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Chapter 7: So does a phone date count?

5 months ago.

The day was long. I had to put out multiple fires for multiple people and no one even said thank you. I was getting ready to leave for the day when Kate Matthews another IT girl from my old department walked in. She was beautiful, 5'8 brown wavy hair that went down past her shoulders, green eyes with a hint of blue, and a body to kill for. She was also incredibly smart as in my kind of smart. She was just as gifted as I was with computers but she had one rather large problem. She at one point had slept with Oliver Queen. Of course my thought was who in Starling City hasn't? Oh right me. She had apparently let that slip in a conversation with a co-worker and she was demoted three hours later for inappropriate conduct during business hours. In short Moria found out and she was moved to Siberia. We had an easy friendship. She was sweet and easy to talk to. She found me adorable and easy to bounce ideas off of. We were a great match.

Today's drama was of course about my conversation with her one time crush object Oliver Queen. "Oh come on Felicity just tell me what was it like to have him actually flirting with you." She was slightly leaning against my doorframe as I collected my items to leave for the day. "I told you Kate it was nothing I just needed to get his number for business reasons. He does ask for a lot of favors so this just makes it easier. Afterall he's a Queen and I'm sure he has better things to do during his day than hang out with me." Kate wasn't buying it so she waiting until my face was once again facing hers and stated in her scary I already know what you're thinking way "Felicity I'm a married woman with a 2 year old. I no longer dream of becoming the next . He also was drunk beyond belief when we slept together and he never once looked at me the way he was looking at you. Face it you like him and you're too damned scared to make a move." I rolled my eyes shut my computer off and asked in my most polite uninterested tone "how would you happen to know all this?"

As we exited my office and headed toward the elevator her armed looped with mine she responded with two answers. "One I was in the upper Queen sanctum when he was here so I saw everything. Second you tend to voice your thoughts so yeah you're not hiding anything. Word to the wise Smoak keep those lips shut. After all loose lips sink ships." I just started to laugh and so did she. We entered the elevator laughing and talking about Oliver and how my loose lips would gladly sink his ship.

I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom going over some files for tomorrow's mainframe overhaul take two. My mind however kept flashing back to what Kate had been saying during our elevator ride to the underground garage. Did I really like Oliver? I mean sure I knew I had a crush and I mean come on who wouldn't. He's literally a Greek God, with a back story that would put Shakespeare to shame. He also was sort of flirting with me. I mean I'm a living, breathing, flesh and blood woman. I can only resist his charms for so long. I also kept having my rather graphic dreams that would indicate I had feelings for the Queen heir. However I had a mission, bring him in. He also had a mission shoot up the top 1% of Starling city elite. We were needless to say not really a match made in heaven. I was shutting down my computer for the night because well let's face it I needed to sleep. This mainframe overall was going to take days to complete and tomorrow was day one. Best to be well rested and prepared for the upcoming days of sheer hell; I love my job, I love my job.

I just walked into the bathroom when I heard my phone go off. The ringtone this month was Madonna's "Like A Virgin" so of course I was dancing around before reaching to answer. I really should have looked at that damn caller id before I sang like a virgin into the speaker and then said hello.

"Um hello Felicity?" I froze in place my face turned beet red and I barely recognized my own voice when I responded.

"Oliver? Oh god you heard me singing and oh god this is embarrassing. Why is it that you are always either around or on the receiving end of my humiliating moments?"

He slightly chuckled as he often did in or around my presence and responded back in his soft deep voice "I just have amazing timing I guess. So I take it you're a Madonna fan."

Still standing near my desk I pulled the chair out to sit down and started twirling a piece of stray hair that had come loose from my ponytail. "Well yes I am. It's my ringtone this month actually hence why I was still singing when I answered the phone. Usually it's Kate a co-worker at this hour of the night. We sing our ringtones to each other it's sort of an inside joke."

"I see so I'm calling you during normally a very busy calling period. I do hope Kate won't mind the busy tone this evening."

"Oh I'm sure she won't. I certainly don't." I realized after it came out that I had indeed said it out loud. Kate was right loose lips. I was starting to examine the frayed material of my tank top when Oliver responded with a slight laugh.

"Well good I'm glad you don't mind."

"Not that I don't live for late night phone calls but why are you calling on this particular evening at 11:30?" I held my breath waiting for his answer and started to nervously pull the loose thread away from my tank top.

"I was thinking about you and wanted to hear your voice. I had a bad day and you seem to make me smile so I called. I hope thats alright." I could have been pushed over by a slight wind. He said he was thinking about me, he wanted to hear my voice, I made him smile. I was a goner. I realized I hadn't responded to him when he kept saying my name.

"Felicity, are you still there?"

Snapping out of my haze I responded with a quick and rather energetic "Yes I'm here. I was just taken aback by your confession. You must say that to all the girls."

"No only blonde IT girls who babble on about anything and everything."

I smirked to myself and responded "God you are good no wonder you had such a reputation back in the day. Did they all really fall for those lines."

He too smirked and stated "Yes they really did. Although the booze was really helpful I'm sure. Well that and Tommy Merlyn my best friend and often my wingman."

I paused because I had heard that name before in my research of all things Oliver Queen. Tommy Merlyn was the son of Malcolm Merlyn. Now that mainframe I would kill to spend even five minutes with.

"Right he's the best friend and son of Malcolm Merlyn who was a business associate and friend of your father's correct."

"Yup that's the one." I paused before my next question after all Rose did want us to connect so what better way than the best friend.

"What would Tommy say about our little interactions? I'm sure they're quite boring compared to your past exploits."

He laughed once again and I swear I could hear his smile when he answered. "Oh Tommy's heard of you and approves. He thinks you'll be good for me. You know open my eyes to a girl who's interested in more than whats in my pants." I let out an audible gasp and almost fell out of my chair.

"Mr. Queen are you coming on to me? If so than you really should do that when we're face to face so I can respond properly."

"What would the response be?"

"Right now to punch you in the face and then decide how much you deserve to be beaten for that last comment." My tone was light and I was giggling so I doubt he thought I was serious.

His tone came back darker than I think even he intended. "I'll keep that in mind Ms. Smoak." Just hearing that voice say my last name made me go weak in the knees.

"Alright in all seriousness have you told him about me and why?" I was still playing with the thread and really hoping his answer was yes.

"Yes Felicity I did. I told him because there's just something about you. I can't quite put my finger on it but you seem to bring out a side to me that no one else does. You make me smile. I like who I am when I'm around you." I was floored in that moment he was being honest with me. I could hear it in his voice. There was no game or agenda he was playing at he just was talking to me as Oliver.

"Well then I'm honored. You can call me anytime you want to be a better person."

"Why thank you Felicity. Now the other reason I'm calling is I wanted to set up that coffee date. I would like to spend some time with you in a setting other than QC." I was now smiling despite myself and starting to feel slightly giddy.

"Alright Oliver how about tomorrow morning at 8am before work. I know of this cute little coffee shop right across the street from QC. I have a meeting for a huge project at nine. Then my day is booked so it's 8am or bust."

"Deal. I look forward to seeing you and you're bright smiling face at 8am tomorrow. Oh and Felicity one more thing I'm really glad you suggested we exchange numbers. Good night Felicity."

Before I completely melted into the floor boards of my apartment I responded back with "I'm glad I suggested it to. I like hearing your voice and how I make you feel. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night Oliver." He sighed and said goodbye one more time and the call ended. I felt like I was walking on air. He liked spending time with me; he liked who he was with me. I started to ignore that little voice in my head that was screaming with all her might that this was a bad idea. I couldn't have feelings for him, I just couldn't. He was my target; he was a pathway to having an amazing life. He also had an amazing smile, beautiful unending eyes, a kind gentle way about him, and oh yeah he said I made him better. I went to sleep that night with a smile on face and a light feeling that was surrounding my heart.

Sometime around 1am my mind must have traveled to my own private paradise that was Oliver and I in compromising circumstances. This time my dream took me to my new very private office. Unlike most of my dreams that started off with Oliver walking in, and us exchanging a few words before the clothes went flying off. He came in and we had an actual conversation. We talked more about his frat boy days. How he was when he was a boy, how he had sister who he would gladly give his own life for. We were actually making a connection and it wasn't just based on lust or desire. He was asking me about my past, how I grew up in Las Vegas which he magically knew. He was interested in my course work while I was at MIT. I loved every minute of our conversation I loved getting to see who he really was beyond what could be found in a case file.

Of course the conversation soon turned the direction that all my dreams do. The clothing was soon coming off. He had me sitting on my desk with my skirt hiked up to allow for him to stand between my legs. His lips had been working on my collarbone for the past two minutes causing my legs to buckle and my body to go slack; his tongue was drawing circles over my neck and then down towards my breast. Without breaking his contact with my skin his fingers deftly undid the few remaining buttons of my red blouse. His fingers barely making contact with my warm heated skin; still using his tongue and his lips to trace and kiss patterns to my upper chest he pulled the blouse down my arms and threw it across the room. His hands returned to my sides pressing and kneading the soft flesh that was starting to become even warmer under his expert touch. His lips went lower down to kiss the exposed part of my right breast. Slowly taking is tongue to trace down the seam between my skin and the lace fabric of the bra. His fingers ceased the kneading actions of my waist and slowly stroked up my back to reach my bra clasp.

Suddenly feeling very brazen I removed my hands from his lower back where I had been tracing little patterns for the last five minutes and stopped his hands from removing the offending material. He stopped his work on my right breast and brought his eyes to mine. I slowly reached behind me and undid the clasp myself. Removing the straps and throwing the bra in the same direction of my blouse. There I was bearing myself to Oliver Queen; I had never felt so wanted, so precious, and so loved in my entire life. I felt as if his eyes were going to sear a whole straight through to my frantically beating heart. My world fell from beneath me when he took a single hand and palmed my now exposed right breast. His touch was soft, delicate, and exploratory. He continued to palm the supple tissue with a gentle caress that soon became harder, and more desperate. His lips had returned to mine biting and nipping along my bottom lip attempting to gain further access. I finally relented and our tongues began to torture each other each one seeking dominance over the other.

I let out a soft moan along with his name when he took my already erect nipple between his thumb and his forefinger, coaxing, and kneading it until it was even more erect than before. A flash of pain and pleasure shot through my entire body and straight to my core. I could feel the pressure building between my thighs as he moved his lips away from mine and down to the other very neglected breast. While still kneading the right nipple he took the left one into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the hot, exposed and already aroused flesh; he then used his teeth to bite down on the nipple once again sending a shot of pain and pleasure thorough out my entire body. I looked up when his hands and his mouth left my body; he was removing his shirt and then reaching to remove my skirt. I saw the direction this was going and jumped off the desk to speed the process along I removed my skirt and then moved my hands to remove his jeans. His shirt was almost off and his hands reached down to join mine. While he was busy with his belt buckle I kept my self busy with his chest. I used my nails to scrape along his abdominal muscles and to take in every single mark and scar that covered his otherwise perfect chest. His pants were off and his hands were moving toward me again this time with a mission. He grabbed my body swiftly pushing me against the wall of my office space. His mouth moved once again against mine seeking completion in the simple act of kissing. His hands were down at my panties and sliding them down my well defined legs. He moved back slightly to take me in. What he said next caused whatever fear I had about this moment to cease. His eyes grew darker; more primal than they had been before.

"My god you're beautiful." And once again his mouth was on mine and then creating a blazing path down to my inner core that was already soaked with the mere thought of this moment and what it would mean. The closer he got the wetter I became I struggled to keep my thighs from squeezing shut to create that wonderful friction that would raise me higher and higher until I reached my very needy release. His nose moved down over my stomach and down to clit; slowly I felt his hands grasp my hips to keep me steady as he spread my legs slightly apart and kissed the insides of my already aching thighs. His tongue met the slick folds at my entrance and began a duel between his tongue and my own inner wants and desires. His tongue kept up with a harsh and steady pace pushing me higher and higher to reaching my ultimate release. My hands moved from bracing themselves against the walls to become tangled up in his hair. I could feel my hips moving up and down to match the strides of his very talented tongue. He kept pushing, licking, and kneading against my clit sensing my release wasn't far off. I could feel my legs begin to weaken and his body was now bracing mine preparing for the impact that was about to befall. I started to increase my rhythm against his mouth going faster and faster until the right spot was hit and I fell apart around him. I came with such a violent force that I screamed his name with all the air that was left in my lungs. I also came hard enough to wake myself from what was vastly becoming my best dream ever.

I bolted upright in my bed. I could still feel what I imagined his tongue would feel like as it kissed, sucked, and pushed me to my orgasm. I could still feel the burning tingling sensation between my thighs, and my breasts were still very pert and erect. I just came in my dream to the point that is had awakened me. I flopped back down against the now slightly sweaty sheets and groaned. Sure I had this dream before and each time it was nice and pleasant. But tonight was different normally there was more talking, more come for me baby, or look at me, or I want to see you when you come. This time it was all focused on me. It was only about me and nothing about him. Normally in my dreams I'd take more control of the situation but this time he did. He focused on me; he only wanted it to be about me. I realized that never once in any dream had he told me I was beautiful. This time he did. This time my dream tryst woke me up. That's when I realized with blinding clarity that I was starting to have real feelings for Oliver Queen. Our coffee date just got really interesting.