She shouldn't be here. It was way too early in the morning and she had a massive hangover. Felicity rubbed her temples as she tried to pay attention to what her chemistry professor was saying. She placed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose and sighed, giving in to the exhaustion and figuring that she could probably afford not paying attention to one class. She opened up her laptop and clicked on the browser. Making Tumblr her homepage was probably the worst decision she had ever made in the entire 20 years of her life. Sitting almost completely in the back, she doubted anyone would see her. The class was already empty because of the early hour, and half of the people that did attend where most likely asleep, or actually paying attention to what the professor was saying. She shook her head a little and sighed again, absent-mindedly scrolling through her dashboard.

There were fandom posts, computer codes, food and fashion and the occasion ridiculous meme. She had no idea where those things kept coming from, but she found them secretly hilarious.

Her head snapped up, her fingers stilling on the mouse pad as her professor dropped something and the bang caught her attention. She was about to get back to her blog when she felt a hand on her shoulder and a warm breath against the shell of her ear. She froze, eyes wide, lips parting as she gasped.

"Isn't it a little early to have those kind of thoughts?" A pleasant, husky voice whispered in her ear. The hand on her shoulder squeezed a little and she frowned.

"What kind of…OH GOD."

She stared at the gif her dashboard displayed in horror. It took her a second to un-freeze and she quickly slammed her laptop shut. She tried to hide her face in her hands in mortification, she could feel the red flush appearing already. Groaning, she turned around in her seat.

"I swear I wasn't thinking anything dirty. I scrolled past it on accident." She paused, her eyebrows knitting together. She shifted further in her seat to look up at the guy.

"Why were you even…" Her gaze met his and suddenly she was at a loss for words. He was closer than expected, his face a few inches from hers. She opened and closed her mouth, swallowing hard at the sheer prettiness that was this random dude in Chemistry class. Sounds cheesy, she's aware of that.

Felicity shook her head a little and pressed her lips into a firm line, closing her eyes for a second to regain her composure.

"Uhm, why were you even looking at my screen?"

Hot guy shrugged. "I guess you just intrigued me." He smirked at her.

Felicity lifted her eyebrows and a breathy laugh escaped from her throat.

"You don't have to be ashamed, you know. There's nothing hotter than a girl owning her sexuality. Besides…I've been told that's the best way for a woman to wake up in the morning." He pointed at her laptop.

If it were possible, Felicity's eyebrows would have lifted even higher on her forehead and her eyes would have gone even wider. Hot guy smirked at her, obviously satisfied with leaving her stunned, and leaned back in his seat. On auto-pilot, Felicity turned back to the front of the class as she tried to wrap her head around what the hell just happened and the possibilities of what could come next. The last twenty minutes of class flew past without her even realizing. Felicity was chewing on her pen when the professor dismissed the class.

"You still daydreaming?" Hot guy asked, a warm hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

Felicity jumped at the touch, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. She had definitely yelped just now. She turned her head too look at him and rolled her eyes.

"Still spying on innocent girls?" She tossed back at him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I would have to say no because I don't think you're as innocent as you say you are."

He spoke slowly, the words rolling off his tongue deliciously. God, she was so attracted to him it should be illegal. How can a guy's lips look so soft she desperately wanted to bite them. His eyes were like an ocean she wanted to drown in and she had this violent need to feel the scratch of his stubble on the inside of her thigh. She had this unquenchable thirst for him that wasn't there a minute ago. Maybe her dry-spell was driving her insane. Maybe her dry-spell was finally over. Felicity bit her lip as she shamelessly stared at him. She had to pull herself together, get back to reality when he held out his hand. She shook it.

"I'm Oliver." He said, soft smile on his face.

"Felicity."

She could have sworn his eyes darkened at hearing her name. She doesn't remember exactly what happened next and she couldn't really care because the next thing she knew they were making out in his apartment. He had her pressed against the wall as his lips attacked her neck, tongue peeking out to lap at her pulse. Felicity gasped when she felt his teeth against the column of her throat. Her hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging at the short strands while her hips searched for more friction. Oliver pulled her off the floor so she could wrap her legs around his hips, squeezing her thighs. His lips latched onto hers again, hands teasing under her shirt, one finding the soft flesh on the small of her back and the other unhooking her bra in one swift movement.

Felicity gasped into his mouth, scrambling at his shirt for purchase as he lifted her away from the wall and walked them into the bedroom. Her bag, shoes and books were long forgotten at the door, tossed haphazardly in their rush. Oliver playfully tossed her onto his bed, grabbing her hands and holding them up over her head as he hovered above her. She smirked at him, tongue darting out to wet her lips, daring him to come closer. Daring him to kiss her. He did, thoroughly so. Felicity hooked her leg around his waist to pull him closer. She could feel his arousal through both their jeans.

"Are you clean?" He asked against her throat, making Felicity's breath stock.

He actually cared about all that. He was the first guy to ever ask her that question. She had always been the one doing the asking. Oliver paused, moving away from her neck, sensing her hesitation. His eyes were kind and patient as she stared at him in wonder. The initial attraction out of annoyance was traded in by genuine intrigue. She realized the douchey confident playboy act was just that, an act.

"What?!" He asked. "I like to play safe."

Felicity smiled. "It's nothing. You're just the first guy to actually care about that. I like it."

Oliver's face lit up. He let go of her hands and cupped her face, leaning in close to kiss her softly, gently, way sweeter than the rushed and hungry kisses they'd shared. It made her toes curl.

"And yes. I'm clean." She whispered against his lips.

He smirked, eyes darkening even more if that was possible. "Good. Me too."

And then their lips met again, the fiery passion returning to their kisses. Pulling away for less than a second, Oliver pulled off his t-shirt. Felicity relished in the newly exposed skin, running her fingers over the ridges and plains of his abs, digging her nails into his back. He hummed against her lips as one of her nails caught on his nipple on her way to the button on his pants. Oliver's hands were under her top and soon after, the flowery piece of fabric and her polka dotted bra joined his t-shirt on the floor. Usually she would be kind of embarrassed if a guy would see her girly mismatched underwear, she wore them because they were comfy, not because she thought they were particularly sexy, but right now, she just couldn't find a bone in her body that had the strength to care.

Oliver's hands fell over her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. She hissed in pleasure, back arching off the bed when he let is tongue flick over the pebbled flesh. She grabbed a handful of his hair to hold him there while his hands moved downwards to explore the rest of her body. He flicked the button on her skinnies easily, slipping his fingers into the waistband and pealing them off of her. She let go of his hair, his lips moving down her stomach, pressing wet kisses to her skin. Felicity gasped as he nibbled on her hipbone before tugging at her panties with his teeth. She kicked off her jeans the rest of the way and sat up, wrapping an arm around Oliver's neck to pull him against her so she could kiss him again. He was an excellent kisser. And kissing chest to chest was even better.

The seam of his jeans pressed deliciously against her center, soaking her already damp panties completely. Oliver's hands moved down her body, over her breasts, fingers hooking into her underwear and pulling it off of her. Sitting up on her elbows, she let her legs fall open. Oliver smirked at her, hooking his hands under her knees and scooting her to the edge of the bed. With pupils blown wide he kneeled in front of her, parting her knees even further, softly stroking the inside of her thighs. Never touching where she needed him the most. Not yet.

He started kissing her. From the inside of her knee slowly making his way up all the way to her apex before his fingers spread her open and his lips made contact with her sensitive little nub. Felicity gasped, losing her balance on her elbows and falling back onto the bed only to arch off of it immediately, thrusting her hips into his face for more contact. With one arm spread across her abdomen, Oliver held her still as his tongue performed miracles.

With his fingers inside of her he made Felicity thrash on the bed, scrambling for purchase in the sheets all the while gasping for air and biting her lips to contain the screams. Oliver fastened his pace, pressing harder onto her clit. Now she was really getting there. She tightened around his fingers, her body going completely still until she screamed and fell over the edge. Her walls fluttered around his fingers, her chest heaving as she came down from her high. Softly lapping, Oliver prolonged her pleasure, making her squirm under his touch.

"Wow." She gasped, hands moving up to brush her messy hair out of her face.

Oliver let go of her hips, kissing his way up her body, tongue swirling around a nipple. He hesitated when he was within reach of her lips. Felicity smiled at him and closed the distance between them, tasting herself on his lips, getting turned on by it even more.

"Condom?" She whispered between kisses.

Oliver reached behind her into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a familiar square silver foil packaging. He sat up and stepped of the bed, shrugging out of his jeans when she stopped him.

"Let me." She murmured seductively, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. God, she looked so incredibly sexy like that, with her pupils blown wide and her messy blonde curls.

She took the condom from him, and helped him step out of his jeans. He stood before her in just his boxers as she kneeled completely naked on the bed. Her hands found his shoulders, fingers slowly traveling down his chest, nails lightly scratching as her mouth followed to sooth the burn. Her tongue circled his hipbone and he shuddered, fists clenching at his sides. Felicity's fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers, running over the roundness of his ass. He hissed as her nails dug into the tightened flesh. It was taking a lot of him to stay still and not demand back the control.

With one last wet kiss just below his navel, Felicity freed him of his last remaining piece of clothing. The light blue checked piece of cotton fell to the floor as Felicity's fingers moved up and down his strong thighs. Oliver groaned when her small hand finally took hold of the base of his cock. She smirked up at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes, licking her lips before tracing a thin line along the underside of his cock with her tongue. Oliver swallowed hard. Her hand pumped one, two, three times before her lips fell around the head, tongue circling in slow motions.

"Fuck...Felicity…" He grunted.

Her free hand moved to his back, moving him a little closer to the bed as she took him further into her mouth, hallowing out her cheeks as she pulled out.

She ripped open the condom packaging with her teeth, slowly rolling down the rubber over his throbbing member. When she was done, all the self-control Oliver had faded away like snow before the sun.

He tossed Felicity back onto the bed, leaning over her as his hands moved over her body. She arched off the bed, pressing her chest against his and spreading her legs to accommodate him. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss as he aligned himself at her entrance, slowly but steadily sinking into her. Felicity keened under him, hands scrambling at his back as she adjusted to the delicious stretch.

Oliver's lips kissed their way down Felicity's throat. Her breathing fastened as she urged him to move. He started out slow, but couldn't contain himself for very long. The sound of their skin meeting over and over again filled the room, mixed with Oliver's grunts and Felicity's gasping and mewling. His thumb flicked across her nipple. She shuddered under his touch, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming. He knew she was getting close, could feel it in the way her body tensed up. Her legs around his hips pulled him closer, her fingers stiffed in his hair and her walls clamped down around him. Oliver reached between them, seeking out her clit. His fingers circled around the little nub as his lips suckled on her earlobe. Once, twice, three times and he pressed his palm into her clit.

Felicity screamed his name, pulling at his hair even harder as she shattered apart. She was trembling, pulsating around him, pushing him over the edge as well. Her name spilled over his lips, a sound close to a curse and a blessing at the same time. He collapsed on top of her, his arms no longer finding the strength to hold him up. The smell of her shampoo infiltrated his nose, a delicious fruity smell that calmed his racing heartbeat.

They lingered in their post-orgasmic bliss, Felicity's fingers fluttering over Oliver's back as he buried his head into her hair, pressing kisses to her neck and shoulder. Reluctantly, Oliver pulled out of her after a while, already missing her soft heat. He got up, Felicity softly moaning in protest, tossed the condom in the bin and sauntered into the bathroom on slightly unsteady legs.

He returned with a warm wet washcloth and sat down on the edge of the bed. Felicity watched him curiously as he nudged her knees apart, gently cleaning up the sticky mess between her legs. She smiled at him gently when he was done, watching his back retreat into the bathroom again.

"That was amazing." She whispered when he climbed back into bed, turning on his side so he could look at her.

"Yeah." He agreed, hand moving toward her face to brush a stray blonde lock out of her eyes.

"We should do it again sometime." He chuckled.

Felicity smirked at him, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, a habit he'd already grown accustomed to. Hell, he even liked it.

She scooted a little closer to him and pressed her lips against his, his response maybe a little too eager because she pulled away again.

"I'd like that." She whispered, smiling brightly.