Lightly drumming her fingers against the cardboard box in her hand, Felicity thought over the circumstances that brought her here. She knew that it was all her doing, but she couldn't help but feel she had been backed into a corner and no one puts Felicity Smoak in the corner!
The small box, while small and sleek, had beautiful purple calligraphy scrawled across the face marketing it as: Fifty Shades Free Knicker Vibrator. Felicity ran her eyes over the suave lettering a couple of times, wondering when she had become the girl who even entertained the idea of buying sex toys. She had never been that girl before, but here she was, holding the contraception in her hands and if she was being honest with herself, they were slightly shaky hands.
Felicity quickly looked at the clock on her bedside table, she had about 15 minutes before she had to leave for work. That was plenty of time to test out her newest purchase, right? If anything, it was always her curiosities that got her in the worst trouble, but she couldn't think about that right now. She was just thinking of the sweet release that waited for her on the other side.
Opening the box, she emptied the contents onto the dresser top just in front of her, spacing the objects out so she could better assess them. The first object was a thin pair of black, lace panties that had a pocket along the bottom. She supposed they looked comfortable enough with the strings on either side to adjust to the wearers correct size. The second object was the vibrator itself. It a deep purple in color and smooth as silk with its silicone covering. Looking at it now, the tiny bullet like object, she didn't know how it gave women the multiple orgasms it claimed to being so small in size. After all she was to Oliver's huge…wait, stop. Anyway, she guessed she would have to wait for judgment until after she tried it out. The third and final object was the remote itself. She's opted to go with the wireless controller for a more discreet feeling; she didn't need to be explaining why a cord was threading out of her pants, did she. Absolutely not.
This was her little secret and her's alone. She had tried to force down the growing need between her legs for the past couple of weeks, but it was no use. She was a woman, a woman with needs and she couldn't be denied any longer. The thought of finding someone for a quick, one night stand was obviously out of the question, she would die of sexual frustration before she ever betrayed Oliver in that way, or any other, and so she had looked elsewhere for relief.
She thought about pleasuring herself, but then the idea sparked in her genius head that maybe it was time to explore other avenues of her sexuality. She knew that it was going to take something new and exciting to keep her satisfied, at least until this dreaded bet between her and Oliver was over.
So, with her head held high and her eyes forward, Felicity Smoak had marched into that adult store and straight to the back all the while hoping that she didn't bump into anyone she knew, particularly anyone in green leather. Not that the Arrow ever perused around these particular stores, but the location wasn't particularly the best and if Oliver found out she was here by herself in the part of the Glades, well lets just say that she wouldn't put it past him to fall through the sky light and drag her out of there.
To be quite honest, the thought of Oliver following her into that store was a little bit of a turn on, but she couldn't think about that because he was the precise reason why she was even here in the first place.
Turning her attention back to the three items on the dresser, she quickly through the box into her top drawer before picking up the panties and the bullet vibrator. Finding the pocket was easy, given that it was the portion of the underwear with the most fabric. The vibrator slid in nicely, the fabric wrapping around the silicone like a second skin, the bullet nestled discreetly in the bottom of the panties.
Taking a deep breath, Felicity bent down to step in to the designated legs holes of the underwear, pulling them up along her legs, her mouth drying with each inch they climbed upwards. This was crazy, absolutely crazy. When she was able to shimmy the panties over her hips, she had to hold in a gasp when she felt the bulbous outline of the bottle gently nudging the already sensitive area where her clitoris was.
Just the feeling of the bullet made her a little wet and wasn't that just sad? All week she had been a raging mess, yelling at innocent bystanders out of frustration, and even when she'd already had her coffee for the morning. No, coffee hadn't even spared her the foul mood that was like a dark cloud over her all week. When she'd snapped at poor Jerry in the IT department, Jerry who was a struggling, single father of three, she knew that she had to do something.
Felicity looked to the last remaining object on her dresser, the blasted remote. It sat there, smugly, coaxing her to take charge and to give her body what it desperately craved, but a small voice in her head kept her hands at her sides and her eyes fixed on the object. She stood there, a war beneath the service of her mind, until in utter frustration, Felicity grabbed the remote in her hand. The remote felt good, like its bullet counterpart, it was a smooth silicone as well, but with one difference. The remote had a couple of buttons that intrigued her instant.
The first, of course, was the power button, which she pushed immediately (like ripping off a band-aid, you got to jump right in.) The second set of buttons were four arrows pointing in different directions in the middle of the remote. The first two, the up and down pointed arrows, according to the instructions, were for the bullets intensity when in motion. She squeezed her legs at the word intensity, she wondered briefly how intense things would get. The second set of arrows were the ones pointed left to right, which as indicated, were for different rhythms and that excited Felicity immensely. Perhaps the packaging was correct when it bragged by saying women could last for hours playing with the different settings. Who needed men when you had fun little contraptions like these, she wondered.
Placing her thumb directly over the upward pointing arrow, Felicity took in a deep breath before laughing on the exhale. She didn't know why she was so nervous all of a sudden. She was a healthy, sexually active female and she was allowed to pleasure her own self, dammit. And she needed this, really needed this, if she was going to survive this last week of hell with that hunk of a god just yards away, no doubt eating a bowl of cereal right this minute.
Unable to keep from glancing at her shut, bedroom door, Felicity took a peak in the direction where she knew Oliver would be sitting at the kitchen table, the sports section of the local newspaper fanned out across the table and his favorite bowl of cereal just in front of him. She couldn't lie, the thought of him just sitting out there unaware of her actions behind the privacy of her door was a little bit of a turn on and so, with that delicious thought in her mind, she clicked the button. What came next was simultaneous.
Instantly, Felicity's legs buckled as the smooth vibration of the bullet caressed her sensitive nub, pulling a strangled cry from her lips at the pure joy she felt at that moment. She caught herself from falling to the floor when her hands were able to grasp the edges of the dressed, thankful that Dig had made her do those arm exercises during her self defense training, it was the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground at the moment.
Squeezing her legs together, desperate to feel every vibration, Felicity's head feel against the dresser as the manipulations sent her into a frenzy. She could feel the growing tension between her thighs and couldn't wait for it's completing. She yearned for a bit of release, needing it like she needed air at the moment, which she was sucking down in shallow breaths as her arousal climbed higher and higher. She could feel it, just on the tip of her tongue, she was so close…
"Felicity?"
Frak!
Startled at the male voice, Felicity accidentally dropped the remote to the ground, instantly shutting off the device. Felicity felt a whimper escape from her lips as the vibration slowly decreased, leaving her at the height of arousal with nothing to send her over the edge. Dammit, why did this keep happening to her?
The sound of the bedroom door slowly being opened, Felicity quickly kicked the remote under the dresser before seeing Oliver's large frame slide into the room, his eyes searching the room immediately for any signs of danger. When he was satisfied that the area was secure, his eyes landed on her, in all her half naked glory. She swallowed against his lazy perusal of her, clad in her underwear and bra, but she kept her head up and her eyes forward, unwilling to be cowed like a teenager caught doing something illegal. Grown woman, duh.
When his eyes finally came to rest on her's, she had to keep from physically sticking her tongue out of him when she saw a brief glint of amusement in his eyes. Dammit, nothing ever phased him. Instead, she just stood there. He was the one barging in on her after all, she didn't have to say anything.
Tilting his head to the side, the way that made her insides melt, he looked at her curiously, "Are you okay?" When she didn't answer right away he continued, "I heard you yelp."
"I don't yelp, Oliver," she said a little lamely, waiving her hand in dismissal trying to hide the flushing of her cheeks, "I thought I saw a mouse and I just…"
She looked back at him, a knowing glance looking back at her.
"Okay," she huffed, "I yelped! But you trying being cool and collected when their beaty, little eyes are looking at you and their creepy little tails as swooshing back and forth."
"Swooshing?" he asked amused.
"Ya, what does your tail movement sound like?" she asked a little dumbfounded, but had to shake herself out of her reverie. This conversation was wildly getting weird, but a part of her like it, I reminded her of how they used to be and that made a small burst of warmth flood throughout her chest.
Oliver just grunted before turning back towards the hallway, "As long as you're sure you're okay."
"Oh ya," Felicity said a little too cheerily, "Just perfect."
When Oliver didn't disappear like she thought he would down the hallway, she decided that it was going to have to be her to break the awkward silence between them.
"Oh frak, would you look at the time," she said, gesturing towards her alarm clock, "I'm going to be late for work."
She heard the smirk in Oliver's voice, "I can always make a call on your behalf to the boss."
Felicity glanced at him over her shoulder as she made her way to her closet, suddenly very aware of her half nakedness, "That won't be necessary, Oliver, I'll just throw on a dress, some killer pumps and be on my way."
And she did just that, exiting the large, walk in closet when she was dressed and ready to start the day. She was a little startled to still see Oliver at the bedroom door, staring at her, but she busied herself by finding her matching purse and coat before she walked towards the door.
Looking at him expectantly, he moved minutely to let her past him as she made to exit the apartment. There was no way she was staying a second longer under his watchful gaze. She supposed that she would have to stop on her way to work to grab her morning coffee, she didn't exactly trust her newly aroused libido at the moment. IF she was walking a little funny this morning, could any really blame her?
Calling her last goodbye to Oliver over her shoulder, she didn't have the opportunity to see the growing smirk across the devilishly, handsome face.
There were three things that Felicity Smoak hated, and Felicity Smoak didn't hate lightly. Those three things were Kangaroos, Isabel Rochev and early morning business meetings (not necessarily in that order.) Having to smile while in the presence and attendance of the latter two mentioned, didn't bode well for a smooth work day.
For one, the business meetings were rarely an efficient use of her or Oliver's time. All the board members cared about were the numbers of the current quarter and the projections for the next, but they rarely ever contributed anything towards the goals and demands they set for the company and it just rubbed Felicity the wrong leg. More times than not, the board members would demand results, more often than not ridiculing Oliver because he was a man and his name was on the building, and so that allowed Isabel Rochev to just smirk from her seat at his side.
No matter how much she dislike these meetings or its occupants, like the incredibly loyal and responsible executive assistant she was, Felicity remained in perfect attendance. And that is why she found herself sitting in her normal chair, to Oliver's right (who wasn't here yet, typical) with her iPad already out and ready to take notes.
The other seats at the table began to fill shortly after she had taken her seat, the chatter in the room growing louder with each individual joining the ranks. Pleasant greetings were shared before talking of the failing company's stock quickly took centerfold in ninety percent of the conversations around her. Felicity had to bite her tongue, in fear that one of her well-intentioned rambles might land her on the street, jobless, if the current glaring Russian in the room had anything to say about it.
Just when she thought she was going to need to excuse herself from the table and search for Oliver herself, he breezed into the room, a smile on his face. Normally seeing his smiling face always brought her out of whatever dull mood she was in, but in the circumstance it made her look back at him quizzically. If there was anyone in this room, who hated these meetings as much as she did, if not more, it was Oliver Queen.
Still, he made eye contact with all the board members as they settled in their seats and nodded in greeting.
"Ladies," he began nodding to herself and Isabel, "Gentlemen. If you don't mind, I would like to get things started. There is a situation that needs my immediate attention after we finish things here."
Her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, Felicity quickly pulled up Oliver's daily schedule for today unable to remember any "situations" that would need his undivided attention afterwards. When his schedule for the day came up blank after this meeting, her suspicions were confirmed. Oliver Queen was up to something.
If Oliver sensed Felicity's quizzical glances in his direction, he didn't give any signs to her that he did. Instead, he placed a small box on the table, angling it behind him and with a small remote in his left hand, he turned on the small device. Instantly, a brightly colored presentation popped up behind him detailing the numbers for the last quarter.
Oliver began talking to his captive audience, but Felicity couldn't hear a word he was saying. Instead she found herself taking in the way he stood, as he talked to the board members, the hand with the small remote accentuating whatever he was talking about in bold movements. But it was the other hand that intrigued her. His right hand hadn't moved from his jacket pocket as if whatever else lied in that pocket as precious to him, unwilling to part with it for even a moment.
Staring at the hand buried in his suit pocket, she wasn't sure if the slight tensing of his fist within the pocket was real or just her mind playing tricks on her. However, she was unable to think on that any further when her mind suddenly split under the low vibration between her legs.
An low, but audible gasp escaped her lips as the vibrations sent delicious shivers all around her, pooling into a thick dampness between her thighs. Acutely aware of the few glances sent her way as Oliver continued his presentation, Felicity gripped the underside of the table, closing her eyes, willing herself to keep from moaning as the vibration coaxed her arousal.
As soon as the vibration had began, it had stopped and Felicity had to physically restrain herself from letting a whimper escape through her lips, there would be no coming back from that one, especially under the scrutinizing gaze of Isabel Rochev just on the other side of the table.
Chancing a peak between her thighs, Felicity briefly wondered the odds of buying malfunctioning vibrating underwear when she felt the low vibrations again. However, this time the intensity was a little stronger, causing her to release a strangle cough to cover up the nearly overwhelming need to mewl on the spot. She could feel her clit responding to the teasing of the vibrations and she knew she had to do something before she made a complete fool of herself in front of the whole board of director's.
Before she could think of a way to politely excuse herself from the meeting, Oliver's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"Ms. Smoak," he said, a calmness to his tone, "Is everything alright? You look a bit bothered."
Was it just her or was it the way that he said that last word a little...intentional. No, that was impossible; there was no way he knew what she was going through at the present moment. At least something was going well for her this morning. His use of the word "bothered" was purely coincidental, she told herself.
"Of course, Mr. Queen, everything is fine," she lied, a forced smile spreading over her face. If the way her cheeks screamed at the way she forced it, she knew that Oliver, knowing her so well, would see right through it. Nevertheless, she powered through it, "I just need to use the ladies room. Apparently when your body needs to expel three cups of coffee, it waits for no one."
Stiffening at her inappropriate babble, Felicity closed her eyes, unwilling to look at anyone else in the room. Besides, the back of her eyelids looked the black hole that she wished she could fall into right now, and that gave her a miniscule amount of piece.
"Very well, Ms. Smoak," Oliver's amused voice said, penetrating her mental chastising of herself, "Please feel free to use my personal restroom as it is just around the corner." He waved dismissively around the room, "We're almost done here anyway and there were some things I wished to discuss with you."
Tilting her head in appreciation, Felicity got to her feet, just then realizing how shaking her legs were when she was forced to use the edge of the table to steady herself before she was able to take a confident step forward. She could feel all the eyes of the room solely on her and that's what initially propelled her forward.
Taking long and what hopefully looked like purposeful strides towards the glass door, Felicity managed to cross the length of the conference room without so much as a misstep all the while biting her tongue, when the vibrational rhythm of the bullet changed as she placed her hand on the door.
"I'll be there shortly," she heard Oliver's voice from behind her, but she didn't turn around. She knew by the slight connotation in his voice what she would see in his eyes and she wouldn't be able to handle any of that right now, not with the physical state she was in at the moment. No, one disastrous thing at a time. First thing was first: these panties were coming off! Well, as soon as she was behind the safety and privacy of the bathroom door that is, she wasn't going to get fired and arrest for public indecency.
Making her way to Oliver's office and letting walk through the glass door, she couldn't help taking in the sleek, modern furniture, her eyes landing on the very chair that she'd used in her own devilish games just the other day. She couldn't help but think that her current predicament was a consequence of leaving Oliver as she did. Sure, it had been cruel, but he had deserved it, hadn't he? Why did she now deserve this? She guessed it wasn't her place to try to understand Karma or her judgment. After all, she was a bitch, wasn't she?
Slipping through the door of the executive restroom just to the right of Oliver's office, Felicity finally let out the small breath that she'd been holding ever since she left the meeting room. She felt her shoulder relax in the silence and that is when she realized that the vibrating had stopped. Finally! Perhaps the batteries had finally worn out.
"Stupid technology," she muttered leaning her hands against the sink, starring at herself in the mirror, "Or rather stupid programmer." Technology was rarely to blame she corrected herself. The machine was just doing as it was programmed to do. Was it the machines fault that the programming was inefficient?
Felicity made a mental note to write to the company about the faulty programming, thinking briefly if she should send her own coding back to them in email form. She thought better of it. The last thing she needed was for the email to be traced back to her. She could see the headlines now. Besides, she didn't have any room on her resume for "Sex toy programmer."
Still, she thought, the range on this thing was remarkable. She remembered reading on the package that the remote had to be within a certain radius to work, but she couldn't remember the exact distance with the way her brain was nearly fried. Still, she would have thought the distance too great once she crossed the threshold of her front door when leaving this morning.
Thinking of this morning, she chastised herself for not stripping off these infernal panties and changing into another pair, preferable with no tech and comfortable cotton fabric. However, she remembered the intense need to get out of the heavy weight of Oliver's gaze and gave herself a mental pat of understanding. What was a girl to do under such observation from a beautiful man who she was trying to avoid?
Pulling her thoughts from earlier this morning, Felicity once against trained her focus on the task at hand. Carefully, Felicity hiked her dressed above her hips, the black, lace of her underwear coming into view in the mirror. She couldn't help, but smirk at herself, she really did look hot in them. It was too bad she wanted to throw them in a burning fire and watch them turn to ash, the wretchedly, beautiful thing.
Starting to slide the underwear below her hips, she stopped immediately. She couldn't go commando the rest of the work day, no way. Her mind raced at what she should do, when the obvious finally made it way through her muddled mind.
Feeling around her underwear, Felicity found the opening to the little pocket just beneath her vagina and pulled out the offending bullet. Without a moment's hesitation, she tossed it away. It wasn't a blazing inferno, but the trashcan would have to do.
"Felicity."
"Jesus, Oliver," Felicity balked, a hand flying to her chest, "Don't you knock?" She turned to see him staring at her casually as he leaned against the doorframe like he owned the place. Okay, he did own the place, but did he always have to look so damn good?
"Felicity," he spoke, not hiding the amusement in his voice, "This my private bathroom, not the lady's room." He stalked towards her like a predator circling his prey and she had to force her attention elsewhere before she allowed her self to be trapped by his enthrallment.
Felicity grunted, smoothing her hands down the sides of her skirt, acutely aware that it was still hiked above her hipbones. She tilted her head done in faux concentration to better hide her embarrassment of being caught. But she mentally corrected herself, Oliver had no idea what was going on and so she had nothing to be worried about.
When she couldn't ignore his advancement any longer, she steeled herself as she gazed up into cool, blue eyes. What she saw behind those eyes was nothing short of amusement and lust all together, threatening to sweep her legs right out from underneath her, but she had subconsciously back herself against the bathroom sink and therefor was able to lean into it for physical support. Otherwise she would have to lean into his powerful, intimidating frame and that wasn't an option at the moment. Not for another week that is. Instead, she just bit her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting for what he would do next.
It seems that Oliver had different idea when it came to who or what she was holding onto when it came to keeping herself upright because moments later, she felt two, roughened hands slide effortlessly around her jaw, cupping her head between his strong arms and pulling her too him. She was powerless to stop the small step her body took, bringing her closer to his massive frame, her eyes never leaving his as they searched her face, perhaps mesmerizing the details he saw before him.
"I've missed you, Ms. Smoak," he whispered as his breath washed over her face, making her eyes flutter before him. His eyes flew to her lips, letting his right thumb gently pull her trapped bottom lip from its prison between her teeth, "I just wanted to see you."
Felicity couldn't help but lean into his hand, relishing in the warm feeling of his hand on her face once again. She had missed the hands, their warmth, their strength, their everything. Still she had to keep the mood light, she couldn't let her defenses crumble so easily, not when she was so close to winning.
"You see me all the time, Oliver," she teased, a small smile playing on her lips, "We work and live together, remember?"
Oliver was quiet, as if giving her statemtent thought. Then his eyes slid back to her's and she had to stifle the gasp rising from her chest. The intensity of his blue eyes nearly made her mewl with need right there, but she tamped down that urge and instead, settled for letting her hands rise up between them, clasping her smaller hands around his arms, that still lingered on either side of face.
"I haven't forgotten, Ms. Smoak," he finally replied, his voice heavy with a tone that spoke to something deep within her, something primal that made her want to give in at that very moment, but she held her ground.
"Oliver," she started, looking into his eyes with a curious look of her own, "What do you want?" She was thankful that her voice was unwavering, but she knew they both could hear the genuine intrigue in her voice and something about that excited her. Knowing that he knew her so well, that he possibly mesmerized all the inflections of her voice just like she had him, made her want to kiss him senseless.
Ever the silent and vigilant type, Oliver mauled over her question, disregarding the ironic wording of her question. That was the question of the month wasn't it? What was it he wanted? She wanted? He needed? She needed?
Felicity felt it the instant Oliver's hands dropped from her face, fluidly landing on her hips, pulling her forward. Her hands immediately dropped from his, landing on his strong chest, to balance herself from falling into him. When she was able to right herself again, she looked at him, waiting for him to speak, but if his action just now and the growing bulge between them was any indication, she knew what his reply would be before he even parted his lips.
"You," he whispered, the breath exhaled with that single word flowing over her like a gentle caress, "I want you, Felicity Smoak."
Without giving Felicity the time to process his words, Oliver covered her barely parted lips with his. Her first reaction was to stiffen in his hold, the surprise feeling of his familiar plush lips on her's again immediately making her soften against him, her hands rising up until her hands were buried in the short hairs along his neck.
This felt good, he felt good and the moment his tongue swept against her bottom lip, asking silent for entry into her mouth, she granted it was a slight moan. His tongue was devouring her in an instant, his stronger frame bending her over gently until the coolness of the bathroom sink once again dug into her back, but she didn't care. What she was feeling now was beyond any amount of discomfort. She was back where she belonged, with him, just as he belonged with her.
She marveled in the way both his tongue and hands followed their own paths, feeling as if for the first time, leaving nothing untouched or unexplored. The feeling was quite remarkable, the way he could both sooth the tension that had gripped her the last three weeks in just the gentleness of his touches and simultaneously ignite a fire within her with the wickedness of his tongue. It was calming and exhilarating, like being at home and on the brink of adventure.
Wanting nothing more than this passion to never end, Felicity angled her mouth over his, deepening the kiss and was rewarded when a low growl poured from his lips. She swallowed the growl greedily, feeling as though it became a part of her as her blood pumped throughout her body, sparking new life into her, a new lust that was rattling a cage deep inside of her.
Turning her head to the side, gulping air into her lungs as they burned with the need for more oxygen, she basked in his immediate attention to her neck, placing hot kissing along the column of her corded muscle. It sent delicious shivers straight down to her heeled feet, curling her toes against the smooth material of her heels.
"Oliver," she whispered, her own voice sounding low and guttural, like that of a woman fully caressed by kisses, even to her own ears.
Blue eyes returned to her's, his lips taking her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it lightly before replying seductively, "Fe-lic-ity."
Felicity closed her eyes against the shiver than ran up her spine, sliding her hands from his neck to gently place them on his powerful chest once more. She could feel the heavy rise and fall of his breaths and she didn't miss the heaving pounding of his heart just beneath where her right hand lied atop his heart.
She quickly realized that her hands atop his white dress shirt, wasn't enough for her. She needed to feel him, the real him beneath her fingers. She needed to feel the hot flesh beneath her own and she needed to feel it now.
"Oliver," she croaked, the need almost making it unbearable to talk, "Take the damn suit jack off."
Oliver's only answer was a light, "Yes, ma'am."
As if it was the most practiced task, Oliver fluidly removed his jacket from around his shoulders and arms, letting it fall gracefully to the floor. But what caught Felicity's attention was not the soft thud of cloth hitting the bathroom floor, but the hard thud that came with it.
She was spared that rabbit whole of thoughts when a loud vibration startled her out of her trance. Immediately her head whipped to the right, her eyes growing wide as the offending object came into view from her muddled brain.
She was once again staring at the trashcan that now housed a very live, very loud buzzing and she didn't think there was a black hole large enough to hide her now.
"Oh frak," she muttered, her hands flying to her face in mortification. She didn't dare look at Oliver or the obvious look of confusion that no doubtedly that lie on his face, "This is going to be on of the most awkward conversations of my life and that's saying something."
Waiting for Oliver's inevitable questions, felicity stood there, unwilling to make eye contact with him just yet, but instead she heard the rustling of fabric and chastised herself for killing the mood. He was probably putting back on his jacket and going to make a quick exit like she wished she could make right now.
As if waking up from a dream, the offending noise stopped just as soon as it started. Felicity's illogical side of her brain hoping that it had all happened in her head, that maybe this was her subconscious telling her to put on her breaks. Holding on to that thought for dear life, knowing the odds of that being true were slim to none. Nevertheless, she chanced a peak between her fingers and what she found on the other side nearly made her stroke out on the bathroom floor.
Looking back at her full of amusement, a devilish smile across his face, was one Oliver Queen holding a purple, silicone remote in the palm of his hand. A fracking silicone remote!
Felicity blanched when her mind suddenly short-circuited as the whole days events suddenly came crashing down around her.
No, no, and no, she thought, this cannot be happening to me. I refuse to believe that this is remotely a possibility of happening to me right now. What the frack?!
"Oliver Jonas Queen," she managed to bite out around the sudden flooding off accusations that she barely contained just below the surface, "What in the name of Google are you doing with that?" She pointed to the very bane of her existence as if the object needed further attention in the room.
Oliver had the decency to soften his features a fraction for a brief moment before turning back to her, his Oliver Queen mask firmly in place before answering her question, but not really answering her question in typical Oliver Queen fashion.
"Honestly Felicity," he mused, a smirk firmly etched into his face, boy she wished she had the motor function in her arm to knock it off his face, "Did you think I didn't know what vibrating underwear looked like? I am Ollie Queen."
When Felicity just gaped at him, at a total loss for words, Oliver shrugged his shoulders at her sheepishly with a grin still stretching his mouth, "I told you I wasn't going to fight fair."
Felicity felt her cheeks flame in embarrassment her eyes narrowing on the floor as flashes of her this morning, running out of the apartment like the devil himself was chasing her, leaving the remote behind and her utterly vulnerable to today's events.
Her eyes focused back on him as he chuckled, "Don't you think I owed you after your little tease in the office last week?"
"Asshole," she chastised, unable to stop her own grin from forming on his face at the fond memory. Perhaps he was right, the insufferable bastard, she had played dirty and just like he had promised time and time again, he wouldn't exactly being playing fair either.
Still, she was disappointed in herself for allowing her original plan to secretly get herself off be foiled by none other than the man who she didn't want to get her off. Okay, that was a lie, but one she couldn't let that happen with until another week or so.
Stepping towards him, with her hand outstretched, she fixed her eyes on him.
"Give it to me." She didn't need to say anything further, if the raised eyebrow from the mail in front of her was any indication; he knew exactly what she wanted.
Oliver slowly closed the distance between them, his eyes glittering with amusement, "I think I'll hold on to it, Ms. Smoak, afterall, I think I'm owed a trophy from that riveting performance."
Felicity gaped at him before she pulled herself upright, her hands flying to her hips, "I hardly thinking fondling a sex toy in your pocket is appropriate conduct for a CEO of a Fortune 500 company Oliver. Besides, the fun is over, give it over."
"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss the fun, Ms. Smoak," he said, smiling down at her, "I can think of nothing more pleasurable than being reminded of your beautiful face as I wound you up so tightly with just the brush of my thumb across this button."
Felicity just stared at him, her mouth slightly open, totally at a loss for words, powerless to stop him as he turned away from her and towards the door.
"Sorry to have bothered you, Ms. Smoak," using his overly professional tone that grated on her nerves at the present moment, "Please take your time and return to work when you're ready." In one fluid movement that only Oliver Queen could pull off, he was out of the bathroom and the door shutting quietly behind him, leaving Felicity alone in the bathroom once again. Only this time, her nerves were even more frazzled than when she came in here in the first place.
With a deep sigh, Felicity turned once again towards the only mirror in the restroom, seeing the flushed complexion of a woman thoroughly kissed staring back at her. Instead of letting her imagination wander at what could have happened, what she secretly wished had transpired in this bathroom, she busied her hands trying to smooth the rumpled fabric of her dress back down her legs.
When she was satisfied that every crease had been smoothed out and her breathing had returned to normal intervals, she chanced another glance at her mirror, happy to note that a sense of her normal coloring had come back, giving her the extra boost of confidence she needed to face the rest of the work day. If anything, Felicity Smoak was not easily intimated, or a quitter.
Holding her chin high as she gazed into the blue eyes behind the dark rimmed glances, Felicity crossed her hands over her chest and locked her jaw.
"Okay Ms. Smoak," she said, leaning forward towards the mirroring hoping to get through to her own thick skull, "You're going to walk out of here with your head held high and not give that sexy god out there a second's notice. Do you hear me?"
When her inner voice didn't reply, she took that as acceptance on how things were going to be.
"Good," she told herself, with a firm nod of the head, "Now get out there and be the boss ass bitch you know you are."
With a firm salute in the mirror, Felicity swiveled on her heeled foot and headed towards the door. Allowing herself to effortlessly breeze through the door and out into Oliver's office.
"Boss ass bitch, huh?" Oliver's teasing voice spoke, causing her to inwardly flinch at her not-so-inner monologue being heard. None the less, she continued her forward momentum.
"Feliticy?"
Nope, not today Satan, not today. Keep moving, Smoak.
"Felicity, there's toilet paper stuck to your heel."
Frak!