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Time for a story - Deathstroke

“I know that you think this is crazy, but-“

“Crazy?” Felicity crossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head. “No, not at all. I think getting in bed with the Huntress was crazy. I think believing some rumors she has heard without backchecking is crazy. Whatever this is – I think we need to find a new word for.”

Oliver paused for a moment, biting his tongue and puckering his lips. If Felicity had hoped that he would stop long enough for them to have a real conversation about his plan, she was disappointed though. Within seconds, he shook his head and continued packing his backpack with weapons and other equipment that he had laid out on the metal table in front of him to have some kind of survival kit.

Since Helena Bertinelli, aka the Huntress, had shown up here last week, their lives had been turned upside down. According to Oliver, Helena had warned him that the person who had taken her and buried her alive wasn’t done yet. He would return and take his revenge on Oliver for whatever he felt Oliver had done to him.

Felicity couldn’t say that the news hadn’t hit her hard. Hearing that the person who had put you though something like that wanted to come back for more had to unsettle you, so of course she had been nervous. She had had one or two sleepless nights about it, but she had soon come to the realization that nothing had really changed. They had always known that this person or any of the criminals they had chased could come back, and they had accepted it to some level. Why else would they still continue their vigilante work and risk to make new enemies every single day?

Besides, those news coming from the Huntress of all people didn’t make it too convincing, Felicity thought. She had been in a high-security prison for the last years. How much information exactly could you get there?

Unfortunately, Oliver didn’t seem to share the same thought of thinking. Since Helena had left their property, he had been doing the best he could have to find out more. He had talked to inmates that Helena had been close to. He had interrogated some of the gangster bosses on the street. He had looked at old traces to find out who was behind this. Nothing had led him anywhere but into the same dead-end streets that they had hit one year ago.

Since desperate times called for desperate measures, Oliver’s newest idea was to verify Helena’s words by talking to nobody else that Slade Wilson. Like she had said before, there were crazy things and then there was that.

When Oliver closed the zipper of the backpack and sat down on the edge of the metal table, he sighed. Nothing but silence followed after that. He kept his eyes lowered, looking at his feet. His shoulders slumped, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Felicity knew how much Oliver hated to feel like he wasn’t in control. After the Gambit had gone down and even quite some time after he had returned to Starling City, he had felt out of control so very often. Most of the time when that had happened, he had some someone that he loved. Of course he didn’t want to go through that again.

It took a minute or two until Oliver looked at her again, dark shadows under his eyes. He hadn’t caught much sleep lately, and the days had been terribly exhausting too.

With a long outtake of breath, Felicity crossed the distance and sat down on the edge of the metal table next to him. She put her hands in her lap and just looked at her feet like Oliver had done before.

It had been a while since they had been in a situation like this. A lot of major crimes had ceased to happen in Starling City. Apparently, word had gotten around that you didn’t mess with the Green Arrow and his team easily. That someone was willing to confront the Green Arrow and attack him personally was something that hadn’t happened in a while.

And of course it created chaos.

“I know you’re scared.”

Felicity’s voice was low when she spoke. She turned her head to look at Oliver, who was looking back at her immediately. He reached out his hand, and she linked her fingers with his. Oliver lifted their joint fingers to his lips and kissed the back of his hand. Instead of dropping them back between his thighs, he held them against his heart. Felicity could feel how that slowed down his heartbeat a bit.

“Aren’t you?” he asked. “That guy has taken you, buried you alive, almost killed you…”

His voice broke when he said those last words, and Felicity squeezed his fingers. She knew that that time had been just as hard on him as it had been on her. It had been different, but Oliver had taken his trauma away from that too. She knew it because she had been through something very similar when Malcom Merlyn had taken Oliver and feigned his death.

“We tried to find out who did this to me, but we couldn’t find anything,” Felicity said with low voice, “so we knew that he would still be out there.”

“But now he’s coming back.” Oliver looked at her with a frown. “It’s not the same.”

“We don’t know if Helena says the truth.”

“Why should she lie?”

“Why should she tell the truth?” Felicity cocked her head. “She loves to wreak havoc. Back before we were together and she turned to you for help, you wanted me to leave. You didn’t want her near me because you knew she was up to no good.”

Felicity remembered how she had come down to the foundry and offered help, but Oliver had sent her away. Although she could have helped, he hadn’t wanted her around the Huntress.

Oliver scrunched up his nose, a sure sign that he knew she was right and still thought differently. Felicity cocked her head at him, signaling that she wanted to hear what he thought. She wanted to understand what made him think that meeting Slade Wilson of all people was what he needed just because some villainous ex-girlfriend had told him about some rumors.

“Helena was sincere,” he said, shaking his head, “I know it’s complicated, but it’s the truth. I could see it. She was sincere. Even if all this turns out to be wrong, I need to at least make sure that I took it seriously. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t.”

Nodding her head, Felicity sighed.

“I understand that. but what I don’t understand is why you feel that you need to see Slade of all people. He is a prisoner, one that is being held captive in solitude. The only person he ever has contact to is one of the guards of A.R.G.U.S. How should he of all people know about this?”

“How did he know about us having a daughter? How did he know where Malcolm kept me captive?” Oliver asked back. “I don’ know how, but Slade just knows things. If he knows something, we will know that it’s true.”

“And you think that he will just give away what he knows?”

“No.” Oliver cleared his throat. “But I know him well enough to known when he’s lying.”

Felicity knew that Oliver was right. He knew Slade better than he knew anyone else. He would be able to detect whether or not he was lying.

“Okay, last try to keep you back from it,” Felicity said with a sigh of defeat, already knowing that she wouldn’t be able to convince Oliver to not go to Lian Yu, “but if you really think that I am in that much danger, shouldn’t you stay here with me to protect me?”

Oliver puckered his lips and nodded his head slightly. Although he did his best to hide it, a grin threatened to spread on his lips.

“Well played, Mrs. Queen, well played,” he said, “but I have already taken care of that.”

Of course he had. Felicity wasn’t surprised.

“So who was ordered to babysit me?”

As if on cue, the elevator released its low pling! to announce that it had reached the bunker. The doors opened. John and Lyla stepped out hand in hand.

“I thought it was time for you and Lyla to just hang out for a night again, maybe open a bottle of wine and-“

“-ignore the dozens of A.R.G.U.S. Agents hanging out around the house?”

Oliver nodded his head slowly. “Something like that.”

When John and Lyla stepped closer, they let go of each other’s hands. While John just shot Oliver a meaningful glance, Lyla wrapped Felicity into her arms tightly.

“For the record, I have been planning on spending a night with you, eating pizza, drinking wine and just talking, in ages. I’m sorry it had to take our husbands going to Lian Yu to actually do it.”

Felicity smiled at Lyla briefly before she turned to John. She didn’t have to ask the question on her mind. He knew it already.

“Can’t let him go alone, can I?”

With a weak smile, Felicity stepped to John and hugged him tightly. The bond they – she, Oliver and John – had formed during those first few years that they had done all of this alone was something that couldn’t be destroyed easily. It had only grown stronger when they had taken more people in and built their own families and started to take even more responsibility for the city by going into politics and doing charity work whenever they could.

“I’m gonna take good care of him,” he whispered into her ear, low enough so only she could hear it, “so Slade won’t get into his head.”

Felicity nodded and tightened her arms around John for a moment. She was so grateful that he went to Lian Yu with Oliver. The thought that Oliver would go alone to the place that had cost him so much of his peace and the man that had killed his mother right in front of him had been unbearable. It was good to know that he wouldn’t be alone. John war the right person to be around for something like that.

When John eventually let go of Felicity, he turned to Oliver.

“We have to go.”

Oliver nodded. He grabbed his backpack and stepped in front of Felicity.

“It will just be a couple of days,” he whispered to her, “so I’ll be back within the blink of an eye. I love you.”

He put a hand to her cheek, leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back and locked his eyes with hers. Although he already knew that he would go, he still wanted her approval and her support. Felicity had her doubts about his plan, but since he was going anyway, there was no use in denying him what he wanted and needed. With a weak smile, she gave him her consent.

Oliver shot Lyla a brief glance, and she wrapped an arm around Felicity’s shoulders and nodded her head. Obviously, it was her way of reaffirming Oliver that she was going to take good care of Felicity. Felicity felt a need to roll her eyes at that, but managed to keep it under control.

When Oliver and John walked to the elevators, Felicity rested her head on Lyla’s shoulder. She really needed a friend tonight, she guessed.

The elevator doors opened, and John and Oliver got in. Oliver looked nervous, taking in a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling. Going back to Lian Yu, no matter how long it had been since he had made those traumatizing experience there, wasn’t easy for him. It just opened up old wounds.

John, on the other hand, smiled comfortingly. He winked at Felicity before the elevator doors closed. He would take care of Oliver as well as Lyla would take care of Felicity.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Felicity released a long sigh. She felt tears burning in her eyes although she didn’t know where they came from. Was she sad? Angry? Scared? Frustrated? All at once?

“I guess I should tell you that our girls’ nigh include five of your and both of my children,” Lyla said, “although I am still working on convincing Laurel and Tommy to take all seven of them. You know, it’s close by, so my agents could easily have an eye on them, and we could have some well-deserved wine-time.”

Felicity chuckled. “I know it’s only three p.m., but do you think that’s late enough for wine-time?”

“You have six kids.” Lyla shrugged her shoulders. “If that isn’t an excuse to make every time wine-time, what is?”

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“I know we had this conversation already,” John said slowly, putting a foot on the hatch that led down to the Lian Yu prison, “but what exactly do you promise yourself from this?”

Oliver put down the backpack, rubbed his hands over his tired face and took a moment to think about his answer. The truth was that, the more he had to justify his decision, the harder it was for him to do so. He couldn’t say that though because he couldn’t justify that decision to himself anymore, he wouldn’t be able to go through with it, and he couldn’t have left his home to do this and then not do it.

“Slade knows things. I don’t know how, but he does. When he knows about it, we know how serious it is.”

John shrugged his shoulders. “And when he doesn’t? Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

Oliver didn’t answer to that. He knew that John was right, and he had thought about that too. If Slade knew something, he’d know that his family was in danger. If Slade didn’t know something, his family could still be in danger. He just wouldn’t know for sure.

“So you know that you will go out of this conversation as the loser either way.” John crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Are you sure it’s worth it?”

No, Oliver wasn’t sure it was worth it. He wasn’t sure at all.

“It’s too late to think about it now,” he said, pushing John’s foot aside lightly and started spinning the wheel to open the hatch, “we’re here already.”

As soon as the hatch opened, he lifted it up and took the first rung of the ladder down into the prison. The sooner he got in, the better. He didn’t want to be given a chance to change his mind, and he wanted to get back to Felicity and the kids as soon as possible.

“It’s not that I didn’t try,” he heard John murmur before his head disappeared under the ground.

He could feel Slade’s gaze on him immediately. It made his hair stand on ends and goosebumps spread all over his skin. Maybe he had underestimated the effect seeing him again would have on him.

Once his feet touched the concrete of the prison ground, Oliver sucked in a deep breath. Instead of turning to Slade directly, he turned to the A.R.G.U.S.-agent that was standing at the wall, holding his weapon in front of him like some kind of shield.

“Agent Michaels told you that I need five minutes with him?”

The agent nodded and shot a brief, suspicious glance at Slade before he looked back at Oliver again. It didn’t happen too often that someone came to Lian Yu and wanted to talk to Slade, Oliver guessed.

“Stay out of reach from the bars. The exchange of items of any kind is not permitted.”

“Understood.”

The agent looked Oliver and Slade up and down one last time before he started climbing up the ladder and left them alone. Once the hatch was closed up there, Oliver took position at the wall where the agent had stood before, leaned against the cool stones and finally lifted his gaze.

Slade Wilson had grown old. His hair was almost completely grey now. It was shorter than it used to be. His beard was longer though. He looked like a perfect exemplar of a long-time prisoner. His eye carried the same sparkle of anger or craziness or maybe even evilness though.

“What do I owe this honor to?”

“No words of welcome?”

“Time’s precious in here.” Slade looked around his cell. “Don’t want to miss a moment here, so I’d rather get this over with.”

“I heard rumors.”

“Rumors?” Slade didn’t bat his eye. He just started at Oliver blankly. “Have you brought tea and little tiaras too? Being a father of girls must have gotten into your head. What’s your latest named again? Mia? Like mommy, your mommy of course.”

He was trying to get into his head. He knew that Oliver wouldn’t stay long, so he was doing his best to start immediately. He wanted to set him off.

Oliver decided not to focus on that. Instead, he wanted to focus on the fact that he had been right. Slade still knew things and he had kept an eye on Oliver even from here. If there was something, he would know.

“Speaking of mommy, how’s our sweet blonde with the glasses? Fe-li-ci-ty.”

He emphasized her name the same way Oliver did so often, syllable by syllable.

“Someone tried to killed her last year.”

“Buried alive. I’ve heard.” The corners of Slade’s lips twitched into a smile for a second. “A great bedtime story. I’ve been sleeping like a baby thinking about how close to being destroyed you came.”

He certainly did.

“The person who’s behind this will come back to end what he started.”

Slade stepped to the small cot at the back of cell and sat down there. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed this way too much.

“But you don’t know for sure. That’s why you’re here. You want me to tell you whether it’s true or really just some rumor.”

Oliver clenched his jaws. Sometimes he forgot that Slade could read him as well as Oliver could read Slade. When he already knew why Oliver had come here, it would be harder for him to tell whether Slade was saying the truth or playing with him.

“I could tell you,” Slade said, “but your wife has already claimed the favor that I owed you for letting me see my son instead of killing him.”

“I know.”

Back when Malcolm had faked Oliver’s death, Felicity had gone to Slade and asked where Malcolm could have possibly held him captive. He had told her because Oliver had spared the life of Slade’s son although he had abducted Felicity while she had been pregnant. That favor would have come handy now.

“I’m not going to tell you,” Slade said, his voice uninterested.

Oliver nodded his head slowly. He hadn’t expected anything else. The problem was that he wasn’t sure if Slade knew or didn’t know. He had really thought that he would know, but the fact that Slade had known why he had come here and the long time that had passed since they had seen each other the last time, made it difficult. He really wasn’t sure.

For a split second, he considered offering something to him. There had to be something that Slade would want. Maybe seeing his son again.

Then again, Oliver was sure that the more desperate he’d appear, the less Slade would be willing to help him. He would enjoy seeing him suffer, and it would be worth more to him than any brief moment of reward. Besides, letting Slade see his son would only cause new problems. Slade might love his son and want what was best for him, but Oliver wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t use him for his own plans if necessary.

“Goodbye, Slade.”

Slade seemed surprised that the conversation was over for Oliver already. Apparently, he had calculated on that. Just like Oliver before, he seemed to consider saying something to make Oliver stay a little longer, but he didn’t.

“Give your wife my regards. She can visit me anytime.”

Ignoring that comment, Oliver climbed the ladder back up. He punched his fist against the hatch that was opened for him immediately. As soon as he had climbed up the rest of the way and was back on the overground, he grabbed his backpack and turned to John.

“Let’s go.”

He didn’t wait for John to reply. He just made his way to where their boat was waiting for them. He didn’t want to stay here for even a second longer than necessary.

It took John barely a minute to catch up to Oliver. He walked next to him in silence for a short while, but he soon cleared his voice.

“So I guess the conversation didn’t go the way that you thought it would?”

“Worse,” Oliver replied, “it went exactly like I feared it would.”

John nodded his head slowly. “So we don’t have any new information?”

“Wouldn’t say that.” As soon as Oliver arrived at the boat, he threw the backpack into it and started pushing the boat further into the water. “We know that we need to tell Lyla to hire a different agent to watch Slade because that one is definitely doing all kind of networking for Slade. And now I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I just want to go home.”

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Felicity woke up to the familiar feeling of a strong arm wrapping around her. His chest pressed against her back, his legs tangled with hers. Still half-asleep, she could feel Oliver pressing his nose against her neck and breathing her in.

With tired sigh, Felicity grabbed his hand from her stomach and pulled it to the top of her chest to press it against her naked skin there. She hadn’t slept much that last night when he had been away. She just couldn’t get used to sleeping without him there, especially knowing where he had gone.

“You’re back.” Felicity scooted back in bed a little, so her body was even closer to Oliver’s. If she could, she would just crawl right into him. “That’s good.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Oliver’s voice was hoarse. “Sorry.”

“I’m glad I know you’re back here with me.”

Felicity was so tired that she could easily just close her eyes again and fall back asleep. She could just feel in the tension of Oliver’s arm and chest that there were things that he needed to talk about. He probably wouldn’t want to, but he needed to nonetheless.

Gathering the little energy that she still had left, Felicity opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. She considered turning around and facing Oliver, but she kind of liked the way he breathed into her neck. It made her hair move and sent chills all through her body. Rubbing her hand up and down his forearm, she let him know that she was truly awake now and not in some sort of half-sleep.

“How did it go?”

“As bad as possible, I fear.”

Felicity frowned for a moment, considering what exactly that could mean. Knowing Oliver, she guessed that she knew the answer though.

“You can’t tell whether Slade is saying the truth or not?”

Oliver released a breath of relief at the fact that she knew already and he didn’t have to explain it. The tone of her voice had been rather neutral instead of reproaching as he might have thought it would be. She wasn’t holding it against him that he had gone there although it hadn’t helped him, and she had seen that coming.

“No, I can’t.”

Felicity lifted his hand to her lips for a moment and placed a kiss to the palm of his hand.

“How are you feeling now?” Felicity asked. “You wanted clarity. You didn’t get it.”

Not answering yet, Oliver moved his foot up and down Felicity’s calf slowly. His nose pushed against her back once more, breathing in the scent of her body again. Felicity knew that apperceiving her helped him keeping a clear head and staying grounded.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I’m not a step further than when Helena has left.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Felicity reached out her hand and turned on the small light on the nightstand before she turned around in bed. Oliver slid up the mattress and rested his head on the pillow next to hers, so they were face to face. Barely a couple of inches separated their lips from each other. Felicity could feel his breath on her skin.

“I know why you feel like that.” Felicity put her hands to Oliver’s cheeks and stroked her fingertips through his stubble. “But that’s not true. You have that information, and you have done whatever you can to verify it. You haven’t found anything.”

“I didn’t find anything to falsify it either.”

Felicity pulled his face closer and touched his lips with her. It was a long but chaste kiss and still made her skin tingle. When their lips parted, Felicity didn’t pull very far away. She just angled her head back enough, so she could look at Oliver and see his entire face.

“We are warned,” she said firmly. “In case anything happens, we are warned. We know where to start. We know – at least in parts – how that person thinks and operates. That’s allowing us to be at least a tiny step ahead.”

“I am not sure that it will be enough.”

“It has to be,” Felicity insisted, “because just think about how long it took Slade to come back here for revenge after he found out how Shado died. Think about how much time Malcolm took to plot his revenge on you. Whoever did that, if he comes back at all, might take years to do so. We can’t spend years watching our backs every step on the way. We are careful as it is, but we can’t live in constant fear.”

She could see in Oliver’s eyes that he knew she was right. He had spent years of his life, expecting nothing but the worst and keeping everyone at arm’s length because he feared what would happen to them. He had lived with that extra cautiousness for so long, and it hadn’t made him happy. It had ben the very thing that had kept him from being happy for so long.

Oliver rested his forehead against hers once more and closed his eyes. She could feel him frown against her forehead, while he was trying to find out what was the right thing to do and say right now.

When he opened his eyes, he pulled back an inch and sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He didn’t look relaxed, but Felicity hadn’t expected him to anyway. Whatever the result of his thought process was, he wasn’t really satisfied with it.

“Just one more week,” he asked with hoarse voice, “give me one more week to find out something more. I’m not going to leave Starling City for it. I will not break more laws than we do on a daily basis, but… I can’t let it go yet. I need… I need a little more time.”

“Okay. I guess that’s fair. You get more time.” Felicity nodded her head and pecked his lips briefly. “And now you need sleep. We both do.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

They got into their usual sleeping positions with Felicity lying on her back and Oliver on top of her, his ear pressed to her chest. Like usually, he fell asleep to the rhythmic beating of her heart. It might be the calmest night he had had in a while.

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sara Lance/Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Sara Lance/Oliver Queen, Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Sara Lance/Felicity Smoak Characters: Sara Lance, Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen Additional Tags: Angst and Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Porn, Pre-Relationship, on the smoaking canary and olicity, Established Relationship, on the canarrow, First Kiss, Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Trans Female Character, Girl Penis, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Pre-Poly, canarrow want felicity so much its nonsensical at this point, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Arrow (TV 2012) Season 2, Mostly Canon Compliant, Multiamory March, Multiamory March 2024 Series: Part 72 of take me to your best friend’s house (I loved you then and I love you now) Summary:

Sara offered an innocent shrug. “I bet Oliver that I could steal a kiss from you before he ever did.”

Hurt flashed across Felicity’s face, but awkward laughter spilled out of her lips. Oh, yes, she was sold before she even knew it.

Or, the one where Sara makes a bet with Oliver that she can get a kiss from Felicity before him. Prompts: Kiss, struggling and journey.

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oliver queen is in love | one shot ✦ ao3

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Ch11 The Gift You Gave Me

Oliver watched Felicity in concern, his eyes moving over her, taking everything in about her there was to take.

Her movements were slow as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.

She had sworn off coffee for the duration of her pregnancy. The lack of caffeine tended to make her a little grumpy in the mornings. He could handle grumpy Felicity in the mornings. She handled him when he was grumpy most of the time.

What he didn’t think he could handle was Felicity suffering in silence.

The dark circles under her eyes, pale skin, the tiredness in her movements were all indications she wasn’t sleeping well.

She hadn’t woken him up like she did that first time almost two weeks ago, but he was certain she was still having nightmares. He heard her crying in the shower sometimes. He thought the nightmares were about Tommy. Felicity would flinch whenever he was mentioned and she could no longer bring herself to visit his grave.

However, this was all speculation on his part. Felicity wouldn’t talk to him about her nightmares. It was a little frustrating when all he wanted to do was help her, but he understood.

There were things he couldn’t bring himself to talk about with anyone.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Felicity sat at the table, and Oliver put a plate of toast and fruit in front of her.

“Fine.” Felicity answered.

Oliver sighed inwardly. It was no wonder why Felicity hated it when he said he was fine, when he was anything but fine.

“You look tired.” He tried again, mentally slapping himself as soon as he said it. Even he knew you didn’t tell any woman, let alone a pregnant one, that she looked tired.

“Growing another person is exhausting.” Felicity replied, deflated.

Oliver sat across from her. “Maybe you should take the day to rest, then?”

“No,” Felicity shook her head.

“Felicity, you said it yourself. You’re exhausted.”

“I also said I’m fine and I am.” Felicity was firm in her words. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

But he was worried. Still, he nodded, letting the discussion drop. He didn’t want to argue with her and add to her stress.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity removed her glasses and rubbed at her eyes, a yawn pulling at her. Her vision had started to blur and every half hour she had to shut her eyes for just a few minutes.

She would stretch her legs whenever she felt sleep pulling at her.

She really was exhausted. She hadn’t had a good night's sleep in weeks.

Nightmares continued to haunt her. Nightmares filled with Tommy spitting venomous words at her, blaming her, promising she was going to kill their baby like she killed him. Words that he hated her and regretted every moment he spent with her.

Most nights, she avoided sleep until she could no longer keep her eyes open.

Exhaustion was preferable to dreaming of a volatile Tommy who blamed her for everything.

Her phone buzzes on her desk with Oliver’s contact picture flashing.

“I promise I am going to take a break and go for lunch.” She said in greeting as she answered his call.

Since the night she woke him up, Oliver had been a bit of a worrywart and she felt like she had to manage him or he would continue to hover around her like a mother hen.

John had taken a more laid back approach and preferred to watch their back and forth, only intervening when he felt it necessary to do so.

“Actually, I was wondering if you want to grab lunch with me. There’s this little place not far from here that makes the best bagels in the city.” Oliver suggested. “On the drive to work, you mentioned wanting cream cheese and bagels.”

Felicity bit her lip, her stomach growling with the mention of bagels and cream cheese." I’ll meet you in the lobby in half an hour."

“See you then. If you’re late, I will come and get you.”

“I won’t be late,” said Felicity, ending the call.

“He’s the one who’s always late. Not me.’’ Felicity said to herself.

“If you’re late, I will come and get you,” she mocked with a shake of her head.

Please, she was not gonna be the one who was late.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity was late.

Oliver looked down at his watch as people passed him in the lobby, never failing to linger and stare.

She was twelve minutes late, but Oliver figured he give her five more minutes. However, after Bethany from PR stopped to ask him to dinner, pushing her chest out, batting fake eyelashes and squeezing his biceps, he excused himself and headed back up the elevator to Felicity’s floor.

Oliver passed cubicle after cubicle. A few employees were brave enough to approach, but with a polite smile, he continued on his way. Only stopping when he reached Felicity’s little corner in the IT department.

She didn’t look up as he filled the open doorway.

He stood there for a moment, watching her. She was engrossed in her work. Chewing on a familiar red pen as her fingers danced over the keyboard in rapid movements.

It was so reminiscent of the day they met. It brought a soft smile to his lips. After a moment, he cleared his throat and rapped his fist on the doorjamb.

Felicity’s head shot up. She pulled the end of the pen from her mouth. "Oliver, what are you doing here?"

“Lunch,” he reminded, stepping further into the room.

“I still have..” Felicity glanced at the clock. “Oh, I’m twenty minutes late. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Oliver stuffed his hands in his pants pockets. “Ready to go.”

“Yeah, just let me close out of this,” Felicity answered. She had made him wait long enough, and she was hungry.

With a few quick clicks, Felicity was standing from her desk, slipping her phone into her pocket.

Oliver helped her into her jacket as she grabbed her bag.

They easily fell into a discussion about their earlier part of the day as they walked through the IT floor. Oliver’s hand had instinctively found its way to her lower back.

There was no mistaken the familiarity between the pair.

As soon as they were enclosed in the elevator, the door closing behind them, the whispers on the IT floor began, hushed discussions taking over.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity cast a look around the quaint cafe. It wasn’t overly fancy; it was nice enough to be casual.

She and Oliver were seated on the outside deck. There was an extra chair and placement.

“What’s good here besides the bagels?” Felicity wondered, picking up the menu, peering at the listed choices.

“The coffee.” Oliver answered.

“I can’t have coffee.” reminded Felicity.

“The French toast is really good,” Oliver added. “I had it a few times.”

Felicity hummed. She wasn’t really Feeling French toast at the moment.

Oliver’s phone buzzed, and he pulled from his pocket. Reading the text, he glanced over at Felicity. “I hope you don’t mind, but we have a plus one, joining us for lunch.”

“John?” asked Felicity, not looking away from the menu.

“Thea.” Oliver corrected.

Felicity dropped the menu in surprise, her eyes shooting at him.

Felicity had very limited interactions with Thea. Two that she could recall.

Before she could react farther, Thea appeared.

“Ollie!” she smiled.

Oliver stood to greet his sister and pulled her chair out for her.

Felicity stood and only sat down after Thea did.

“Thea, you remember my friend Felicity?” Oliver said.

“Of course.” Thea grinned at Felicity. “I’ve been nagging Oliver to bring you to dinner at home for weeks.”

“Oliver, never said anything.” Felicity offered a polite smile. "It’s nice to see you again."

“Same. I’m glad it’s under better circumstances than last time.” Thea said.

Felicity’s smile dimmed at the reminder of Tommy’s funeral.

Before Felicity could respond, Oliver’s phone vibrated, and he was excusing himself a moment later. “I promise to make it up to you both, but I have a last-minute meeting with Walter I can’t miss.”

Oliver lifted Felicity’s hand, pressing the back of her knuckles to his lips in apology.

Thea raised an eyebrow, barely batting an eye when Oliver stood, stopping long enough to press a kiss to her forehead and continuing on his way.

“How long have you been sleeping with my brother?” asked Thea.

Felicity choked on air, her arm instinctively curling around her front as she attempted to clear her throat.

“I’m not. It’s not like that,” Felicity protested. “We’re just friends.”

“That’s what Ollie keeps telling me.” Thea said, her eyes doubtful.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

Felicity smiled up at the server that appeared at their table. “I’ll have a hot chocolate with whip cream and a bagel with cream cheese and a buttery croissant.”

“And for you, Miss Queen?”

Thea didn’t look away from Felicity. "I’ll have a Java chip Frappuccino and chocolate chip pancakes."

“Your order will arrive shortly,” the server informed them before stepping away from the table.

Thea leaned forward, her voice lowering to a murmur. “If you’re just friends, how are you pregnant with my brother’s baby?”

“I’m not.” Felicity spluttered.

“Oh,” Thea leaned back. “So, you’re not pregnant, then?” She arched a perfect brow in challenge.

“I mean yes.” Felicity’s eyes widen. “No.” her face scrunched, and she leaned forward speaking in hushed tones. “Do I have pregnant imprinted on my forehead or something?”

Thea leaned back in her seat, her eyes taking Felicity in. “Most people are coffee drinkers. You purposely steered cleared at caffeine even though I noticed you breathe in deeply just so you can inhale the smell of coffee in the air. Plus, you can’t keep your hand off your stomach.”

Felicity’s hand fell away from her body, self-consciously.

“So?” asked Thea, expectantly.

“Can we talk about this later, somewhere more private?” Felicity asked, casting a furtive glance around the cafe.

Thea followed her eyes. There was no one looking at them. But she could understand Felicity’s caution.

“Certainly.” Thea answered.

Felicity let out a relieved breath.

“Tonight. Dinner at the mansion. Around 7.” Thea said.

Felicity had felt relief too soon.

“Until then, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Thea suggested.

“What do you want to know?” asked Felicity, resigning herself to an interrogation.

“Everything.” Thea answered. “You can start with how you met my brother.”

“He walked into my cubicle and asked for help with technology. Being stranded on an island left him with a lot of catching up to do.” It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth.

“I guess you’re pretty good at your job then. Walter’s mention you a few times.”

“I like to think so,” Felicity replied modestly.

“How good?” Asked Thea. “What is it that you do at the company exactly besides help lost billionaires?”

“I write computer codes. Cyber security and, quite frankly, I do it better than the head of my department. I’m not sure he know’s his head from his ass, let alone how to write codes to improve the company’s firewalls protecting its sensitive data.”

“I have no idea what you just said, other than you are brilliant,” said Thea.

“Among other things.” Felicity replied.

“Tell me more about you and Ollie?”

Felicity leaned back, settling in for a long lunch.

Oliver was going to owe her one after this.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Near the end of the day, Oliver rode the elevator with John down to the I7 floor.

“You left her with Thea?” asked John.

“For lunch.” Oliver clarified.

“Intentionally?” he asked

“Of course not. Walter called. I had to go,” Oliver defended. “But Thea’s been wanting to meet her.”

“Please, tell me you did not set up that lunch, knowing you would have to skip out?” asked John.

Oliver was silent, and it was answer enough for John.

“Oliver, man.” John shook his head.

“It’ll be fine,” Oliver said as the doors opened.

John sent him a doubtful look.

Oliver stepped out of the elevator and headed down the familiar path to Felicity’s cubicle.

He was expecting a silent treatment, a scowl, her loud voice.

What he wasn’t expecting was Felicity’s laughter.

He could barely recall the last time he heard Felicity’s laugh.

He turned the corner to see Thea sitting across from Felicity, her own laughter brighter than he heard it in weeks.

“Thea, what are you doing here?” asked Oliver.

Thea turned, shooting him a grin. “I’ve been keeping Felicity company. You should have introduced us earlier. I love her.”

“You spent the last couple of hours together?” asked Oliver, surprised.

“We have.” Felicity answered. “Thea is quite the interrogator.”

Oliver winced.

“But once got past all the questions about me and moved on to you. We hit it off, no problem.” Felicity said. “Thea has no shortage of stories about you in your youth.”

She didn’t. Oliver turned to Thea. “What have you been telling her?”

Thea grinned. “Nothing that’s not true.”

Oliver looked at John.

“Don’t look at me,” said John, raising his hands up. “You set this in motion. Not me.”

Yes, he did, and Oliver wasn’t sure he had made the right decision.

#fanfic #olicity #felicity smoak #oliver queen #oliver x felicity #olicity fic #arrow #olicity fanfic #fanfic: the gift you gave me

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sovvannight · 1 year

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Olicity Smut Recs from Twitter 10/2020

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6727867

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9711335

archiveofourown.org/works/4618551

archiveofourown.org/works/12116925

archiveofourown.org/works/4102045

archiveofourown.org/works/2057757

archiveofourown.org/works/6459118

archiveofourown.org/works/3556271

archiveofourown.org/works/5382263

archiveofourown.org/works/22520563

archiveofourown.org/works/5105783

archiveofourown.org/works/4090495

archiveofourown.org/works/20056390

archiveofourown.org/works/10938729

archiveofourown.org/works/8015125

archiveofourown.org/works/10676223

archiveofourown.org/works/10248983

got tired of copying out the images, so here’s the rest from that thread:

a game of cat and mouse by @felicityollies / https://archiveofourown.org/works/10073753

favors by @felicityollies / https://archiveofourown.org/works/9121867

everything you want by @felicityollies / https://archiveofourown.org/works/7896064

haematocrit by @lexiblackbriar / https://archiveofourown.org/works/24376435

haematophagia by @lexiblackbriar / https://archiveofourown.org/works/23735176

always been you @olicitysbett / https://archiveofourown.org/works/22617319

core curriculum series by @dettiot / https://archiveofourown.org/series/254224

shatter by thebaroness / https://archiveofourown.org/works/2199108

grind by ladychi / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1080980

the new normal by rosietwiggs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/5652889

sweating our confessions by @callistawolf / https://archiveofourown.org/works/24075433

i know i don’t know you (but i want you so bad) by @sarcastic_fina https://archiveofourown.org/works/1156148

(find a place where) happiness begins by @smoaksmile / https://archiveofourown.org/works/24862117

(your love is) always on my mind by @smoaksmile / https://archiveofourown.org/works/23028616

will that be all, mr. queen? by rosietwiggs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1057537

oxytocin by rosietwiggs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1224181

little black dresses and king-sized messes by MachaSWicket / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4082824/

what’s your fantasy? series by chasethewind / https://archiveofourown.org/series/52758

dare to touch by smoaknbabs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4599042

model behavior by chasethewind / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4603140

devil’s backbone by anthfan / https://archiveofourown.org/works/2795345

remove all doubt by puzzledhats / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1107263?

don't you just love the desire taking hold of you (well, I can tell you do) by sarcastic_fina / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1183355

four walls (of law firms and honey) by @dust2dust34 / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3982066

the way you make me feel (i call it love) by smkkbert / https://archiveofourown.org/works/8498329

the strings we attach by kwrites / https://archiveofourown.org/works/5368454?

dream a little, dream of me by seetheskyaboveus / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4772999

oblivion (is calling out your name) by seetheskyaboveus / ch 6 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/3103742/

twelve hours by @callistawolf / https://archiveofourown.org/works/12378546

no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin by @callistawolf / https://archiveofourown.org/works/8436772

helping hand by izzyface / https://archiveofourown.org/works/11391354

dropping towel by acheaptrickandacheesyoneline / https://archiveofourown.org/works/9715457

technical awareness and DIGITal input by sailorslayer3641 / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4048378

make you feel that lovin’ by icouldbuildacastle / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3791956

heat wave by mdchica83 / https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364593

another kind of island by emmilyne / https://archiveofourown.org/works/5943487

the arrangement by anythingbutplatonic / https://archiveofourown.org/works/6729256

taste of your poison paradise by hoodiesandcomputers / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3149957

watching, waiting, wanting, wishing by nightkeepyr / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3668634

#arrow #arrow fic rec #olicity #twitter backup

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jooeeydee · 6 days

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We know how Sara Lance likes her coffee, black with lots of sugar! We learn that early on in Legends Season One. You might like your coffee differently and that's fine, so is artistic liberty in matters the show didn't elaborate on but if the show gave us the answer, stick with it. And the shows gave us several people's coffee preferences. Sara drinks it black with two sugars, Oliver likes it black, Felicity drinks a none fat latte with extra sugar (that makes zero sense on a nutrition level) just to name a few. We got the info. So do your research. Use another methaphor. Sorry things like that just really annoy me. But then again, I spend hours working out the smallest detail and researching things like Max Fuller's wife's name...

She doesn't like her coffee bitter, like her relationships and dirty martini, the woman mainly drinks scotch!, like do your research if you use it as something to make a point about a character and their actions.

And Sara was not sleeping with whoever tickled her fancy during her time with the Legends. There were a few choice people she hooked up with but she wasn't sleeping her way through time as so many Avalance people would like to make it out.

And who the hell thinks Ava's sweet while Oliver is bitter? It's like the exact opposite. Oliver's the sweetest person on the planet, Ava is so fucking bitter it's not even funny anymore.

And I don't why I'm over here ranting. Blame it on all the people tagging fics as Canarow simply for mentioning the fact that Sara used to date Oliver. That's a fact, you don't need to tag it that for two sentences.

I swear I get heat for also tagging a Canarrow story Olicity because technically in the story Oliver is with Felicity as in the present but Avalance and Olicity people tag a story Canarrow just because Sara and Oliver having been together is mentioned or they break up in the first chapter and them actually being together is never shown in the story.

Make it make sense and stop tagging your toxic bullshit with my ship! There are so few Canarrow fics out there don't throw your anti-fics in there I don't want to see those toxic ships under my happy tag.

I think I'm done now.

And where are my fellow Canarrow writers at? I sort of want to go through with "there can't be a none Canarrow ship at the top of the Canarrow tag" but I'm one person, my muse is flakey and given the amount of Avalance and Olicity people that are currently falsely tagging their fics Canarrow I will not be able to do that.

Wow this post just turned into something entirely different.

Anyway... I hope everyone has a great day.

#sara lance appreciation #otp: i chose you / i'm gonna stay with you #canarrow #oliver x sara #sara x oliver #sara lance defence squad #pet peeve as a writer do your research!#sara lance likes her coffee sweet and that is important #oliver queen defence squad #he's the sweetest person on the planet #anti avalance I guess #anti olicity i guess #oliver and sara were so unbelievably sweet as a couple they gave you a sugar rush #stay the fuck out of our tag #keep your toxic ships out of our tag #canarrow fics are a rarety so don't taint them with wrongly tagged fics #yes I rant here because i would never make a writer feel bad by simply commenting because their tagging is in accurate bullshit #i'm not that person and i much rather uplift people with positive comments than tearing them down with negatives #inspire and motivate is the goal #but sometimes i gotta rant so here we are #arrow #legends of tomorrow

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herosstoic · 1 year

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Loosely inspired by Cluedo and early S3 Olicity angst

Romance | Canon Divergence | Lots of UST| Angst and Fluff

Now complete!! Took a little longer than the holiday timeframe, but the friends (to strangers) to lovers angst still works!

A masquerade Christmas ball in a sprawling mansion. Two lonely people who decide that for just tonight, they are strangers. An irresistible attraction that they can only deny for so long. What starts as an amusing distraction during a tedious party, turns into a mini whodunit complete with a few colorful characters, a secret passage, and some forbidden moves - now if Oliver and Felicity would just get a clue about each others true feelings ...

Complete 5/5 chapters | 23,346 words

#olicity #arrow #cw arrow #ao3 #fan fiction #ao3fic #fanfic #felicity smoak #oliver queen #canon divergence #holiday fic #angst #fluff

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ymnfilter · 1 year

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summary:

What if Oliver and Felicity met at ARGUS three years before Oliver Queen was found alive? What if they still fell in love, despite Oliver being at his darkest? What if Oliver Queen still came back to Starling City to right his father's wrongs? Only this time, with a wedding ring and a more emotionally stable mind-set?

teaser:

“I don't want to go anywhere without you.” He tells her, and he can see her melt at his words, an almost wordless ‘aww’ leaving her lips before she rolls over on top of him,

“It won't be for long. Just a couple of months and I'll join you.”

“And then we'll start a new life.”

“That's right. We'll buy our own place, and we'll paint the walls really bright, and have ridiculous amounts of throw pillows on our gigantic king sized bed-”

“-and we'll also have a proper wedding ceremony.” Oliver continues for her, and Felicity hmms,

“Maybe something outdoors. Or on the roof. A small ceremony with a few of our friends and family,”

“And no catering.” They grin at each other, and after a moment, Felicity's smile dims slightly as she traces her fingers along Oliver's hairline,

#ao3 #olicity #oliver queen #felicity smoak #arrow #felicity x oliver #oliver and felicity #olicity fanfiction #oliver queen x felicity smoak #olicity fanfic #olicity fic rec #olicity fanfc #fanfic

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smoaking-greenarrow · 2 years

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When Tommy has to bail on giving his best friend Felicity a ride home from college, Oliver takes his place. The problem? Felicity hates him. And she thinks Oliver hates her back. If they can survive a 12 hour car ride together, could it lead to forever?

#arrow #Olicity #Olicity fics #Oliver Queen #Felicity Smoak #olicity fanfic #olicity fanfiction #oliver and felicity

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maidmerrymint · 1 year

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This is one of the best Olicity fanfictions I've ever read. It's kind of a, what if Oliver and Felicity met before the island. It's also got an Ugly Betty theme to it.

#olicity fic #oliver queen x felicity smoak #fanfiction #ao3 #olicity #oliver queen #felicity smoak #arrow #green arrow

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ageless-aislynn · 11 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

I received this from both @authortobenamedlater and @lialacleaf thank you so much! 🤗🤗

I decided to spread the love over all of the fandoms I’ve written, not just focus on the recent ones *coughHalocough* 😂😉 or the fandom I’ve written the most in *coughTheFlashcough* but if somebody should happen to want my list of top [whatever number] fav Halo or Flash fics I’ve done, just let me know. Otherwise, enjoy the multi-fandomness! 🥳🎉

In alphabetical order by fandom, because that’s the way I roll... 🤷‍♀️😉 Edit: now with bonus matching vids because vidding is one of my fandom love languages so if I’ve written it, I’ve probably vidded it, if it’s possible, lol! 😇😉

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I don’t want to push you away, I don’t want to hold you at arm’s length I don’t want to push you away, it’s just a knee-jerk reaction...

I was going to borrow this vid to make a GIF for this post and realized... the vid itself actually supports the fic pretty well. Or vice versa. They’re both from 2014 and I don’t remember which I made first, oops! But if you end up watching it and reading the fic, let me know if you think they kinda do pair pretty well. They were both made in season 1 of Arrow, so maybe that was inevitable, I dunno! 🤷‍♀️😉

1. “Five Times Oliver Held Felicity (And The One Time She Held Him)” (Oliver Queen x Felicity Smoak, Arrow) This one has about the “prettiest” writing I’ve ever done, if that makes sense? I don’t fall into this sort of voice often but I hope it worked well for this one.

2. “Balancing Act” NSFW (The Tenth Doctor x Donna Noble, Doctor Who) My very first multi-chaptered fic and will always be a sentimental favorite. 💖 It’s also where I developed my love of writing humorous smuttistuffs. 😉 I’ve also vidded them a time or two. Here’s a happy one: “Short Skirt, Long Jacket”

3. “15 Minutes” WIP (Master Chief John-117 x Reader, Halo the series) This is truly one of my most favorite things I’ve written and I don’t say that lightly. This fic is my place to take refuge in and, while I don’t look forward to it ending, I’m also excited to share the entire story. However, if I don’t have chapter 8 ready to post not long after 7, I’m going to feel verrrrrry guilty. There’s a pretty big cliffhanger about to land. *whistles innocently* 😳😉

Now, since you can’t properly vid a Reader fic (since you don’t want to physically show that character), here’s my AO3 collection of Halo vids. The vids for the series are all pretty much John/Kai but you can always go straight for the AU Party Warthog and jump in, if you’re so inclined, lol! 😇😉

4. “Cold Hands” (Jordan Mahkent x Caitlin Snow, Stargirl/The Flash) I don’t often cross fandoms like this but ended up really enjoying the chance for these two to meet! Naturally, I also made a vid for them as well: “Gasoline”

5. “The Thousandth and the First” NSFW (Eobard Thawne x Caitlin Snow, The Flash) Snowells, my beloved, lol. I ended up writing them in their many variations and dopplegangers and such but this fic here? This one gave me the chance to both write a soulmate AU, which I’d wanted to do for a while, as well as to come up with an idea as to how a relationship could’ve actually worked between them as “realistically” (she says, having just told you this is a soulmate AU, lol) as possible. I’ve vidded them a lot but the one I’m going to suggest to pair for this particular fic is “I Know You” (where the GIF actually comes from as well) 😉

Honorable mention:

“Cherryished” (Peter Hale x Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf) Ohhh, I’ve wanted to write them for years and finally had a request that gave me the opportunity to make it happen. I should note that the vid I’m about to rec you uses a mix of the Teen Wolf series and Ian Bohen’s appearance on The Client List, so is quite suggestive, though nothing is graphically shown. “Get It” (password: peterhale)

Tagging any writer who sees this and would like to do it! *boops your nose politely* Please tag me so I can read your answers! 💖💖💖

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smkkbert · 3 months

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Time for a story - A.W.O.L.

Looking at the other side of the bed, Felicity decided that she had to kill Oliver.

Five seconds ago, she had been caught in a wonderfully steamy dream. She had been lying on the top of the desk in Oliver’s office at City Hall with the hem of her skirt pushed up over her hips and her panties discarded on the floor. Oliver had been about to give her exactly what she had wanted. He had dropped his pants, and he had taken his member into his hand, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and giving her that kind of look. Then he had taken a step forward and-

- she had woken up. She had been lying in bed the same way that she had been lying on his desk. Her hands had been clenched to fists over her head. They had been holding onto the sheets instead of some random papers though. Her back had been arching off the sheets like it had been arching off the cool wood of the desk. Her legs had been spread to give room for the tingling feeling between her legs and for the man that had promised to make the best of that tingling feeling.

The abrupt ending of her dream had left her with a feeling of emptiness and dissatisfaction. She had been so close to have her husband give it to her in his office. Having that taken away from her so relentlessly had been just too much to take for a Sunday morning.

Of course Felicity had known an easy solution to her need of bringing her dream to a satisfying ending. She had turned around in bed under the blanket, willing to seduce her husband that never really needed much seduction anyway. When she had reached out her hand to touch his naked chest and start seducing him, the only thing her fingertips had touched had been the empty sheets.

So here she was now, lying in bed and staring at the empty side of the bed where her husband should be and hating him with every inch inside of her. She really needed Oliver right now, and he wasn’t here. She was sure that it went against the rules of marriage.

Felicity guessed she should have known that he had left the bed as soon as she had woken up. Usually, when she woke up, Oliver would lie on top of her with his head resting on top of her breasts. He always said that he loved listening to her heartbeat. She hadn’t noticed him sneaking out of bed though, so she hadn’t thought that he had actually left the bed.

Reaching out a hand, Felicity grabbed her hand from the nightstand and checked the time. It was eight thirty, a time Oliver was often out of bed already. He was probably out for a run. She got it, but it still wasn’t fair, and it definitely wasn’t okay.

Since she knew that she needed a quick solution to this problem, so she could solve the bigger problem of needing that damn orgasm, she started texting.

FQ: Had a special dream & am horny now. You better swing your ass back into bed before I take care of this myself in five minutes max or we might head into our first real marital crisis.

As soon as she had pressed ‘sent’, she swung her legs out of bed. After the terrible start into the day she had so far, she needed a coffee even more than she would need it after a good start into the day.

Felicity had just reached the door when a noise behind her made her turn around. Frowning, she looked around the room, but there weren’t any changes. Whatever she had heard must had come from outside. Someone had probably booted their trash can or something.

She was about to turn back to the door and get that coffee when a movement at the window made her flinch. She barely managed to bite back a screech, realizing that the movement came from a person that was right in front of their second-story bedroom window.

Within two seconds, she realized that the dark blonde hair and blue eyes didn’t belong to a stranger who would try to rob or kill them. Instead, they belonged to the very man that she had ordered to come here, so he could take care of her.

Felicity hurried to the window and opened it. She grabbed Oliver at the shoulders and pulled him into the room although she was sure that he didn’t need her help at all. The fact that he just landed on his feet easily and didn’t look stressed at all proved that. His shirt and forehead were sweaty and he was slightly out of breath, but Felicity doubted that it came from climbing up and in here.

In her hand, her phone started vibrating. The alarm for the unauthorized open window had gone off immediately. The system was exactly as reliable as it should be, Felicity thought, and typed in the code in before tossing her phone to the bed carelessly and turning back to Oliver.

A long moment of silence passed. Felicity was still looking at Oliver in disbelief, trying to understand what had just happened. Oliver, on the other hand, just grinned.

“And I thought this house was safe from anyone who would try to break in,” Felicity said eventually, “so much for that.”

“Of course it’s safe from people that want to break in.” Oliver’s grin widened. “I am living here. That doesn’t count.”

Felicity hummed and took a step forward, poking her forefinger into Oliver’s chest.

“For the record, if you had fallen down there and died, I would have killed you.”

Oliver grabbed her hand before she could poke his chest again. He lifted her hand to his lips and peppered sweet, little kisses to the tip of each finger. It made it impossible to even fake being mad at him.

“Whatever,” she told him, rolling her eyes and pulling her hand away from him, “I am need of some coffee.”

She turned around and took the first step to the door. Unsurprisingly, Oliver was faster than her. Within the beat of a second, he had pushed himself between her and the door, blocking her way out of the room.

“As far as I know,” he said slowly and waved his phone in front of her face, “you were in need of something entirely else.”

Felicity snorted. “That was before you scared the hell out of me, so if you excuse me and let me- down! Let me down!”

With a low chuckle and a shake of his head, Oliver had thrown his phone to the bed, stepped forward and lifted Felicity over his shoulder.

“Yeah, no way,” Oliver said, crossed the distance back to the bed and dropped her on it, “because you told me that you needed me to take care of you and your needs, so that is what I will do.”

He dropped her on the bed, so Felicity jumped up and down on the mattress a little. Within two seconds, he covered her body with his. His sweaty form pressed against hers. His lips started exploring the side of her neck.

Though she wanted to give into him instantly and continue where her dream had left them, she couldn’t resist the idea of teasing Oliver a little.

Wriggling underneath him, she tried to pull away from him. “You’re sweaty. And you stink.”

Oliver faltered, but she saw him roll his eyes. With a long sigh, he crawled back out of bed. Felicity had to admit that she was almost a little disappointed that he stopped so easily. There had been a time when he would have needed more convincing.

When he suddenly grabbed her hands, pulled her back into an upright position and lifted her over his shoulder once more, Felicity laughed though. Apparently, he wasn’t that easy to push away after all.

Without saying a word, Oliver carried her into the bathroom. He let her down on the floor right in front of the shower only to pull down her panties and drop them to the floor. Instead of taking off the shirt she had been sleeping in too, he pulled her close to him at the neckline of the shirt.

“Since I seem to be in need of a shower,” he whispered to her and leaned his lips so close to hers that Felicity could feel his breath against her skin, “I suggest that you come with me.”

Oliver didn’t leave her any time to object to his suggestion. He moved his hands to the back of her knees and lifted her into his arms. Her legs came to wrap around his hips, and her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. He carried her into the shower and pressed her back against the cool tiles. His lips started exploring the side of her neck.

Felicity loved it when they had sex like that. She loved it when it was somewhat rough but also very soft. Besides, since they had moved in here, the shower hadn’t been used properly, so it was about time, she guessed.

While Oliver was kissing and nipping at her neck playfully, Felicity just leaned her head back against the tiles and enjoyed. Oliver was very good with his lips and after all these years he knew exactly where to kiss, where to scrape his teeth against and where to bite down gently to bring her to the highest forms of pleasures.

This morning was no different. Felicity knew that she was wet and ready for him even before Oliver slipped a hand down her body and cupped his sex with his fingers.

“Oh god,” Felicity whispered and held onto the back of Oliver’s neck so tightly that her fingertips certainly dug into his skin there, “that’s so good.”

Oliver leaned his face against the side of her neck and hummed against her skin. The vibration made her skin tingle.

“And how good is this?”

Asking that, Oliver slipped two of his fingers into her tight channel. A long moan escaped Felicity’s lips, and she turned her head, so her nose pressed against Oliver’s temple. She breathed him in and dug her fingernails into his skin a little more.

“So good,” Felicity whispered.

Oliver started thrusting his fingers in and out of her. He curled his fingers inside of her while he was doing so. He just knew exactly how he got Felicity to where he wanted her.

It didn’t take Felicity long to feel a wave of pleasure washing around her. It was more of a splatter, but she could hear the loud roar of a giant wave. It was coming closer and closer and closer until-

“Ohhh!”

With a long moan falling from her lips, Felicity came. The pleasure rushed through her body and created little fireworks at the end of each nerve ending it seemed. She lost all sense for time and space. She couldn’t see or hear anything but Oliver. There was nothing but them and the way he made her feel.

Although the hot water from the shower caused steam to fill the air, she could feel Oliver’s warm breath against her ear. He had leaned his lips against the side of her face.

“Was that close to your dream?”

Felicity couldn’t say that she was really down from her peak of pleasure yet, but she knew that she would want and need more in seconds, so she didn’t want to waste any time.

“No,” she said with somewhat strong voice, “not yet.”

With quick hands, she hurried to pull down the zipper of Oliver’s jacket and pushed the fabric down his shoulders. She wanted him – all of him – and she wanted it now.

“I guess we have to continue until I have gotten it right then.”

Felicity chuckled and lowered her feet to the ground, so she could stand on her own feet. Doing so, she could push him a few inches away and make quicker work of his clothes. She took off his shirt and let the wet fabric fall to the floor. She hurried to unknot his sweat pants after that, hooked her fingers into their waistband and pulled them down with his boxer briefs in one go.

Stepping out of his sweatpants and boxer briefs that pooled around his ankles, Oliver took a step forward. He pushed Felicity back against the tiles at the wall and pushed one hand under her knee to wrap her leg around his hip and open him to her. Felicity could feel him hot and ready for her already. Obviously, she hadn’t been the only one that had been utterly turned on by the events this morning.

She moved her hands between them, took hold of his erection and moved her hand along it slowly. A guttural sound fell from Olive’s lips. His eyes went dark, and his jaws clenched together tightly. She could see it in the way his jaws tightened. His hips moved in rhythm to her hand’s strokes, pushing his cock into her hand eagerly.

As much as Felicity loved when Oliver took control and just took her, she also enjoyed moments like this very much. Oliver was so used to be in control over everything that it was good to see him give up all control and just hand it all to her. He trusted her so much that he would allow her to take all control. Just like that.

When his breathing quickened, he pushed away her hand and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Raising his gaze to hers, so their eyes locked, he pushed into her and filled her completely. He only stopped when he was buried into her to the hilt. He paused then, giving them both the moment to adjust and enjoy.

Having sex with Oliver always felt so special. It didn’t matter how often they had done it already or where and how they had done it already. Every new time was special, and Felicity doubted that she could ever get enough. As corny as it sounded, it was simply because she loved Oliver so much. She loved him so much that every time felt like it was new and special.

Felicity moved the tips of her fingers through Oliver’s stubble. She started at his chin and moved them all the way to the lope of his ear and from there to the back of his neck. She placed her hand there and pulled him closer until they lips came clashing together. Oliver’s tongue slipped into her mouth, while his front teeth were scraping against her bottom lip.

Moaning into his mouth, Felicity wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could. Balancing on the toes of her left foot, she started moving her hips. Oliver chimed in with her movements instantly. He tightened his hand behind her knee and put the other hand against the tiles of the shower. His lips never let hers.

They both moved unhurriedly. Despite their need for each other and the way they had planned to ravish each other, they just took their time now. Lazy morning sex was what they were going for because the lazier they moved, the longer it would take for them to end this. There was no rush. They could take all the time in the world.

While the water kept pattering down on them, they kept kissing, touching and thrusting. It was a perfectly quiet Sunday morning. It was a morning to memorize for sure.

Time became irrelevant. Felicity had no idea how much time passed until she felt another orgasm approaching her. Her toes started tingling, and her breath became more and more erratic. She was about to get lost in Oliver, and she could feel that he wasn’t far from hitting his peak of pleasure either. His thrusts weren’t as controlled as they had been at the beginning. His fingertips were digging into her skin so much that they might leave marks there.

“You know,” he whispered, visibly trying to hold on to his self-control long enough to say whatever he felt he needed to say, “if that is my punishment for being absent without leave, I might do that more often.”

Felicity grinned as much as she could because her body was slowly stopping to listen to what she wanted it to do. She grabbed some strands of his hair at the back of his head and pulled at them firmly.

“Don’t you dare,” she pressed out between gritted teeth, “or I will show you how mad that can truly make me.”

“Oh, don’t tempt me.”

“Trust me. There is nothing tempting about it.”

Felicity scratched her fingernails down Oliver’s back, making him groan. His lips lost his rhythm at the same time, and Felicity felt her own orgasm being triggered by Oliver’s orgasm. Both of their bodies were shaking, still holding onto one another.

Maybe he would get a real punishment for going AWOL the next time. This morning, he would just take the reward he was offered for it.

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