match?' Felicity gazed at the picture of her smiling and laughing while Ray leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She would bet the picture was taken when he'd asked her back to his place. Felicity looked up and gasped at the concerned look on his face.
"It's nothing, just a little curiosity because Starling doesn't know much about you. I bet they'll move on to another topic tomorrow." Felicity rolled the newspaper up and took a sip from her coffee; a dash of cream and two sugars, just the way she liked it.
"I could issue a statement, or have everyone at QC sign confidentiality agreements." He suggested.
"No! That's exactly the kind of thing that would make this headline stick. If we ignore it, it should go away quickly."
"But you know what everyone will say if it gains momentum."
"I know, but I've handled the looks and snide comments for this long. What's another week or two?" She shrugged but Ray could tell it was hurting her. She put on a brave front, but the tears in her eyes didn't fool him. "I need to get going." He nodded and walked her to the door. Before he opened the door he pulled her close and kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips mixed with the coffee flavor. He opened the door and rested a shoulder on the frame, watching her walk to her car.
"You know the next time we do this, which will be soon, very soon, I'm making you breakfast."
"You're so certain there will be a next time." She shouted back playfully.
"I've been right so far haven't I?" He smiled at her. She nodded and opened her car door. "And the next time we turn your phone off; no more interruptions." He called out. His eyes followed her as she waved then drove down the road, disappearing to whoever had called her this morning.
"What in the world are you thinking?" Oliver growled out like some jungle cat. Felicity rolled her eyes but Roy and Diggle watched them, waiting for the fireworks they knew were coming.
"I was thinking that I would go to an event with my boss and I just happened to be laughing when someone snapped the picture. Wait, I don't have to explain myself to you!"
"You don't? Because last time I checked you worked at Queen Consolidated, emphasis on the Queen." Oliver shouted.
"Which a Queen no longer owns out right and only holds a slight amount of stock in." Felicity shouted back. Then snapped her mouth shut, harsh but true.
"You're right. But you don't want to entangle yourself in something that could ruin you."
"If anything ruined me Oliver, it was you promoting me, or rather demoting me, to your EA. That's how the rumors started. Before that I was happy IT girl from a prestigious university with a bright future ahead of her. Now I'm 'the little blonde skank on my knees giving blow jobs to the CEO in the executive bathroom for a raise and everyone's wondered if Oliver would share once he was done!'" Oliver winced at her crude language; he'd hoped she hadn't heard that particular rumor. Roy practically choked on the water he was unfortunately drinking and Diggle slammed his forehead into his palm and really wished he hadn't had the visual. Silence filled the room and Felicity marched over to her beloved computer station and started typing furiously.
"Felicity, I'm sorry. I didn't—"
"No you didn't, but you did it anyway didn't you?" She sighed and let go of the rage boiling inside her since Oliver gave her the title of EA. "You're right. I need to be more careful. Message received loud and clear." She focused on her computers and didn't say another word. Oliver looked miserable when he grabbed his bow and headed out the Foundry. Roy didn't know whether to laugh or look concerned as he followed out, but she nodded that she was ok. Then it was just her and Diggle in the Foundry. After a while the silence became deafening and she had to speak.
"Go ahead, say whatever you want to say before you pop a vein or rip the seams of your shirt with your enormous biceps." Diggle chuckled and Felicity felt a weight fall from her shoulder. She turned away from her computers to look at him. "Aren't you going to criticize me too?"
Diggle shook his head. "Roy filled me in already. Felicity you are a grown woman. Do I agree with the choice you're making, not really, but am I going to condemn you for making it, not at all. I've watched you pine for Oliver since the first day I met you and it was painfully obvious how you looked at him as if the sun rose and shone out of his ass. I want you to be happy. If Palmer makes you happy then go for it, but just make sure you understand the consequences to your career, and your heart." Felicity nodded. Her phone rang and "Let's be Friends" interrupted their heart to heart. Felicity dove for her phone and answered quickly, ignoring Diggle's raised eyebrow and amused look.
"Hi, Roy." She answered.
"So did you get some?"
"Bye Roy." She hung up.
She looked up at Diggle and he just shook his head.
"I can't wait to find out what my ringtone is." They both laughed.