This chapter is NSFW. You're welcome.

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The rest of Felicity's day before the ceremony consisted of spa treatments attended by way too many people. Most of them were armed, which basically removed the whole "relaxation" vibe she usually got from being pampered. She was grateful when they finally released her and she could make her way back to Oliver that night. When she found him, he was sitting on a sofa wearing a t-shirt and lounge pants. A pile of oversized, weathered tomes were open on the table in front of him. The books chronicled the history of the League. There was a cot in the room, which she only noticed fleetingly, returning her gaze to her love.

Oliver brightened when he saw her.

"What's all that?"

"I'm supposed to study the history of the League."

Felicity dropped her coat and moved quickly to sit in his lap. "Isn't it ironic?"

Oliver sat back to accommodate her arrival. "That I washed out of four colleges and the League of Assassins now makes me study. Yes, it is."

He greeted her mouth with a hungry kiss and pressed a hand firmly against her thigh. After being surrounded by cold stone and lunatics all day, Felicity was grateful to feel his warmth surrounding her again. When their lips finally parted to find air, she smiled and dropped her cheek against his neck. "I love you, Oliver Queen."

"Love you." He kissed her hair and inhaled the results of her activities. "You don't smell like you."

"No? I hope I don't smell bad. God knows they scrubbed and rubbed and dipped me in every kind of perfume and oil you can think of. I feel like sexy veal." She slowly rolled her shoulders and shifted in his lap, eliciting a groan and a smile. Sexy veal.

"You still smell nice. Exotic. I'm just not used to it. I always liked the way your hair smelled in the Foundry when I would lean over your shoulder to look at your monitors. Didn't you notice, after patrols I would come over to see what you had on your screen? I usually did that to smell your hair.

"Yeah, Diggle completely busted me on it once and after that he would clear his throat whenever he noticed, just to mess with me." Oliver dropped his chin and started to nibble on her shoulder.

"I hope John is okay," Felicity said quietly.

"He's home. With Lyla and the baby. Safe, where he should be."

Felicity raised Oliver's chin with her delicate finger and capture his eyes. "I'm home too. With you. Wherever we are." Oliver managed a tiny smile and brushed his lips over hers. It morphed into a slow, lazy kiss that made her feel a little drunk. Her head lolled and her eyes trained on the new piece of furniture in the room.

"Oliver, what is that?" Oliver's eyes were still closed as he ran his tongue along her neck.

"If it's hard and you're sitting on it, I think you can guess," he chuckled.

"No, I know what that is. I meant that…the cot."

"Oh, right. That's for me. The Consort and the Demon's Head shall refrain from relations the night before the ceremony," he relayed the rule in a formal voice, like it had been stated to him.

"They can't be serious. Yesterday, they wanted us to sleep together and today we can't? Crazy people."

"Maybe if we're quiet," he offered, rubbing her knee with his thumb, setting her on fire.

"Oh, they'll know." Felicity remembered what Ra's said about gossip and was annoyed. Her day was not going to end the way she had hoped.

"I know. I thought I was done aching for you, too. So many nights I was desperate to touch you. But I couldn't so I would stomp off to take a shower." His hand ran down her exposed arm. Felicity couldn't stifle her giggle.

"Cold showers for me?"

Oliver caught her eye and twinkled. "Sometimes I took a hot one." Felicity grasped the connotation.

"Oh!" She smiled and grasped his arm, silently marveling at how just touching it raised her pulse.

"You are checking out my bicep right now," he chortled into her hair.

"Yup. You aren't the only one who…suppressed."

Oliver laughed. "Oh, really?"

Felicity gave him a look that was part embarrassment and part disbelief. "I could make a very long list of things I did to deal with my frustration."

"Now you have to tell me." Oliver nibbled on her ear. Slowly. Sucking lightly on her earlobe elicited a moan. "Tell me something you did. Scandalize me, Felicity Smoak." He moved to cup her breast outside her tank top.

Felicity grinned. She loved seeing Oliver like this, completely distracted from the weight of the situation outside these walls. The last thing she wanted was for him to lose himself in this terrible place. Touching him. Calling him by his real name. Loving him. These were the things that would keep him sane while the League attempted to mold him with their brutality.

"Scandalize you. Hmm. Well, there were a couple of nights. Salmon ladder nights. I told you I was staying to upgrade software."

"Yeah?"

"Well, after you left, I may have gone back to your bed and…finished what you started."

Oliver's eyes and mouth opened wide at the same time. Then he laughed suddenly, shaking them both.

"Oh my bed? I can't believe I missed that!" he cried out.

Felicity smirked and mocked protest. "Hey, I had to. Those Unico office chairs are great for lumbar support, but lousy for mastur—"

She didn't get to finish the word as Oliver's mouth crashed into hers, hungrily. How could a woman be so wanton and so adorable at the same time? His brain simply couldn't process it. His kiss dominated her completely, his lips kneading hers, his tongue sucking and tangling hers until she moaned and her hips shifted uncontrollably. She was breathless and blushing when he finally released her.

"How am I supposed to…how are we supposed to…refrain?" she gasped. Oliver bent down to plant kisses on her chest. Even through her tank top, her breasts enjoyed his attention.

"I have an idea about that." Suddenly, Oliver picked her up. Despite her weak protests, he walked her over to the large bed and put her down. He leaned in and rasped into her ear.

"I want to watch you. Show me what you did. On my bed."

He stepped back and took her in. She blinked a little more than usual, processing his request. Then, Felicity watched as he moved gracefully around the room, arranging the candles and torches until the space was transformed. Dramatic. Sensual. The sounds of their breathing filled the air. She removed her shoes and dropped them to the floor.

"Are you sure this is allowed within the interpretation of the rules, Oliver?"

"I don't consider this 'relations,' do you? It's more like research," he smiled. "Important, really. We may learn useful things. After all, you are consort to the…me."

Oliver walked toward the cot, putting distance between them. Felicity knelt on the red duvet facing him, her knees slightly parted. She felt his deep blue eyes caressing her. Her bottom lip instinctively slipped between her teeth.

"Do you need inspiration, Miss Smoak?"

That's when Oliver pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Felicity viewed his torso in the harsh golden light and covered her mouth with her hands to stifle a loud gasp. After a moment, she pulled her fingers away, revealing a delicious grin that spoke directly to his straining crotch.

"I've always excelled at other kinds of research, so..." She trailed off before peeling off her tank top and bra. Now it was Oliver's turn to react. He went to the cot and steadied himself to sit down. He took his eyes off her for a brief moment, but when he looked up, she was only clad in white satin panties.

"Damn." He had no more words. Just that one. Felicity adjusted her posture on the bed, widening her knees, making sure Oliver had a nice view. She remembered back to those nights in the Foundry when she was overcome with lust and desperate to feel his touch. How writhing on his sheets made her feel close to him. She fantasized that he might walk in one night, find her there and join her.

Felicity palmed her breasts first and then began rolling her hips, causing her body to warm. It was a tantalizing show, really. When Oliver looked like he was going to boil over, she concentrated on one nipple as she slid her other hand down touch herself through her underwear. Excessive moisture darkened the fabric at once and Oliver lost all of the air in his lungs. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to remain cool, but seeing his girl that turned on only a few yards away made his whole fucking body vibrate.

He watched as she pulled some pillows behind her back for support, and then she leaned back, knees parted. She wanted him to see everything she was doing. Research. Felicity plunged her fingers beneath her panties and delved into her wetness and soft skin with a moan. Oliver hardly breathed as he watched his love grinding hard against her own hand. She licked her lips between chants of his name. When Felicity stopped to peel off her soaked panties, he stood and tugged on the drawstring of his pants and maneuvered them around his erection so they would fall to the ground.

Felicity reclined again, but now her sex was glistening in the firelight. The sight of Oliver standing naked and perfect in front of her inspired her. Her fingers became needy and restless. Meanwhile, her hips rocked with tension. Nearby, Oliver was overwhelmed with excitement. The sight of her pale skin glowing as she writhed and said his name was something he would never forget. He paced the floor in front of the bed like a lion, moving, but never taking his eyes off Felicity. He could see her need increasing. Her orgasm was close and he didn't want to miss it. God, he loved her so much.

Staring at her lover while she pleasured herself was affecting Felicity deeply. The intimacy of it was overwhelming. Oliver had a look of lust on his face that she had not seen before. It made her feel sexy and wanted in a way that words could never express. She was also pleased that despite everything that was going on with Ra's and the League, Oliver was allowing himself to lose himself to pleasure. When she saw his hand slowly reaching down his abdomen to grasp his desperately rigid cock, she came apart, bucking hard against the bed. Her head fell back and she panted, feeling the effects reverberating through her body.

It took some time for Felicity's breathing to return to normal. Just as she was about to shift and look over for Oliver's reaction, his face was hovering over top of hers and he held his fingers up against his lips to signal silence. Felicity nodded.

"Good night, Felicity," he called out for the benefit of whomever was listening by the door. His eyes were dark with excitement. She felt him pressing against her entrance.

"'Night!" she responded in a loud voice. And then Oliver pressed his fingers to her lips and slid inside her. She gasped quietly and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. As he began moving, she sucked his fingers into her mouth and massaged them with her tongue. Oliver's lust increased exponentially at that moment. She constantly surprised him. They had hardly been together a couple of days and she had blown his mind multiple times.

"I love you," he whispered quietly into her ear as he moved inside her. "I love breaking rules with you." He pulled his fingers from between her teeth and replaced them with his lips. She responded to his kiss and opened her legs further so he could get a better angle. He took the opportunity and began to thrust harder and faster. Felicity was burning up and grabbed whatever muscle she could to encourage him. Arms. Thighs. Ass. They were all hard and strong and now they were hers for the touching. A few minutes later, he came with a muffled groan, letting go of everything and collapsing on top of her.

When he finally turned his head to face her, Felicity mouthed the word "Research" with a decadent grin.

Oliver smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his eyes lazy and happy.

Then she whispered quietly, assaulting his ear with hot breaths.

"Do you want to hear about what I did with your leather pants once?"

Oliver Queen buried his face hard against a pillow and roared.