"Aw, shit, Felicity. That's never coming out of the carpet!" "Yes, that's why I told you we should take this to the bedroom! Now would you please untie me?! I have strawberry syrup in the most uncomfortable places." (afuckingtroll)

"Aw, shit, Felicity. That's never coming out of the carpet!" Oliver hisses as he bangs his shoulder against the coffee table that's been pushed aside to give them room for some… experimentation.

"Yes, that's why I told you we should take this to the bedroom! Now would you please untie me?! I have strawberry syrup in the most uncomfortable places," she gripes, struggling against the belt that binds her ankles and the silk tie around her wrists. He's done a good job restraining her, something Felicity appreciates considering she's wanted him to do this to her for a while now.

But when Oliver introduced the strawberry sauce, she knew almost immediately that things would go south from there. Now there's red syrup all over their beautiful, plush white living room carpet (not to mention the insides of her thighs, which is making them stick together every time she tries to move), and he's only got himself to blame for not listening to her when she mentioned doing this in the bedroom on sheets she can wash after they're done.

As her inner monologue continues ranting, Felicity gasps when she feels him scoop her up into his arms and carry her down the hall. "What… Oliver! What the hell are you doing?!" she shouts, trying to get him to stop by wiggling wildly, only to end up banging her head against the door frame when he reaches the bedroom. "Owwww!" Felicity wails. Her first instinct is to reach up and rub her skull, but with her hands tied, all she manages to do is elbow him in the jaw.

Oliver lays her down in their bed, careful to place her head on a pillow before he sets about untying her. Once free, she smacks him against the shoulder as she rubs the aching part of her skull. "I swear, sometimes you can be such a caveman," Felicity grumbles under her breath as he takes the belt off her ankles.

"I'm sorry, baby," Oliver murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he wraps himself around her.

"It's one thing to apologize, and a whole other to clean up the mess you made," she replies as she crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. "The living room carpet is ruined and my thighs won't stop sticking together!"

"You were right," he sheepishly admits. "We should have done this in the bedroom."

"Glad you're finally coming to your senses," Felicity says. "Next time you want to be adventurous and 'try something new', it's going to be in the bedroom, not the living room floor, which, by the way, you'll be cleaning consider this is your fault."

"Yes, dear," Oliver relents.

She can tell he's remorseful and apologetic for his actions and decides to throw him a bone. "You can deal with the carpet tomorrow," Felicity tells him. "Right now, you need to get all this strawberry syrup off my body, preferably with your tongue."

A lascivious smile curls up on his lips. "I thought you'd never ask," he practically purrs before rolling on top of her. Oliver parts her knees with his hands, his tongue expertly lapping at her sticky skin. Her fingers run through his hair, yanking his head up before he goes to far.

"Only your tongue," Felicity corrects, that sly grin letting him know he's in for a challenge tonight. It's his punishment for ruining their carpet. She picks up his discarded tie and commands, "Hands." Reluctantly, Oliver holds out his arms to her as she binds them with the soft blue silk that brings out his eyes. The knot remains loose because she knows the trauma he's suffered in the past and she doesn't want to restrict his movements to the point where he panics. It's just enough to keep him in line, to punish him just enough so he knows not to do it again. But it also serves to heighten the experience.

Once she's done, Felicity adds, "Now, back to work. And if you do a good job, I've got a nice reward for you."

Fuck, the look in his eyes nearly melts her where she lays. There's lust and want and need in those sapphire pools. There's also that intense spark of love she never gets tired of seeing. And when his tongue touches her skin this time, his eyes remain on hers, never leaving them, never faltering as he licks his way up, up, up her bare thigh, making sure every drop of the sticky red substance he drizzled on her earlier gets wiped away.

Oliver is thorough in his cleaning of her body. He doesn't skip a single inch, sometimes going back over the same spot again and again, eliciting a soft moan from her throat if it's one of those particularly sensitive zones that heightens her sex drive even more. He knows all of Felicity's pressure points and she realizes he's going this on purpose. If he can't use his hands, he's still going to find a way to make her shiver with his mouth.

Oh, she's definitely not complaining! If anything, Felicity begins to writhe beneath him as his tongue inches higher along the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread involuntarily, giving Oliver room to move between them. When he reaches her apex and his tongue darts out to taste her for the first time that night, she can't stop the cry that escapes her. He was careful not to let any syrup get near her pussy, knowing the dangers of having sugar in such places. But now he's lapping at her as if she's coated in it.

Felicity grabs hold of his hair, running her fingers through it roughly before grabbing hold and pressing his face where she needs it. The coarse hair of his stubble scratch at the insides of her thighs, giving her even more pleasure than she thought she could take. "Oliver!" she cries out, spreading her legs until they're practically hooked on the edges of the bed, fully opening herself to him. She needs that skilled tongue, those soft lips, that rough stubble all over her cunt.

He doesn't disappoint. With long, harsh strokes of his tongue up and down her slit, he nearly gets her off, but stops just short of letting her come. Instead, it delves into her wet entrance, licking away the juices that have begun to run down her ass and the back of her thighs. Felicity screams, her fingers digging into his scalp, holding him there as he eats her out like never before. Oliver's nose nuzzles her clit as his tongue does such pleasurable things inside her, she begins to see stars dotting her vising.

"Oh, god yes! Just like that!" Felicity pants. Her eyes squeeze shut as the coil of tension in the depths of her belly tightens even more. She's so close. "Oliver! Oliver! Oooh! Fuck yes!" she wails when his tongue moves from where it's been licking inside her to her incredibly sensitive clit. Then his lips close around it and he sucks, hard.

That's all it takes to finally release that tightly coiled tension. An intense orgasm floods through Felicity's body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and she screams his name as her hips jerk upward, mashing into his face and rubbing against that rough stubble once again. And, fuck! There she goes again, her body trembling with a second mini orgasm that obliterates her energy. She slumps into the mattress, heaving for breath, her fingers still buried in Oliver's hair as he gazes up at her with a smirk on his face.

"Did I do a good job?" Oliver murmurs into her skin as he kisses his way back up to her lips. Felicity can taste herself on him along with the sweet strawberry syrup she had forced him to lick off her thighs. It's a heady combination, one that sets her insides aflame once more, only this time she wants his cock inside her instead of his tongue.

"Fucking amazing," Felicity pants. She kisses him again, desperate, harsh, intense, and he struggles against his bonds, trying to wrap his arms around her but unable to. Without preamble, she reaches for his hands, quickly undoing the knot in his tie, releasing Oliver. He's quick to grab her wrists, pinning them over her head as he kisses back with the same intensity.

It's her turn to be the submissive one again, a role that reverses several more times throughout the night as they play out several more fantasies, some of which include more strawberry syrup being poured over Oliver's abs and her nipples. By morning, the bedsheets are a sticky mess of sweat, come, and that sugary confection that started all this.

They're both too exhausted to move, but Felicity still manages to say, "Don't forget, you're on carpet duty today." Oliver simply chuckles from where he lays in her arms before pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

"Yes, dear."