This is just something quick I wrote for Valentine's Day. Hope you enjoy!
Felicity sauntered out of her bedroom, fresh from the shower and feeling comfy in her oversized Doctor Who t-shirt and lace-trimmed boyshorts.
It was Valentine's Day and, according to her mother, she should be out on a date. Instead, she planned to eat all the chocolates in the heart-shaped box she picked up after work and watch TV. None of that sappy lovey-dovey stuff, though; she needed a laugh, or maybe an action movie with a hot male lead.
"Hello, Paperweight! How's my baby?" she cooed at her tiny pet Russian tortoise as she took the bowl of water from his terrarium to clean out and refill. When she was done, she placed it in its usual corner and noisily puckered her lips at her pet before grabbing the candy box off the kitchen counter. Eager for sugar, she trotted over to the couch and sat down. She turned on the TV and flipped through the channels while she tore the impeding plastic separating her from yummy goodness.
"Yay!" she squealed as she found a show she liked. She had only missed the first couple minutes and now the theme song was playing. She knew all the words so she had to sing along and do all the hand movements:
"Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait...
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall (we built the pyramids),
Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries,
That all started with the big bang! BANG!"
"You really should remember to lock your windows,"
Chocolates flew everywhere as Felicity jumped out of her seat.
Oliver was glad he had one more person he could trust, but he hated the thought of putting Felicity in danger. If there was another way to survive getting shot, he would've stayed out of her car. He had been desperate, and now he had a new responsibility.
And he was going to make sure she was safe.
He had no problem finding Felicity's address in the company records, something that actually worried him; if someone knew she helped the Hood, they could find it just as easily. Planning to go on patrol later, he traveled halfway across town in his signature green getup and used the fire escape to get to her window.
The window was in her bedroom, which made things awkward since he arrived just as she was dressing. He didn't actually see anything; the curtains were closed. But those curtains were thin and a light was on in the room. Her silhouette wasn't what he expected from a computer geek. He almost thought he had the wrong apartment.
When she turned off the light and left, he tested the window, which wasn't locked. He'd definitely have a talk with her about that. As he closed the window behind him, he heard her speaking in the living room.
"Hello, Paperweight!" she cooed. "How's my baby?"
"Paperweight?" he mouthed in confusion. Oliver carefully made his way to the open bedroom door and looked out into the living area. He could hear water running, and he saw a terrarium across the room that contained a turtle.
Oh, Paperweight. Cute.
Felicity came into view. Oliver mentally chastised himself for staring at her legs as she bent over to place the water dish in the enclosure. Hey, stop that! Look away! Then he tried not to chuckle at the sound of her blowing kisses to her pet turtle.
He considered showing himself as she sat down on the couch, but he was enjoying this too much. Oliver never saw her so relaxed.
And, he admitted, she was being really adorable.
Felicity sat cross-legged on the couch and tore at a plastic-wrapped chocolate box as she clicked through the channels. She got excited when she found a show she liked.
"Our whole universe was in a hot dense state…"
Just when he though she couldn't get any cuter, she started singing along to the theme song, complete with corresponding hand gestures.
If he watched her any longer, he'd start feeling like a creeper. So he snuck up behind her.
"You really should remember to lock your windows,"
Felicity spazzed out, chocolates flying everywhere. She didn't scream like he'd expected; it was more of a squeal. He tried very hard to keep from laughing.
"Please don't hurt…What the hell, Oliver?!" she exclaimed just before turning off the TV.
"I came to check on you." he answered, taking off his hood.
"You came to check—You're the one who got shot!" she argued, hugging the empty chocolate box.
"And you're the one who found out my secret," he countered. "So I came to make sure your security was up to my standards."
"But why tonight? Shouldn't you be out with a model or something?"
Oliver shrugged off his bow and quiver. "Not in the mood. And since my mom and sister decided to watch a Hallmark movie marathon, I figured I'd go on patrol. You know, for practice. But only after checking on you."
"Okay…" She looked at him questioningly. "So you thought you should break into my apartment while in your costume?"
"I don't think it's a break-in if the window is unlocked."
Felicity nodded admittedly until something else occurred to her. "The one that leads to the fire escape? The one in my bedroom?"
"I didn't see anything." he said innocently.
"You better not have," she warned, crossing her arms. "So, are you just going to scold me for not locking my window, or are you also here to prick me with one of your love arrows?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"Um… That came out way dirtier than I intended." Oliver was still looking at her strangely. "I was trying to make a Cupid reference and it came out horribly wrong."
"That it did,"
"Yeah," She glanced down awkwardly and noticed her bare legs. "Holy crap, I just realized I'm not wearing pants!" Felicity gasped as she dropped the box and bashfully pulled her t-shirt down to cover herself.
"It's not like I haven't seen a woman's legs before," Oliver says, leaning forward on the back of the couch.
"Very funny, hood boy."
"You know, I really don't like that name."
"Okay, Kermit," she replied cheekily. "How about you look away while I go into my room to put some pants on?"
"Did you just call me Kermit?" Oilver smiled despite her irritation. "You're so cute."
Surprised by his response, it took her a second to collect her thoughts. "Oh… y-yeah? Well, I'll show you cute, you deadly leprechaun! I… could totally fry, like, everything I set up in your lair, or whatever you call it."
"Oh, I'm shaking," he quipped.
Felicity stared at him for a second, suddenly wanting to play his little game. "By the way, you might want to go easy on the eye shadow next time; it takes away from your natural beauty."
"Excuse me?" he responded with a laugh.
"Less is more."
Oliver took a minute to drum his fingers on the back of the couch, eyeing Felicity playfully. Then he strolled around to the front and they stood face the face.
"This is a mask."
"Oh, like a mud mask? That explains the color."
Smirking, Oliver dragged three gloved fingers under his eye and then smeared the green face paint all over Felicity's left cheek. She gaped at him indignantly.
"It looks good on you," he said, gesturing to the three green stripes.
But Felicity was ready with a comeback. "Oh, darn. Now you'll have to fix your makeup before you go."
"Are you saying you want me to go?"
Oliver smiled at her and crossed his arms. "I'll be on my way, then."
After he picked up his gear, Felicity followed him to her bedroom.
"Remember to lock it behind me," he reminded as he stepped through the window.
"Yes, sir," Felicity rested her hands on the sides of the frame and poked her head out. "Gotta keep the crazies out."
Crouched on the fire escape, Oliver leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Please be careful."
Felicity blinked, stunned by the contact. She shook it off quickly. "You too, El Aquero."
"I'm not a luchador." he said, chuckling. They were still close, only inches apart.
"Well, obviously; they have real masks and not crazy eye shadow."
"Would you like face paint on your other cheek?"
"No, but I wouldn't mind another kiss—uh, I mean—"
Oliver rocked forward and kissed her firmly on the lips. Then he pulled away just enough for her to speak.
"I… meant on the cheek…" she said, breathless and clearly craving more.
Smiling, he kissed her again, and this time Felicity ran her fingers through his hair. Lips still on hers, he slowly climbed back through the window.
The moment both feet hit the floor, Oliver took off his quiver and bow, and closed the window. Then Felicity pulled the zipper down on his jacket. He peeled it off his shoulders and pulled off his t-shirt as her hands roamed, being careful of his still-healing wound.
Oliver gripped her hips and pulled her closer, their bodies grazing. After taking off his gloves, his fingers inched their way up under her shirt. When he got to her waist, he picked her up and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He walked over to her bed and they fell on the bedspread, still entwined.
Hovering over Felicity, Oliver pulled her hands from the back of his neck and teasingly tugged her shirt up little by little. Biting her lip, she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, timidly exposing her naked torso. He moved one hand to her breasts and rubbed them slowly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Soon she was moaning against his lips, her hips rhythmically rocking against his. He knew exactly what she wanted, but was having too much fun tormenting her to oblige just yet. When she seemed barely able to stand it any longer, Oliver grabbed her wrists and forced her hands above her head.
"Answer one question correctly, and I'll give you what you want." he declared, their noses almost touching.
Breathing heavily, she nodded.
"Do you think my mask is stupid?" he asked with a smirk.
Felicity licked her lips. "Yep." she replied daringly.
He gently took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked. "Are you sure?"
She whimpered and bucked. "Ugh, fine! It's awesome, dammit! Now have mercy on me, you sadistic Cupid!"
Taking both wrists in one hand, Oliver unzipped his pants. Then he pushed her panties aside, in too much of a hurry to take them off.
The bed creaked violently as he grinded against her, bringing her closer to the edge. Felicity grabbed his hips and held him closer, creating more friction. She moaned loudly and he pushed harder until she came and he soon after. Sated, he pulled out and fell next to her on the bed.
"Did you plan this?" Felicity asked after she caught her breath.
"No." he admitted. "I may have fantasized about you, but I didn't plan this."
She giggled dazedly, her hands over her eyes.
"What?" Oliver looked at her curiously.
"I just had sex with the hood guy!"
He grins. "You think that's crazy? Oliver Queen just had sex with an IT girl!"
Shaking her head in amazement, Felicity stared at the ceiling. She felt all warm and bubbly, but also a little scared. What did this all mean? Did Oliver really like her, or was he just satisfying his curiosity, like when a person tries new food? He laid there next to her, all stretched out and shirtless and gorgeous, and it just seemed so… weird. Like a dream. Was it just a one-time thing?
Oliver took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. He cared about her—he really, really did. So much that he was afraid of what he'd just done. Did this complicate things? It didn't feel like it; he wanted her, over and over again. But that wasn't a good thing, was it? Being so close to her sounded like a bad idea, like it made her a target. He didn't want that for Felicity.
Sighing, Oliver zipped his pants and stood up.
"Leaving already?" Felicity looked on nervously as he picked up his t-shirt. "It's only 9:30."
Oliver was silent for a few seconds as he suited up. "I wish I could stay, but then I might want to spend the night. It wouldn't be good to be seen leaving here in my costume tomorrow."
"Oh," She admitted it was sound logic, but she still would've liked to wake up with him in the morning.
He walks over and plants a tender kiss on her forehead. "Next time I come over, I'll be dressed as Oliver, okay? Won't have to worry about staying the night, then." he said, looking into her eyes.
She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Okay,"
Felicity watched him climb through the window and wave goodbye.
As her apartment building disappeared behind a taller structure, he wondered at his choice. Was he being selfish? Reckless? Maybe not. Because now he was even more determined to protect her; anyone foolish enough to threaten her would get an arrow in their eye socket.
The way he saw it, he hadn't gained a weakness; he'd gained a motivation.