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viridescere) wrote2016-03-22 01:46 am
viridescere) wrote2016-03-22 01:46 am
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001 The Lair
Keeping a secret identity away from someone as savvy as Felicity Smoak had proven to be quite the undertaking and now that she knew, it made things a hell of a lot easier for Oliver. She was quite the executive assistant, as it were, and translating her from his public, corporate life to his private one had proven a very smart move on his part.
He could focus on saving the city and not keeping secrets from someone he trusted and cared about. Of course, it came with its own problems, namely, how to keep her safe. Now that Felicity knew his secret and knew exactly what he was up to in his down time (and, often, that she assisted with in hers), he had a burden to keep her protected and far away from those who might want to harm her. It was just the three of them, really - he, Dig and Felicity - and nobody else shared in this part of his life.
He could tell, sometimes, with the way she watched him that she wanted more. It was an intriguing prospect and one that Oliver himself could never think too much on. What would it be like to be with her, to have her challenging him on a personal level as much as she did on a professional one? What would it look like to see her let go of the million things that constantly ran through her brain and, instead, to see her focus all of that passion and knowledge and intensity on him? He didn't know. He couldn't find out.
If it came across as gruff, he didn't mean for it to, and he tried to tamp it down and push it away as best he could. He spent hours training just to keep from acting on his stupid, irrational impulses where Felicity Smoak was concerned and that's where he was now, hanging from a pipe deep in the basement, trying to focus his attention on his body and his conditioning and not on Felicity Smoak's charming babble.
He could focus on saving the city and not keeping secrets from someone he trusted and cared about. Of course, it came with its own problems, namely, how to keep her safe. Now that Felicity knew his secret and knew exactly what he was up to in his down time (and, often, that she assisted with in hers), he had a burden to keep her protected and far away from those who might want to harm her. It was just the three of them, really - he, Dig and Felicity - and nobody else shared in this part of his life.
He could tell, sometimes, with the way she watched him that she wanted more. It was an intriguing prospect and one that Oliver himself could never think too much on. What would it be like to be with her, to have her challenging him on a personal level as much as she did on a professional one? What would it look like to see her let go of the million things that constantly ran through her brain and, instead, to see her focus all of that passion and knowledge and intensity on him? He didn't know. He couldn't find out.
If it came across as gruff, he didn't mean for it to, and he tried to tamp it down and push it away as best he could. He spent hours training just to keep from acting on his stupid, irrational impulses where Felicity Smoak was concerned and that's where he was now, hanging from a pipe deep in the basement, trying to focus his attention on his body and his conditioning and not on Felicity Smoak's charming babble.
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"Too afraid," Oliver admitted. He reached his hand out and dragged it along the length of her body, trying to regain some control before he moved to cover her. Yeah, she wanted him, but he wanted to take his time and savor it.
"Too afraid that it would ruin our friendship. Same for you?"
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Letting her hand drop to the bed, she lifted herself on her elbows, hair falling behind her shoulders. Fully aware that the heat pooling in her stomach meant that she was more than ready for him, she looked him in the eye and confessed.
"If you don't make love-- or, I don't know, have sex with me right now? Oliver, I'm going to melt into this bed."
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Maybe there was such a thing as too slow. Oliver slid on top of her, his thighs on either side of her hips and his hands in her hair.
"Well, I think I can solve that problem. If I drag it out this time, do you promise to hold it against me later?"
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"If you drag it out any more, we'll be going backwards and you'll have to go home."
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Oliver laughed at that and slid down her body, lips pressing kisses against her breasts, the curve of her waist, her hips. He slid his hands under her ass to pull her up close to his mouth and pressed a kiss on the inside of one thigh before looking up at her.
"Are you really about to send me home right now?"
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She not sure if she says them or thinks them, but it's what goes through her mind as his mouth hovers over her thigh. That his lips actually go there causes her to writhe just a little and she finally snaps, whimpering his name, followed by a turn of her head to frown at him in her special Felicity Way.
"Oliver, if you don't do this, I will and then yes, I'll send you home, because I won't need you." Which was a total lie, but the sexual frustration was real and she was extremely close to rolling him over and taking control of the situation.
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"Yeah, yeah. You need me." Still, Oliver decided to stop teasing and actually put his mouth where she wanted it, right between her thighs, and sealed his mouth over her clit. He had wanted this for a long time and hoped that she wanted it just as much; judging from how she felt under him, she did.