Felicity wanted to be deaf; it was 6:30 in the morning and Oliver was making some strange noises and grunting a few times. It had been almost a week since they were paired together, and this was the first time Felicity was being woken up this early. Felicity threw her blankets off her body, shuffling to her door. She was irritated and needed more sleep; Oliver was way too much of an early bird for Felicity s liking. She just heard loud grunts coming from the inside of his room, and she hammered on his door before opening it.
She didn t know what else to expect, but then she saw Oliver lifting himself up and down on the frame of the wardrobe door. He was shirtless and wore some cargo shorts, which Felicity did not expect to see. He looked over at Felicity and dropped to the floor as he saw her staring.
You okay? He asked after Felicity hadn t said anything since she opened the door. She started to scratch the back of her head, trying to think of something to say that wouldn t come out as something wildly inappropriate, and unfortunately, that s all her brain could think of.
Fine. Just...uh...you were being loud for six in the morning. She turned on her heels, and walked to the kitchen; She needed her coffee, like now.
I thought you would just sleep through it. Oliver said, walking after her. She turned around, seeing Oliver, sweat beading down his chest and droplets falling down her forehead. She turned around, her cheeks flushing, probably the colour of a crimson apple.
You sounded like you were having sex in there. She blurted out, and she wished she had only said it mentally. She started the machine to try to drown out the voices in her head screaming you re an idiot , why did you say that? . She was cursed with an overactive mouth.
You assumed I was having sex because of the grunting? He laughed, using the back of his hand to wipe down his forehead.
It was loud, I didn t know what to expect. She tried to explain, but Oliver just laughed a little more, his hands pressed against the kitchen bench. Felicity began making two coffees, it was the nice thing to do, and she began to pour the black coffee into each mug. She topped it off with a splash of milk in both.
So you naturally assumed sex? Oliver asked as Felicity slid over the coffee mug.
What s it been? Like nearly a week? How inappropriately do you think my mind works? Felicity said truthfully, and a wide smile spread across his lips.
Fairly inappropriately. He took the mug and let his lips touch the rim, his eyes rising from the mug to meet Felicity.
I th-think I m going to be working for most of the day, so you can do whatever. I m not going anyway. Felicity stumbled with her words, shuffling out of the room quickly. She peaked around the corner once more, and Oliver simply held his mug and waved to her, a smirk on his face. Felicity almost spilled her coffee with how quickly she rushed to her room.
***
Felicity had hidden herself away in her room for the remainder of the morning, which Oliver guessed that she went back to sleep. She would usually wake up around 8:30, so she was up earlier than usual.
At some time around 3:25pm, she emerged from her room, holding her tablet in hand, pens in her hair, and two pairs of glasses on; one pair she was wearing, the other she had holding back some of her hair. Oliver guessed that she hadn t noticed on how she looked, but she was muttering things to herself, yelling things from time to time in pure bliss of knowing something new. She was unique.
They sat in front of the TV for a while, sometime around 6 if Oliver remembered correctly. Oliver wouldn t normally indulge in the simplicity of watching TV, but being around Felicity, he felt himself relaxing quite a lot, even talking about his personal life. He would talk about his Mother and his little sister Thea, who he had accidentally referred to as Speedy in front of Felicity, and thus she made him keep calling her that. Felicity always found a way of making things easier.
They also talked about Ex-lovers. Not the most appropriate conversation between a client and their bodyguard, but Oliver went with it and had mentioned his relationships with two sisters.
I didn t date them at the same time, Oliver tried to explain, a slight grimace appearing on his face. Felicity titled her head, as though she knew the truth already. Okay, I may have cheated on Laurel with Sara, but I ended them quite quickly. He justified. They were picking at their Chinese take-away food, unsure where to start. Oliver began to eat when Felicity stopped and seemed to question something that Oliver had said.
Did you love them? Felicity asked, looking at him with serious eyes. Oliver wiped the corner of his mouth and nodded slowly as he thought.
It wasn t hard to fall for them. It felt like love. He started, then shrugged. I don t know. How are you ever supposed to know what love feels like? He asked and Felicity sighed with a sort of longingness in her voice.
You just know. It s nothing like you ve felt before. Felicity took another bite of her food.
So, you ve been in love? Oliver asked and Felicity shook her head wildly.
Oh, no. I just feel like it would feel different. If I loved any of the people I have been with, it wasn t lasting. Love is lasting. Felicity said, a small eager smile for what she wanted appeared and then she sighed. Oliver wasn t sure why, but he guessed it was the fact that she hadn t felt it, and she wanted to.
The conversation ended soon after, the both of them contemplating the loves they could have had if they tried, or the missed opportunities of happiness that they passed up; it wasn t exactly happy dinner time conversation. Oliver moved to his room, started going through reports he had to send out about Felicity and his assignment, then he started to read a book, trying to get to sleep.
It was making him drowsy, and generally sluggish, but the TV from the living room was still blaring loudly, and it kept Oliver awake. He stumbled out of bed, and walked into the living room, and saw Felicity curled up on the side of the couch, asleep, but she seemed uncomfortable against the pillowed backrest of the couch.
Oliver felt the need to take her to her room, make sure she got a comfortable night s sleep. He picked Felicity up, and she cradled herself into his shoulder, putting her arms around him gracefully. She was lighter than Oliver thought she would be, and a beautiful sleeper. She hummed as she cuddled up against him. He couldn t help but admire her; she was beautiful, even when she was a mess, she was indescribable. She smiled in her sleep, the pink lines of her lips seemed so intoxicating, even just looking at them mad Oliver think of things.
He pushed them aside, and finally put Felicity on top of her bed, and she immediately curled up onto her soft bed. Oliver began sneaking out of her room, making sure not to make a sound. He switched off the lights, only the streetlamps from outside creeping inside her room.
Oh, Oliver. She said sheepishly. Oliver stopped at her door, turning to her. She was fast asleep, so she must have been dreaming. But of him? Oliver found it rather odd. Just like that. She purred, her hands gripping onto her sheets lightly. Oliver didn t know how to react to this. Was she really having a sex dream about him?
***
Felicity felt Oliver s lips against her skin, trailing from her jaw down her chest. He moved her shirt and bra aside, catching her nipple in his mouth.
Oh Oliver. She squeaked. She didn t even remember how things led to this. She remembered sitting at the dinner table, laughing over one thing or another, then Oliver knocked everything out of the way. He picked her up, laid her on the table and began kissing her wildly.
Oliver s tongue was working wonders, and Felicity s back arched, wanting, no, needing more. Just like that. She managed to get out. Her hand caught onto his hair, she just needed to be closer to him, she needed more. Felicity took the bottom of Oliver s shirt, and lifted it over his head, and he went back to work. He began to tear at the shirt she was wearing, and finally ripped it down the middle. Felicity shrugged it off when Oliver moved up again, kissing her again. His tongue running across her bottom lip, waiting to be let in. She gave it generously, her own tongue tasting his mouth.
He was so bold and mesmerising, and Felicity lost herself in the kiss. She fiddled with her pants, shimmying out of them, and Oliver did the same. He was hard against her thigh, and Felicity was becoming breathless just thinking about him inside of her. He hooked his fingers around her underwear and took them down easily. He moved himself out of his boxers, and pushed himself forward slowly. Felicity s hand that was in Oliver s hair, she now gripped onto it as best she could and her other to her back, bringing herself closer to him, her nails digging in his back to keep herself with him.
They began rocking back and forth, Felicity desperate to keep the friction going. She coming to her peak, with a few more thrusts from Oliver, she would be gone in ecstasy. She was feeling it deep on her core, but something was off. She didn t know what it was, but then her brain finally caught up and everything faded quickly.
Felicity woke abruptly, her face in a hot flush. She was on her bed in the middle of the night, which was strange because she remembered being in front of the TV. Did Oliver take her to bed? And did he hear something? She knew she sometimes talked in her sleep, and if he heard that, it would be very bad. She rolled over in her bed and hit her head against her pillow.