Oliver Queen grinned up at the woman sitting on his chest, his arms crossed behind his head as he watched her glare at him as she moved around on his body. She was naked and trussed up, hands tied with his tie behind her back.

And she was pissed off.

So very angry that he had gotten away with teasing her all day. Light touches, dirty messages, promises of how many times he was going to make her cum when they got home.

At lunch, she had burst into his office demanding that he fuck her, not even realising Diggle lounging on the couch Oliver had moved into his office. She'd rushed out of the room with an 'eep' and then had refused to speak to Oliver for the rest of the day.

When their day had ended, she had dodged his gaze as she settled into her seat in the car. She had fidgeted, squirming all over the place as he had sat back in his seat and watched in amusement as she tried to force herself to keep still. When she had reread the same page of a document, Oliver had to force himself to keep his chuckle in.

He knew she didn't expected him to spring on her as soon as they had gotten to her apartment. He had had her naked with in seconds, bent over her kitchen table and then her hands tied behind her back. Then he had striped down, settled himself on her bed and then pulled her on top of him, trapping her on his chest and not allowing her to move.

Now, she was attempting to achieve orgasm by just rubbing herself against his chest.

"You know it isn't going to work, Felicity." he informed her.

"If you don't let me come, Oliver Queen, I'll go else where for it." she snarled down at him.

He held his grin, bringing his hands from behind his head and to her thighs. He felt her jerk, heard a catch of breath and grinned when her head dropped back.

"Please, Oliver. I'll do anything." she whimpered.

He allowed one hand to slip between her thighs. He didn't miss that his chest was wet from her, as well as her thighs and her scent was slowly drugging him. He slipped his thumb between her drenched folds, finding her hard little clit and pressing against it.

Her crying out his name had him jerking but he forced himself to hold onto his control. He had a plan, he had payback and he was determine to make sure it happened.

"To your knees." he growled, his hands slipping to her ass to help lift herself up to her knees. She weakly did so, and he moved himself under her, lining his mouth up with her pussy.

As Oliver dragged his tongue through her folds, Felicity's head fell back as Oliver's hand fall to her phone which was on the bedside table next to them, his fingers tapping at the screen.

Felicity didn't realise that Roy was just about to get a very interesting call.

Roy frowned down at his phone when Felicity's face brightened up his screen. Having no idea why she would be calling him on his day off, he brought the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Felicity." he murmured into the phone. For a second, all he heard was heavy breathing and then a small feminine moan. Frowning, he pulled the phone back from his ear and looked at the screen, making sure it was actually Felicity calling.

"Felicity?" he questioned when he brought the phone back to his ear. Again, heavy breathing and another moan. Worry filled his body, his mind jumping to the fact that Felicity could be hurt.

"Felicity, are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you?" he said roughly. If she was hurt and calling him, it could mean Oliver might also be hurt. Felicity would never call him first, Roy knew that. She would only call him if she couldn't get ahold of Oliver or if Oliver was hurt. And even then, she'd most likely call Diggle.

"Yes, Oliver, oh god." he suddenly heard Felicity cry out. Roy almost dropped his phone, his eyes widening as more moans broke out over his phone.

He could suddenly hear Oliver, could hear the other man's growls and words, he could hear Felicity, her moaning and begging.

When Felicity started begging for Oliver to let her come, Roy fumbled with his phone, attempting to disconnect with the phone call. In his rush, he pressed the wrong button and turned on loud speaker. He startled when Felicity and Oliver suddenly became louder, startling him so deeply that he dropped his phone. He did not want to hear the two people he practically considered parents doing what he knew they were doing.

Felicity's cries were more consistent now, her voice low and husky. Roy panicked then, desperate to escape the sound coming noise of a woman in the throes of passion.

He didn't even bother attempting to pick up the phone and turn it off. He just scampered away from it, rushing to leave the room before it was to late.

"Come, Felicity." Oliver's voice had him stumbling over his own feet and as he hit the wall, he heard Felicity's scream of pleasure.

Oh god, no. No no no. Roy practically knocked his bedroom door down in his haste to escape and as he fell into his lounge room, Felicity's cries echoed through his mind.

Roy glared at them the whole night they were in the foundry, snapping any time they got to close together.

He hadn't slept that night. He couldn't go back into his bedroom and he had abandoned his phone, terrified to even go near it again.

But Oliver and Felicity were oblivious to his mental melt down, continuing to send each other flirty looks and fleeting touches.

When Oliver moved behind Felicity at her desk, leaning down to press his lips against her exposed shoulder as she talked to him about their latest target, Roy snapped.

"Stop!" he yelled at them, stumbling to his feet. Oliver moved back from Felicity, narrowing his eyes on Roy as he stepped closer to the younger man.

"You two are banned from being near each other around me!" he continued. Felicity looked at him with startled eyes before she looked up at Oliver with a frown. Oliver looked down at her and they seemed to have a silent conversation with each other.

"No no, stop! I heard! I heard you two last night! You rang, I thought something was wrong but no! It was...was, oh god." Roy hissed, pulling a disgusted face at them.

He noticed both of then freeze, Oliver's frown deepening and Felicity's face flushing a deep red. Then, Oliver shocked Roy.

Oliver had turned to Felicity, a feral grin flashing on his face.

Roy watched as Felicity went pale, all colour draining from her face as she slowly came to her feet.

"You didn't." she whispered. Roy watched the emotions that scattered across her features and it suddenly hit Roy at what Oliver had done. Oliver had purposely called him to make sure he could hear what they had been doing.

"I did." he whispered back to her. Felicity small feminine scream had Roy stepping back.

"Please don't tell me that you called Roy while going down on me!" she snapped. Roy's mouth still dropped open in shock, his gaze flashing to Oliver who was grinning like a fool, arms crossed over his chest.

"I told you that there would be pay back, baby." the man murmured.

"Woah, hey, you used me for you sexual payback? Not cool." Roy grumbled. He turned his back on them, beginning to gather his belongings. He could hear them behind him, Felicity growling lowly at Oliver and then Oliver's chuckles.

When he finally worked up the nerve to turn back to them, he had to clear his throat to get their attention.

"I'm taking the whole week off. Do not call, text or message me in any other way unless it is an actually emergency. And I want a new phone. I smashed my old one." he snapped. With one last glare, he stomped away from them, grumbling under his breath about how damaged he was suddenly becoming.

The next day, Roy received his new phone. One that wasn't even on the market yet. With a note that said;

"Talk to Thea, she can help."