Ordinary Is Never Perfect

1. Charlie Horse

Prompt: Someone getting a leg cramp, partner thinks they're hurting them, the mood is gone.

Synopsis: 10 times Oliver and Felicity try to have sex, but utterly fail.

Rating: M

Pairing: Oliver & Felicity

Characters: Oliver & Felicity

Season/Episode: Future Fic

Category: Smut/Humor

AN: So the smut series begins! All these prompts can be found on Tumblr. I plan on doing them exactly as they are ordered. We'll see how quickly I can crank them out.

Disclaimer: (the usual, don't own, idea was mine though)

The first time they have sex, it's perfect. Everything goes right. It's hot, it's passionate, it blows both their minds, and it sets the bar high for the next time. She knows it's an impossible standard considering, well, it's Oliver-fucking-Queen for god's sake and lord have mercy is he good in bed, but now that they've just had the most incredible sex she's ever experienced, she has no idea how they're going to top it.

Meh, Felicity thinks. With that body, I'm pretty sure I've got nothing to worry about.

The second time doesn't exactly go as planned. They'd had a long, tiring day at the office and an even longer training session on the mats in the lair. Felicity is exhausted, but all the adrenaline coursing through her veins has her pumped and primed for one more long, hard workout.

As she stands there in the center of the floor, hopping up and down on her toes trying to work off the excess energy, she spies Oliver out of the corner of her eye, grabbing towels and water bottles. His body, just like hers, drips with perspiration. It glistens off his skin as he walks towards her and suddenly Felicity is assaulted with images of her tongue lapping away each little droplet off his toned chest.

A devilish smile curls up her lips and she turns to him, her hands on her hips, eyes raking over his body in all its half naked glory. He sees that look and immediately stops in his tracks, his fingers clutching the towels and bottles tightly as he waits for her move.

Felicity slowly saunters up to him, her eyes flicking between his chest and his mouth. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth as she watches him still, his eyes narrowing at her just slightly. She knows that look well. The desire held in those blackened pools makes her heart flutter as she finally steps up to him, her fingers reaching up and just barely brushing down his broad chest.

From that point on, it's a free for all. The towels and bottles slip from his grasp, clattering to the floor as she's swept into his arms for a bruising kiss. Teeth rake across her lower lip, nipping and sucking as she mewls in response. It's hot and heavy, with Felicity finding herself clawing her fingers down his back desperately looking for something to cling to as his hands scoop the slopes of her ass to press her flat against him.

In mere seconds, her legs are pulled around his waist as he lowers her back to the mat, his lips sucking deep purple welts along her neck that she knows are going to be a bitch to cover tomorrow morning. But Felicity doesn't care. She's enjoying this far too much, her body immediately reacting to his touch. It sets her skin on fire wherever the pads of his fingers land. Right now they're working the zipper of her sports bra down, the other hand reaching inside the stretchy lycra material until he finds one supple breast.

Her head tilts back as a cry escapes her throat. Oliver's fingers have found her nipple and relentlessly pinch and roll it to a stiff peak. Her right leg wraps around his hips, forcing him closer until she can feel the hard length of his cock pressing right where she needs it. She's definitely ready for more, but then something happens.

Felicity doesn't know whether it's the way she moves her leg or how she rolls her hips, but a sharp pain flares from her right hamstring. The cry that tears from her throat stops Oliver immediately. All the passion and lust drains from his eyes. They're replaced by concern and fear, two things she hates seeing, especially when combined.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asks as he pushes himself away from her. "Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Felicity grumbles as her leg slides from his hip and lands on the mat beside his knee. Her hand reaches for her hamstring, massaging it gently as the pain begins to ebb. "Cramp."

Oliver's head drops. She knows that look too. He feels guilty; responsible. Her free hand reaches up to cup his jaw in hopes of setting him at ease, but he still refuses to look at her. "Hey," Felicity softly whispers as her thumb sweeps over his cheek, "this is not your fault."

He sighs deeply before lifting his head. Their eyes meet, blue on blue, and she can still see the vestiges of guilt swimming in their depths. She scoots closer to him, careful of the way she moves her leg, and lets her head fall to his shoulder.

"I shouldn't have worked you so hard," Oliver whispers, his cheek pressing to her forehead.

"But I like it when you work me hard," she protests, her gaze finding his a moment later. "It's no fun if you go easy on me. Besides, maybe one of these days some of the moves you teach me down here might come in handy in the bedroom."

That gets a snort and a chuckle out of him. The smile on his face blossoms into that gorgeous grin that always makes her heart skip a beat as he reaches down and slips his hand beneath her aching leg. It feels good when his practiced fingers begin rubbing strong, soothing circles into her muscles, easing the painful tension that still lingers.

Felicity groans when he hits a particularly sore spot and he immediately pulls back. "Why'd you stop?" she grumbles, but soon finds herself being hoisted into his arms and carried over to her computer chair.

"Because we're going home so I can properly take care of that for you," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Felicity asks anyway as she zips her bra up and grabs the light jacket slung over the back of her chair.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Oliver smirks before pulling his t-shirt over his head.