Still not fully recovered apparently... Haven't watched the latest episode, will end that withdrawal period tonight so please don't spoil me :)
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Just a silly little drabble to add to the many Oliver/Felicity stories. I rated this fic M, so I'd be free to use the word 'fuck' whenever I want. Read at your own risk. Possible spoilers up to the latest episode (until Christmas hiatus).
If some of you are still following TOST, next chapter is coming, soooooon-ish, and I'm still thinking about adding a few chapters to BD&SM, just not sure it interests anyone so we'll see.
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-Third Time's A Charm, Pt. 3-
Felicity Smoak was a hard working woman. She never had an easy ride, contrary to Oliver Queen, whose family could build a new wing in whatever college he had wanted to apply in order to give his tumultuous records a fighting chance against straight As students. Felicity's parents had no means to grant her entry to a good school, only her intellect and the scholarship she had earned had allowed her to attend MIT and become their top graduate.
She was fine with it, knew that was the way the system worked, double standards for the rich and the others, for the elite and regular people, always had and always will. So, she had fought for her future, no matter how hard it was sometimes to study in her small dorm room or how difficult it was to balance her studies with her part time job. A MIT scholarship, however well funded it might have been, had no stipend for clothes or her computer addiction. Those were extras she needed in order to blend in with the elites of the country and she worked hard to get them.
Her first job at QC had been earned on her curriculum, and she had made her way to the top entirely due to her achievements in the IT department of the company, not because she had slept with a sleazy head hunter like one of her colleague or because her mommy knew someone on the board. However, her dedication to her work, the long hours she put in without saying a word and the quality of her work were recognized by her superiors and slowly, even Mr Steele became aware of her work. He called her regularly to get her opinions on the latest software development or anything IT related that could improve his wife's company.
When Oliver, the long lost Queen heir came back to civilized life, after a five year stint on a deserted island, she knew of course, nobody in the city could escape the news but a hermit, as it had been all over the news ever since the former playboy had reappeared. Felicity never anticipated much more would come from that, sure she worked for his family, but so did a thousand other people and more, she figured the most she'd see of him would probably be through the latest gossip at work or in the news, hell, maybe she'd bump into him if he ever came to QC, but that's it.
She never imagined, in her wildest dreams, that the reformed playboy had would turn into a bow wielding vigilante on a crusade to right his father's wrongs, much less that he would handpick her to be his trusted IT genius. Yet he did. And she became a part of his team, they worked together with Diggle to save their city from the Undertaking -and failed but still saved hundreds of lives in the process- and so forth, weathering every storm looming over the safety of Starling City's civilians or threats from within, what with the rampant corruption of most politicians and the greedy elites.
What she had never expected, however, was to suddenly become the focus of the gossip mill. She was always the straight laced student, save for a few drunken nights in college, never made waves at work, did everything by the books, her records -both professional and personal- were spotless.
Thanks to Oliver's latest brilliant plan, she had apparently become a person of interest for every gossiping old secretary at work and don't even get her started on all the jealous tramps and their sisters. Everyone had it in their crazy, perverted minds, that she somehow got her promotion by sleeping her way to the top, particularly by fucking one billionaire heir it seemed. She should have seen it coming, perhaps, yet when Oliver told her about his EA scheme, the only thing she had seen was the secretary tidbit. That had registered, she had been insulted by his proposition, after all who in their right mind would see that so called promotion as such? She was a MIT graduate, for fuck's sake, and had told her infuriating boss as much.
He had tried to be cute about it, telling her he needed a "girl Wednesday" which she had found only increased her anger at the clueless man. "It's Friday! And the answer is NO!"
Obviously not in the mood for such a confrontation, he had to refrain his first thought, bite back on his answer and turned to show her the new computers she was to use.
"These computers have been upgraded. Far more processing power than your typical secretary."
As if he could sweeten the deal for her with a couple of high powered computers...Okay, so maybe it wasn't a bad move on his part, but Felicity was much too infused to see a rational side in his actions that day. When he had dismissed her concerns and their argument altogether with a wave, turning his back to her thus ending their face to face confrontation and walked back to his office, she had followed him to counter his point.
"Did you know I went to MIT? Guess what I majored in? Hint : not the secretarial arts."
"Felicity!" he had tried to calm his furious blonde genius and appeal to her reasonable side.
"We all need to have secret identities now. If I'm going to be Oliver Queen CEO then I can't very well travel down eighteen floors every time you and I need to discuss how we spend our nights!"
"And I love spending the night with you..." Of course, it was too much to ask for her not to babble with innuendo during their little showdown.
She closed her eyes in frustration and counted backwards to calm herself. "3...2...1..."
She continued without looking at her aggravating boss, trying to put some distance between them and keep on point. "I worked very hard to get to where I am, and it wasn't so I could fetch you coffee!"
Oliver had simply rolled his eyes at her, buttoned his suit back before walking towards his desk. Once seated, he had deemed their conversation over to focus back on the issue at hand, she had sighed and Diggle had sarcastically declared "well it could be worse, my secret identity is his black driver", trying to make her see some positive in the whole fiasco and defuse the situation.
As far as Oliver knew, this conversation had ended right there and they had moved on.
Except she had not. She was still hurt over the matter, having lost her position in the IT department in favor of being Oliver's glorified secretary simply did not cut it for her. Besides, he should never have taken such a decision, one which would have that much impact on her real life without talking with her first.
He had seen what was more convenient for him, for Oliver Queen CEO-The Arrow. Not what was best for her, and it hurt. Sure, maybe she was making a fuss over something not so important in regard with the life threatening circumstances they faced every night but it was her livelihood, for fuck's sake. How could he expect her to merely see his point and basically think well okay, yes, that's the best course of action?!
The man was so obvious he would not have recognized her indignation for what it was if it came and bit him in the ass. Felicity was a grown up, a responsible woman, she paid her bills on time, never owed any debt to anyone, had made her way up on the ladder with her hard work and personal qualifications and she intended for it to stay that way.
Later that night, at the Foundry, he had been working out on his salmon ladder, offering her the best view of the city. She wasn't oblivious, she knew exactly what the man was doing, trying to use his physical prowess to distract her and she told him as much.
"I know exactly what you are doing, Oliver Queen, so don't bother."
He chuckled and smiled at her. "Oh yeah, and what is that, Miss Smoak?"
"You're trying to distract me" she retorted as she watched his abdominal muscles ripple with the effort he imposed on his body. With every pull of the bar, every climb up he made on the ladder she could see the strain it imposed on his arms, his abs, every single of his upper torso muscles would stretch the relax slightly only to tense again with the next climb he made.
The man was magnificent and he knew it.
"Give a girl a break, Oliver. No matter how much time you spend on it isn't going to miraculously erase my anger, though I do appreciate the view, don't get me wrong...But you went too far, that isn't an easy fix situation, Oliver, don't you get why I'm mad? You messed with my life, Oliver, my life! My work was never supposed to be on the line. In fact, I was perfectly happy being your IT go-to genius in the shadows. It was never...I didn't...Arggh...See? I'm still angry hours later, Oliver, and that won't go away. I worked hard to get where I was, I have work dedication, Oliver, and you just threw a decade of hard work down the drain, so forgive me for being frustrated with you...Hell, I'm angry..."
"Felicity, look..." he jumped to the ground and approached her slowly, as one would with a wild animal. He stood before her desk, trying to catch her eyes and make her understand why it was such an important part of his plan, why she was such a trusted, crucial piece of his puzzle.
"I know I overstepped-"
"You think? I was on my way to supervise the whole department, Oliver, I had a great start to what used to be a promising career...and now I'm what? That blonde in skirt who will fetch you coffee in the morning, take notes for you in meetings and schedule your appointments? It's not-"
"I know it's not ideal, Felicity, fuck I know you would've never gone for it if not for me. But I need you, Felicity. I trust you, don't you see? When I had to choose someone to be on my side, someone who I could blindly trust, someone who would not end up backstabbing me in the back when I have a minute of inattention...There was no choice to make. I need you to do this for me, Felicity. Our night activities will be much easier if you are by my side and it's more than that. I need you with me as my right hand woman, my girl Friday or whatever you want to call it, but I need you to help me save my family company in addition to the city. Will you help me, Felicity? Will you stand by me?"
Gradually easing into a crouch in front of her, Oliver had taken her hands in his and had delivered his heartfelt speech while staring into her eyes. And what was a girl to do besides nod and reassure the man that she would indeed stand by his side in his crusade, whether it be as the Arrow or as CEO?
After that night in the basement of Verdant, things had progressively returned to normal between them. They took down China White, Bronze Tiger and the Doll maker, rescued Laurel and Diggle's ex wife, unfortunately freeing Floyd Lawton aka Deadshot in the process.
Their next bone of contention happened to be Isabel Rochev. Oliver had carelessly slept with her during their stint in Russia, to Felicity's complete and utter disbelief.
She understood sexual needs, hell she had a healthy libido herself but could not comprehend why the infuriating man chose this one in particular to fuck.
"Over 64 million of women over the age of consent in Russia and you slept with her?"
Oliver had blinked at her and paused before answering uncertainly to her. "So we're not doing the whatever happened in Russia stays in Russia?"
"We're still in Russia!" she exclaimed, outraged at his half assed answer.
She would have been fine with him fucking anyone in Russia, from leggy blond models to voluptuous red heads but no, he had to sleep with Isabel fucking Rochev. If he liked the danger, she would have been perfectly able to point a loaded gun at him herself.
Nevertheless, they had moved on from that too and her anger had shifted from her new job to his choice of fucking partners in a few hours. After a few days, that had passed too, her moods had slowly diffused and things had gotten more or less back to normal. There were still awkwardness in their interactions and her feelings to deal with but they managed. He had made his position clear to her, post Russia gate.
"Because of the life that I lead", he had told her with his stormy blue eyes solely focused on her, he would not "let himself be with someone that I could really care about" and though she was hurt, she resigned herself to soldier on for their crusade, because it was that important for the people of their city. There was much more at stake than just her feelings. She felt hurt, frustrated and still a bit angry with Oliver, but she moved on for the greater good, as cliche as that was. The Arrow was too important for her to fuck up with petty sentiments, not to mention that her resident billionaire never gave her much more to go on concerning his feelings. Besides a heated look here and there, some innuendos if she blinked very hard and his obvious yet contained jealousy at the Barry Allen's debacle, she could never tell if it was all in her head and she was seeing things that were simply not there or if she stumbled upon a true hint of what he could feel.
The first time he asked her to stand by him, that night in the basement of Verdant, her heart had stuttered at his words. He had asked her to take her stand by his side, and she had said yes, without any doubt or regret. And she would. Always. Because she believed in him, she had seen through him right from the start and his ridiculous lies about bad neighborhoods, suspicious bullet holes he pretended to be latte spills, false forlorn friends, and so forth. She went on the wild goose chases he put her up to on his vigilante alter ego's behalf precisely as a result of the nagging she felt in her gut, that instinct which told her he was a good man, despite the appearances, and that she could trust him.
And so far, he had not caused her to be upset over her choices, until her promotion -demotion, thank you very much, she would say- and his subsequent apology, then plea, that following night.
Ever since that night she had been out of sorts. She replayed their conversation down to his smile, his eyes and how they held her captive under they heavy gaze. Felicity knew she was being perfectly ridiculous, she behaved like a silly teenager with a crush on a celebrity and that was not her style. Yet this man, this infuriating, extraordinary, maddening, incredible man had a hold on her, whether she liked it or not.
She watched him from time to time, between two appointments set in his calendar through the glass separating them. Oliver Queen, in all his glory, sat there at his desk, watching the darkening sky while doodling on a blank page. He was beautiful. Truly. He would probably be upset over her description, just like every manly man, but he was. For all the burden he had to bear on his shoulders, there were still moments when she would catch him marveling at the world he had come back to. He was almost like a child, taking in the world around him, as if he saw it for the first time, which was probably a consequence of his island past she thought. You never fully appreciate what you have until it's gone and when you get it back it feels like being able to breathe again, to be free once more.
Getting up to make coffee in their break room, she glanced backwards and smiled at him when he noticed her movements. She headed down the hall and was about to turn at the corner of Isabel Rochev's office when she heard her talking with two executive assistants.
"Can you imagine something more cliche than that?" the she-devil Oliver had the poor taste to bed asked in her usual condescending tone to her colleagues.
"I've heard from a friend in the IT department that she pined over him for months. They say he came down to fuck her in the backroom whenever she had a break" added Isabel's secretary.
"Oh my god, I knew she was a slut, but she really has no self respect."
" Did I tell you about our trip to Russia? She spent half the time in the bathroom sucking him off from what I could gather from where I sat."
For the love of...Those people...and that woman! She never did anything in the plane ride back from Russia but glower at Oliver the whole time. And Rochev knew that perfectly well, she was seated between them...That dishonest, backstabbing, self entitled bitch spewed her venom everywhere she went, so really, Felicity should have been more surprised that she had not yet stooped to that level.
She sprinted back to their office and bumped into Diggle who stood idly by her desk. He took one look at her, saw the furious glint of her eyes and made a hasty retreat, telling her he was going down to check on something.
Finally, they were alone. She went inside Oliver's office, locked the door and drew the shades with the remote control. She turned towards him and saw his bemused look at her demeanor, she inhaled then whisper yelled at him.
"Oliver"
He went stiff but softly answered her,"Felicity?"
"Did you know?"
"Did I know...what?"
"Isabel...fucking...Rochev is telling people that-"
"For fuck's sake, what has she done now?"
"She's telling her colleagues...our...my colleagues that I gave you a blow job on the plane ride back from Russia...in the corporate jet, Oliver. In the bathroom of QC's very own private plane-"
"She WHAT?"Oliver who had just drank a mouthful of water spat it back, spluttered and coughed.
Felicity rushed back to his side and started patting his back as he coughed. "Oh my god are you OK? Don't panic, breathe, cough, do whatever you have to do but don't die on me, Oliver. I can't be the tramp who screwed the boss, sucked his cock in the airplane and killed him in his office..."
He grinned at her and took hold of her wrist, bringing them to his chest as he regulated his breathing.
She flushed from head to toe, her face flaming a bright red when she realized the position they were in. His movement had brought her almost on his lap, still balancing her feet on the ground with her legs outstretched and her ass hovering over his groin as he turned her to face him.
"What...Oliver?What are you doing?"
"I'm trying something" he rasped.
"But why? Why now? You said you couldn't..."
"Because I'm tired of pretending, because I'm frustrated every day and every night and because people already think we're sleeping-"
"Fucking, Oliver...full blown on dirty sex in crazy places, that's fucking, not sleeping together...and on company time, Oliver. I don't particularly care about other people but that's work, Oliver... I used to have a reputation at work, people respected my work. Now I'm the slut who sucked you off in your private jet. I'm a MIT graduate, Oliver, did I already tell you that? I'm pretty sure I did. And now-"
"Calm down, Felicity, breathe. In and out. Look at me. That's it, calm down."
After catching his eyes she started to relax. He rubbed his thumbs on her shoulders, back and forth in a soothing manner. She started to think about what it meant. She wanted him to say sorry, maybe promise that he would correct Rochev's lies but she was not expecting him to want more. Not right now, at least, not so soon after his self sacrificing declaration earlier that month. She did not truly know where they stood now that they had almost crossed the line between them and that was unsettling for Felicity. What if he changed her mind? He had decided a relationship with her was not on the table yet here he was, practically giddy like a teenage boy, promising her things she was not convinced he would not regret once his current mood switched back to his usual brooding. She could not start to let herself believe in them if he wasn't sure. She voiced her doubts to Oliver who snorted at her.
"I'm not gonna change my mind, Felicity."
"Oh yeah? And how am I supposed to know that, Oliver? Don't you remember, six months ago, when you were still pining over Laurel? That was not so long ago, Oliver...What guarantee do I have that you won't change your mind in three months? You told me she was the love of your life, for fuck's sake. The love of your life, Oliver. How am I supposed to compete with that? I don't ever want to be compared to her, I don't measure up Oliver and it's only a matter of time before you realize that. And then what? I'll be heartbroken, you'll be you and probably reconcile with Laurel while I watch from the sidelines...And I can't. I can't have you only to lose you a few months later. I can't Oliver, please, don't ask me to do that. That's cruel, even for you-"
"I am not going to change my mind, Felicity-"
"You've said that already, but you don't know that. You're flighty, Oliver, one day you're giving me subtle touches, innuendos and longing looks while the next you'll give me the cold shoulder and tell me you're too dangerous for me. What am I supposed to make of that,huh?"
"You want an explanation? Fine. How's that? I've been thinking about what I said to you, ever since that day. And I regret it, ok? I've realized that you're in danger no matter what I do, whether you get hit by a car tomorrow or fall down the stairs...There are so many things that could hurt you...And while I could not prevent them all, I thought that the least I could do was to protect you from what I could actually anticipate. People are always going to want to hurt those I love as long as I'm the Arrow, fuck even as Oliver Queen CEO I have plenty of enemies, Felicity. And I did not want to expose you to that. But ever since that day, with a few nudges from Diggle, I started to think about all the danger you already face...and I...I'm tired of stopping myself, OK? Look, I probably feel like you right now, rambling about what's in my head. And God knows I've never been the talk about your feelings type, Felicity, but...if you still want to? I'd like to try-"
"Of course I still want to. I'm still here, aren't I?"
He smiled at that and exhaled before framing her face with his hands, tilting her head back to gaze at her flushed face.
"You are remarkable, Felicity Smoak, did I ever tell you that?"
"Once or twice, but feel free to tell me as frequently as you wish. And know that it's the same for me. I find you extraordinary too, Oliver. Always has, always will. You know that. And however much I love to hear you say that...which believe me, is a lot, I've been fantasizing about you saying those things to me for a while...but...-"
"Shut up, Felicity and kiss me" he smiled again at her and leaned in "do it, Felicity, trust me. Do you?"
She blushed deeper -and yes, that is possible, she could actually turn several deeper shades of red when she reddened- before answering him.
"You know I do. Always."
And she bridged the gap between them, molding her lips to his. He bit her bottom lip, earning a gasp from his favorite blond genius sidekick and hauled her completely on his lap. She moaned as he entered her and explored her mouth thoroughly with his tongue, tangling with hers, dominating her with his firm strokes and guidance. She should have known that Oliver Queen never did anything half way. The man was a languorous kisser, she felt dazed, a bit confused but most of all she felt desire. Oliver put his hand under her thighs and lifted up with her, clearing the mess on his desk with a brush of his right hand and laying her on it.
"Oliver-"
"Shh"
She moaned again, trying to regain some form of consciousness while the man was doing wonderful things to her mouth. He had skills, she'd give him that. She was half way thinking about every one of his former conquests and reaching out to thank them for providing him with a target practice.
She pushed at his chest with her hands and he gave her that smoldering gaze of his.
"What?"
"Seriously, Oliver?"
He smirked smugly and asked "did I misread that and missed the part where you were not enjoying yourself?"
"You know I did, but Oliver-"
"No buts, Felicity. Are you in? Will you stand by me?"
And just like the last time, she could do nothing but nod before leaning back for another one of his mind blowing kiss. Fuck the job, fuck Rochev. She was not letting go of that man, flaws, scars, arrows; she would take it all. For him. Because he asked and he needed her and hell, because she had enough imagination to keep them going for a while.
First would come the desk, then the basement, maybe the Queen mansion next, but for obvious reason at the top of her list was the thought of being fucked by the Arrow. Go figure...
The next time Oliver would ask Felicity to stand by him would not come until many years later. He would surprise her in their office through a wild goose chase on the Internet, leaving her little clues here and there throughout the world wide web to get her where he wanted her, on a private stream Diggle's ex wife Lyla -whom he had finally remarried after two years of dancing around the issue- had set up for him. Oliver had prepared a little sideshow for his genius tech after she cracked the inscription's code. Pictures of them were following articles dubbing the Arrow a hero. At the end of which stood Oliver, in front of her old office down the eighteenth floor, his face alight by mischief.
"I'm so proud of you, Felicity, but I knew you'd get there. I thought you'd appreciate the theatrics. I know you've recognized your old office. Where it all started, where we met..." Oliver rasped, obviously choked up with emotion, his brilliant blue eyes turning stormy "and you changed my life, Felicity...just as I did yours. I wanted to ask you something. I know, I know, we talked about my billionaire antics, and while I could point out that our QC stocks have never been that high, I just want you to indulge me this time. So don't be mad, besides this hasn't cost me...much. I called in a favor with Lyla so..." he winked at her as he grinned at the camera. God, he was such a good looking man. Her extraordinary islander, CEO, vigilante, her life partner...What was he up to now?
On screen, Oliver pointed towards a laptop laying on her former desk.
"That's where you will find the next piece of the puzzle, Felicity so come get your present my love."
She closed the feed and headed towards the elevator. She pushed the button to go down to the eighteenth floor, feeling a sudden bit of nostalgia come to her as she thought of their past. For all the hurt it had brought her, it also gave her hope and happiness. Years after their first meeting, she had yet to regret the path it had put her onto. As she entered her desk, she was surprised to find it empty, she had thought Oliver would be waiting for her but the only thing greeting her was the laptop she had seen on the video feed. Cracking a few minor codes to open the software, she found it empty. Running different analyzes on the computer, she finally discovered a single hidden file. On it were two lines of binary code, two simple phrases for someone like her. She struggled to believe what she read as she realized the meaning of the little quest Oliver had put her up to.
"Will you stand by me, always?" said the first line in the file. Felicity felt arms enveloping her waist from behind and felt her boyfriend breathe at the back of her neck, kissing it lightly before laying his chin on her shoulder.
"Well?"
"You do know what is written there, right? It's not one of your 'let's experiment and try binary code' like you did with the poisonous coating of your arrows right? Because I'm not sure I can take that, Oliver, I...I don't know what to say, I mean...I'm not supposed to get that...Happy ending, Oliver, really...You know it's a cliche, right, the secretary with the CEO and people-"
Oliver chuckled, kissed her cheek and turned her in his arms.
"I know what it means, genius mine. And you were never a secretary. Will you?"
Felicity smiled, looked backwards to the laptop, read the second line for the 5th time before turning to look at her favorite arrow shooting billionaire and answer him "yes, I will marry you Oliver, and I'll stand by you. Always."
He let out a nervous laugh and smiled at her, catching her lips in a heated kiss once more.
"You're worst than a Chinese interrogator for my heart, tian xin"
"Don't you forget it, Oliver Queen" she joked. "Don't fail me or I'll sick the Arrow on you, I have it on good authority that he hates when I get hurt."
Many months later, Oliver Queen would end up tied to a chair with his fiancee in full Arrow get up, hood on, bow in her hand, telling him the Arrow had failed their evening...
Best role play sex ever.