A/N: M-rated. (Not safe for work)
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Did she realize how amazing she was sitting in front of him being braver than he was? He'd told her about the demons that haunted him and she had stayed. She had stayed to offer her friendship and strength. And now she opened her heart and asked if he could give her more of him.
"No?" she asked nervously, at his silence, absently chewing on her lower lip.
"Yes," Oliver whispered, as he reached over, finally giving in to temptation, and ran his thumb across the tender, glistening plumpness of her mouth He drew his digit slowly over its sumptuousness, just enjoying the feel of her. She trembled from his touch. She had taken him by surprise this incredible woman. Out of the blue and into his life. He wanted to give her more. He wanted...
He moved to gently take off her glasses, giving her time to move away or change her mind, and then he pulled her ponytail free. His hands threaded themselves through the luxurious waves of gold and at her moan of pleasure he cupped the back of her head.
"Yes," he said again, with singular intensity, before taking her lips in a kiss that wasn't gentle or easy. Oliver had been wanting her and fighting it. He wasn't fighting it any longer. He was by nature dominant and he was hungry for her. She moaned into the kiss and to his delight fought him for control of it. Her mouth was lush, hot, and Felicity returned as much unleashed passion as he gave.
She kept the kiss going even as she got up on her knees and straddled him. They both groaned as her curves melted against the chiseled muscles of his chest and thighs. She released his lips, leaned back in his lap, and smoothed her hands down the soft material of his t-shirt.
"Is this okay?" she whispered, as her hands slid under the cotton hem.
"Completely and utterly," Oliver groaned as her hands traveled up along his rock hard abs and the broad expanse of his muscular chest.
She tugged his shirt up and he helped her pull it off. Her hands immediately returning to his skin and she raked her nails gently down over the contours of body. "Omgawd, you feel as good as you look,"
Even though it killed him to sit still, Oliver let her look her fill and touch him all she wanted. Was there anything sexier than knowing your partner was as ravenous for you as you were for them? But then her fingers found the ridge of a scar that ran up his back and over his left shoulder. Oliver wasn't ashamed of his wounds. They told a tale of his life whether it be good or bad.
She leaned forward and pressed the tenderest of kisses along it. It felt like a benediction and he lost his self control. He took a hold of the curls at the nape of her neck, pulled on them, and lifted her face for his kiss.
He slid his tongue between her lips and mint chocolate chip exploded across his taste buds. His hands slid down her back and molded over the curves of her ass.
God, he loved her curves.
"Oliver," Felicity groaned against his lips as he squeezed her glorious flesh.
"Feel me. This is what you do to me," Oliver whispered as he lifted his hips and rocked his hardness against her center.
Felicity pushed down on the hard ridge between his hips as he pushed up and they ground their lower bodies against each other, till Oliver thought he'd lose his mind from the pleasure. The friction was so damn good. She felt so damn good. She was like liquid fire in his arms and he wanted to burn forever.
The sensuality of what they were doing, the aching need that was being let loose and fed, was overwhelming.
"Oliver, I..I, ahhhhh," her head fell back as she shook from the force of her orgasm. Oliver had never seen anything more beautiful. He brushed strands of hair from her eyes as he watched her relax in his arms.
His heart swelled with tenderness and something more for this remarkable woman.
Her hips hugged his as he stood and carried her into the house and to his bed.
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Felicity's hair fanned out across Oliver's pillow as he laid her on his bed. The sheets felt cool under her hands as the rest of her body heated back up in a frenzy. She watched him, from beneath desire laden eyes, as he took off the rest of his clothes and stood before her...an Adonis in the moonlight.
She would remember what he looked like in his naked splendor till the day she died.
He walked to his side table and took out a small packet from the top drawer. She heard the crinkling of a wrapper then watched him palm his heavy, thick penis and stroked himself once, twice before sliding on the condom. It was wickedly carnal, heady and she wanted to be the one doing the stroking. She wanted to be the one to make him feel good.
He was long, hard and he was all hers.
He kneeled on the mattress and reached for the waistband of her shorts. Her stomach trembled as his fingers skimmed across her abdomen and he unbuttoned and pulled off her shorts and panties. She lifted her t-shirt off and then unhooked her bra and threw them somewhere behind him.
They shared a grin at her eagerness, but then their smiles disappeared as need took over. He leaned over her and they both groaned as skin slid sensually over skin.
"Felicity," he whispered reverently, as the soft mounds of her breasts rubbed against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him as she nuzzled her face into his neck and relished the feel and scent of him. Coconut sunscreen and man.
"Oliver," she whispered back, overcome with the emotions he made her feel. She curled her legs around his hips as he slid his throbbing member sensuously through the slick folds of her sex. They both groaned from the decadence. Just through her folds. Teasing, wanting, pleasure. Her need coated him.
Blood pounding through her veins was all she could hear as her senses followed the erotic path of his calloused hand as it skimmed over the curve of her hip, the slight indention of her waist and up her chest to cup a needy, sensitive breast. She let out a low moan when he dipped his head and took her tight, hard nipple into his mouth. He suckled and licked. Each draw from his mouth heightened her craving for him. And when he scraped his teeth along its tip she went wild. She pulled at the short strands of his hair and chanted his name over and over and over. He was going to be the death of her.
He released his treat with one last lick and she met his hungry gaze as he rose above her. He cupped her face and took her lips in a soul shattering kiss. Her back arched and she couldn't breathe as he began to enter her. He filled her in one slow, exquisitely steady push.
"So good," his voice, thick and raspy, as he buried himself in her. She had never felt so full, so owned, as she did in that moment.
She tightened her inner muscles trying to hold him even closer if she could. She was greedy and couldn't get enough. "Yes, Felicity. Just like that."
Nothing held him back as he pulled almost completely out of her and then pushed back in. Her hands slid down the muscles of his scarred back while he spread her thighs wider and she held on for the ride. He re-captured her lips as he made love to her. As he worshiped her.
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Oliver woke to the sun high in the sky and a warm, soft Felicity in his arms. He had slept through the night without a nightmare. He had slept without his guilt holding him. Instead, it had been Felicity who held him.
She snuggled closer into his side and he wanted this feeling of contentment to last forever.
Could he move forward? Would he hurt her if he failed? She was such a special person and he didn't want to hurt her.
She had been fearless last night and…
He looked down at her and watched her sleep. A tender smile spread across his face as he took in her sex mussed hair and pink love marks on her skin from his lips, his tongue, his desire.
He didn't think he could let her go even if he tried.
He would take their friendship and their relationship, and at a day at a time, he would give it his all.
Oliver closed his eyes and when he brought forth the faces of his friends and Elizabeth, he made them a silent promise. He promised them he would live in a way that would be worthy of their memory. He would try.
Felicity begun to stir and she stretched deliciously against him. She kissed his chest before peering up at him with a smile.
"Mmm, morning. A gorgeous Oliver in bed with me...life is good."
"Morning, and yes, life is very, very good," Oliver replied, as he pushed her onto her back and proceeded to show her exactly how much better 'good' could get.
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10 months later
Felicity's laughter floated into the kitchen on an ocean breeze. Oliver set down the bag of chips he held in his hand and smiled. He watched her talking on the patio, with his parents and her father, as David checked on the steaks on the grill.
She was simply stunning. A beautiful person in and out. He glanced around the house and took in the changes that showed their shared life. DVDs of Firefly and 9 seasons of the X-Files now lined his entertainment center, splashes of purple colored throw pillows in the living room and a vintage Errol Flynn Robin Hood movie poster hung in the hallway.
She had effortlessly become his best friend. Felicity Smoak, weapons and beer opener expert, was the love of his life. Their courtship wasn't always easy. Oliver still had his bad days where guilt still came in waves, but their ripples...he could 'Live' with. And they reminded him to be grateful for those he loved and those who loved him.
Life was good.