Olicity… I saw this ages ago and had it saved for the future but I think you'll do a better job than I :) (diggo26)

"I've been wanting to get you out of that dress from the moment I saw you in it," he growls, pinning her against the wall of their suite at the Drake Hotel in Chicago. They've been on the road for six weeks at this point, scuttling from town to town, city to city, enjoying the sights and sounds, tastes and smells of each. Restaurants have become somewhat of a game for them.

Felicity likes to wear nice things, and each place they stop at, she finds a little boutique and buys a dress as a surprise for Oliver. So far, she's picked up a whole wardrobe, sending each one back to Starling once she's worn it for him in order to keep their baggage light. This one in particular is a stunner, one she picked up in LA two weeks back, but hadn't found the right occasion to wear it.

When he suggested the Signature Room at the top of the Hancock building after their sightseeing tour finished on the observatory floor below it, she knew it was the perfect occasion to bring out the dress she knew would get his blood pumping. And that it did. From the moment Oliver saw her in it, his eyes had darkened to the deepest shade of blue she had ever seen. They stayed that way the entire night, along with an almost predatory hand on her back as they waited for their table, one that showed his intent to everyone in the room once the night was over.

Felicity had blushed for quite some time, but there was a thrill that came with allowing people to know what her boyfriend would be doing to her when they were alone. It happened only once before, when they were atop the Seattle Space Needle. She was beginning to suspect Oliver had a thing for heights. Maybe that's why he always wanted one of the highest rooms that overlooked every city they traveled to.

His teeth sinking into her neck interrupts her reverie and Felicity moans. God, she loves it when he leaves his mark on her. It's a reminder that she belongs to him and that he also belongs to her when her nails bite into the back of his neck and scratch down, leaving trails of red in their wake. They stay on his skin well into the next day, and the cycle repeats itself.

"Then what's taking you so long?" Felicity shoots back, wondering if he's going to ruin this masterpiece of a dress like he had the last one. The dark look in his eyes suggests he might, but Oliver surprises her. His hands run up the delicate lace applique sewn into the sheer nude fabric that perfectly matches her skin. Standing from a distance, one would think that she had somehow pasted the lace onto her body, but in reality, the mesh and underlining did a great job of keeping her covered.

Oliver scoops her up into his arms and carries her over to the bed before delicately laying her down on the soft white comforter. She sits up to stare at him, wondering where this change in demeanor came from, but he surprises her yet again by leaning in to softly kiss her lips. The gentleness blows her away. It's been awhile since he's been this careful with her. Whatever's going on in his head, she doesn't want it to end. Tonight, she wants soft and delicate. It's not that she doesn't mind the rough fucks they've had over the past few weeks, but a break would be nice, and it seems like that's what she'll get this evening.

As he continues pressing warm, sensuous kisses along her lips and down her neck, laving his tongue over the spot he'd bitten her earlier, Oliver's fingers catch the zipper of her dress and slowly begin to drag it down until it hits the bottom. She giggles when they slip beneath the fabric, tickling her side without meaning to. But then they spread out, his warm palm pressing into her back as he holds her close, and Felicity sighs.

Yes, this is what she's been missing since their first time in Nanda Parbat. This warm, sensual side of Oliver that's been hidden away from the world and only comes out for her. Felicity is still trying to get used to it. He was never like this was Sara when she saw them together. They were far more closed off, more secretive, less affectionate toward each other. But with her, it's the exact opposite. He's become the biggest sap and doesn't shy away from public displays of affection. If anything, he initiates them, and she's left to blush as he kisses her senseless on a street corner or in a park.

Right now, though, none of it matters, because his hand begins to creep up her back, pulling the fabric away from her body. The silken mesh and lace slide down her shoulders until they get stuck on her wrists. That's when Oliver takes them gently into his hands, pulling the sleeves off just as slowly so they don't catch on the edges of her French manicured nails. God, does Felicity love him more for this moment. It gives her a few precious seconds to watch him as he undresses her. His eyes are focused on her dress, so careful yet so sure as he peels it away from her until she's left naked in front of him.

(There was no way she could have worn underwear with that dress. The panty lines alone would have ruined it.)

When his eyes return to her, they steal the breath from her lungs. They open and clear windows to his soul, radiating the warmth she's seen in them since he finally made the choice to be with her. Felicity smiles up at him, reaching out to take the edges of his suit jacket. He's pulled down, soft kisses pressing to his mouth as she slips the black fabric off his broad shoulders and it falls to the floor beside her dress. Oliver's sapphire tie (the one that brings out his eyes like none other) comes off next.

She keeps going, her hands drifting to the front of his crisp white shirt. With each abalone button that comes undone, her lips press to the expanse of skin she exposes until she ends up at his waist. The white linen is pulled free of his pants, and she starts to undo those as well. Felicity doesn't stop until they fall to the floor, pooling at his ankles. Oliver's cock is free to bob in front of her face, and she immediately takes it into her mouth as a reward for him not ruining her dress. She takes her time, sucking him off until he's panting and grabbing the long strands of her blonde hair, wordlessly begging for mercy.

Feeling his cock twitch, she stops. It's a warning sign, letting her know he's about to come, but she doesn't want it in her mouth. No, Felicity wants him inside her when that happens, so she sits up again, this time crawling back until she hits the mound of pillows pile atop the bed. Oliver follows, his eyes still darkened by lust, and returns the favor. He nibbles his way up her legs, pausing to give her calves and thighs a little extra attention. Then his hands spread her knees and he settles between them, his mouth hovering over her sex as he spreads the wet folds apart before diving in to feast on her.

It doesn't take him long to have Felicity writhing and screaming in pleasure. She's been privy to intentions for the past few hours, and having Oliver finally deliver, it makes her nearly come when his tongue laps at her entrance before delving in to lick her dry. She grabs onto clumps of his hair for purchase, needing that anchor to keep herself from falling over the edge too soon, but it doesn't work. When his fingers replace his tongue as it moves to her clit, it's over.

Felicity comes with a startled cry as her orgasm rips through her quickly and suddenly. Her entire body shakes to the core and she has to push Oliver away because she can't handle anymore stimulation at that moment. He still ends up on top of her though, his arms wrapping around her back to hold her against his chest until her breathing evens out and she feels normal again.

"Fuck," Felicity murmurs into his ear before taking the lobe into her mouth to give it a gentle suck before letting go. She feels Oliver shiver in response, his arms tightening around her waist. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in deep.

"Oh, I will definitely be fucking you," he slyly replies, gazing down at her with that predatory grin before his cock slams into her waiting cunt.

Her back arches up off the bed, taking him into the hilt as she cries out in pure ecstasy. Then he's pounding into her, his pace hard and fast and relentless, giving Felicity no respite as he fucks her to oblivion. She begins to see stars when she squeezes her eyes shut, letting the sensations overtake her. Nothing matters at that moment aside from Oliver giving her everything she wants and more. Although she expected soft and sensual that night, she knows the dress had caused some pent up frustration in him that he feels the need to release right now.

And when he finally does, it's like a dam breaking. He loses his rhythm, his hips slamming into her erratically, and he cries out her name before his head drops to the crook of her neck and he bites down, leaving yet another bruise on her tanned skin. It sends Felicity over the edge as well. Her muscles clench around his cock, milking Oliver until he has nothing left to give, and they both slump into the bedsheets, sated and spent.

"God, I love you so much," he whisperes into her ear without raising his head.

Felicity smiles. "I love you too," she whispers back, nuzzling his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his temple. They lay like that for a while, holding each other in a warm embrace until Oliver rolls them onto their sides. He's smiling that beautiful, warm, gentle smile she's come to realize only comes out for her, and she can't help it. Her lips press to his for a soft kiss before she pulls back.

"Thank you," Felicity says, running her fingers through his damp hair.

"For what?" Oliver asks.

"For not ruining my new favorite dress," she answers with a smile.

He smirks and replies, "You have no idea how badly I wanted to rip it off you during dinner."

"Oh, I had a clue!"

"You probably shouldn't wear it again, though."

"Why?"

"Because I just might have to rip it off next time."

Felicity laughs before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. This time, they're slow and gentle, making love instead of fucking. And so goes the cycle of beautiful dresses and Oliver nearly ruining them by the time they reach their room after dinner.