So, this is a completely NSFW chapter. Hide the kiddies. Grab a glass of wine. Enjoy yourself. You deserve it. Once again, thank you so much for reading.
This chapter is really a continuation of the last one...
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"How much time do we have left?" she panted.
"Ten minutes, maybe," he reached out for her with a grin.
"Oh, that won't be enough time," Felicity grinned.
"I can do a lot in ten minutes," he countered, lasciviously. He threw his robe to the floor and moved toward her with straining hands. Felicity backed away.
"I have no doubt about that," she smiled, happy to be getting past the intensity of the day. "But once you see what's going on under here," she used her hands to present herself like she was a prize on a gameshow, "it will definitely not be enough time."
Oliver's eyes scanned her form, tantalized. His manhood was straining against his breeches now.
"No! That's not fair! You have to show me!"
"Believe me. You are going to lose your mind." Felicity was feeling pretty excited at this point. Tightness tugged at her abdomen. Heat and moisture collected in the right places. Teasing Oliver was so much fun.
"Ah," he cried. "Don't do this to me. Please? I shouldn't have to beg, should I?"
"Oh, I think begging might be a good plan, at this point," she threw him an evil smile as she continued to back up across the room.
"No. Now lose the robe and show me. I will..just…look. I promise." he pleaded, giving her a million dollar Oliver Queen smile and a naughty Boy Scout oath.
Felicity signaled "I'm looking at you" with two fingers. Then she grinned and loosened the sash on her robe. As her garment fell to the ground, so did any resolve Oliver Queen might have had in terms of keeping the promise he made five whole seconds earlier.
She stood in front of him gloriously naked, covered in beautiful patterns, a collection of elegant flowers dangling between her breasts. Her golden hair glowed in the fire light. He was mesmerized.
"Breathe, Oliver," she finally said in her loud voice. It was a good thing too, because he may have forgotten how for a brief time. He inhaled deeply and chuckled. Playboy Oliver Queen was long since dead, but even in his most hedonistic adventures, he never imagined anything like this. Like her.
Felicity wore a triumphant smile now. She hadn't seen Oliver speechless in this way before and she appreciated the reaction. But then he was moving, not around the furniture but over it, through it, until he reached her, actually panting. The look of lust on his face was intense and just a touch scary. He studied her, something primal in his eyes. His hands raked through his hair and he licked his lips.
When he grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the light Felicity exclaimed, "Touching!"
"I want to see you all of you. I need…" He stopped moving them when she was illuminated brightly by the closest torch. He twirled his finger around, indicating he wanted her to do a spin. He wanted to see all of her. She bit her bottom lip and did a desperately slow turn, making sure he got a good look at the canvas. When she stopped in front of him, his fingers gently, reverently, ran over her skin, eliciting gooseflesh wherever his attentions were at that moment. "So beautiful."
"Mmm," she moaned. "Still touching."
His index finger slid down her throat and continued between her breasts until it reached the bottom of the orchid necklace that hung there. He lifted it up the buds to admire them.
"Nice flowers," he murmured, as he dropped them. He buried his nose and mouth against her neck, smelling the heady fragrance of orchids and her arousal. She rolled her shoulders and offered her breasts. Everything he did, every look he gave her was generating heat. Oliver pressed his mouth to cover her nipple.
"Malcolm Merlyn gave them to me. Is that okay?" she panted. Oliver stopped and looked at her.
A knock at the door interrupted the moment. A voice from the other side stated, "Al-Saheem, your presence is required in the dining hall by Ra's Al Ghul."
Oliver ignored the voice.
"He didn't actually put them on you, right?" he asked, an eyebrow approaching his hairline. Felicity shook her head, laughed and attacked his lips with hers. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and moaned until he started moaning too. Her fingers explored his arm and shoulder muscles as they tensed with excitement. Oliver unbuttoned his trousers. He slid his hands around her soft waist, eventually grabbing her backside and pulling her flush against him.
There was another knock at the door to be ignored.
"Baby, was that a fern I saw on your butt?" he panted as he rubbed his hardness between her wet thighs. Behind her, his fingers touched the area he referred to, playfully. She kicked off her shoes.
Felicity groaned. "Special pictures. They drew meaningful things. I wanted our fern. Oh, Oliver."
His cock was providing friction now and she wanted more. So much more. She reached down between them and rubbed the spot that was most needful.
"What else? Are there other…special pictures?" he growled.
Felicity bit her lip. "Mmm hmm. There's a bow."
"What kind?" he asked before running his teeth softly over her breast.
"What?" she asked, a languid drawl to the question.
"Recurve or compound," he panted.
"It's just a bow, you gorgeous..." She looked down at his eyelashes as he rubbed his cheek against her breasts. How could they be so pretty.
"I didn't see it." He picked her up, supporting her thighs and pressed her against the wall. In a seamless move, he slid inside her and pushed her hands above her head. She let out a yelp, followed by a chuckle of relief. He licked and nibbled her jaw while he waited for her to become accustomed to him.
She panted, arching her back and offering her neck. "Some of them you have to work for." Felicity ground her hips against him, signaling her readiness to move things along.
Oliver slid out. "Felicity." In. "Felicity." Out again. "Felicity."
He was going so slow and she wanted him so fast right now.
"Let me touch you," she whined. Oliver let go of her hands. They dropped to grab his face and pull him to her mouth. She offered the tip of her tongue and he met it with a delicate touch before going in for a penetrating kiss that made her eyes roll back in her head.
"Harder. Please. Harder." She ran her fingers through his hair and he picked up his pace. She cried out his name, which inspired him to put his back into it.
There was another knock at the door. This time, more aggressive.
In the corridor, Malcolm Merlyn paced and waited for a response. He could hear them on the other side, but he had his orders. He finally spoke loudly enough to be heard in between grunts and moans on the other side. "You two. I'm sorry, but Ra's is getting impatient. He isn't the kind of man you – "
Oliver pulled away from Felicity's swollen lips. "Merlyn," he shouted in his deepest growl, "if you don't go away now, I am going to fucking kill you. Then I'm going to throw you in the Lazarus Pit just so I can fucking kill you again."
Malcolm shook his head with an understanding grin. He wiped the sweat from his nervous brow and skulked back down the hallway, anticipating the wrath of Ra's Al Ghul.
Back in the chamber, Felicity was screaming Oliver's name through an orgasm unlike any she could recall. To be honest, it was hearing her lover deploy his Arrow voice that did it. Damn it was sexy. Oliver couldn't hold on any longer after her reaction. He emptied himself into her with a desperate groan. They shuddered together for a few minutes. Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close as their hearts pounded together.
"My body is your home," she panted.
"My breath is your breath," he murmured in her ear. Oliver encouraged her to relax her legs to stand, but before they settled to the ground he picked her up and carried her to a soft chaise. He sat down and felt her curl into him, sitting across his lap. Together they watched the flickering torches in the room and enjoyed the moment together.
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Oliver dressed first. Then he wrapped Felicity back up in her red robe and cinched her waist tightly with the sash. No other man was getting a glimpse of his painted lady. He combed his fingers through her hair to put it back in place. She kissed his free hand and pulled him towards the door. Oliver smiled one last carefree smile before heading to join Ra's and the rest at the dinner gathering.
"I said it last night. I love breaking rules with you, Felicity."
"I know. We're terrible. And that's saying something in this place." She smiled back at him. When they entered the hallway, they were greeted by a warrior who turned and marched down the hall. He was their guide to find the group.
"You know," she continued, "when we get back, I'm expecting to pick up where we left off.
"And I am completely fine with that."
"Well that's good, because you know, there is a book in this place and as Consort I have to keep a record of, you know, our performance tonight, which may be compared with others."
"Records. That's funny," he chuckled.
"Completely serious."
Oliver tugged on her arm to stop walking.
"Wait. You're serious?" His blue eyes sought an answer in hers. She responded with a nod.
"I may even have to draw pictures."
"Jesus, Baby. You know how insanely competitive I am." Oliver took her hand and resumed their walk down the hall.
"I know. I'm kind of counting on it," she giggled.
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Thanks so much for reading this chapter. I hope it didn't scandalize you too much. I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you will take a moment to reach out with a comment here or look me up on Tumblr (quiveringbunny).
