Oliver had just flung Felicity's bra across the room when her phone rang. Both of them paused for a second, then Felicity started to reach for her phone.
"Ignore it," Oliver practically growled.
"This late, it's probably work," Felicity replied. "I should get it."
To her surprise, it was actually Barry calling. "Hey Barry," she said as she picked up. "What's up?"
"I did it!" Barry exclaimed. "I finally did it!"
"Did- what?" Felicity asked, her voice hitting a higher tone on the second word when Oliver starting kissing her neck.
"I asked Iris out," Barry replied, and Felicity made some kind of a noise of approval. "I mean, I was planning on asking her out today, because the Valentine's Day things didn't go well- which you already know- and I still chickened out, but then she asked why I was always asking her for stuff instead of buying it, and I may have told her that I was only doing it to talk to her."
While Barry was talking, Oliver's mouth had moved from her neck up towards her ear, making it difficult for Felicity to concentrate on what Barry was saying- or letting out a moan of approval. There was a spot behind her ear that always drove Felicity crazy, and it seemed to be where Oliver was headed.
"What, um, happened next?" Felicity asked, trying to keep the breathiness out of her voice.
"Well, I kind of told her that I really like her and I'd been trying to ask her out for months, and that I gave most of the stuff I borrowed to Oliver, who, unlike me, can actually cook, and then I kind of babbled my way through asking her to go out with me," Barry replied. "And- we're going on an actual date this weekend."
Felicity could only let out a hum- Oliver's mouth was on that one spot, and she didn't even want to know what would come out of her mouth if she opened it.
Oliver broke away from her and growled, "You should hang up now." Felicity couldn't help but let out a quiet moan at how hot Oliver sounded.
"Felicity- are you okay?" Barry asked. "Or are you-"
"I'm fine," Felicity rushed out. "I'm just busy, so I have to go. Bye." She quickly hung up the phone and put it down, only for Oliver to suddenly pull her against him and roll himself on top of her.
"That was- oh god- really rude, Oliver," Felicity gasped as Oliver started kissing her breast. Oliver looked up at her with lust-filled eyes and replied, "Then he shouldn't have interrupted our first round of we-just-got-engaged sex."
The gorgeous ring on Felicity's finger seemed to grow heavier at Oliver's words. "That is reasonable," Felicity said. "And you're massively overdressed. You should take off your pants, husband-to-be."
"As you wish, wife-to-be," Oliver replied, and as he stood to do so, Felicity shoved all non-Oliver-related thoughts out of her head. Knowing Oliver, she'd probably be busy for quite a while.