Their mouths clashed together in a frenzy of heat and impatience. Buttons came undone in seconds; any longer and they would have ended up sprawled across the bathroom. He had to resist his every instinct to graze his fingers through her hair lest someone find out what they were doing. He hauled her up on his hips, gripping her thighs in a merciless grip she had come to crave. He hiked her skirt up and almost groaned at the exotic feel of her stockings on his fingertips. He pressed himself closer to her wait heat and she purred at the neared contact. Suddenly his phone rang out, breaking through the lust filled miasma around them and bringing their minds back to their current situation. Ray groaned and let her slide down his body until her slightly shaking heels touched the ground. While he answered the phone, Felicity busied herself checking the mirror behind him to make sure she was presentable. Thank goodness for expensive lipsticks that actually stayed put like they were advertised to do; she silently patted herself on the back for the 8 different shades she, acting as Oliver's personal shopper for the holiday season, had bought her as her Hanukah presents. Ray nodded to her and she walked out of the executive bathroom and back to her desk. 10 minutes and a phone call later, Ray walked up to her desk.
"The universe is working against me." He groaned as he leaned against the sleek combination of metal and glass.
"How unfortunate Mr. Palmer." Felicity tried not to smile at her sarcastic tone, but one look at the 180 pounds of fine disgruntled male specimen before her and she was giggling like a hyena. It had been two weeks since they'd slept together, a very hectic two weeks. With the new reveal of the QC field x-ray 200, Queen Consolidated had been a flurry of activity. Between all the reporters calling wanting private interviews with Ray Palmer, especially a very persistent Ms. Lois Lane who Felicity fought the urge to hang up on every time she called, every hour on the hour, which was a surprise because technological advancements were not Lane's usual subject, and the firewall attacks from other companies attempting to syphon information on the device from QC's servers, Felicity and Ray had not had much time for their extracurricular activity and Ray was starting to get antsy. Felicity personally enjoyed his growing agitation but she could admit that her agitation was not so enjoyable. Amazing to think she'd gone so long without any sexual contact and all of a sudden Ray gives her one, or does the night of the gala and the morning after count as two, spectacular roll in the hay and she is panting like a lioness in heat. Oliver had noticed her mood and wisely steered clear of her; they had yet to talk about their little spat but they could never find the right time when one of them wasn't on the brink of snapping. Roy kept giving her these stupid knowing smiles and had even smugly suggested she try "riding, I mean running on the treadmill to burn off the extra steam"; it took all of her built up patience to resist flinging her tablet at his perfectly chiseled face.
"Oh come on! How are you not exploding from the tension?" He asked in exasperated curiosity.
"Simple, I relieve the pressure on the valve." She continued typing without even batting an eyelash.
"What?" He looked honestly dumb-founded. "You mean you get yourself off?"
Felicity continued typing until she'd finished the sentence. She looked up and narrowed her eyes while coyly adjusting her glasses.
"We've already been over that topic, Mr. Palmer." She threw him a little look and continued typing. Ray's mouth dropped open; it was one thing for him to think about her masturbating, but it was another thing for her to actually admit to it. Heat flooded straight to his pants and he had to adjust them before he pressed to tightly against the inseam.
"Now that I want to see." He lowered his voice. She wondered if all men were born with the knowledge that lowers timbre voices sent panties dropping to the floor like an anchor. Ray grinned as she readjusted herself in her chair.
"Maybe I'll give you a little show." She whispered back in the same sultry voice she'd moaned his name the night of the gala. By the soft gasp she elicited, he could guess she'd seen in his eyes that he wanted to take her right on the office floor. Her desk phone rang, breaking up the sexual tension again. Felicity quickly answered and her smile fell to an annoyed grimace.
"Ms. Lane, Mr. Palmer will be issuing a statement shortly which should answer all of your questions. If you have questions that are not answered in the official release then please feel free to call back and I would be happy to set up a meeting. Have a good day." Ray could hear the silent but strong word Felicity added on to the end of her sentence to express her irritation at the reporter. Ray shook his head then leaned on the desk.
"You look like you could use a little break, work off some of that pent up frustration." He raised his eyebrow in proposition.
"I would love that, but you have a meeting in…now." Felicity grabbed the files off her desk and walked towards the conference room, deliberately adding an extra swing to her hips that had Ray thanking whoever created her for the swell of her curves. Another hour of updates later and Ray was pretty sure Felicity was the devil incarnate. She'd toyed with this damn red pen the entire meeting, sucking on the tip pretending to think, running her tongue over the end, running it down her chest and over the sweet swell of her breasts before accidently dropping it in her chair and spreading her legs to find it, skirt riding up to enthusiastically show the lace of her garter. He couldn't have been harder if she'd stripped down in front of him. Now he was in his office and she was at her desk still sucking on that infuriating pen. He stood up and stomped over to her like a man on a mission. She looked up with innocent eyes but that smile on her face called her out as the little she-devil she was. She stood up to say something but he pushed her against the wall before she could get a sound out. His lips attacked her throat in fury, careful to avoid the skin her red blouse exposed; if Roy could ever see the color red without getting rock hard in an instant, he'd be surprised. He rolled her skirt to her waist and hiked her leg up. He quickly undid his zipper and pushed her panties to the side. Sliding his member up and down her slit for even coating, he slid into her. Black spots danced behind her lids as he thrust in and out. He pulled her other leg up and penetrated deeper, his hips like a piston never losing rhythm as he readjusted his stroke. Felicity tangled her hands through his hair and moaned as he continued to hoist her up and down on his pole. Adonai it was the hottest thing she'd ever experienced, to think someone usually so in control of his actions and those around him had wanted her so badly he didn't care if someone walked in. Oh Adonai what if someone walked in?! Felicity's thought process ceased when he tweaked her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. He moved his hand around her back to easily support her and continued to tweak her pebbled nipples. One, two, three more thrusts and she came around him. One, two, three more thrusts and he had to pull out, tucked himself away and ran into the executive bathroom. Felicity sat in her chair, star struck, legs shaking, and laughing. A few minutes later Ray came back, hair somewhat fixed and heavy breathed. He shook his head at her and laughed.
"I'm going to need to learn to control myself around you." He sighed and rested his hands on his hips. Felicity shrugged and he fought another fit of laughter. He went back to his office and tried to work but after reading the same page 4 times he figured it was useless. He strode over to her desk again.
"From now on should I just stand against the wall and lift my leg when you start walking to my desk very determined?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
"That would probably save me a lot of time." He grinned. Felicity's personal phone rang and she knew immediately by 'Holding out for a Hero' who was calling. She flashed an apologetic smile and scurried to the bathroom. Ray stood puzzled but then walked back to his desk to hopefully get something done now that his main distraction was out of sight.
"Yes?" Felicity tried to keep the worry out of her voice.
"I'm sorry." She heard a rough mixture of the Arrow and Oliver.
"Who exactly am I talking to?"
"Oliver."
"Ok. What exactly are you apologizing for, Oliver?" She sat up on the bathroom counter, dangling her legs off the edge. Oliver sighed on the other line.
"I am apologizing for insinuating that you were carelessly involved with your boss." Felicity bit her tongue against the word vomit that wanted to come spewing out. Considering what she'd done in the office earlier, he wasn't too far off.
"Insinuating, that's a big word for you playboy." She tried to lighten the mood. She heard Oliver's half chuckle half heavy breathing and smiled.
"Are you coming down to the Foundry tonight? I was thinking I could make it up to you with mint chocolate chip ice cream?"
"Hmm you're bribery is getting better."
"Well it had to; you drive a much harder bargain than my sophomore algebra teacher. Two concert tickets and I move on with a "D", for you, however, I have to pull out the ice cream, "I'm sorry', and a very sad and contrite puppy dog face." He joked.
"I'm worth it." She joked back.
"Yeah, you are." They ended the call and Felicity felt a little better.
When she arrived at the Foundry, Felicity was greeted with a wonderful pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream strategically placed away from her computers just like she'd taught her boys. Any food or drink by a computer equaled one very unhappy IT specialist. Felicity settled near Oliver's arrow manufacturing station and dug in to the delicious treat. The Foundry door opened and Oliver's and Laurel's shoes clanked off the metal stairs. Laurel gave Felicity a small smile, a pretty big accomplishment seeing as she and Laurel had yet to really work out their role as mutual friends. Felicity smiled back and went back to enjoying the cool mint and the melting chocolate.
"So has Nyssa said anything more?" Laurel stood somewhat awkwardly. She didn't have an official station yet as she was not officially a part of Team Arrow. Felicity gestured over to Roy's area and Laurel gratefully took a seat. Oliver shook his head and began stripping down for a workout. Good Lord he was beautiful, but strangely she admired Oliver's extremely toned body from that of a woman admiring a man, not a woman admiring a potential mate as Felicity could see a little in Laurel's eyes. Maybe Ray Palmer was doing her some good. Felicity licked her spoon but missed the way Oliver's throat tightened. She went for another spoonful and Oliver shook himself out of his day dream. He walked over to the mat and began focusing his mind. Laurel seemed to snap herself out of a trance and gestured to the Salmon Ladder.
"When are you going to train me on that thing?"
Oliver stopped his pre workout meditation and smirked.
"When you can do one regular pull up without jumping up to the bar, maybe I'll let you try it."
"I think I'm more capable than you think I am." Laurel gave him a witty smirk with some hidden meaning she wasn't aware of.
"I know very well how capable you are Laurel." His smirk turned into a full on smile. Felicity felt like a voyeur for some reason, as if this was a secret exchange about more than just the Salmon Ladder that she shouldn't be privy to. She decided to break her own rule and set her ice cream as far away from her computers as she could, but still in reach for a quick scoop. Felicity stared at her computers with complete devotion, trying to ignore whatever Laurel and Oliver were saying. Her phone vibrated and she checked the message from Ray Palmer.
'Dinner tomorrow night?' Felicity stared at the message for what felt like an hour but was really only a few minutes. She bit her lip, typed her response, and mentally drank a shot of tequila for liquid courage.
'Is that an executive dinner proposal… or a dinner date proposal?' Immediately Felicity regretted sending the text. 'Stupid!' She thought, for making something out of nothing. Her panic grew as more time passed between her response and Felicity mentally ran through her head all the companies outside of Starling City that would love to higher her. She could fudge her resume a little to make it seem like she'd never left IT. Then her phone vibrated and Felicity almost had a heart attack. Laurel, who Felicity was surprised to see was still there, gave her a questioning brow raise but she shook her head. Laurel went back to whatever case she was working on and the steady clang of metal bar told her Oliver hadn't noticed her startled moment. Felicity drank another mental shot of tequila, counted to 20, prepared to apply to Wayne Corp, and opened her phone.
'Yes; it's a dinner date proposal. Stop thinking too hard, and just say yes.' Felicity was ashamed to admit that a sickeningly bright smile took over her face. She couldn't close her lips if she wanted to. A dinner date, with her boss should make her feel sick, but for some odd reason she wasn't running for the hills yet.
'Yes.' She replied, contemplating if adding a smiley face would be too enthusiastic or desperate. She decided not to add a smiley and hoped she didn't seem too cold or unaffected. A dinner date tomorrow night, with her boss. She would worry about the consequences of becoming that woman her mind was screaming out later, for now, she would enjoy the anticipation.