Wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp from her shower, Felicity stood on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Her gaze was focused, yet again, on the single partition separating her from her bedroom. Their bedroom, she corrected herself, a shiver running down her spine.
Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she mentally went through her checklist of pros and cons to opening that door. She knew that staying in the rapidly cooling bathroom was not an option. Not only was it childish and cowardly (which she was not), but it would also indicate that Oliver's earlier seduction had affected far more than she was willing to admit to her, let alone him.
Not only were her dignity and ego as a woman on the line, but her reputation as a professional at work was on the line and since their earlier dalliance had already eaten up so much of her precious time, clearly the cards were already stacked again her.
Felicity huffed in frustration; she knew what she had to do. Damn that Oliver Queen for being so…sooo… well, Oliver Queen!
As though her body was telling her that it was time, she felt the slight rise of her skin as it prickled under the lowering temperature of the small room. Taking that as her cue, Felicity closed the distance between herself and the bathroom door, settling her hand on the cool doorknob. She waited two breaths, listening for any indication that her seducer was still lurking behind the door.
When she was satisfied that there was no one on the other side of the door, Felicity opened the door slowly, poised for any attack from the 6'1", blue-eyed male. She peaked around the frame, her eyes confirming what her ears had found- she was, indeed, alone. However, to her surprise, her heart fluttering just a bit, she saw the steaming cup of coffee sitting on her bedroom dresser across the room.
Smiling, she padded across the carpet, her steps silent against the ground, stopping when she stood in front of the dresser. Wrapping her hands around the cup, enjoying the warmth emanating from the glass, she brought the object to her nose and breathed in. She immediately groaned, the smell of caffeinated bliss rejuvenating her soul.
Her eyes found the smooth swirls of the gold calligraphy, spelling out her name, and ran over the letters with her thumbs. Even if her and Oliver were in a slightly weird place right now, he always made sure she was taken care of and she loved him for that.
Brining the coffee cup back up to her lips, she sipped at the hot liquid and felt herself relax as the familiar liquid ran down her throat. This morning's events had thrown her mind into hyper drive and set her nerves on edge, but this sole cup of coffee, in all its delicious goodness, was able to restore her balance once more. She was Felicity Smoak again.
Feeling the coffee work its magic as it slowly woke her body up, Felicity turned once again to the task at hand- getting dressed. She already knew what dress she was going to wear to work that day, so all she needed to do was find the right underwear and bra. Yes, this was of the utmost importance. If the wrong pair of underwear was chosen, she may inadvertently become the subject of the company's gossip train if the misfortune of unwanted panty lines were to appear. No, that wasn't happening. It was bad enough that she was dating her boss; she wasn't going to give them any more ammunition to use against her.
The dress was simple, the soft, grey fabric hugging her curves showing her hour glass figure professionally, yet stylishly. The bands of yellow encircling her waist added that pop of color that she lived for. If she didn't want to wear color every day of her life, then she could be a funeral director.
Keeping the close fitted dress in mind, Felicity opted for a thin, black thong that rode low on her hips. It was one of her sexier pairs of lingerie, but no one was going to see them. That was the whole point, wasn't it?
Shedding the towel from around her torso, letting the object fall to the ground with a soft thud, Felicity bent at the waste, stepping into the thin scrap of fabric. Hoisting the thong up her thighs, Felicity wiggled her hips from side to side until the undergarment was nestled between her hipbones. The string in the back slowly slid between the cheeks of her ass, making her shiver, but the feeling quickly subsided when it slid into place.
Never missing an opportunity to check herself out, Felicity turned her head to the side, gazing at the blonde, petite woman looking back at her through the floor length mirror. Her gaze settled on the firm, roundness of her own behind and she smiled. She looked hot and she knew it; too bad she couldn't flaunt it in front of the only person she would let see her like this. Stupid Neanderthal.
She had thought that Oliver was more of a breast guy, based on the tabloids showing off the well endowed, super models that he had dated in his earlier years, but if his almost obsessive need to touch her ass all the time, not just during sex, was any indication, she had converted him. Her lips turned up into a smirk, remembering the feeling of his strong fingers kneading into her firm globes, his hands engulfing her within the expansion of his hand.
She smirked; perhaps she had more of an affect on him that she had initially thought. She would have to ask him when this whole battle of wills was over. How many days did she have to go again? 23? Frak.
Feeling the beginning of arousal starting to dampen the place between her legs, Felicity quickly turned her attention back to the dresser, feeling the rush of heat to her cheeks. She searched for the matching bra in the contents of the dresser drawer, trying to ignore the rising arousal building between her legs like a fire being stoked. Rubbing her legs together, the friction sending a slight shiver done her spine. Why couldn't she shake the feeling that she was being watched?
Ugh, Felicity chastised herself, pull yourself together Smoak. She needed to get out of here fast before she had to take Oliver up on that "very personal day off."
Finally finding the matching garment, Felicity yanked the bra out of the dresser and slammed the door shut, maybe a little too harshly, but she couldn't think about that now. She had to concentrate on steadying her shaking hands as she tried to thrust her arm through one of the straps. But before she could do just this, two iron bands wrapped around her waist. The smell of sandalwood and something decidedly male assaulted her sense of smell, making the butterflies in her stomach explode into chaos.
"Hey, baby," a voice sounded just behind her ear, the iron bands around her waist pulling her flush against a very male body behind her. She was so close that she could feel the individual grooves of muscles that distinguished his pectorals and remarkable abs.
She felt her body betray her the moment it recognized her mate pulling her further into his embrace, the lacey bra in her hands falling to the floor, forgotten. He was like a drug, her body knowing what it naturally craved and given that she was already slightly aroused, it was as if she had no physical control over her own actions.
"Oliver," she replied, her voice no louder than a whisper, but she knew that he had heard her because a second later she felt more than heard the deep purr resonating from his chest as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. She gasped as the scruff along his jaw tickled the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder, sending a tingling pleasure all the way down to her toes. She couldn't help it; she was under her spell. She tilted her head to the side giving him better access to her neck, silently asking for more. She nearly came undone with his answering growl of approval.
"Do you know what you do to me, Fe-lic-ity?" he murmured against her neck, drawing out her name like he knew made her weak in the knees, "Do you know how my body responds as I watch you getting dressed? Too far to slide my hands around you, feeling your ass between my hands or not close enough to see the puckering of the rosy bud atop your perfectly shaped breast?" He was breathing heavily now, "It's too damn much."
Opting to show her how much seeing her naked affected him, Oliver gently pressed her hardening shaft into the plushness of her ass cheeks, not missing the way her breath hitched in her throat. His primal need to howl as he heard the woman he loved gasp at his growing arousal nearly made him crazy with want. He needed her, right now.
Even in her aroused drunkenness, there was no way that Felicity missed the way that she affected Oliver and a part of her, the primal female part of her, wanted to preen in front of him, showing him just how happy it made her that she had this affect on him. She could feel that he wanted her by the way his hand began rubbing slow circles against her abdomen, his pinky finger teasing the edges of her thong, keeping her guessing as to when and if he would take the plunge. It was all so exciting.
"I'm so hard for you right now, baby," he growled, a hint of strain in his voice that made her shiver, he was barely holding on right now and any movement, no matter how small, could make him snap. A part of her wanted him to snap, to throw her against a wall, a dresser, a bed, anything, and feel that animalistic hunger devour her, never letting her go until they were both spent. But something, buried deep in her mind, kept her still and she chose to listen to that something.
He wasn't playing fair though, he had captured her earlobe between his lips and was sucking it lightly knowing that it was an erogenous zone for her. His tongue flicked the sensitive bit of flesh between his lips and it physically caused her legs to shake, but he was there, holding her against him, never letting her fall to the ground.
Felicity couldn't stop the sensual mewl that left her lips as she rose to stand on her toes, her head falling against his shoulder and to the side, begging for more. Oliver took this as his cue and Felicity felt his lips leave her ear as they trailed wet kisses down the sharp edge of her jaw and follow the corded muscle of her neck. He stopped to linger at the stop where he could feel the beat of her pulse beneath her skin and lavished the area with tiny licks and nibbles, marking it as his.
Felicity's right arm came up of its own accord, her hand finding the back of Oliver's head, gently pressing his face closer to the nape of her neck, silently begging him to never stop. When she felt his lips turn up into a smile, she smiled too, using her finger nails to gently scratch the nape of his neck, earning her a moan of pleasure from his own lips, the vibrations scouring over her shoulder and making the heat between her legs pool even more.
Felicity's attention was pulled from the lips currently sucking on her shoulder to the hand that had disappeared below the lining of her panties. She gasped when a calloused hand slid over her mound, a palm pressing against the already wet folds between her legs. Her body convulsed as he gently massaged her sensitive folds atop his hand, pulling a cry of need from her lips. Her brain was short circuiting, flashes of lightening zipping behind her closed eyes. She keeled forward, her knees bending, seeking more contact with his hand, but Oliver was there, pulling her back up against him as if she weighed nothing.
"Tell me what you want, Felicity," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to tease the outer shell of her ear. She was about to answer him, but then she felt his fingers gently brush through the slit between her labia ripping a shout from her mouth, a little whimpers to follow as he stroked her with his experienced digits. It truly wasn't fair for someone to be this good.
Her body trembled beneath his touch, her lungs gasping for breath as her arousal skyrocketed, her chest heaving with the effort to stay in control.
She felt herself being turned towards the right as Oliver's low voice rumbled from his chest, "Open your eyes, baby."
Feeling the call of her lover, something inside of her demanded her response and she did as she was told. She opened her eyes and nearly came undone with the picture they presented as they were reflected in the floor length mirror before her.
She could see Oliver, dressed in his usual grey suit and black tie, looking back at her with his blue eyes. But what caught her attention was not the electric blue coloring of his eyes, but the barely restrained, lust filling his eyes as he stared into her own blue eyes. It made her feel so many different things, that she was sure she was going to explode if one more emotion was added to the mix.
It was all very erotic as she watched his soft lips to the ridge of her jaw, alternating between soft kisses and little nips all the while his gentle fingers massaging her sex.
As if his physical ministrations were like a pulley system, her eyes were dragged from his to rest upon the hand that was half concealed by the thin fabric of her thong. She watched as it languidly rose and fell against her body, the individual chords of muscle working beneath his skin, the veins in his hand popping outwards as his own blood pumped through his body.
Oliver leaned his cheek against her own as he watched her eyes flutter in arousal, finally feeling some sort of peace as he held her to him, his basic need to feel her in every sense of the word slowly filling the void that he had felt all week.
He had her right where he wanted her and he knew it.
"I can give you what you want, sweetheart," he offered, giving her the slightest taste of what they both knew she wanted and needed at that moment with a swipe of his thumb over her clit. He grinned as the woman in his arms arched her back, a small cry slipping from her lovely, kissable lips. "Just say the words and you can have it all and more."
He continued his ministration, working her up as he did, knowing full well what he was doing to her. He had told her that he wasn't going to play fair and he always kept his promises.
"Say it, Ms. Smoak," he smiled softly, nearly having her melting in the palm of his hand, and in some ways he guessed she already was, "Admit it."
Somewhere in the back of Felicity's mind, a warning bell was ringing, something wasn't right, but she quickly banished it from her mind at the way his fingers kept coaxing her to the edge before stopping at just the right moment before she fell over the edge. She was whimpering now, her body shaking with the need for release, but he wouldn't give it to her, he kept asking her to admit something, but what?
"Three little words, baby," he murmured against her ear, his thumb pressing into her clit, "You. Need. Me."
As if lightening had struck her, Felicity's eyes flashed open, her mind coming to a screeching halt as his words sank into her very being. She whirled in his arms, the movement forcing his hand to be ripped from between her thighs causing her to bite her cheek in order to stop the moan of displeasure slipping between her lips.
The sudden movement caused Oliver to momentarily lose his tight grip on her, forcing her to stumble backwards a bit, her back hitting the sharpened edges of the dresser behind her. She welcomed the sting of pain, causing her mind to sharpen as she leveled her eyes at the smirking man before her, his eyes alight with mischief and orneriness as he once again slithered his arms around her waist, his hands resting lightly on the small of her back.
"Oliver Jonas Queen," she bit out, demanding that her lungs get there shit together and steady her breathing, "Get. Out."
Oliver smiled like a Cheshire cat, looking down at her like he had won something, his hands sliding from the small of her back to firmly cup the firmness of her ass cheeks between his hands. He pulled her against him, his stirring cock pocking her against her hip as he kneaded the plush mounds of flesh between his fingers.
"I told you I wouldn't play fair, baby," he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. She saw his eyes flick to her mouth and she knew that if he so much as brushed his lips against her's she was done for.
Reaching down to the depths of her soul, Felicity managed to pull together every minute scrap of her resolve left, using it to bring her hands up to his chest, pushing against him roughly.
"Out."
Oliver tensed for a second, his fingers frozen on her ass in mid-squeeze and Felicity had to bite her tongue to hold off the groan threatening to overwhelm her if he didn't remove himself from her right now.
As if in slow motion, Felicity watched in rapt attention as Oliver's muscles rolled beneath his skin as if he was forcing them to calm by the shear power of will. It was so damn sexy, she thought, but she couldn't focus on that. Instead she kept her eyes on him, narrowed in faux annoyance, not missing the cold air rushing against her naked skin the moment his arms left their place around her waist, his hands leaving the tops of her ass.
Though she was faking the whole I'm very pissed at you attitude, she was also very impressed with the brute. He had coaxed her into a false sense of security, using her love for coffee, in her favorite coffee mug, to lower her defenses, giving him the time to fulfill her voyeuristic fantasies and to sneak up on her unawares. Very clever. It wasn't judgment she was feeling, but pride. No one should ever underestimate Oliver Queen, least of all her.
Finally feeling as though he had better control over his actions, Oliver finally focused his gaze back on the beautiful, nearly naked blonde before him. He stared into her icy, blue eyes and could see the building resolve behind those remarkable irises. He knew that his time had come to retreat, but he knew he had far from lost this latest battle of seduction. If anything, the last few minutes proved to him, that no matter how stubborn his Felicity was, she was just as affected by him as he was of her and that's all he needed to know. This knowledge would satisfy him, for now.
However, he knew that no matter how much he wanted to throw her up against the nearest solid object, they did actually have to go into work today and so with that, he made his decision. Turning on his heel, his walked the distance until he came upon the door that led from the bedroom towards the rest of the apartment, but unwilling to go another step without getting in the last word (I mean, he was Oliver Freaking Queen,) he turned around, gazing at the still glaring blonde, unable to keep the words from tumbling out of his mouth.
He looked at her, a smirk spreading to the corners of his lips, his gaze raking over her one last time, "You know, I nearly had you Ms. Smoak."
Before he could make his speedy exit, a ball of white, damp fluff was hurled in his direction, but his caught it easily in his hand, bringing it to his nose as he recognized it as the towel she had been wearing when she emerged from the bathroom. He could smell the scent of her strawberry shampoo and ocean breeze body wash in the material and it made a growl escape from his lips. If he saw the slight gulp of her slim throat as she took a retreating step in reply to his growl, he didn't let her know.
Damn if she didn't try to appear unaffected and intimidating, all five foot four of her in that moment, crossing her thin arms over her just. She was just down right adorable, making his chest tighten, but he still forced himself to turn from her, gently closing the door with a soft thud.
As Felicity finally let down her guard, needing to lean against the cool, wood structure of the dresser behind her, Felicity finally let the breath she had been holding pass her lips. Her legs wobbled as they strained to keep her from collapsing to the ground. In a compromise, she allowed her body to slowly glide down the dresser until she sat on the floor, pulling her legs up to her chest. She knew that she was already going to be late for work, so what was another ten minutes, really?
Perhaps Oliver's idea of a "personal morning" wasn't such a bad idea after. Thinking of this morning, the ringing of her alarm clock seeming as though it was lifetimes away, she thought, amusingly, that maybe the score was a little even now.
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