A/N: Surprise! I am back with a new chapter. I apologize for the long wait, but real life has been extremely busy. But I managed to find some time to write and I finally got some inspiration for this chapter so I hope you all enjoy it :)
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âYour face is beginning to look normal again,â Felicity joked one Sunday afternoon when she and Oliver were watching movies at his apartment.
It had been about two weeks and the bruising from Barryâs fist was barely visible on Oliverâs face. Oliver understood Barryâs frustration and getting punched in the face had been the end of it. Everyone had put the incident behind them; well, everyone except Felicity who seemed to enjoy making fun of Oliver for the mistake heâd made.
âHonestly, Oliver how could you not tell that it was Caitlin instead of me?â Felicity asked. âI went to bed wearing your shirt. You should have noticed it wasnât me standing in front of the fridge.â
Oliver ran a hand over his face. âFelicity, it was early okay? I clearly wasnât thinking straight. Can we just let it go?â he pleaded.
âHmmm,â Felicity replied. âI still donât know how you could confuse us. I love Cait, but my ass is way better than hers.â
Oliver grabbed Felicity from where she was lying next to him on the bed and pulled her into his lap, making it a point to palm her butt through her jeans. âIt is a magnificent ass,â he said, giving both cheeks a tight squeeze before finding her mouth with his.
Felicity returned the kiss, moving on his lap so that she could straddle his hips properly. Oliver pulled her more firmly against him, their chests pressed closely together as he continued to work his mouth against hers, nibbling on her lower lip and then soothing it with his tongue. Felicity moaned against his mouth and slowly started rocking her hips down against his. Oliverâs hands had moved up under her blouse, lightly brushing the undersides of her breasts.
A few minutes later Felicityâs shirt was off, as was Oliverâs. Their mouths were moving more hungrily against each otherâs, hands roaming over smooth skin and hard muscle. Oliver was about to unhook the clasp of Felicityâs bra when her phone started to ring. She pushed away from Oliver, reaching across the mattress to grab it.
âIgnore it,â Oliver spoke into neck before softly sucking on the flesh there. He peppered kisses across her collar bone, the phone continuing to ring next to them.
Felicity managed to grab it, answering it quickly when she read the caller id.
âHey Thea,â she answered, trying to control her breathing. She heard Oliver groan into her skin at the sound of his sisterâs name.
Felicity moved to get off of Oliverâs lap but he stopped her, his hands on her hips keeping her there as he went back to kissing her neck. Felicity fixed him with a stern look to which Oliver shrugged his shoulders before bringing a hand up to cup one of her breasts through her bra. Felicity couldnât help the whimper that left her lips, her hips involuntarily grinding down on his. For a second she almost forgot Thea was on the other line.
âHm? No, Iâm fine. Yeah, what were you saying?â Felicity answered shakily she felt Oliver kiss down her chest, his lips landing on the top of her breast before he pulled the cup down, taking her nipple into his mouth. The phone nearly dropped from Felicityâs hand as she arched her back, pushing her chest further against Oliverâs face. She could feel him smiling against her skin.
She took a deep breath before speaking into the phone again. âOkay, yeah Thea that sounds good,â Felicity started saying until Oliver sucked hard on her nipple. âYes!!â she yelled and she heard Oliverâs soft chuckle at her outburst. âYes, Iâll see you in half an hour,â Felicity tried covering up, saying bye to Thea before ending the call and slapping Oliver on the shoulder.
âI canât believe you,â she hissed at him, fixing her bra and scrambling off his lap to find her blouse. Oliver laid back down on the bed, laughing as he watched Felicity put her top back on. She threw his shirt at him. âItâs not funny, Oliver! Your sister already caught us once.â
Oliver didnât bother putting his shirt back on but he did get out of bed to stand next to Felicity. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.
âYouâre right, itâs not funny. What did she want, anyways?â
âShe wants me to meet her downtown in an hour because apparently some new shop opened up that we need to check out,â Felicity said with a smile, no longer upset. âShe wanted to go out to dinner after too.â
âWell, give me a call when youâre done shopping and Iâll join you two for dinner,â Oliver told her as he followed Felicity to the front door.
She smiled widely at that before kissing him once on the lips. âOkay. Iâll see you later,â Felicity said before turning and walking through the door.
Barry was lying on the couch in the girlsâ apartment, his head resting in Caitlinâs lap, eyes closed. His hands were resting on his stomach where Caitlin was holding a small ice pack over the knuckles on his right hand.
âAre you sure it still hurts?â Caitlin asked. âItâs been over a week; the pain should have subsided by now.â
Barry opened his eyes, looking up at Caitlinâs face with a sheepish grin. âMaybe I just like having you take care of me, Dr. Snow.â
âWell, you are my best patient, Mr. Allen,â she teased lightly.
Barry sat up suddenly, turning to look at Caitlin. âIâm having dinner at my dadâs place later. Do you want to come with me?â
Caitlinâs brows furrowed as she bit on her lower lip. âYou want me to meet your father?â
âYeah,â he answered instantly. âHeâs been wanting to meet you for weeks and I think nowâs a better time than any.â Caitlin went to speak but the words didnât come out and she started chewing on her bottom lip again. Barry placed his hand on her chin, freeing her lip before kissing her square on the mouth.
âCaitlin, you have nothing to be nervous about, okay? My father will love you,â Barry said sincerely. âAnd I would really like for you to meet him,â he added softly.
She offered him a small smile. âOkay. Letâs go.â
Barry jumped off the couch, pulling Caitlin up with him. âAwesome! He makes the best steak and potatoes. And heâs got a pretty impressive wine collection that I think youâll appreciate.â
Caitlin couldnât help but smile at how excited Barry was. She reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together as they walked out of the apartment.
It was Thursday and Felicity was sitting at the kitchen table when Caitlin entered the room. She had on sweats and an oversized sweater, her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head.
âYou look like crap,â Felicity said as she watched Caitlin make her way to the fridge, looking inside of it for a few seconds before groaning and closing the door shut. She went to sit across from Felicity at the table.
âI donât feel good,â Caitlin spoke as she buried her face in her hands.
âDo you think itâs the flu?â Felicity asked softly. The bug had been going around and by the looks of it Caitlin was its newest victim.
Caitlin nodded her head. âStupid Hartley,â she mumbled into her hands.
Caitlin raised her head. âStupid Hartley Rathaway,â she said with a hint of anger. âHe was too stubborn to go home from the lab, even when I diagnosed him with the flu. And of course I end up catching it because of him!â
Felicity frowned at her friend; she didnât enjoy seeing her like this. âI was about to head down to the gym, but I could run out and grab you something if you want? Some food? A couple movies? Maybe even a Barry Allen?â Felicity teased, trying to lighten the mood.
Caitlin coughed, sniffling her nose before slowly shaking her head. âThanks, but I think Iâm just going to go back to bed,â and she rose from her seat, pulling the hood of her sweater over her head.
âAre you sure?â Felicity asked and Caitlin nodded her head once, offering her a small smile before turning around to walk towards her room.
Felicity watched her walk down the hall before grabbing her things and heading out the front door. As she walked down the hallway and towards the staircase she pulled out her phone and texted Barry.
[F]: hey, just wanted to let you know that Caitlin isnât feeling well, sheâs got the flu. Sheâs resting in the apartment now but if you stopped by later I think sheâd appreciate it.
When she made it down to the buildingâs gym she had a new text from Barry.
[B]: thx. iâm almost done with work so Iâll stop by after.
[F]: I donât think we have any food so you might wanna bring some with you
[B]: haha okay Iâll pick some up before I head over
Felicity read the last text before putting on her headphones and opening up her music app. It was the middle of the afternoon and the gym was empty, which is why she chose to go during this time. She didnât get to go to the gym as often as sheâd like to, but on her days off her made it a point to drop by and get a workout in.
The gym was relatively small; a couple treadmills, an elliptical, some bench presses along with an assortment of free weights. Large mirrors lined the walls opposite the door.
Felicity walked to the middle of the room and began stretching, bobbing her head slightly to the music. It was nice to have some free time to herself. Since she started dating Oliver it was as if they were always with each other and when they werenât in the same room they were constantly texting or talking on the phone. Sure, Felicity loved spending time with Oliver, especially when he was walking around shirtless, but a girl could only handle so much. They hadnât been intimate yet and Felicity was finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to tear his clothes off and have her way with him.
As she that there on the mats, stretching her legs out in front of her Felicity decided that someday soon she would do exactly that.
Oliver was in his room, a baseball game playing on the TV in the background as he stared down at his phone. He hadnât talked to Felicity all day and he was already missing her. And it didnât help that his room smelled like her; his pillows, his sheets, even some of his button upâs that she wore when she stayed over.
Felicity was everywhere and it was driving Oliver crazy. They hadnât made that next step in their relationship, sex, and Oliver understood Felicityâs decision to take things slow. But that didnât mean it was easy for him. Oliver wanted nothing more than to spend the entire day in his bed with her, tangled in the sheets, worshiping her body with his mouth, his hands; a low growl escaped his throat as he thought about all the things he wanted to do to her. As he sat there on his bed, the smell of her strawberry shampoo and that unmistakable scent that was just Felicity filling his room, he decided to head down to the gym to release some of the tension that had built up. And maybe get his mind off of Felicity, for once.
He put on a dark gray t-shirt and some Nike shorts before going down to the gym. Oliver opened the gymâs door and stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight in front of him.
Standing before him was the woman who he was currently occupying his thoughts. Felicity stood with her back towards him as she continued doing squats in front of the mirror on the back wall.
Oliver felt his cock twitch in his shorts as he watched Felicity bend her knees until her thighs were parallel with the floor, giving him a great view of her ass that was only covered by the thin material of her leggings. He watched her straighten up only to repeat the movement again and again.
He groaned loudly; luckily Felicity didnât hear because she had her headphones in. Oliver continued to watch her, his eyes glued to her ass and his cock hardening more and more with each squat she did.
A couple of minutes had passed and Oliver was still standing in the doorway when he heard Felicity chuckle. He raised his eyes from her ass and found her reflection in the mirror. She was looking right at him and Oliver held her gaze, showing no sign of embarrassment for being caught ogling his girlfriend. Then Felicity bent her knees and squatted once more, never taking her eyes off of Oliverâs in the mirror. When she was lowered completely, her ass inches off the ground, she fixed Oliver with a heated gaze and winked at him before slowly rising back up to a standing position.
Felicity could see Oliver clench his jaw, his right hand doing that tick thing he often did in stressful situations. He began stalking towards her with long purposeful strides. She took her headphones off and was about to turn around when Oliver stopped her by putting his hands on her waist. He stepped up behind her, his breath hot against her skin.
âDonât stop on my account,â he spoke into her ear, his hands trailing down her sides every so softly before he took two steps back, giving her room to continue.
Felicity took in a stuttering breath, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She was obviously affected by Oliverâs proximity and the heated look he was giving her in the mirror. He was toying with her. Oliver loved to tease her, enjoying how flustered she would get, smirking when sheâd have to stop herself from going too far when they were making out on the couch or in bed. He loved watching her squirm. Well two could play that game.
With renowned purpose, Felicity took up an athletic stance once more before slowly going down into a squat position. As she did so, the swell of her ass lightly brushed against Oliverâs crotch, causing him to instinctively buck his hips forward.
âFe-li-ci-ty,â Oliver spoke through gritted teeth. Felicity smiled to herself when she felt the hard outline of his cock against her backside and she quickly repeated the movement. The next time her ass came into contact with his hips Oliver grabbed her by the waist, pressing himself harder against her, causing her to drop the weight plate from her hands.
âOlâŚOliver,â she gasped as he slowly rocked his erection into her ass. Suddenly Felicity was being spun around in Oliverâs arms and his mouth descended onto hers in a rough, passionate kiss.
His hands lowered to grab her ass and he lifted Felicity off the floor, pulling her legs tightly around his waist. Oliver walked them over to one of the workout benches, sitting down with Felicity in his lap. Her hands were carding through the short strands of hair on the back of his neck as her hips rocked rhythmically over his. Oliver could feel how wet she was and he groaned into her mouth, loving that she was just as turned on as he was. She swiveled her hips in his lap, causing just the right amount of friction against his hardening cock and he almost came right then.
âShit, Felicity,â he mumbled against her mouth.
Felicity giggled softly, trailing kissed across his jaw, down his neck, and back up to his ear. She sucked the lobe into her mouth before seductively whispering, âTake me to bed, Oliver.â
She felt Oliver still and she pulled away to look at him. He was staring at her intently. âFelicity. Are you sure?â he asked.
Felicity nodded her head confidently and thatâs all the answer Oliver needed. He quickly kissed her before rising onto his feet, depositing Felicity on the floor before taking her hand and practically running out of the gym and towards his apartment.
Caitlin was curled up in a ball under the covers of her bed when she heard a loud knock on the door. She groaned, pulling the blanket tighter around her but the knocking only became more insistent. She really wasnât in the mood to see anyone right now and hoped that whoever was outside would go away if she didnât answer them. Caitlin sighed happily when the banging stopped a few seconds later, but then her phone began to buzz on the nightstand. She reached up from under the covers to retrieve it and was surprised to see a number of texts from Barry.
[B]: im outside and I brought soup :)
[B]: Caitlin I know youre in there, felicity texted me that you were sick
[B]: I just wanna make sure youre okay.
[B]: I think itâs my turn to take care of you
[B]: I really donât wanna stand out here all day but I will if I have to
[B]: babyâŚpls let me in
A small smile formed on Caitlinâs face; Barry was good at that, getting her to smile even when she didnât want to. She got out of bed and slowly walked through the apartment towards the front door. When she opened it Barry was standing there, a huge smile on his face and a plastic bag in his hand.
âHi,â he greeted Caitlin with a soft kiss on her forehead. She moved aside to let him in, shutting the door behind him.
âYou didnât have to check on me,â Caitlin started, âIâm fi-â she tried to get out before coughing loudly. Barry moved to stand next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her close until the coughing fit passed.
âCome on; letâs get you back to bed.â Caitlin snuggled into his side, nodding her head as Barry guided them down the hall to her room.
Once they were in her room Barry tucked Caitlin back under the covers.
âIâm just going to go get a bowl for the soup, okay?â he spoke softly before heading towards the kitchen. Barry was back a few minutes later carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup, crackers, a glass of water, and some medicine. He sat on the mattress beside her, the tray in his lap. Caitlin sat up with her back against the headboard, her head turned towards Barry.
She reached for the tray but Barry shook his head at her. She frowned at him and Barry couldnât help but laugh because she looked adorable. He began stirring the soup before scooping up a spoonful and guiding it towards Caitlin. She looked at him skeptically before allowing him to feed the soup into her mouth.
Caitlin swallowed the spoonful, humming as she did so. âThatâs amazing,â she said. âDid you make it?â
âNo. Itâs my dadâs recipe. I asked him to cook some earlier and he was more than happy to.â
When Caitlin had finished the soup and taken the flu medicine she laid back down on the bed, pulling Barry down with her. He instantly tucked her into his side, her head resting on his chest as he pulled the covers over them both. He kissed the top of her head and she wrapped her arm tightly around his stomach.
âSleep, baby,â Barry whispered into her hair. âIâll be here when you wake up.â
Caitlin smiled into the fabric of his t-shirt before drifting off to sleep.
She didnât know how long she was out, but when she woke up it was to the sound of Barryâs voice, and he was singing. Caitlin slowly opened her eyes but didnât move, not wanting to interrupt him. She couldnât help the smile that spread across her face as she listened to him sing.
âSummer lovinâ had me a blast. Summer lovinâ happened so fast. I met a girl, crazy for me.â
Caitlin couldnât stay quiet any longer. âI met a boy cute as can be,â she sang softly, lifting her head to face Barry.
He smiled down at her. âSummer days drifting away to uh oh, those summer nights.â Barry leaned down to kiss her forehead. âI didnât wake you, did I?â
Caitlin just shook her head. âI didnât know you could sing.â
âIâm not much of a singer,â he told her, âbut itâs hard to resist when Grease comes on,â and he motioned towards the TV where the movie was playing. âHow are you feeling?â Barry asked.
âMuch better, thanks to you,â Caitlin replied as she lifted her hand to cup his jaw briefly. Barry holds it there for a moment, leaning into her touch before taking her wrist in his hand and pressing a kiss to the middle of her palm.
Caitlinâs heart fluttered at the simple, yet intimate gesture, her eyes lighting up as she stared at Barry. He was looking at her with that goofy grin of his that she adored so much and Caitlin couldnât resist the urge to kiss him softly on the lips, despite the fact that she was ill. When she pulled away it was only far enough so that she could look him directly in the eyes as she spoke, the words coming out just above a whisper, so quiet that Barry almost didnât catch it.
Barryâs eyes widened for a second before his features softened, a smile tugging at his lips. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. âSay it again,â he whispered.
âI love you, Barry,â Caitlin said, louder this time, clearer. Barry lifted both his hands to frame her face before passionately kissing her on the lips, not stopping until they both needed to come up for air.
Caitlin rested her forehead against Barryâs, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. She felt more than saw Barryâs lips moving against hers as he spoke.
