"Sorry to interrupt." Felicity said. She didn't know why she had come to Laurel. She only knew that her feet had led her here.

"Is everything alright." Look looked up. Felicity looked as though she had been crying and for some reason, that sent a pang through Laurel's heart. Felicity was such a sweet yet strong willed girl that it hurt Laurel to see her in pain.

"No. It's not." Felicity didn't know what else to say. She didn't know what to do. Should she cry? Scream? Go after him?

Laurel rose from her desk. Fear creeped through her veins. Did someone else die?

"Oliver's…" Laurel stood in front of Felicity, bracing herself for what was to come. "He's gone."

"What are you talking about?" Disbelief was clear in her voice. No, he couldn't be dead. This was Oliver they were talking about.

"He joined the league." Laurel let out a quiet "No." "He's not coming back."

Laurel pulled Felicity into a hug as the other girl broke down, cradling her as she shook with sobs.

Laurel was prepared to comfort her friend. She was prepared to take her home and out her to bed, ask if she was alright, and tell her to call her if she needed anything. She was not prepared for Felicity to desperately kiss her on the mouth. Laurel pulled back in shock.

"Felicity, what are you doing?"

"I just need it to stop hurting." Felicity was clutching Laurel's shirt. Her eyes were pleading with Laurel, asking for her to give in just once. Just this once. "Please." Was whimpered in a broken voice.

Laurel sighed, looking at Felicity and leaned forward, soft butterfly kisses lined Felicity's jaw up to her mouth where she kissed her softly, reverently. Her hand cupped Felicity's face. Somehow she knew that Felicity needed to be loved right now. So she was going to give her love. Hell, it's not like she was giving it to anyone else.

Felicity's mouth moved softly against her own and Laurel was struck by how soft they were. The hands that had been gripping her shirt loosened and fell to her waist. Laurel ran her fingers through her hair softly as her mouth traveled down Felicity's neck. She turned Felicity, sweeping her hair to one side as she removed Felicity's jacket, tossing it to the side and holding her hips, pulling Felicity back into her body and placing open mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulders.

Felicity sighed softly, her hips rocking back into Laurel softly, her hand twisted in Laurel's hair. Laurel's hands were running softly over Felicity's stomach. Felicity spun around, kissing Laurel firmly as she quickly took care of Laurel's blouse, running her hands over Laurel's abs and oh my God, why did she have an obsession with abs? Laurel seemed to like her hands on her though as she moaned and deepened the kiss, unzipping Felicity's dress and pushing it off her shoulders. She immediately attacked the exposed skin. Kisses rained down on Felicity's shoulders; her collarbone was nipped. When her bra was discarded, Laurel worshipped her breasts, kissing the top of them, taking the nipple between her lips and softly suckling them till they were tight.

Felicity was quivering, desire overtaking her. There was a slick heat between her thighs and she was whimpering with each touch, each kiss that Laurel placed on her body. Laurel pushed Felicity back into her desk, Felicity wrapping her legs around Laurel's body as they kissed again and again.

Laurel's fingers met the band of Felicity's underwear and slowly pulled them down. She was surprised that Felicity had such a nice body. Surprised but very pleased. Her fingers met wetness, sliding through it, finding the pearl and softly rubbing it. Her lips brushed the curve of Felicity's ear. The steel bar was cold against her skin.

Felicity's breath shuddered and her arms wrapped around Laurel's shoulders as Laurel's fingers worked her higher, never letting her reach that high.

"Mmm. More, please." Laurel's hips moved with her hand, giving her more force as one of her fingers entered Felicity, drawing out a deep moan from Felicity's throat.

Laurel worked her finger in and out for a minute, rocking her hips into her hand so her thrusts were deeper, harder. She added a second finger. The sounds coming out of Felicity's mouth made her glad that there was nobody in the office. Felicity desperately kissed Laurel as she was worked higher and higher.

Laurel's fingers worked faster and Felicity tore her mouth from Laurel's, gasping as Laurel curled her fingers searching for that special spot that would unravel Felicity.

"Laurel!" Felicity moaned out. "Feels so good… feels so good." Her hips were meeting every thrust. Laurel's arm was starting to burn from the excursion. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat. Laurel knew Felicity was close. Her walls were already tightening around her fingers. Her moans were getting louder. Felicity babbled even during sex. Laurel found it incredibly arousing. Things like, "Oh my God, yes, right there," and "You feel so good, Laurel."

Laurel took a deep breath and braced herself before moving her arm even faster. Her other hand rubbed at Felicity's nub. She felt Felicity's walls flutter before they tightened around her fingers. Felicity's back arched into Laurel as she let out a long deep moan. When she rode out her high, she slumped in Laurel's arms.

Laurel stroked her fingers over Felicity's back, through her hair. Felicity's breathing slowed gradually and she lifted her head. Her blue eyes cut into Laurel and they smiled sadly at each other.

Felicity stood on shaky legs, pulling her panties back in place before collecting the rest of her clothes.

"Thank you." She said softly, pulling up her dress.

Laurel stepped up behind her to zip up the dress. "Don't mention it."

They faced each other again, awkwardness filled the air.

"Um, so I'm gonna go now. You know, 'cause it wasn't good. I mean, not that you weren't good—"

"Felicity."

"B-Because you were very good. And I would do it again. I mean, not again like right now—"

"Felicity!"

"But you know. I mean if you wanted to again, I wouldn't be opposed. And oh my God, why do I always say things."

"FELICITY!" Laurel's face was tight, like she was trying to keep in her laughter.

"Huh?"

"It's okay. I'm here for you. If you need to talk or… anything." Laurel caressed Felicity's hand and smiled.

They went their separate ways that night, slept in their separate beds, but it happened again and again over the next couple weeks. Soon, there were clothes in each other's apartments, and claimed coffee mugs and nothing was the same.