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Felicity Smoak is at her first party at her new school. Her dorm mates insisted she come with them. It's being held at the all boys' school not far from their all girls' school. It wasn't until they walked into the boys dorm that Sara Lance turned to Felicity to drop her bomb on her, "By the way, it's a make out party." Felicity's steps falter and she grabs Sara's shoulder and turns her back to her, "I'm sorry a what?" Sara laughs, " A make out party. We don't see the opposite sex all week, not that it matters to me, so these guys hold this party." Felicity just stares at her new friend.
Felicity isn't a prude but this seems weird to her. Boarding school is in fact a whole new world. Felicity had never gone to boarding school until three weeks ago. It was come here or go to a detention center and with her brain this seemed better. She'd been caught counting cards and had gotten into a lot of trouble. Being underage and gambling. She's lucky her Mom didn't kill her.
"Felicity are you listening?"
"Sorry, what did you say?" She smiles sheepishly at Sara who rolls her eyes, "If you see someone you like, you tap his shoulder. If they take your hand...you go make out." Sara wiggles her eyebrows and Felciity stomach churns. "Normally the guys do the approaching, but I am all for girl power!" She laughs and opens the door and the three friends enter.
They enter into a huge room that's like a gigantic living room. There are a ton (she counts at least ten) of couches spread out. There are several tables, she assumes are supposed to be for studying but currently hold liquor. Lots of liquor. It's dark and the music is very loud. People seem to be everywhere. Felicity wonders if they're breaking fire codes. She laughs at herself and turns to find Sara and Iris both gone. Crap.
Felicity finds a corner to wait in. She isn't ugly but she isn't the hottest girl ever, either. This is some really advance level, getting picked last in gym class type of stress. She chugs another beer. Her third. Having grown up in and around bars she knows how to hold her drinks. A couple of guys walk by but no shoulder taps. She isn't sure she wants a shoulder tap, but not getting one really stings. She is about to leave when suddenly there is a tap on her shoulder and a hand appears from behind her. She looks at it and freezes. She gulps. It's a cute hand..Big. Strong. Before she considers her action she takes it.
When she turns around all she sees is a back. He's tall. A lot taller than her, not that most people aren't. She looks to where her hand rests in his and freaks for a moment. She is about to kiss a stranger. A complete and total stranger. They walk up a massive staircase and down a long dark hallway. She briefly considers how stupid bad this could turn out. She hopes she doesn't end up on the news as one of those stupid girls you tsk at then go about your day. She can see people talking about how smart she was...until she wasn't. She frowns and once again considers her options.
He stops, opens a door and they walk in. Before she can even look around he has her pushed against the door kissing her. Oh, okay. She thinks. The making out...he doesn't waste time. She starts kissing him back realizing he is really good at this. Like REALLY good. He pulls back for a second. He rests his head on hers, "That was --" He trails off. That was what? The best kiss ever? The worst? Alright? Tell me something here! He turns around and turns on a lamp. The room is cast in low light. It's a nice room.
Felicity looks around and this room is huge! This school definitely is nicer than hers. The room is like a studio apartment. He has a bed in the far corner. A small kitchenette. A small dining room table that separates the kitchen area and living room area. He has a small couch, two chairs, a coffee table and an entertainment center. It's all browns, blues and greens. It's. Comfy.
"Want something to drink?" His voice sounds oddly familiar. "Yes. Please." He comes back over and takes her hand. They sit on the couch, he hands her a beer. She pops the top and drinks it. She needs the liquid courage. He moves closer to her and she turns to look at him. She tilts her head looking at him mostly clearly for the first time.. He seems familiar. He moves to kiss her again and it hits her when she sees his face up close and personal. He is Oliver Queen.
She moves back, over the arm and off the couch. He looks confused. "Are you okay?" She nods. "You sure?" She nods again. He gets up and moves towards her. He bends down to kiss her and she turns away, "I can't."
"Can't?" She whimpers, "Yeah...I can't." Oh how she wishes she could. She might give up her computers to be able to do this. She whimpers again. Obviously she is being punished further for the underage gambling, drinking and other misdeeds.
"Do you have a boyfriend? Because if you do..coming here wasn't a good idea..." She shakes her head, "No. No boyfriend. Not even close. That kiss? First kiss in a few months for me." He smiles. Oh that smile. She's seen it a million times. It's a panty dropper for sure. Just not hers. Nope. Can't, won't.
She moves for the door and he follows her, "I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?" Aw, he's adorable.. No, Felicity NO. Do not look at him, do NOT..she turns and he has the cutest expression. She wants to kiss it and make it all better...but she can't.
"Nope. I just---it's hard to explain--" She looks away.
"Do you WANT to kiss me?" She nods vigorously and out of the corner of her eye she sees him smile, "oh god, yes." Then she shakes her head, "But I can't! I really can't." He laughs, "You have no boyfriend and you want to kiss me..but you can't." She nods. He runs a hand through his hair. He levels those gorgeous blue eyes at her and her knees actually buckle. Crap. He catches her. She whimpers again. Once she's steady again he releases her. Damn her traitorous body that misses his arms.
"May I ask WHY, you can't...or it seems won't kiss me? Because I really liked that kiss." She blushes, Oh geez...he liked it. She goes all heart eyes, she knows it. He smiles. No. You can't.
"If I tell you---you will think I'm crazy....or crazier..." He smiles and makes an X on his very impressive chest. "I promise I won't think you're crazy." She eyes him. He totally will think she is crazy. She thinks she's crazy! She looks up and he is undoing his tie, "No! You can't do that." She marches over to him and ties it back. He laughs. "I can't take off my tie?"
"No.. Mister. All clothes, especially YOURS have to stay on." He throws his head back laughing, "Can you take off some of yours then?" She blushes. "I rather not, thanks." He makes a face, "Okay...I can't get undressed at all...and you cannot kiss me..this is off to a great start." He tries to lead her to the couch, "I don't think sitting that close is a good idea..." He stares at her for a moment. "Okay."
"Tell me...why can't we kiss? This is a make out party. That is why you came, correct."
"Yep. Just not with you...i mean...Well, I do mean not with you but not in a bad way..." She bites her lip.
"Is there a good way to take that?" he smirks. She thinks he is enjoying this. He takes off his jacket and smiles at her. No..
"I can't make out with you..because." She closes her eyes and just says it, "Your fandom, they'd kill me. Not literally. Well a couple of them would....so yea, no kissing for me...with you." He blinks a few times and looks utterly confused and adorable.
"Fandom? What the--" She pulls her lips into her mouth, she doesn't want to explain this to him but she does without thinking about it she just blurts it out because that what she does, "Yep. Fandom. I gotta go now." She turns to the door and he steps between them, "What.is.a.fandom. and how does it mean I can't kiss you?" She looks away. When she looks back his tie is off and he is unbuttoning his shirt, "I mean you want to kiss me...I want to kiss you...so..." She is watching more and more of his chest come into view. She swallows.
"Um--" She is almost panting. She closes her eyes, then does the stupidest thing she has ever done, and she has done some massively stupid crap for a smart person...she moves and starts re-buttoning his shirt. RE-BUTTONING. Not helping him unbutton it like a normal person. NOPE. He watches her, "Uh, not to judge here..but usually the girl helps me undress.."
"That's when they can make out with you or whatever...I can't.." He shakes his head and has a beautiful smile on his face, "Because of my fandom?" she nods. The buttons are done. Next she ties his tie.
"They are my fans?" She nods looking into his eyes, his beautiful eyes and then looks at his perfect mouth that now she knows how it tastes. "Why do I have fans?"
"Because your hot.." She says while looking at his mouth, "rich, famous and did I say hot?"
He nods, "You did." ..."Good. Wouldn't want to leave that out..."
"Never."
"I guess you know my name...may I know yours?" He looks so adorable. She knows he is barely controlling his laughter. "Felicity Smoak."
He moves closer and has his hands on both sides of her body pushing her against the table, "Ah, Felicity. Wouldn't it be great to tell my 'fandom' you made out with me? I swear if you have one, I will tell them all personally!" He chuckles and ghost a kiss over her cheek. She may or may not have moaned. He smirks. She pushes him away and he goes. Just not far enough.
"No it would definitely NOT. They'd filet me. I would be killed. I can't...nope." She moves around the table to put some distance between them because she really wants to climb him like a tree. Who needs friends anyhow? Oh yeah..her.
He comes around the table and grabs her hand. She didn't realize how fast he is."Okay, then..Felicity, this?" He motions between the two of them, "can be OUR little secret. The fandom will never know. You can trust me! I have a fandom!" He grins then moves his hand to her chin and tilts it up to kiss her again. She moves closer until she remembers she can't.
She spins around and out of his reach, "That's sweet of you, but I SUCK at keeping secrets. It's really bad. The whole reason I'm here...not here HERE but school, here? I can't keep a secret. Told people what I did...and my fandom friends? They are like a family. A sorority of sorts..When I was sent here they all talked me through it. Checked in on me and were just...really great.Can't. do it." This time he full out laughs until he bends over at the waist.
"Felicity Smoak, you are too adorable." She sighs and frowns. She leaves the room. He follows her, "If you change your mind, just come over, okay?" She nods and throws up a hand in recognition. She won't. She can't be trusted. She walks back to her dorm berating herself the whole way.
She gets into her room and calls her friend Caitlin, a fandom girl. Caitlin laughs until she cries. "You re-dressed Oliver fucking Queen? Are you insane? You rip his clothes to shreds! Him wearing a shirt is a crime against humanity." Felicity drops her head onto her desk, "I'm stupid aren't I?"
"Crazy perhaps. Go back."
"I can't."
Felicity gets ready for bed and vows to never think about this night ever again. Ever. The day a smart girl was really, really stupid!