New Guy - PROMPT FICLET #26
A shout out to nrimpro-dreamer for the idea. This was so much fun to write and I changed a few things but I hope you like it!
Oliver stopped mid-step just upon entering the glass doors on the top floor of Palmer Technologies, the space that used to be his office once, which was now Felicity’s office as the CEO in Ray’s absence, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight before him.
Felicity stood with one hand on her hip, puckering her lips like she loved doing and had done in the million pictures they had taken on their trip, in her very Felicity attire. But it wasn’t that which had him narrowing his eyes. It was the tall, dark, good-looking guy standing way too close to her for his comfort as they faced the camera Thea was holding, grinning way too wide. The guy towered over Felicity’s small frame, leaning so close that his chest almost brushed her back, too into her space for Oliver’s liking.
Who the fuck was this guy?
Oliver tried to keep his scowl inside and masked it with a blank look he had perfected over the years, striding forward and clearing his throat, seeing the way Digg smirked slightly, knowing exactly what was going on in Oliver’s head. Yeah, well, he just wanted to get this guy a few feet away from her.
Felicity turned to see him come towards them, the wide smile lighting up her face appeasing him a little as he stepped right in front of the strange guy and raised an eyebrow, looking expectantly at others for introduction.
“Ollie,” Thea began from beside him, shoving the camera inside the pocket of her too loose pants she had taken to wearing recently. “This is Michael Holt. He was helping us handle the technical aspect of things while you two were off rendezvousing and doing things.”
Oliver frowned, his gaze flickering to Felicity in concern, not understanding how she could be so friendly with the guy who had basically tweaked and used her “babies”, given how protective she was of them. But she appeared very, very comfortable.
Oliver extended his hand and finally gave the guy a good look.
Only to find him staring back.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holt,” Oliver spoke politely, and the guy blinked, like coming out from a daze and took his hand, squeezing it a little too enthusiastically. Oliver contained his frown and pulled his hand back and the guy spoke.
“The only thing I like added in front of the Mister is Terrific.”
Okay. And what exactly was he supposed to do with that information?
“But call me Michael. Or Mic.”
Oliver glanced at Felicity to see her exchange a small look with Thea while Micheal spoke again.
“I know this might come off as weird, but boy, the pictures never did you any justice, Mr. Queen.”
Oliver raised his eyebrows, not really knowing how to respond. He heard Diggle cough a laugh and clenched his jaw, forcing a smile. “Thank you.”
The guy just didn’t take the hint. “No,” he began again. “Seriously, that jaw, oh boy! It is such a perfect jaw with the scruff and…”
Oliver blinked, feeling wildly lost on how to respond, so he did the only thing he could.
He looked at Felicity.
Only to see her shoulders shaking and her head down.
“Um,” he muttered, and Felicity looked up at him with laughing blue eyes before completely losing it, bursting out in guffaws over whatever she was finding so funny, and closed the space between them.
Oliver looked at her, amused at her flushed face but confused and she took a hold of his arms, still shaking from laughter.
“Oliver,” she began. “Mic and I shared an apartment in college for a month when we both were taking an extra course together.”
Oliver felt a slight weight settle in his chest and his jaw clench, along with his fists, as he glanced at the man in question. Who was surprisingly watching him back with careful eyes. Oliver’s muscles tensed. He didn’t know how Felicity did it everyday with Laurel and earlier with Sara. He couldn’t. He was fucking jealous and even knowing that she was with him now, just seeing her ex made him want to punch his face. He was jealous and he was not proud of it.
He took a deep breath and looked down at Felicity, to see her grinning up at him. She leaned against his arms and went on her toes, lining up her mouth with his ear and he leaned down, giving her access to say whatever she wanted to.
She whispered softly, her lips brushing against his lobe, just that small action firing his blood.
“He is also incredibly gay.”
She went back on her feet, grinning wide and Oliver looked at her in surprise, knowing she had known exactly what he had been thinking, and sighed, letting the knot in his gut loosen.
Felicity leaned up on her toes again, this time offering her lush mouth, and like every other time, he didn’t decline, just pressing their lips together, closing his eyes and touching that happiness for that brief second, mindful of their audience.
“I am so jealous of you, Felix.”
Michael’s voice made him pull back and he saw Felicity turn, grinning at her friend, but laying a possessive hand on his arm. “No funny business, Mic. My boyfriend is off limits.”
“I wish I had come here sooner. I couldn’t believe when I saw your picture here, Felix,” Michael looked to Felicity. “I almost had a coronary seeing you all dressed up and blonde and….”
Oliver furrowed his brow, feeling Felicity tense slightly and Thea spoke up before he could, “What was she like before?”
Michael whistled, “Damn girl, this one was a wild card. All back and purple and goth and…”
Oliver saw him suddenly see the glare Felicity was directing his face and accordingly shut up. The guy was intelligent, at least.
Felicity’s eyes were still narrowed as he pulled her closer and nodded to the guy one.
“Michael, we’ll see you soon.”
He nodded back. “Mr. Queen.”
He looked at the new guy, who he was liking for the simple reason that Felicity obviously liked him (and knowing from past experience, that was a huge character certificate in itself) and also because Digg had let him take over temporarily for Felicity (which he would never have done if he didn’t trust the guy).
Oliver smiled, putting his arm around Felicity’s waist. “Call me Oliver.”
The guy grinned, his smile actually quite nice but Oliver was more interested in seeing the inside of the elevator at the moment. And it was the lunch hour.
He cleared his throat, pulling Felicity towards the elevator banks, just waving to other people as she flushed but followed him, bidding everyone a rushed goodbye, knowing exactly what he had in mind.
“Where are they going?” Oliver heard Michael ask in confusion.
He heard Thea groan a “don’t ask” and Digg scoff a “I am taking the stairs for today.”
Oliver felt his mouth tug up. He was incorrigible and she was insatiable and everyone knew it. The elevator doors opened, and Oliver pulled her in, just waiting for the doors to close and to stop it, before attacking her mouth.
The idea of goth Felicity was strangely arousing.
“Don’t ask him about the goth phase,” she muttered against his mouth.
He smiled. “I wouldn’t dare.”
He was going to ask her. Tonight. In bed.
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