(got a bunch of requests for this one! hahha)
(in this we’re pretending Sara is just back in town visiting because NO she’s not dead she’s on vacation in the Bahamas.)
Felicity ran through the door of her apartment, shucking her work shoes as she went and pulling her hair hastily from its ponytail.
She, for once, was the late one. When she had planned having a late lunch with Sara she forgot to factor is how much they ended up talking when they got together—she was already 5 minutes late for dinner with Oliver. So maybe they’d actually end up there at the same time.
She barged into her room, flinging her purse and jacket onto a chair in the corner, facing the wall as she quickly unzipped the side of her dress in the dark.
"Felicity," a rough voice said behind her suddenly and a screech sounded from her throat as she whirled around, the straps of her dress slipping down her shoulders at the movement.
”What the hell?” She practically screamed as her eyes made contact with familiar blue ones, her fear turning into anger.
Oliver laughed, surprised at her reaction as he lay in her bed.
But Felicity was most definitely more surprised—because not only was he comfortably spread across her bed, but he was naked.
"What—what are you… Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed? Other than to scare me to death? And I do mean that literally. I think," She put a hand to her chest, still trying to calm her breathing, "I think I had a heart attack."
"The sight of me naked has been known to do that to people," Oliver said confidently, before his eyebrows turned down slightly at her confusion.
They both stood there quietly a long moment, Felicity shamelessly gawking at him. (And if she had to admit, it wasn’t exactly his face that had caught her attention.)
"Why do I get the feeling you had no idea I would be here?" He asked.
"Because I didn’t—not that it’s not enjoyable, really. I enjoy this—you, like this," her face heated as her face grew rough and she forced herself to look him in the eye, "Because I do. Really. I just didn’t expect it at this particular moment when I was running late to meeting you at the restaurant."
Oliver’s eyes furrowed further and he pushed himself from her bed, walking easily towards her despite his naked state.
"Restaurant? We talked earlier about this—I asked if it was okay I came over instead, just hang out here. And you said, and I quote," he laughed teasingly as he moved his voice a pitch higher to imitate her, “‘You can meet me at my place as long as dinner isn’t the only thing we’re eating.’ And then you put a little suggestive emoji thing at the end. The message seemed pretty clear to me."
Felicity eye’s went wide, as she stuttered out her denial, “What? I never sent that!”
"Well somebody did!" Oliver said.
Felicity’s mind whirled as she grabbed her phone, only to see she had a new message.
You were tense today—figured you just needed to get laid. Have fun babe! (;
She was going to kill Sara.
Felicity set the phone down as she fully took in Oliver’s ready state, a mischievous grin spreading over her face.
Well, maybe she’d kill Sara later. After all, who was she to deny herself of the pleasure that was a ready to please Oliver Queen?