A/N: Smut Warning.
"What about this one?" Felicity asked wearing an off the shoulder black floor-length dress.
Sara motioned for her to turn around, Felicity slowly turned, and Sara shook her head. "It looks good, but I don't think it's the dress we're looking for."
"I need something elegant," Felicity said.
"Yes elegant but not dull, it's too simple. We want bold." Sara insisted.
"Like this one." Felicity grabbed a red dress that she thought would be perfect, it had a deep v neck, and a long slip up the side, the straps were black, and it had black lining beneath the breast, and the slit traveled all the way up to mid-thigh. "Try it on."
Sara accepted the dress disappearing in the dressing room.
Felicity browsed the dress rack. A dark floor-length beautiful dress catching her eye; however, it was utterly blackless, which made Felicity hesitate. Maybe it wasn't appropriate enough; still, she lifted it and held the fabric up against her body.
"You should get that one," Sara said, and Felicity looked up to see her stepping out of the dressing room, the red dress fit her like a glove, shaping to her every curve.
"Wow," Felicity said. "Maybe you shouldn't go as my date."
"Are you uninviting me because I look amazing in red?" Sara teased.
"No, I just thought might want to bring your new girl," Felicity suggested. "You'll blow her way wearing that. I mean, I might be a little tempted myself."
Sara grinned. "Now there's a thought, Sara Lance and Felicity Smoak. I mean, we could always test the waters. make-out a little."
"Shut up." Felicity laughed at her, teasing. "So this new girl. What's her name?"
"Nope, I'm not telling you anything about her until you tell me at least something about your boy-toy." Sara shot her a pointed stare.
"Fine, his parents are rich, he's lived here in Starling all his life, and he's insanely hot, sometimes he'll get this intense look when he's looking at me, and I suddenly find myself pressed against any flat surface available and his hands are everywhere."
Sara's eyebrow rose into her hairline. "Okay, I will tell you all about Nyssa if you answered one thing."
"What?"
"How is he? I mean, does he always get you off before focusing on himself? Does he give multiple orgasm's and just how good are they?"
"Sara!" Felicity's face heated with the inappropriate line of questioning.
"What? Friends talk about these things?" Sara defended.
Felicity bit her lip, Sara's stare making her give in. "Fine, the sex isn't good, it's-"
"Then what the hell are you still sleeping with him for?" Sara demanded, looking affronted.
"You didn't let me finish." Felicity protested.
"Have you had to say that to your boy-toy who is terrible in bed."
"He is not bad in bed. The sex isn't good because it's fucking fantastic," Felicity corrected in Oliver's defense.
Sara grinned something filthy, eyes glinting with the hint of the devil. "How fucking fantastic?"
"Multiple orgasms, orgasms so intense you just may pass out. I'm talking toe-curling, feel it for the next couple days sex. Sex so good you're willing to do just about anything because it feels so damn amazing."
"Sounds like my kind of sex. I approve." Sara grinned.
"Now, tell me about your girl," Felicity demanded, arching a brow at Sara.
"Her name's Nyssa, she's traveling with her father for a business trip. She's gorgeous, exotic looking. She has this self-confidence about herself that drew me in, and I don't know being with her feels different from when I was with anyone else."
"How'd you meet?" Felicity wondered.
"I was out at a club, blowing off some steam. Nyssa was at the bar, and this guy came up to her, and before he could so much as a lay a hand on her, she had him on the ground and her booted foot was pressed against the apple in his throat. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."
"A badass." Felicity nodded. "I approve."
"Good," Sara moved behind her, placing her hand on her shoulders. "Now go try on that dress. I plan for both us to look like sex on really great legs."
Felicity could hear the smirk in her voice. She was incorrigible.
"Where's the gala going to take place?" Oliver asked, walking into his father's home office to find his mom and dad were going over some papers.
Moira looked up at him in surprise. "You're interested in attending the gala without my prodding."
"It's important for our family to look good for the cameras, besides it's a charity thing right," Oliver said brushing off her concern.
"Oliver, are you feeling alright?" Robert asked, putting some files away in his desk.
"I'm fine." Oliver dismissed his concern, "I mean, this is for a good cause, and besides you want me to take an interest in something more than partying."
"And you're taking an interest in tonight's charity event?" Moira looked skeptical.
"Absolutely. So where is it going to be held?"
"It's a charity for the hospital. It will be hosted at the Rebekah foundation. We need to be there by six." Moira answered. "We'll be leaving an hour before. So make sure you and Thea are ready to leave and please dress accordingly."
"She means no jeans and a T-shirt." Robert said, reminding Oliver that he hadn't worn the required dress code the last time he attended an upper-class event."
"Got it," Oliver said and quickly walked back out.
Robert turned to Moira. "What do you think that's about?"
"Maybe we finally got through to him, and he's starting to take his responsibility as a member of this family more seriously," Moira suggested though she sounded uncertain.
"I think that's wishful thinking on your part," Robert said, earning himself a glare.
"Oliver is capable of doing something more, given the right motive and encouragement. This could be a turning point in his life."
Robert wanted Moira to be right, but he wasn't going to set his expectations high because every time he did, it only got him disappointment and Robert was tired of expecting more from his son when it was clear he wasn't ready for something more in his life.
Moira, on the other hand, believes her son was finally going to do right by the family and start to take his place among them and hopefully one day soon among the company.
Felicity smiled and kept her rambling to a minimum as she moved through the room with her father. He was introducing her to all his business partners, talking up her intelligence and accomplishments.
Sara had excused herself the moment they got to the Gala, the last time she saw her she was talking with Tommy and that was almost twenty minutes ago.
When Felicity spotted Tommy, she immediately looked for Oliver but much to her disappointment she couldn't find him. Either he wasn't there yet, or he wasn't coming.
"So, will you be following in your father's footsteps and going into your family's business?" The chief of the hospital asked.
"I want to -"
"Yes," Noah interrupted his daughter. "Felicity will be attending MIT in two months, once she graduates from there, she will be shadowing me at the company before taking a more permanent role in the company."
"Oliver!" Felicity's head whipped around at Tommy's voice traveling across the room and watched as he crossed the room to the Queen's Who had just arrived.
Robert and Moira stood together, looking like Starling's most powerful couple but her eyes moved past them, taking in Oliver. He wore a black suit that fit him perfectly, the suspenders she caught a small glimpse beneath the jacket gave her the immediate urge to curl her fingers around them and use it to yank Oliver against her. She bit her lip at just the thought.
Her breath hitched when Oliver's eyes suddenly locked with hers, watching as he took her in, his eyes traveling the length of her body. Her skin prickled with awareness.
"Felicity. Felicity?"
Felicity whirled around to find her father looking at her expectantly. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last part? What were you saying?"
"Mr. Webber was just asking if you would be attending the next charity gala."
"I'm, not sure. If I am in town, yes." Felicity answered, she could still feel Oliver's eyes on her, but she was doing her best not to get distracted while talking with her father's business associates.
She was trying to kill him. Oliver was sure of it. There was no other explanation for her to wear a dress like that when she knew he was going to be there.
How the hell was he going to keep his hands to himself when all he can think about was peeling the dress she wore from her body and sinking deep inside her as her cries of pleasure filled the air.
The green dress wore clung to her like a second skin, the things it did for her ass should be fucking illegal, the slit that travels up to her mid-thigh was so fucking tempting, he could just picture slipping his hand beneath it and moving it around to grasp at her ass, pulling her body against him.
And there was the completely open back, God, he just wanted to kiss every inch of her back, feel her soft skin beneath his lips.
He needed to get his mind out of the gutter, preferably before he lost control of his body and embarrassed his parents thoroughly.
Oliver escaped his parents as soon as he could heading for the bar and ordering himself a drink.
The bartender flashed him a flirty grin, tossing her red hair over her shoulder and poured him his drink.
"She's hot." Tommy grinned. "Think she be willing to sneak away for some hospital sex? I know exactly where the on-call room is."
"Do we even want to know why you know that?" Sara asked, leaning against the bar, next to Oliver.
"No, you do not." Tommy grinned.
Oliver had just downed his drink when he heard his father calling him over, his head snapped around to now see his parents standing with Felicity and her father.
He swallowed, taking a deep breath. He was about to meet Felicity's father, who had no idea they knew each other or the fact that he was fucking his daughter. It didn't help that Noah Kutter was a really good business partner with his own father.
This could not go bad. Taking another steeling breath, Oliver walked over to them, stopping beside his parents.
"Oliver, I would like you to meet Noah Kutter and his daughter, Felicity Smoak. She's visiting for the summer." Robert introduced.
"Why don't you introduce her to Tommy and Sara, I'm sure it can't be easy not knowing anyone here," Moira suggested.
"Actually, we already know each other," Felicity interjected. "We met a couple of weeks ago."
Moira looked at her surprise. "How did you meet?"
"Sara introduced us," Oliver said quickly suddenly feeling Noah's eyes on him. "We got together for a group thing not too long ago."
"You know Sara Lance?" Robert asked.
"Sara and Felicity have been friends for years," said Noah, "They met when they were younger and have been friends since."
"Speaking of Sara, she's at the bar, why don't we go talk to her." Oliver really needed to get away from both their parents before they realized they weren't getting the whole truth from them.
"That sounds great." Felicity looked at her father then to Robert and Moira Queen. "It was great meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Queen."
"Hey, whose is that talking with Sara?" Felicity asked seeing Sara had been joined by a gorgeous dark-haired female.
"No idea," Oliver answered, seeing both Tommy and Sara were distracted, he grabbed her hand and tugged her in the opposite direction, through the room, and down the hall.
"Oliver, where are we going." Felicity protested, she looked behind to see if anyone had followed them. "What if someone notices we're gone."
"I don't care," He let go of her hand when they reached a door and wrenched it open, dragging her inside, closing the door shut behind them.
Felicity looked around with her brow furrowed. "Why are we in a supply closet?"
Oliver pressed his hands to her naked back, and Felicity shivered at the heat of his palms.
Oliver slid his hands down her back. "Because I don't think I would have been able to keep myself from touching you much longer. Even if it meant everyone would see."
Oliver slid his hand around her stomach, tugging her back against him. "I swear you wore this dress to torture me."
"Well, I mean if that means you can't keep your hands off me then that is exactly what I wanted." Felicity turned in his arms and smiled up at him, her hand slipping beneath his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. "You look really really good in suspenders. I heard of girls having a thing for men in suspenders, and I never saw the appeal, but I do now."
"Yeah?" Oliver asked, watching as her eyes darkened.
"Yes." Felicity's fingers curled around the straps of his suspenders and stepped back until her naked back pressed against the wall and yanked him against her.
"Good, I want you to want me just as much as I want you." Oliver groaned and pressed his mouth against hers, she gasped, and he slid his tongue against hers, tasting her. Oliver's hands trailed over her body, drifting over her breast and sliding beneath the slit in her dress, tracing the side of her laced panties.
Felicity moaned, raising her leg to hook over his hip, opening herself up to him as his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric, finding her clit.
Oliver pulled his mouth from hers, trailing kisses down her neck. He felt his semi-hard cock swell with how wet she was.
"I do want you." Felicity panted, chest heaving. "I always want you."
Oliver knew the feeling. He sunk two fingers inside of her, thrusting them shallowly.
Felicity's lips parted on a gasp. "Yes!"
Oliver watched as her chest heaved, her clear enjoyment of what he was doing to her. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"
Felicity shook her head on another quiet gasp as his fingers dove deeper, her stomach tightened as she climbed closer and closer to the edge of her precipice.
"I'm sorry. It should have been the first thing I said to you. It was the first thing I thought when I saw you tonight, and right now you're fucking breathtaking."
His words only increased her pleasure and her need for more. For him. "Oliver, I need you inside of me, please."
Oliver grunted and pulled his fingers from her body, unhooking her leg from his hip, shoving his hands into his pants pocket for his wallet and retrieving a condom.
He quickly pushed his pants down past his erection and ripped open the foil packet and slid the condom over his cock, before pressing his body back against her, he slipped his hands beneath her dress, gripping her ass he lifted her, Felicity hooked her legs around his waist.
Oliver turned them, bracing her against a shelve. "Hold onto me tight."
"Thank God, you're not saying that under platonic circumstances or else I would be really disappointed." Felicity panted, the anticipation of feeling Oliver inside of her, making her feel on edge.
"Trust me," he pulled her underwear to the side and position the head of his cock at her entrance. "You won't be disappointed."
Felicity gasped as he thrust into her, his swelled cock stretching her.
Oliver pulled out and angled his hips up and thrust back into her welcoming pussy.
Felicity moaned as Oliver hit that spot inside of her and dove her hands into his hair, sealing her mouth over his, her tongue gliding against his.
Oliver grunted as she squeezed around his cock, sucking him in deeper.
Felicity ripped her mouth from his on his next thrust. "Should we be doing this here?" she panted. It was one thing for them to go at it like they had no control over their bodies, but it was another thing when they were risking everyone finding out about them at a fucking Gala.
"Do you want me to stop?" Oliver grunted, the shelve scraping against the floor with his every thrust.
Felicity fisted his hair in her hands. "Don'teven think about it."
Oliver grunted and pushed into her harder, deeper. "Fuck, you feel perfect."
Felicity cried out as he hit that perfect spot inside her again and again.
"If you get any louder someone just might hear us," Oliver grunted.
Felicity let out another loud moan, and she pressed her mouth to his shoulder, muffling the sounds of her cries.
She was close, so fucking close, when Oliver's mouth trailed down her neck, and his lips pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, he bent his knees and drove up into her on the next thrust, and that was all it took to take her over the edge, she bit down on his shoulder, silencing her cry of pleasure as she came around him.
Oliver grunted his hips, losing rhythm as his balls tightened. A few more thrusts and he let out a groan, burying his face in the hollow of her throat as he came, spilling inside the condom.
Felicity scratched her fingers through his hair as they caught their breath.
After taking a few minutes to recover, Oliver pulled out of her and gently lowered her back on her feet, readjusting her panties and her dress. He discarded the used condom in the trash can by the door and pulling his pants back up, over his waist.
Felicity used the shelve to hold her up until her legs stopped shaking.
"You okay?" Oliver asked, snatching his jacket off the floor and slipping it back on.
"Am I okay?" Felicity pushed her hair back over her shoulder, glad that Oliver didn't run his hands through her hair like he usually did. The last thing she needed right now was sex hair. "I'm amazing."
Oliver smiled. "Yeah, you are." He pressed his mouth to hers.
Felicity pushed at his chest. "We need to get back out there before anyone notices we're gone."
"If they haven't already." Oliver pressed a kiss to her neck. "I'll kiss you later then."
Felicity smiled. "Hold on." she moved her hands through his hair. "You don't need sex hair when we go back out there."
Oliver smiled at her as she smoothed her fingers through his hair. God, he really loved the blue of her eyes and the way she was biting down on her lip right now.
"There," she smoothed her hand down his jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles. "You don't look like we just had sex. How do I look?"
"Perfect," Oliver answered without hesitation.
Felicity gave a small laugh. "Okay, but do I have sex hair?"
"No, you look great. Perfect." Oliver grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips.
Felicity's heart fluttered in her chest. When he made small sweet gestures like that it made this warmth spread through her chest.
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek before tugging him back out into the hospital corridor.
Felicity scanned the party, relieved that it didn't seem like anyone had noticed her and Oliver's sudden disappearance she looked around for Sara and spotted her near the bar, smiling with the stunning brunette.
Felicity didn't recognize her.
"Hey," Felicity greeted.
"Felicity," Sara smiled. "I didn't know where you took off to. I want you to meet Nyssa."
Felicity's eyes turned to Nyssa. "Wow, you're even prettier than I pictured. I'm Felicity. Sara's best friend."
"Nyssa." Nyssa smiled. "Sara has mentioned you a few times."
Felicity smiled. "Sara didn't mention you would be here."
"In her defense, she didn't know I would be here." Nyssa looked at Sara. "I didn't know she would be here."
"Yeah, I need a date." Felicity's eyes widened. "Strictly platonic, of course."
"Relax, Felicity," Sara laughed and looked at Nyssa. "Her mouth gets away from her sometimes."
"It's cute," Nyssa said and Felicity's cheeks heated.
"Sara, hey would you mind if I steal your friend away?" Oliver appeared beside them.
Felicity's eyes widened as Sara replied. "Oliver, I would mind, however, you can steal Felicity away as long as you give her back before the night's over."
"I make no promises." Oliver grinned, taking Felicity by the hand and leading her to the dance floor where a few couples were dancing.
"What are you doing? Sara'sgoing to think something's going on with us?" Felicity placed her hand on his shoulders as he settled on her hips as they moved on the dance floor.
"Is that such a bad thing?" Oliver wondered. "She's your best friend."
"No, it's not, but I like having something that's just mine and no one else's." Felicity bit her lip. "Is that so bad?"
He didn't really like having to hide that he was seeing someone who was fantastic. Sure sneaking around seemed like a whole lot of fun, but it made things complicated when all he wanted was to spend time with her as much as he could. "No," he said after a moment. "It's flattering that you want to keep me all to yourself." Oliver leaned forward his lips, brushing her ear. "I want to keep you to myself all the time, feel you against me, your scent surrounding me, that hitch in your breath whenever my lips touch your neck."
Felicity pulled back cheeks flushing. "Behave, we're in public."
"That's difficult to do when you're in my arms." Oliver grinned.
"incorrigible," Felicity said, but she was smiling widely, fighting the urge to pull him down so she could kiss him.
Oliver chuckled and looked around the room to distract himself from wanting to claim her lips. "My parents are still talking to your dad?"
Felicity looked over, her brow furrowing. "How long do you think we were gone?"
"No idea," Oliver answered.
"We don't know how long they've actually been talking?" Felicity wondered. "Do you think it's business-related? I'm going to go find out."
Oliver was mildly disappointed Felicity had pulled out of his arms but followed her over to where his parents were standing with her dad.
"Felicity will be attending MIT in just two months, I fully expect her to finish in just two years." Noah was saying.
"That's a bit early, don't you think?" Moira raised a perfect brow.
"Not for my Felicity. She's a genius like me." Noah boasted proudly.
"Really?" Robert asked with interest.
"Felicity built her own computer when she was only 7 years old. She has an IQ of 170." Noah grinned. "She has actually been helping me on a project I'm working on."
"Dad, I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Queen, need you listing off my accomplishments," Felicity said, returning to her father's side.
"Actually, I find it really impressive. Once you finish MIT, perhaps you would like to come to work for me?" Robert suggested. "We could always use new blood with your kind of potential."
"Felicity's all set to come work for me," Noah said, sending his daughter a wide smile.
Felicity forced a smile. Her father had everything set for her, but she wanted something that was just hers and not something that would be passed down.
"Sounds like you have everything figure out." Moira said, her eyes on Felicity appraisingly. "perhaps you could encourage my son to do the same."
"Mom," Oliver frowned at her. "I don't need any more people telling me what I need to do with my life or thinking they know what's best for me."
"Actually, Mrs. Queen, I find it easy to figure out what you want in life and go after it when you're passionate about it." Felicity looked at Oliver, smiling softly. "Maybe Oliver just hasn't found that. Give him time, and he might surprise you. I believe he'll find his way on his own. You just have to be patient and respect his choices."
Moira was quiet for a moment. "Maybe you're right, Felicity."
Maybe he just needed the right influence to bring out the best in him.
Moira had not missed the soft look the two shared. There was something there. She was sure of it.
Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe all her beautiful boy needed to get his life together was someone like Felicity in his life.
Oliver and Felicity excused themselves, not seeing the way Moira watched them as Robert and Noah change the topic to the rise in stocks.
Moira smiled to herself, seeing Oliver reaching for Felicity's hand as they stood at the bar, the way her son leaned in close to Felicity's ear and the small laugh that escaped Felicity and the even brighter smile that appeared on her son just seconds later.
She had a hunch that Felicity Smoak was the reason her son hadn't been in the papers or on the cover of gossip rags and furthermore she had a feeling that Felicity Smoak was going to play a critical role in her son's life.
Maybe more than either of them knew.
Moira lifted her glass of champagne to her lips and smiled, believing for the first time that she did not need to worry for her son as he had Felicity Smoak at his side, making him smile, looking like he couldn't be happier.
And isn't that ultimately what every mother wanted for their child?
For them to be happy.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Reviews are encouraged!