Chapter Text
Part 1
Prompt: Press
When Felicity opened her eyes it was still dark. It took a few seconds for her to get her bearings. It wasn't like she did this all the time. In fact, this was the first time she had ever done this.
And what was this? This just happened to be a one night stand and the naked man pressed against her back just happened to be her boss, Oliver Queen.
Felicity looked around, trying to think of a way to get out of bed that wouldn’t wake him when he pulled her closer against his body. His naked body.
"Hey. Are you awake?” Oliver whispered in her ear.
“Yes.” Felicity wiggled out under his arm until she pulled his arm away from her waist and got out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Oliver asked as he sat up.
“Um … bathroom?” Felicity practically ran to the bathroom. She heard him get up as she closed the door.
Felicity looked in the mirror at her wild hair and smeared make up. Her cheeks were flushed and she had the beginnings of a hickey on her collarbone. She pressed her fingers against the faint bruise and closed her eyes as she relived how it got there.
How was she going to work for him after she had seen him naked? Really naked … like … naked naked. Felicity bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly but she could get the image of his body out of her mind.
Oliver pulled on his boxers and sat on the bed to wait for her. He had broken his rule. He had taken the one woman he could really fall for to bed. He had no regrets even though he should have. It was the most intense sex he had ever had. It was as if she had become a part of him.
He looked up as the bathroom door opened. “Felicity…”
“Oliver, it’s okay. We were drunk and it’s fine.” Felicity pulled at the edge of the towel she had wrapped around herself.
“We weren’t that drunk.” Oliver smiled. “And it was amazing but this is not fine. It’s my fault I should have stopped it before it started.”
Felicity walked over to the bed. “Look Oliver, we’re in a strange city and we went a little crazy.”
“Felicity…” Oliver reached out and pulled her closer.
She stepped between his legs. “Oliver…”
Oliver ran his hands up her thighs and up under the towel. “I don’t think that’s what is going on. I think we just acted on our feelings.”
Felicity could feel her heart beat faster. Her breath caught when Oliver’s hands reached just under the curve of her breasts.
“No excuses.” Oliver grazed the underside of her breasts with his thumbs. “I think we should just see how it goes.”
“Your track record with women is … questionable at best.” Felicity shook her head. “I don't think I want to get my heart broken. Not by you.”
“I have no intentions of breaking your heart.” Oliver looked at her with softness in his eyes. “Felicity…”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” Felicity sighed and pulled away. “But I don’t want to be another of those girls.”
“Felicity, please don’t leave yet.” Oliver stood up.
Felicity turned the latch on the door leading to her connecting room. She shook her head. “I have to go.” She was through the door before Oliver could reach her.
Oliver reached the door just as it closed. He leaned his head against the door and sighed in frustration.
On the other side of the door, Felicity leaned her back against the door and slid to the floor.
Gotham! Why did they have to come to Gotham? The place even sounded ominous.
Felicity shook that train of thought out of her mind. What was done is done and she couldn’t change it.
Felicity looked down at the towel she was wearing and realized she had left her clothes in Oliver’s room. On the floor. Where they threw them as they were having sex.
Oliver sat back down on the bed and sighed. Why didn’t he see this coming? Why didn’t he realize that he was in love with her before now?
Oliver looked at the connecting door and wished he had an arrow to shoot it with. It really wasn’t the door’s fault but he needed to hit something because he couldn’t believe how dense he had been.
He got dressed and went to the gym in the hotel to work off some of his stupidly.
Felicity heard him leave and went to get her clothes from his room. When she had found them all she stared at the bed. Felicity looked at her clothes in her hands and went back to her room.
Felicity wondered what he meant by ‘feelings’. Did he mean that he had feelings for her? Did he know that she had feelings for him?
She didn’t know if she would ever get answers to those questions from Oliver. He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings. Who was she kidding? She didn’t talk about her feelings either. So far they were perfect for each other.
A few hours later, they met in the hallway at the elevator. They had a meeting with Bruce Wayne at Wayne Enterprises.
Felicity was putting the files for the meeting with her tablet in her work bag.
Oliver had just sent a text to Thea to remind her of the liquor delivery at the club.
“Mr. Queen.” Felicity glanced his way. The blue suit he was wearing was her favorite on him. It made his eyes even bluer than she thought possible. She knew she was going to catch herself staring at him because she always did when he wore that suit.
“Ms. Smoak.” Oliver pushed the elevator call button and took in the pink dress with the cut out that showed just enough cleavage to drive him nuts. He realized it was going to be a long and frustrating day. He pressed the button again and sighed.