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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.

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Skirt unzipped, blouse finally over her head, the only completely askew was the lamp, which made the room glow oddly. When Oliver tipped her chin up, Felicity blinked twice and said, "Oliver. You're in my apartment," before promptly covering herself with her arms. "I hit my ego somewhere but not my head. Can we just--"

She pulled her chin away from his hand and tried to pull herself up without uncovering her arms from her chest, her bra the only thing covering her breasts. Huffing to herself once she stood, she added, "I could just string cable wires for the bad guys and--" Moving her arm in a sweeping motion, she gave Oliver a wry smile and adjusted her glasses. "Knock 'em right out."

Oliver slid an arm around her waist and tried not to think about all the soft, bare skin under his hand. Not the time to think about that. She almost knocked herself out, this wasn't the time to come onto her. Especially considering she didn't want him in her apartment in the first place.

"Yeah. Let's try not to knock yourself out in the process, okay? I like you better when you aren't concussed and the babbling is just a charming idiosyncrasy and not a symptom of brain damage."

Felicity probably would have been okay if he hadn't touched her, but he did. He actually slid his arm around her waist, which put them in close proximity and it was at that point that Felicity lost all sense of what she'd been trying to think about and went on a rambling mess that had nothing to do with, well. Anything good.

"Wow." It was breathed slowly as she looked up at him, aware that he was all chest and warm masculinity at this close range. "You're really hot." Wait. "I mean, your hands are warm. Not that I have brain damage, at least because of the lamp, I mean." Her eyes never left his. "But this is why you shouldn't be here. Because." Just because. "You." What, Felicity? "And all the muscles." What? "And I'm not wearing a shirt. Or shoes." Super smooth. "God, you're tall."

No, she had no brain damage, but if Oliver thought she was incapable of speaking like a normal person while he was shirtless, now he knew what it was like to talk to her while he was post-workout and she had no shirt on. Honestly, she was so incredibly aroused being pulled against his chest and feeling the heat radiating from his body that she could barely breathe.

"I can give you a shirt, you know," Oliver said, bringing his hand down to tug up the tail of his slightly. "But it probably smells at this point, so you don't want it." He didn't look away from her. It was clear that Felicity was rattled by him and found him attractive but what he didn't see reflected in her eyes was the fact that the attraction was very much mutual.

He lightly brushed his thumb against her skin just at the curve of her waist, unwilling to let her go just yet. "We could both go shirtless. That's an option too."

Never had Felicity thought Oliver smelled bad, even when he was sweaty. It wasn't like he didn't wear deodorant, he just got sweaty and smelled like sweaty deodorant man. Offering his shirt was kind, except she was two feet from her closet and could get another, not to mention the fact that they'd come to her apartment with the intent to get a shirt for her to work out in.

Then he offered to remove it completely and just not wear one at all and she inhaled deeply as his thumb teased her skin. Arching closer to him in an attempt to get away - but not too far away - from the tickle of his teasing, she nodded slowly. "We could do that. It's only fair."

Getting her own shirt no longer seemed like a good idea when she could see him without one again.

Oliver nodded his head a little down toward his chest, gesturing for her to do the honors. "It's only fair," he echoed. "Do you want to handle that for me, Felicity?"

Maybe she was starting to get the idea that he was interested too, that he didn't quite know how to bridge the gap with her either and he was just a lot less vocal about it.

"Or should I deal with it myself?"

Do the honors?

Well, if he insisted, Felicity was certainly going to not object to that kind of offer. Reaching down to the hem, she tugged it up his chest and would have pulled it over his head except where he was eight inches taller than she was and her arms didn't go that high. Right about the place where the shirt got to his face, the same place her blouse had gotten on her, she got stuck and huffed a soft laugh.

"Sorry? Maybe you should--" She let go. "Deal with it."

Oliver had the sense not to laugh and finished pulling off his shirt, tossing it down to the floor before sliding his arm around her waist again. It was different now, pulling her close against him, because there was an intimacy in skin to skin contact that hadn't been there a few moments before.

"I have to say, this was an excellent idea," he said, giving her an amused smile. "Thanks for taking the initiative there, Felicity."

"Right."

She breathed it as she exhaled, well aware that the heat she was feeling now was all Oliver. His skin against hers and that chest, which now took up all of her vision unless she had the good sense to tilt her head back to look up at him, which she didn't do right away. First, she ran her fingertips over the muscles in front of her, the scars there, aware that he'd gone through so much, then looked up at him.

Saying the first thing that came into her head, Felicity murmured, "We're either too dressed or not dressed enough for whatever comes next, Oliver."

Oliver trailed his fingers along the curve of her waist, slid them back up to touch lightly at the strap of her bra. He was of the opinion that they could solve the tension between them fairly easily by just giving in but he didn't know how Felicity felt about it. Sure, she was attracted to him but attraction didn't necessarily mean she wanted to fall into bed with him right now.

"We could be a little less dressed," he murmured. He kept his eyes locked on hers, wanting her to see just how much he wanted so she wouldn't have any doubt that this was exactly where he wanted to be right now.

Felicity wasn't just attracted to Oliver, she felt her entire body hum every time he was within ten feet of her, which made being in close proximity on a regular basis extremely difficult. And while she'd had dreams - actual dreams - about his being in her bedroom and in her bed, it hadn't been quite like this. She'd been more suave, more in control, more... not herself.

When his fingers traced along the strap of her bra, her body responded, tightening in all the right places. It caused the tips of her breasts to tease against the lace of her bra, and she bit her lower lip to avoid making a sound in response to the delicious tease it gave her. Instead, she nodded along to his suggestion.

"We could," she agreed, her fingers curling against him. Without realizing, she'd tried to close what little distance there was between them because yes, this was exactly where she wanted to be, too.

Oliver slid his hand around to her back, fingers working on the clasp of her bra while he held her close. He didn't take his eyes off her, wanting to see every single reaction she had no matter how minuscule. He had been thinking about this for a long time, playing it over and over in his head, and he didn't want to cheat himself by looking away.

Her skin was soft, just as he'd imagined it would be, and it was a sharp contrast to the puckered scars against his own skin. Felicity hadn't been touched by what he'd been touched by and he wondered if she'd be able to deal with the darker side of him, the side that had seen and done things he wasn't proud of. He hoped she would be able to deal with it. He needed for her to be able to deal with it.

"Good so far?"

As her bra loosened and started to slide down her arms, Felicity shivered a little, but her eyes never left his. Still, she couldn't resist cracking a joke because, well. He was Oliver Queen and she was Felicity.

"I should be a little disturbed by how easily you did that, shouldn't I?" Her huff of laughter was all nerves, but she followed it up with a very serious, "I'm not. Disturbed, I mean. Because, obviously, you've done this before." And then, before he thought maybe she hadn't, she added quickly, "So have I. I mean, this isn't my first... time. I'm just gonna---" She frowned a little. "Shut up now."

"You should probably be glad I'm not a virgin," Oliver pointed out, sliding his hand down her neck and shoulder before lightly tracing the curve of her breast. "Because otherwise, I wouldn't last long enough to even make a memory and then what would you think? I'd just disappoint you. Probably better I can control myself."

Oliver wasn't sure what the extent of that control was going to be, considering how much he wanted her, but if she wanted to bring some levity into it he was glad to match her in that. Otherwise, this might be too intense to last long no matter what his stamina normally was.

"You could never disappoint me."

She whispered it as she looked at him, doing her best to ignore how his hand felt on her breast for the moment and supremely grateful that he'd ignored most of her rambling. "Not unless you waited too long to do this and, Oliver? You're starting to wait too long."

Leaning into him now that she was naked from the waist up, she may have accidentally trapped his hand between their bodies, but she wanted to feel his bare skin against hers and wasn't disappointed when she did so. He was warmer than she'd imagined he'd be but she leaned up so she could kiss him again, bringing her hands up to cup his face.

"Think we can move this to somewhere horizontal?" Oliver asked. As much as he liked kissing her like this and taking it slow, Felicity had a point about it taking too damn long. He could lift her up easily, carry her the few steps to the bed, make her stop thinking for a minute or two...yeah. That was a plan.

"I want to see what you look like when that brain of yours just stops processing."

"Bed's right there."

She said it as if he didn't know right where it was, as if it weren't a foot and a half behind her and all he had to do was lay her out on it and make her lose her mind over and over again. It was going to be so easy, and she knew it, but the idea that he wanted it as much as she did made her giddy inside.

Taking a step back, she pulled him along with her, eyes back on his.

Oliver took that invitation and lifted her up into his arms again before laying her down against the bed and covering her with his own body. This was different than before, when he was trying to help her up, and he hoped that she wouldn't associate the two.

"I've been wanting this for as long as I've known you, I think."

It's so much different having Oliver pressed against her from the top and she revels in how solid he is once more. Everything was so warm and she swore she was going to overheat before things got much further along and, before she could drown in his eyes, she closed her own. It was necessary to calm her breathing and center herself, though it had the added bonus of not allowing her to look at him, knowing that he was naked from the top up when she whispered, "We're still too dressed for this."

The 'this' they kept referring to. She'd wanted this for as long as she'd known him, too, and he had to have known it. He couldn't be that dense; women all over had wanted Oliver Queen. Men wanted Oliver. And now he was in her bed and she could feel his arousal as he leaned over her. It was too tempting not to, so she arched her body up just a little, teasing her hips into his cock.

"Me, too." It was totally inarticulate and not the babbling she was used to, but she had to tell him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"Never had sex with your clothes on? Makes it interesting," Oliver quipped. Still, she was right, and he slid off her just long enough to work on the rest of his clothes. Once that was dealt with, he slid his hands up Felicity's legs and rested them at her hips.

"Want a little help with these?"

What she'd wanted to say was, 'I want to see you,' but that kind of thought was lost as his hands ran up her thighs to the edge of her panties. Her heart stuttered as she looked at him between her thighs and all she could do was nod.

Desperately afraid if she spoke at that moment her voice would come out a whisper, Felicity simply nodded her head as she reached down with her own fingers and started the process, before shimmying her hips a little to help. And once that last barrier between them was gone, she leaned up on one elbow and used her free hand to trace a fingertip over the edge of his hip.

Oliver closed his eyes for a moment and took in a sharp breath when she touched him. He hadn't exactly been expecting that and it derailed his current plans.

"You have a way of getting me off task, you know. I'm sure you've noticed that a time or two?"

"You say that like you don't workout ten feet from my terminals on purpose," she murmured as she watched his stomach muscles jump when she did it again.

Watching him start to lose control gave her a sense of power that sent a shiver down her spine. Every part of her body felt like it was humming and with Oliver still over her like he was, Felicity was torn between pulling him down against her and keeping him where she could see and touch.

Her touch drove him insane and Oliver wasn't afraid to show that now, in her bedroom, the way he'd been afraid to before when he didn't know exactly where they stood with one another.

"I like seeing the way you react to me. It...it makes me want you more than I already do."

"That's not fair," she protested without any heat.

Now that he was there with her, it was obvious how she reacted to him and she honestly didn't care if he knew what he did to her. It was just as obvious that he wasn't unaffected by her if that slight touch was any indication and, since she was still propped up, she did it again, her fingertips skating dangerously close to his erection.

Oliver closed his eyes and moaned a little, hips moving toward her hand. He wanted her to just touch him, to really touch him, but he didn't want to make this end too quickly.

"It's just as fair as what you're doing to me right now. God, Felicity, I want you."

When he moved his hips forward, she inadvertently gave him the very touch he wanted, her fingernails lightly gliding over the length of his cock. It was so much more than she'd thought they'd ever do that she felt her chest tighten with want herself. Hearing him say the words again made the rest of her soften and she cleared her throat before she spoke.

"I'm right here, Oliver. You can have me." And then she smiled, wrapping her fingertips around his erection softly to stroke once, then twice. "You could have had me a long time ago."

"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?"

"No," she admitted. "Guys like you don't go for girls like me. Never have."

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."

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?"

If there's such a thing as too slow, Oliver is moving in it. In fact, Oliver could take first place in moving too slow and when he asks his question, Felicity's response is a low laugh, her voice husky when she response, lips against his collarbone.

"If you drag it out any more, we'll be going backwards and you'll have to go home."

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?"

Oh, my God.

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.

"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.

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