"Is There a Reason you're Naked in My Bed?"
"I'm so tired," whined Felicity as Oliver unlocked the door and opened it. She stumbled into the loft ahead of him, kicking off her heels not caring where they landed and throwing herself onto the couch. "I've been running around Palmer Tech all day, my feet are killing me." she groaned stretching her legs out on the couch. "Are you sure you don't want your company back?"
"I'm certain." Oliver laughed and sank down onto the couch beside her feet. Felicity lifted them and placed both feet into his lap.
Oliver took one foot in his hands and started massaging the arch. "Why don't you go upstairs and take a nice long bath while I get dinner started."
"Oh my god, Oliver." Felicity moaned with appreciation. "Please don't stop. This feels so good. I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you." she teased.
"Come on." he said, reaching for her hand and helping her up. "Go on up and relax for a while, and I'll come get you when dinner's ready."
Felicity dragged herself up the stairs and towards the bedroom while Oliver went into the kitchen. He took the chicken out of the fridge and headed towards the sink.
All of a sudden he heard a scream. "Felicity!" he yelled dropping the chicken into the sink and pulling out a knife before he raced up the stairs and headed towards their bedroom.
He found Felicity standing out in the hallway, covering her face with both hands. "Felicity, what's wrong, what happened?" he asked, checking her over to make sure she wasn't hurt.
She pointed towards the bedroom too shocked to say anything.
Oliver moved towards the door quietly, making sure he was standing between Felicity and the danger lurking in their room, and looked in. He did not expect to find Roy sitting upright in their bed, stark-naked, and with their sheets pulled over him.
"Oliver, It's… it's not what you think." stuttered Roy. "I can explain, but please put that knife away first?"
"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" Oliver growled in his arrow voice, ignoring Roy's plea and holding up the knife.
"Your bed? Oh god, I'm so sorry. I thought this was Thea's room." Roy confessed, "I was in town and I wanted to surprise her…"
Oliver held up his free hand, "Just stop right there, Roy. I don't want to know."
"So I take it you and Thea switched rooms?" Roy asked nervously.
"Thea doesn't live here anymore." Oliver growled again. "She moved out a year ago."
"Oh…"
Oliver glared at him, "Oh? Is that all you have to say?"
"I'll… uh… I'll just get dressed and get out of here." said Roy getting out of their bed with the sheet wrapped around him.
"You have exactly one minute to get dressed and get out of here, or they'll never find your body." Oliver threatened, holding up the knife again.
"Oh god. I will never be able to unsee that. Ever." Felicity groaned as Oliver wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her back downstairs towards the couch.
They'd just sat down when Roy ran down the stairs and out of the door, without a goodbye.
"I know they're your favorite, but we're burning those sheets." declared Oliver as soon as Roy was out the door.
"And the mattress." Felicity added. "We're going to have to buy a new one tomorrow."
"So I guess we'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight?"
Felicity wrapped her arms around Oliver. "Definitely."
