So, there was so much demand for more of the Sladicity chapter, I wrote this and tried to keep it canon with where we are in the show now. Not sure where it's going, or if it will be continued, but it's some smexy Sladicity here. Enjoy!
Felicity sat at the bar, staring into her drink, oblivious to the scene around her. It hadn't been a conscious decision to head to Starling City's newest nightclub, Shadows, but she really hadn't felt like sitting around on a Saturday night, eating mint-chip and trying to figure out how her life had gotten so off track.
It had been a rough week, with Nyssa's appearance and disappearance, Moira Queen's threats, her own unhappy family memories being stirred up, and Sara becoming an official part of Team Arrow. Even more so, she was beginning to question where she fit into their newly expanded team, as she was the only member who wasn't a trained (or being trained) fighter.
Not that she wanted to be, she liked her computers and controlling the situation from the Arrowcave, but she had to admit, there were times, especially after going undercover in the casino and to attract the Dollmaker, she wished she was more 'field ready.' Now with Sara a permanent member of their team, and being in awe of her strength and fighting abilities, well, it was only natural if she felt a little unsettled, right?
And then there was the fact that Oliver and Sara were involved.
If she were honest, she wasn't really jealous. Why should she be? She'd always known that Oliver and Sara had a connection, formed in fire and blood on the island. It was just as powerful as Oliver and Laurel's. The man had been involved with both sisters after all. And then there was the fact that she, Felicity Smoak, really wasn't the type of woman Oliver Queen would choose as a romantic partner.
She wasn't putting herself down, she knew she was attractive, and a good catch, hell, she could even live dangerously if she so chose. But she wasn't a Lance. She and Oliver were partners, and though she might, in the dark of night, alone in her bed, wish they could be something more, she knew it wasn't in the cards. At least, not until he figured out how to deal with his demons, but at the rate things were going, that could be a long time coming, if ever.
But she was human. And feeling insecure, especially knowing that Moira Queen was now, most likely, on the warpath for her. And while Oliver had stressed she wouldn't lose him, she could already see he was pulling back from her. Their recent closeness seemed a thing of the past, he touched her less, smiled more for Sara than her, and was simply more distant. She couldn't help but wonder if Moira had been right, and that Oliver was upset at her telling him about Thea's parentage.
What hurt most wasn't even that Oliver could obviously have a relationship with someone he 'cared about' (that wasn't her), but the fact that she felt her fears about losing her family were coming true. Not that she didn't have Diggle, he was fast becoming her rock in all this, even though they'd never addressed the elephant in the room regarding her and Oliver.
But Oliver was her family, her friend, her partner, as well. She trusted him with her life and she was pretty sure he felt the same. Even if it never turned romantic, she didn't want to lose him, or the relationship they had. She could live with only being his partner and one of his closest friends, but she couldn't live in a world that didn't have him in it.
She came back to herself as she saw the bartender slide another drink in front of her, unaware she'd finished off her third, or was it fourth, already. She frowned, knowing she hadn't ordered it, and looked up to tell the bartender, only to be met with his knowing smile.
"Compliments of the man at the other end of the bar."
All thoughts of Oliver and Team Arrow disappeared as she turned and found herself captured by a gaze she hadn't felt in months. But she hadn't forgotten it. Or the way it could send pure heat washing over her veins in a way that few men ever had.
Slade.
A flush came over her body as her mind was suddenly back in that dark, heated nightclub in Metropolis, pressed against his body as he ravaged her. She would be lying if she hadn't said that night, over four months ago, hadn't haunted many of her memories. In fact, many nights it was his face that starred in her dreams. Of course, some nights Oliver appeared along with him and both men took over her fantasies and well, those were the mornings she really, really didn't want to wake up.
Still, she hadn't thought much about seeing him again, figuring it was truly a one night stand. She didn't regret it, not at all, but honestly, she'd been pretty sure she'd never see him again. Although now, as she met his gaze from across the bar, she thought back to his last words, how he'd said they'd meet again. And here he was. In Starling City.
She felt slightly unsettled, wondering how in the world he'd found her, here, at this nightclub, in her town. Honestly, while she might want to rip his clothes off then and there, she wasn't stupid. And something else tickled at the back of her mind, something that she was supposed to remember, but it wasn't quite clear. This disturbed her as usually, she was good at remembering details.
But then again, a woman could be excused for forgetting things when she was being watched with a heated gaze that was doing very, very pleasant things to her body. A body, she realized, swallowing hard as Slade moved off his seat and started walking towards her, that hadn't had sex in months. Since the last time she'd given herself to this man, a near stranger, in a dark bar in Metropolis. She'd never done anything like that before, and hadn't since. She wondered if she was about to do it again, and if so, why she wasn't more concerned.
Taking a deep breath, pushing everything but her slow building desire down, she smiled as he moved to take the seat next to her. His presence was soothing in a strange way, arousing in another. She felt as if her body was suddenly on red alert and couldn't help the way her breathing quickened as his thigh brushed against hers as he settled into the seat. When he remained silent, his gaze still on her, she felt her inner nerves bubble out in their usual way. Inappropriate babble.
"Of all the gin joints in the world, he walks into this one." It was a horrible misquote of a classic line, but the deep, low laugh it drew from her companion sent a sensual shiver down her spine. Honestly, what was it about this man that drew these reactions from her?
"I told you we'd meet again, Felicity. And I'm so very glad we have." His words were deep and intense as his gaze held hers. The eye-patch, she noted, still made him look dangerous, and honestly, she hadn't realized that eyewear could turn her on so much. She pressed her thighs together to try and quell the wetness she could feel growing. His knowing smile didn't help.
"Do I even want to know how you found me, here, months after our first, encounter?" She bit her lip, a little anxious for his reply, although her body instinctively leaned towards him, and the intense heat he seemed to radiate. Her heart began pounding as he leaned closer as well.
"Did you think I could forget you? Forget that night?" She couldn't hold back her gasp as he reached over and took her hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a long, slow kiss to her flesh. She shuddered as heat flooded over her along with memories. The sense memory was nothing compared to the images now exploding over her mind, a mix of their past encounter and a possible present one.
Without realizing she was going to do it, she found her other hand reaching up to run across the stubble of his chin, fingers tingling as his gaze intensified, along with his grip on her hand. She was drowning in the heated look he was giving her. She hadn't been this aroused in, well, longer than she could remember.
She was so lost in his gaze that she barely noticed when his hand pulled the one he held down to her lap, before transferring it to the bare flesh revealed by the short hem of her dark red dress. She whimpered as the heat of his hand seemed to brand her skin, another surge of wetness flooding her core. She could barely breathe as he tightened his grip and slid his fingers along her sensitive flesh, just skimming up under the edge of her skirt.
"Dance with me?" His voice was low and husky, and really, how could she refuse? She suddenly wanted nothing more than to be pressed against his body, moving against him to the beat of the music pounding from the speakers around her.
And why shouldn't she?
Yes, her mind was awash in sensation but there was still a part of her that was suspicious of him turning up here, singling out her. It was too much of a coincidence. And there was that something still pushing at the back of her mind. Some connection she needed to make.
Her thoughts scattered again as she felt him pull her off her stool, heat in his eyes that made her body tremble. Wordlessly she let him pull her into the teeming crowd, searching out a small space on the packed dance floor. When he found a spot, she didn't hesitate to move into his arms as he pulled her to him. She closed her eyes as her body seemed to melt against him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her body take over.
"I dreamed of you, Felicity." His hot breath against her ear sent a new flood of desire through her body. "So many nights, I remembered the feel of you wrapped around me, how you came apart against me." His voice, low and deep, combined with his words drew a whimper from her throat. "Did you dream of me as well Felicity?"
She could only nod, words failing her as she looked up to meet his gaze. She trembled as she felt his hands slide down her back and pull her hips tighter against his. Without thinking, she lifted her leg to wrap around his, instinctively pressing her center against his thigh. A sense of feminine pride swelled in her as she felt him tense and heard the low growl that emerged from his throat. Before she knew what was happening his lips were on hers.
It was heat and passion, and even better than it had been before. She opened to him immediately, letting his tongue tangle with hers as she arched against him. Her hands flew to his neck, running through his hair and pulling him closer, unable to get enough. When the need for breath finally caused her to pull back, she felt his lips move to her neck. She felt his teeth against her skin and knew there'd be marks there tomorrow. She wanted those marks more than she could say. So she pressed against him tighter and dug her fingers into the back of his neck causing him to moan against her skin.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His voice was gruff and deep and so sexy she was surprised she hadn't combusted on the spot. The desperation in it only turned her on more.
"Are you going to tell me?" She was amazed she had a voice at all, although she didn't recognize it.
"I'll show you."
With that, his lips took hers again as a hand slid to her thigh and pulled her leg higher against his. She groaned as her hands ran over his shoulders and down to his hips pulling him closer. The desire flowed between them like wildfire, as heated and hot as before, but with more desperation. When she felt his hands slide under her skirt and skim across her center, she pulled back and moaned, gasping in pants of air. The feel of another body pushing into hers from behind startled her as she realized several couples had moved in around them and their small space was nearly non-existent anymore.
"Come with me." His voice was rough as he again reached for her hand and pulled her to his side. Nodding, she allowed him to lead her through the crowd, making sure she was pressed to his side as they moved, not wanting to lose contact with his body.
This was stupid, and reckless, and she'd sworn she'd never do this again. But as she felt the heat of his body, remembered how she'd nearly lost it in the few minutes she'd been in his arms, the desire that shone in his gaze, desire for her, she couldn't find the strength to pay attention to the warning voice in her head that was dimming with each second that passed.
It was only as she noted he was leading her up a set of stairs near the back of the club that she wondered where he was taking her. She'd never been to the club before, but knowing enough about the layout of Verdant, she was pretty sure he was leading her towards the business offices.
That tingle of fear, of something pushing at her mind, was suddenly back, and she faltered a moment, wondering why Slade was so familiar with this club, why he was taking her away from the crowd, wondered what he had planned.
He must have sensed her fears because he suddenly turned, pushing her back against the wall of the hallway they'd walked into. His lips slanted over hers as he drew her body into his again, his hands sliding up her sides and into the top of her strapless gown to stroke over her breasts. She moaned at the sensation, desire building in her again. She was barely aware of him moving them through the door she hadn't noticed at her back, kicking it closed behind them.
She stumbled in her heels and he caught her, turning her as they moved so her back was to his front. She gasped as she felt him, aroused and hard, pressing against the small of her back. He nudged her hair aside with his nose and began planting kisses across her neck and shoulders. The slight sting of his teeth, soothed quickly by his tongue, made her moan in abandon. One hand came around her waist pulling her tightly against him as her knees hit the edge of the sofa he'd guided them to in what had to be one of the manager's offices.
Her hands reached behind her to bury themselves in his hair. Her nails raked against his scalp as she pulled his head harder to her neck. She gasped as his fingers moved up to the edge of her dress and pulled it down. The coldness of the air hitting her now bare breasts was quickly replaced by the heat of his hands cupping her sensitive flesh. His fingers were rough, desperate as he pulled at her nipples, bringing them to hard little peaks as she pulled him harder against her.
Sensations shot through her body at his touch, and she really, really wanted her dress completely off so she could feel those rough hands everywhere on her body. She craved his touch with a desire that frightened and empowered her.
"You have only to ask." His words were husked against her neck, his voice so low it was almost a growl. She didn't even realize she'd spoken aloud. But his hands were suddenly tugging her zipper down and with a quick shift of her hips, the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in a thin scrap of red lace.
"You're beautiful, Felicity, has anyone told you that?" His hands ran down her sides, making her shiver with desire as he again skimmed his fingers across her now soaked center but refused to linger. She whimpered and tried to pull his hand back to where she wanted it.
"You didn't answer me." His hands kept moving even as his lips moved across her earlobe, taking it between his teeth and tugging gently.
She could barely keep a thought in her head as he wreaked havoc on her body, but she knew he would keep teasing her until he received an answer. She didn't know how she knew this, she just did. Struggling to find her voice, she managed a husky reply.
"No one." It wasn't much, but it was all she could get out. She gasped as he suddenly turned her in his arms so she was now facing him, her bare chest pressed against the soft material of his shirt.
"Such a shame. You are beautiful, Felicity. Never more so than when you're lost in my arms, whimpering for my touch. You're magnificent." She felt something in her heart flutter at the intensity of his words. And looking at him as he spoke, she was almost shocked to realize he meant them. Something in her responded and she reached up to pull him down to her again, her words coming out as a whisper against his lips.
"You don't know how often I dreamed about you. About us. About what you made me feel." She ran her lips over his chin and along his collarbone, feeling his pulse racing against her lips. "The nights I spent, imagining your touch, imagining what you'd do to me if we met again." She didn't know where the words were coming from but she couldn't stop them. Not when she could feel the way they were affecting him. "I never let myself do with anyone, what I did with you that night. Not before, not since. It's only been you."
He growled, sending a wave of heat through her as he claimed her lips in a rough kiss. His hands weren't idle as they slid to her hips and tugged at the delicate lace. With one quick yank, she was completely naked except for her heels. She would have kicked them off but his gruff "no" made her stop.
Suddenly, she realized he was woefully overdressed for the situation. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, pulling at them frantically until they parted, allowing her hands to run over his perfectly sculpted chest. Pulling her lips from his, she put them to work, planting kisses across his chest, nipping his small nipples before soothing the sting with her tongue. She felt a swell of feminine pride as he shuddered against her and she could hear the rumble that emerged from his throat.
She managed to get the shirt off his shoulders with a little help from him but was suddenly distracted as his hand slipped between her thighs and he slid two fingers into her wetness. She cried out and clenched around his fingers as he moved them inside her.
She was frantic to feel him now and her hands slid to the button and zipper at his waist. In seconds she had his pants pushed to the floor and kicked away, then cupped him in her palm, reveling in the feel of him hard and solid and so hot in her eager hands. His groan against her throat made her shiver even harder, stroking and pulling at him in the same rhythm his fingers were moving against her.
"Felicity." He groaned out her name against her neck as he arched into her touch. She whimpered as she felt his thumb brush over her clit and felt the waves of desire building in her.
"Slade," she whimpered, "please!"
She didn't need to say more, her want obvious as he slid his hand from between her thighs. She whimpered at the loss of his touch, only to feel him pressing her down onto the sofa. She complied quickly, sinking back into the plush material, watching as he reached down and pulled a condom out of the pocket of his discarded pants. Quickly sheathing himself, he came down on top of her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to exactly where she wanted him, seeing the spark in his eyes as her sharp heels pressed into his back.
For a moment, he paused, his gaze intent on hers. She swallowed hard, panting in short breaths as she took in the picture he made above her. Unlike their last time, she could see him clearly, every defined muscle in his sculpted chest, the strain in his arms as he held himself above her, the intense look he was giving her even as he struggled for breath.
She'd never wanted anyone more than she wanted him in this moment.
With steady hands, she guided him into position, her gaze never leaving his. "Please, I want this. I want you." Her words seemed to break his control as with a low groan he thrust into her. She gasped, feeling every inch of him fill her. It was familiar yet new, and she couldn't help but whimper as he settled against her. For a moment, he simply remained still, gazing at her with a look that she couldn't quite read. There was certainly passion and desire there, but also something else she couldn't figure out.
"Slade," she whispered his name as she moved her hips against him, urging him to move. She needed him to move before she lost it completely.
"Felicity," he growled in reply as he slowly drew back, then thrust hard into her. She cried out as her hips rose to meet his and they set a fast, hard rhythm that was exactly what she had been missing all those long, lonely nights with only her hand for relief.
Her arms locked around his neck, pulling him down to her lips and kissing him with all the feelings she had built up, the passion she couldn't contain anymore. Her body moved faster against his, whimpers and moans of his name and other pleas making him shudder against her.
"Come for me, Felicity, let go." He husked the words against her ear as he slammed into her once, twice, and suddenly, she was flying over the edge, his name a desperate cry on her lips as she fell into oblivion. A few sharp thrusts later she felt him release into her with a low growl that sent her into another wave of pleasure.
What could have been minutes, or hours later, she finally came down to earth, enjoying the feel of his hard, sweaty body pressing her into the sofa. She wouldn't object to staying like this for a while. But, a few moments later, she felt him move, pushing up on his arms and lifting his head from her neck to meet her gaze. But he didn't pull back from her, and that small gesture tugged at something in her heart she thought she'd never feel again.
"Well, there's another of my fantasies about you fulfilled." The almost amazed smile that crossed his face as he looked at her drew an instinctive smile from her in reply.
"So, you've had fantasies about me? Do tell." Her voice was teasing and playful, but her breath caught as his gaze darkened.
"More than you'll ever know. More than I probably should." His voice was soft but there was something underneath it, something that she could almost swear was pain. She frowned, reaching up and brushing her fingers over his jaw. She gasped as one of his hands suddenly moved to cover hers, pressing her palm against his jaw and holding it there as he turned his face into it and breathed deeply.
She watched as he seemed to struggle with something, wondering if there was anything she could say to ease whatever it was he was feeling. Because she suddenly wanted to. She knew nothing about this man, other than he could bring her body to life in a way no one had before. But she felt the instinctive need to comfort him, to give him what reassurance she could.
"If you ever want to talk about it, I've been told I'm a good listener." She wasn't even aware she'd spoken until she saw his gaze return to hers. Her breath caught at the emotions she could see reflected there.
"Thank you." The words were simple but she knew, again instinctively, that he was thanking her for something she couldn't, perhaps didn't want to understand.
"You're welcome." She wouldn't push him. After all, she still knew so little about him. But, maybe, maybe that could change.
A few moments later and he was pulling back, lifting himself off of her and reaching for his clothes. She sighed at the loss of his weight, but knew that it was time to come back to reality. Sitting up, she quickly moved to pick up her dress and slip it back up her body, realizing she'd be going home commando. She gasped as she felt his fingers at her back, pulling up the zipper with a gentle motion, fingers brushing over her skin as the zipper rose up her back.
When they were both presentable again, he turned her in his arms and took her lips with his again. Although this time the kiss was gentle as their lips moved against each other in a familiar pattern. When they finally pulled apart for breath, she shivered as he ran his fingers down her cheek.
"You're an incredible woman, Felicity." His words were soft but intense. She couldn't help the sense of satisfaction that filled her at them.
"Well, it takes a pretty incredible man to bring that out in me, I guess." She was expecting him to smile, maybe even laugh, but instead, he stiffened against her.
"I'm anything but incredible." His voice sounded almost tortured now and she frowned, reaching up to stroke his jaw again as his gaze met hers, now filled with something that made her heart quicken. But she wasn't sure with what emotion. "If you really knew me," his voice turned harsh, "you probably would run away from me as fast as you could."
She felt a slight tremor of fear now, although the desire was still simmering under the surface. That tickling at the back of her mind was now becoming an alarm and she didn't like the feeling. But, she wasn't going to let it get to her, not after one of the most passionate nights she'd ever had. And something told her that no matter the darkness, there was still some light in this man.
"Do you want me to run?" She waited, unsure if he would answer, unsure what answer she wanted. After a moment, he sighed and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly to him. She let him gather himself, enjoying being close him, feeling a pang of regret as he finally pulled away.
"I don't know." His voice was resigned, although there was still an undercurrent of emotion that she couldn't define in it. It made her curious as well as a little concerned.
"What I do know is that I don't regret running into you again. I don't regret this, and I hope you never will either." The tone of his voice worried her and she suddenly felt unsure of just about everything. Except about how he was looking at her. She wasn't unsure about that.
"Will I see you again?" She bit her lip, unaware she was going to say the words, but unable to stop them. She watched as she saw several different expressions move across his face. She couldn't identify any of them.
"I hope so." With that, he gently guided her towards the door and she knew she wouldn't get any more answers tonight. She just hoped there would be other nights, lots of them, and not just in nightclubs or bars. It unsettled her a little and she suddenly found herself unsure of what happened next. It was only the reassuring feel of his hand at the small of her back as he led her down the hallway and back to the stairs that had her breathing easier.
They walked together back through the club, his hand on her waist until they'd reached the front entrance. She noted he spoke quietly to the bouncer who nodded before walking outside and signaling a cab. She swallowed hard, turning back to face him, suddenly fearing this was all a dream and he'd disappear again for months, if not for good.
Some of her feelings must have been apparent on her face as with a groan, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her passionately, desperately, until she couldn't breathe and wanted nothing more than to invite him to come home with her. When he finally pulled back, she wasn't surprised to see the mix of desire and uncertainty in his gaze. She was getting used to it.
"Remember this, remember tonight, no matter what happens in the future." His voice was low and his gaze intense, even as his words made her stomach turn. It almost sounded like he was warning her.
"What's going to happen in the future?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know, but had to ask. She needed to understand.
"That's completely up to you, Felicity." He reached down and in a gesture she was now beginning to think of as 'theirs,' stupid as it might be, pulled her hand to his lips. "Just remember, there's two sides to every story," he whispered as he let her hand go as the bouncer came up to them and pointed to the cab that had pulled up.
She didn't want to leave, but knew he would say no more. Giving him a small smile, despite the tension she could feel beginning to creep back in, stealing away her sensual stupor, she walked to the cab, feeling his gaze on her until the door shut behind her and the driver had pulled away.
She turned to look back, her mind absently noting the sign above the club, swaying in the breeze, the colors and swirls of its oriental font and style striking a chord in her mind.
Shadows.
Slade.
She felt the pieces begin to come together in her mind. A sinking sensation began in her stomach as she wondered if she were grasping at straws, or if she was suddenly seeing the entire picture that had been there the whole time. She had a suspicion it was the latter, because she suddenly remembered what had been pushing at the back of her mind. Remembered why she knew the names Shado and Slade.
Closing her eyes, she sank back against the seat of the cab, fear building. She wasn't going to jump to conclusions, not until she could do some checking on her own. She desperately hoped she was wrong.
Because she wasn't sure what she was going to do if she were right.
Notes: So there you go. Hope you enjoyed!