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“Ugh!”

“What are your plans? Maybe that’ll help narrow down your clothing choices.”

“We didn't like make official plans,” Felicity admitted with a sigh. “There is a new restaurant downtown that Cooper mentioned, uh, Table Salt, I think.”

“Really? How did Cooper get a reservation there?”

Felicity shrugged, “I'm not sure he did.”

“Then I doubt you’ll be going there,” Iris chuckled. “I've heard there is like a six month wait to get a reservation. It's so impossible.”

“Oh,” Felicity replied with a laugh. “There is always that Chinese place we like. It doesn't really matter to me. I'm just…”

“Nervous?”

“No, not really. I'm just ready to get it over with I guess. The build up is overrated.”

Felicity turned from the closest to Iris and flung the sweater in her hand around. “God, that's...horrible, isn't it? Just wanting to it over with? I feel bad for Cooper…”

“Oh yes, I'm sure he’s so upset about that.”

The sarcasm was thick in Iris’s voice and Felicity whacked her with the sweater she was still holding.

“Hey!” Iris cried as she protect her computer. “I'm just saying that he’s not complaining...so it's pointless to feel weird about it.”

“True.”  

“But you shouldn't put any pressure on yourself about tonight. If it doesn't happen…”

“It's happening…”

“Just...Felicity…”

“I'm ready Iris,” she insisted with a nod as she pulled her favorite black dressy sweater over her head. “I am and it's happening tonight. Once I leave the room will be yours for the night.”

“Okay,” Iris answered with a grin. “You've got everything you need. You won't need to come back to the room for a toothbrush or condom?”

Felicity shook her head as she slipped her feet into a sparkly pair of pink flats. She slipped her favorite earrings in her ears. “Everything I'll need tonight is already in my purse.  I promise I'll be out of your hair soon.”

“No worries,” Iris assured her with a grin. “Barry has a late lab tonight anyways, he won't be around for awhile.”

“What are you guys doing tonight?”

“Probably studying,” Iris answered. “And fucking. Definitely fucking.”

Felicity rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone when it went off. Cooper was downstairs in the lobby waiting for her. She checked herself in the mirror and typed a quick message back before turning to Iris. “Well have fun. I'll see you sometime tomorrow.”

“Have fun! Make sure he makes you come before he does!”

“Iris!”

“Figured a little advice wouldn't be a bad thing.”

“You're as bad as Sara!  She was giving me all sorts of unsolicited sex advice this week.”

“Her’s was probably a little crazy…”

“Duh,” Felicity answered with a chuckle. “Okay, I really have to go. Coop’s waiting downstairs.”

“See you tomorrow!”

Felicity waved goodbye as she grabbed her purse from her desk and headed towards the elevator at the end of the hall. She greeted a few friends as she went by and promised a classmate they’d go over the reading before the next class before she slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. She fluffed her long blonde hair as she examined her appearance in the reflective surface of the wall and took a deep breath as the doors opened to the lobby.

The communal lobby of Felicity’s dorm was buzzing with normal Saturday night activity. She nodded hello to some acquaintances in the lounge section and headed towards the door. The cool October air hit her and she pulled her jacket tighter around her body. Her eyes roamed the parking area and she paused when she saw Cooper talking to a girl from her building.

Helena had a reputation around campus for being a bit overzealous when it came to men. Felicity paused to observe their interaction and she couldn't help but think that Helena looked pissed.

She walked slowly up to them and overheard the last bit of Helena’s tirade towards her boyfriend who looked impasse towards the whole thing.

“...you're such a jackass Cooper, I can't believe I thought you…”

“Hey Cooper,” Felicity greeted as she plastered a smile on her face. “Helena.”

“Oh, Felicity…” Helena greeted with a smirk. “I didn't know you and Cooper were a thing.”

“We are,” Felicity answered with a shrug and a smile. “We’ve been dating for a couple months now.”

Helena looked between them with a glare. “How nice. Well...I should be going. Have a good night.”

Felicity nodded as she let Cooper lead her to his car, an old BMW that he loved more than anything. Felicity always laughed, but he was incredibly particular about his car.

“So what was that all about?” Felicity questioned as soon as they pulled away from the curb.

“What was what about?”

“Helena calling you a jackass and looking ridiculously upset.”

“Oh that,” Cooper answered with a shrug. “It was just a physics thing.”

“Physics?”

“Yeah,” Cooper continued. “We got paired up on this stupid lab thing and she was not thrilled with my section.”

“Oh…”

Cooper glanced at her quickly before turning his attention back to the road and slipping his hand into hers. “Told you it was stupid.”

“Yeah…”

When they pulled up to a stoplight Cooper leaned over and pressed his lips against hers gently. “You look gorgeous babe. I'm looking forward to tonight.”

Felicity beamed at him, “thanks Coop. And me too.”

---

“I still don't understand how you got a reservation here,” Felicity commented as they walked into the new, upscale restaurant in downtown Starling City. “Iris said there is like a six month wait for a reservation.”

“I know a guy,” Cooper replied with a chuckle. “I wanted to see what all the hype was about.”

“You know a guy?”

“It's like a friend of a friend of a friend kind of situation,” Cooper explained with a smile. “That’s all.”

“Well this is pretty awesome,” Felicity said as she looked around the new restaurant. “Thanks for bringing me.”

Cooper leaned in and placed a kiss against her lips. “You bet.  We have a little wait before our reservation, want to get a drink at the bar?”

“Sure,” Felicity agreed quickly and let him lead her to the bar by their linked hands. They ordered their drinks, a glass of red wine for Felicity and an IPA for Cooper. They chatted about classes and roommates and nonsense until the pager Cooper was given, buzzed letting them know their seats were ready. After getting a refill on drinks they headed towards their table. “I’ve heard everything is good here,” Cooper told her as they browsed the menu.  “Nothing but rave reviews.”

“Are you sure about this?  The prices are a little…”

“Don’t worry about that,” Cooper insisted with a shrug.  “I’ve got it.” “Cooper…”

“Trust me Felicity,” Cooper assured her and grabbed her hand and squeezed.  “Just enjoy tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

Felicity relaxed and picked up the menu again to look it over.  She felt a gaze on her and she looked up at Cooper with a smile but he was looking down at his phone, typing furiously.  She couldn’t help but glance around the spacious, buzzing room with interest trying to see if she could find what had made her feel like she was being watched.

And she found it.

In a pair of familiar, sparkling blue eyes.

Oliver.

His eyes were on her and his gaze was intense.  It made her fidget in her seat which caught Cooper’s attention.  “You okay babe?”

Felicity looked over at him startled and took a long drink of her wine before answering,  “Oh, I’m fine.  Have you decided on what you’re going to order?”

She glanced back over to Oliver and his lips were pressed together in a tight line.  He looked, upset, almost and Felicity flashed an equally tight smile his way in greeting.  His jaw flexed, his lips not parting and his eyes not leaving hers.  It was overwhelming.

He wasn’t alone at the table and after some movement from his dinner date, Felicity finally looked at the goddess he was dining with, whose skin-tight black dress and sky-high fuck me red heels sent the message perfectly to Felicity.  He was on a date.  With an age-appropriate woman who looked bored as hell as she typed away on her phone.  Felicity chewed on her bottom lip in anxiousness.

“I think I’m going to get a steak, you?”

“There is a cajun pasta dish I’m eying,” Felicity answered, after tearing her gaze away from Oliver’s.  “I just have to make sure there are no nuts or peanut oil.”

Cooper turned back towards his phone.  “Make sure you ask the waiter.”

“I will…”

“Good.”

“Are you going to spend all night on your phone?” Felicity asked, her irritation edging out.

“What?”

“You’ve been on your phone since we sat down,” Felicity told him firmly.  “I had hoped tonight would be...special, I guess.  I know that’s cliche.”

“It’s not,” Cooper replied with a sigh.  “I’m sorry babe, you’re right.  I haven’t been very attentive and I’m sorry about that…”

“I just…”

“Hello,” the waiter said as he approached the table.  “I’m Alex and I’ll be your server tonight.  Are you ready to order?”

Cooper looked over to Felicity who, with a terse smile, nodded.  Cooper turned back towards the waiter, “It looks like we are.”

“Great,” Alex replied and pulled out his notebook.  “What can I get for you tonight.”

They ordered their food and waited until the waiter walked away to resume the conversation.  Felicity was thankful that Cooper’s phone stayed untouched on the table.  She allowed herself to fall back into a happy conversation until her phone buzzed in her bag.  She pulled it out and kept it hidden under the table as she checked the message.

Are you spending the night with him tonight?

Felicity froze.  

The audacity of that stupid man.  She barked out a strained laugh.

“Felicity?” Cooper questioned, “Everything all right?”

She nodded, “Yeah, sorry.  It was Sara just complaining about our boss.  Apparently he knocked over an entire pan of the pastries and made her pick them up.  She’s screaming expletives at me about him.”  

“It’s fine,” Cooper assured her with a chuckle.  “That prick needs to be fired.  You complain about him all the time.”

“He’ll never be fired,” Felicity complained with a shrug.  “But thankfully I won’t be working there for too much longer.”

“Right,” Cooper agreed with a smile.  “You start your internship soon.”

“Well, soonish.”

“You’ll do great.”

“Thanks, I’m excited.”

Felicity’s phone buzzed again and she opened it quickly.  It was another message from Oliver.

Are you?

Felicity gripped her tightly, her annoyance shining through causing Cooper to watch her curiously.  

“Babe?”

“I’m fine,” Felicity replied automatically.  “I just need to reply to Sara before she blows up my phone more.”

“Go for it.”

Maybe I’ve already spent the night with him.  Maybe we’re just breaking to refuel between a long and intense fucking marathon Dr. Queen.

His answer was almost instantaneous.  

You should be careful Miss Smoak.  

Felicity tucked her phone back in her purse and finished off her glass of wine in a swallow.  Cooper watched her carefully.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he questioned.  “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay,” he replied.  “I’m going to run to the restroom before the food gets here.  I’ll be right back.”

“Sounds good.”

Felicity watched as Cooper disappeared down the hallway leading to the bathrooms and then her eyes moved over to Oliver’s table, only he was no longer sitting there.  His dinner partner was still at the table in all of her appeared indifference.  

“Another glass of wine,” Alex said as he set down the glass in front of her.  “And your dinner will be out shortly.”

“I didn’t order this…”

“Your date did,” the waiter informed her before he slipped away.  Felicity eyed the glass and then took another sip of wine.  She definitely needed some food soon before all the wine she was drinking went straight to her head.  She watched Oliver’s date as she sipped on her martini and continued to check her phone.  

Alex deposited their meals to the table and Felicity watched the hallway waiting for Cooper who had been gone for much longer than she had anticipated.  She sipped her wine, deciding to wait until Cooper returned before she started her meal.

When she glanced towards the bathrooms again she was surprised to see Oliver, not Cooper, coming from the hallway, his face tight.  He walked purposely towards his table, but instead of sitting down to rejoin his date he pulled out some bills from his wallet and tossed them on the table while he spoke quietly to the woman he was with.  Oliver lead her out of the restaurant without looking back in Felicity’s direction once.  

Felicity took another gulp of wine and then munched on a crouton from her side salad.  Felicity studied her phone, scrolling through her facebook feed when she felt someone in her personal space and looked up with a smile, expecting Cooper to be there to steal a kiss before he took his seat.

She was surprised to say the least when she found herself looking into Oliver’s eyes instead.

“Oliver...what?  Where is Cooper?”

“What the hell? That’s none of your business.”

“It’s just a question...”

“That doesn’t make it your business.  Isn’t that against some sort of doctor ethics or something?” Felicity stated and furrowed her brow.  The question was absurd.  His eyes held her captive and she found herself answering before she realized the words were coming out of her mouth, despite her anger at his intrusion.  “Not that you need to know, but I...I haven’t used them yet.”

Why am I answering him? Felicity wondered to herself as she watched his face.  He’s such an asshole…who does he think he is?

“But you plan on using them Felicity?”

“I wouldn’t have come to the clinic if I wasn’t, would I?”

“Is he worth it Felicity?” Oliver questioned her, taking an answering step towards her.  They were centimeters apart and Felicity wondered if Oliver could hear her heart beating hard in her chest.  “You’ve waited a long time already. So is the boy worth it?”

Felicity stiffened, setting her spin in frustration.  She barely came to his shoulders, so she had to tilt her her backwards to meet his eyes in glare as she answered.  “Maybe it’s not about him, Dr. Queen.  It’s about what I want.”

Oliver’s jaw ticked, staying silent.  They stay locked in a silent exchange until a honking car pulled Felicity’s attention to the half circle car lane outside the hospital door.  Cooper’s car sat in the no parking zone and he waved to get her attention, motioning for her to come out.  Felicity nodded, holding up a finger as a sign to wait and she turned back to Oliver, her anger simmering.

“Thank you for your inspiring speech Dr. Queen,” Felicity stated firmly, allowing the barest of anger and sarcasm to flow through her words.  “And for everything you did for my family today.  Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to use the condoms properly.  I’ll even YouTube instructions so that I make sure I don’t make any mistakes…”

“Felicity…”

“I’ll make sure it’s covered,” Felicity continued with a laugh.  “Literally, it will be covered.  But I have to go now, my boyfriend’s waiting.”

Oliver’s hands are at his side, the thumb and middle finger on his right hand rubbing together and Felicity wondered if anyone had actually called him out on his shit before now or if he was so high and mighty that everyone just agreed with him, no questions asked.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” she went on as she side-stepped around him and headed to the door.  “I won’t turn up at the clinic knocked up.  Your safe-sex talks have been heard.  Good bye Dr. Queen.”

****

“Alright bitch,” Sara exclaimed bursting into Felicity’s room the next day. “Let’s move.”

“What are you doing here Sara?” Felicity asked, knowing the answer before her friend said anything. There was nothing wrong with living in a state of denial.

Sara rolled her eyes as she grabbed Felicity’s coding book out of her hands. “Oh, please. You know why I'm here. I knew you'd flake if I didn't escort you personally to your waxing appointment. So, let's go.”

“I'm not so sure about this Sara…”

“It's not a big deal Lis,” Sara assured her as she tapped her foot against the linoleum floor. “You go in, you get naked, and then Jess removes the hair from your pussy with some hot wax. That’s it.”

“Oh is that it?”

“Come on! Seriously, you'll love it. Let's move. We don't have all day.”

Felicity finally relented and grabbed her phone and purse off her desk as she shoves her sock covered feet into her shoes. The socks were one of her favorite pairs, covered in dancing guitar playing dogs and she chuckled. She pulled on her jacket and followed Sara out the door of her dorm room.

“How did you get up here anyways?” Felicity asked as she locked the door behind her. Even as a fellow student, since Sara didn't live in her dorm building she would have had to be buzzed in. Security protocols and whatnot.

“Iris was in the lobby,” she explained with a smirk and a dismissive wave of her hand. “She let me up.”

Felicity nodded and they took the elevator to the lobby, chatting about work and classes while they did it. Sara was a performing arts major with no real plan on what she was going to do after graduation. She was talented and over the top, a trait Felicity thought fit well for someone who wanted to go into the entertainment business, but Sara kept putting off any real decisions.

“We have so much time Felicity. What’s the rush in making a decision?” Sara would say anytime she tried to bring it up.

It annoyed Felicity to no end, but she just smiled and let it go.

“Have you applied for any internships for spring yet?” Felicity questioned as they walked down the sidewalk towards town. “There are some great theaters…”

“Not yet,” Sara interrupted with a sigh. “I may not at all…”

“Sara…”

“I'll figure it out,” Sara replied with a wave of her hand. “I'm not worried. We can't all be practically geniuses who have known what they wanted to be since they were in kindergarten.”

“It hasn't been that long…”

“How many internships have you applied for?”

“Just a few…”

“So at least ten?”

“No! I only applied for six.”

Sara barked out a laugh. “Right, only six.”

“I wanted to keep my options open.”

“Well you definitely did that. Heard back from any of them yet?”

“No.”

“You will.”

Felicity nodded as they stopped in front of a slightly sketchy looking place and she eyed Sara warily. “Um...Sara?”

“Don't worry,” Sara assured her with a chuckle and grabbed her arm to tug her inside. “I wouldn't take you to get a questionable wax. This is the best place in the city.”

“I somehow doubt that…”

“Trust me…”

“I'm trying to…”

“Stop being such a wimp,” Sara instructed and she pulled the door open and ushered Felicity inside. “It'll be over before you know it.”

“That’s what I'm counting on.”

Sara walked up the check-in desk and signed them both in and Felicity plopped down in one of the chairs and pulled out her phone. She relooked through the messages she and Oliver had exchanged the day before. She wanted to erase them and erase him from her thoughts but she hadn't been able to bring herself to do it.

She felt a pull to him she couldn't explain. Not that it mattered. Felicity doubted she'd ever see him again.

“Are you nervous?” Sara asked when she sat down next to her.

“Oh no,” Felicity replied sarcastically. “I'm not at all nervous about having hot wax poured on my vagina and then be torn off with my hair.”

“Jesus,” Sara hummed with a chuckle. “And here I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one. And I actually wasn't talking about the wax. I was talking about sleeping with Cooper tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Felicity replied with a shrug. “No, not really.”

“Please,” Sara countered. “I can feel you tense beside me.”

“It's not that…”

“Then what is it?”

Felicity shook her head. “Just…”

“Oh. My. God. Felicity is this about hot coffee guy?”

“Oliver?  No.  Of course it isn’t!”

“It is!”

“Sara!” a voice broke through their conversation and Felicity sighed in relief as they stood to greet Sara’s friend. “It's so good to see you!

Another wave of nervous spread through Felicity. This girl didn't look more than a few years older than them, she looked like she could easily be a friend and it wasn't what she expected.  She was gorgeous, her long brown hair was tied back off her face in a braid.  Felicity had expected a nice, older lady she’d never have the chance of running into again.

“Jess, it's been too long. Thanks for squeezing us in.”

“Anything for you,” Jess assured her with a smile. “So who’s going first?”

“She is.”  Felicity and Sara said at the same time and Felicity groaned.

Sara pushed her closer to Jess. “I know you well enough Felicity to know that if you don't go first you won't. So you’re up.”

“Fine,” Felicity conceded and went to follow Jess through the hallway to the back when Sara made a move to follow. “Um, Sara what are you doing?”

“Going with you.”

“Oh hell no.”

“But…”

“Not a chance,” Felicity stated firmly and Sara turned to Jess.

“If she doesn't want you to come back,” Jess informed Sara with a shrug, “then you aren't coming.”

“Fine.”

As Jess led Felicity into a brightly lit room Felicity smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Jess assured her with a smile, her long brown hair swinging in it’s braid. “This is your first time, I take it.”

“It is.”

“I'll be a gentle as I can,” Jess told her as she stirred a warming container that sat on the counter. “Pants and underwear off and you can lay on the table.”

Felicity stripped her lower half quickly and laid down, her socked toes clenching as they hung off the table. Jess washed her hands in the sink as she explained the process and Felicity linked her fingers together over her abdomen.

“We’re doing a full Brazilian correct?”

“Uh...yes.”

“Good!” Jess said with a firm nod. “Only doing the bikini line is so early two-thousands.”

“Oh, yeah., definitely”

“Let’s see what we have to work with,” Jess told her and motioned for her to open her legs. “Knees up and then dropped like a frog. Yup, that's right.”

Felicity chewed the inside of her cheek as she stared at the ceiling tiles as she tried to distract herself from Jess’s hand moving around her vagina. She grimaced slightly when the wax made contact with her skin. Jess was chatting about what she was doing but Felicity tuned her out. She didn't care about the how-to on waxing, she just wanted this stupid thing over.

When the first strip was ripped off Felicity relaxed some. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected. Sure it was uncomfortable, but not the complete and utter hell she had planned on.  

“Are you sure this is your first time?” Jess asked her as she was finishing up. “You’ve been so relaxed.”

“Good to know I'm that good of a faker.”

Jess’s laugh rang out through the room and Felicity smiled and relaxed her knees. “Oh, keep the position,” Jess instructed and she grabbed a pair of tweezers off a tray. “There are a couple of strays.”

Jess’s face was back in between Felicity’s legs before she knew it.

“Oh that’s…” Felicity started to protest when a flick of Jess’s wrist sent a sharp pain up her spine. “Fuck!”

Jess popped up with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Why the hell does it hurt so much worse one hair at a time. God.”

Jess only smiled and shrugged. “Don't worry, almost done.”

A few more sharp pains later, Jess finally pulled back and Felicity let out a breath.

“One more step and you're done Felicity. Knees up to your chest and hold them open.”

“What?”

I am not flashing my asshole at her.

“The hair between your cheeks is the last step of a Brazilian,” she stated and moved to show Felicity how to hold her legs. “Okay, stay just like that…”

This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done, Felicity thought to herself as she closed her eyes tightly. Fuck, how much hair do I have there anyways? Did Oliver see it? Maybe I have to forgive Sara after all...at least Cooper won't have to see my ass hair.

Felicity chewed so hard on her bottom lip she was sure she’d break the skin, but before that happened Jess took a step back, studied Felicity’s ass and announced she was done.

Felicity dressed quickly and made her way out to the waiting area. She glared at Sara when she saw her friend fiddling on her phone.

“That wasn't so bad now, was it?”

“I still hate you right now.”

“That’s understandable,” Sara replied with a shrug. “I'll be out in a minute and then I'll treat you to brunch. Mimosas on me.”

“You do owe me…”

“And alcohol is the best way to pay!”

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Iris’s alarm went off, the ringing bells jolting Felicity from sleep, but she stayed under the covers and facing the wall as she heard Iris get up and slip out the door for the bathroom. It couldn't be more unfair that Felicity’s sleep in day was Iris’s early day, but she’d gotten used to it by now.

Now, mid-way through October, Felicity could usually sleep through Iris’s intended lighter alarm on Thursday mornings, but today was a clear exception. It probably didn't help that she’d been in bed extremely early in an attempt to sleep off the awkwardness that yesterday had been. She needed to forget about Oliver. And she figured sleep would be a good attempt.

She had been wrong.

Instead his eyes and hands had just plagued her dreams.  Felicity squirmed under her comforter and pressed her thighs together.  Instead of forgetting about Oliver she was just turned on and antsy.

God she needed to get laid.  And not by her super hot, super inappropriate crush on her gynecologist.  Felicity sighed and flopped onto her back and stared up at the drab grey ceiling of her dorm room.  She closed her eyes when the door creaked open and Iris slipped back in quietly, stuffing her shower caddy back into the space on her bookshelf.  They’re small dorm room was stuffed to the brim with everything they’d deemed necessary for college life.  It didn’t leave much breathing room.

Felicity turned over to face into the room , and smiled towards her roommate.

“Hey Iris, I’m awake.”

“Oh, okay.  Good...I uh, hey.”

There was a beat of silence before Felicity laughed and Iris quickly joined in until she had to sit down on her small bed.  Iris was dressed, her long dark hair already dried in the bathroom, an attempt to let Felicity sleep in as much as possible.

“I had hoped I’d stayed away long enough for you to forget.”

Felicity shook her head.  “Sorry, I don’t think I ’m going to be forgetting that anytime soon.  You know, I’m always up for an education, but I’d rather learn from online porn, not an in house demonstration.”

“I thought you were in class.”

“Professor Stein let us out early after we finished a group study.  I...sorry I walked in.”

“No I’m sorry,” Iris countered.  “I should have texted to warn you...it won’t happen again.”

Felicity chuckled.  “I appreciate the sentiment, but we both know it probably will.”

“Yeah probably…” Iris agreed.  “Thanks for not judging though…”

“Oh,” Felicity assured with with a chuckle.  “I’m judging.  I’m definitely judging.  On flexibility and ingenuity and…”

“Oh my god stop!” Iris exclaimed as she tied her already dried hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head and slipped a sweatshirt on.  “I’ve never been more glad to have a class to escape too.”

Iris grabbed her backpack off the desk and looked back towards Felicity with a shrug and a chuckle.  “Don’t be surprised if Barry can’t look you in the eye for a couple weeks.  He’s so embarrased.”

“I’ve walked in on you two before…”

“Yeah, but not like that…”

“True.”

“Okay, I’m out of here.  Have a good day.”

“Wait!” Felicity called as Iris got to the door.  “Before I forget to tell you, I’m staying at Cooper’s Saturday night.  You’ll have the room to yourself for whatever depraved activity you want without fear of interruption.”

“Good to know.  I’ll see you later Felicity.”

The door clicks behind Iris and Felicity turns and stares back up the ceiling.  There was a pile of work she could be doing, a coding project for her computer architecture class and some work for her algorithm group project but she had not motivation to do any of it.  She was still horny from her sex dream about Oliver and there wasn’t any way she’d be able to get any work done until she took care of that.

Felicity grabbed her tablet from where it sat on the desk, barely having to stretch to obtain it in the small room, and opened up her web browser, pulling up her favorite porn site, scrolling through the videos before finding one that looked promising.  She pressed play and set the tablet on the stand and moves her hand under her pajama pants and into her ordinary cotton underwear.  

She started to touch herself, using two fingers against her clit a s the blood rushed to it as she worked herself up.  Only a few minutes into the video she puts it on mute, the girl’s voice too annoying to continue listening to.  Felicity moved the video to the penetration, the part that she likes the most.  She watched as the man on the screen slides in and out of the women fluidly.  The face on the woman's face has Felicity glad she’d already muted the video.  The camera pans back to where the couple is joined and Felicity rubbed herself in time to their movements.  

Felicity couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be stretched open like that.  The man on the screen is average sized along the lines of her limited porn viewing.  Her thoughts turned to Cooper and she couldn’t help but wonder how big he was.  She’d never sucked him off, after giving with Curtis and never getting back she hadn’t wanted to give again until she was guaranteed to get some back.

Her thoughts turned to Oliver after that.  She was sure he was bigger than average and she groaned as she imagined him sliding in and out of her, stretching her open.  She rubbed herself faster, using the other hand to cup her breast under her tanktop, squeezing it roughly, pinching her nipple as she imagined it was Oliver’s fingers touching her and drawing her out of her skin.

She let herself go back to that moment on the exam table where Oliver had his finger inside her and his thumb swiped over her clit and she clenched at the memory.  Oliver’s eyes fill her head, and the memory of his broad, muscular shoulders send another wave of lust through her veins as she rubbed her clit vigorously.  Felicity imagined him filling her, stretching her to an almost uncomfortable fullness, gripping her hips as he eased in and out of her.  Her toes start to curl at the thought of his mouth covering her tits, sucking them raw as his cock thrust in and out of her.  

She came.  Hard.

As she thought about Oliver.

Not Cooper.  Her boyfriend.

She tried to recall if she thought about Cooper at all before she kicked the comforter off her body and grabbed her shower caddy.  Felicity shook her head to try to expel any and all thoughts of Oliver out of her head.  She really had to stop fantasizing about him and those fingers.`

After an extra long shower in the mostly deserted communal bathroom, Felicity dressed in an old pair of jeans, soft from lots of wear and washing and a shirt that her best friend from home had gotten her when she’d received the early acceptance to MIT that spelled out “BFF” in binary code.  Her sock choice of the day was her Tardis socks, faded slightly from their frequent use.

Felicity settled in on her bed, sitting cross legged, and she put in her earbuds, cranking up the classical music playlist she used when she was working on a coding project and let the familiarity of writing code take over.

She was nearly forty-five minutes in when she heard her phone dinging as the song on her playlist changed and she reached for it, worried when she realized she had missed three calls from her mom. There was messages with each missed call.

Felicity hit the button that opened up her voicemail right away.  The first message was a two second hang up and she moved on to the second message.

“Felicity, it's mom. Call me when you can.”

Felicity hit the button to start the next message.

“Felicity, it's mom...just wanted to let you know that I'm with Caleb at the hospital. We’re not sure what’s wrong yet...I just wanted you to know.”

She hit redial quickly.

“Hello?”

“Mom!” Felicity responded breathlessly. “I just got your messages, is Caleb alright?”

“I'm fine Felicity,” she heard her stepfather call from the background.

“Caleb collapsed at work,” Donna Smoak-Mitchell explained with a sigh. “We’ve been here at the hospital in the ER for almost three hours waiting to be seen…”

“It hasn't been that long…”

“...and I'm getting anxious. But I wanted to let you know what was going on.”

“I'm on my way,” Felicity assured her mother quickly. “I'll be there soon.”

“You don't have to do that. I wouldn't want you missing a class…”

“No class today,” she answered quickly, already slipping on a pair of Uggs. “I'm coming.”

“Thanks sweetheart.”

Felicity’s relationship with her mother had been strained during her childhood. Donna Smoak was sixteen when she got pregnant with Felicity. With the support of her parents, she managed to finish high school, but when her father died in her freshman year of college she dropped out and started waitressing. Felicity’s father had never been in the picture and Donna never talked about Noah Kutter. No matter how many times a young Felicity begged for anything about him.

Felicity had shown an advance intelligence at a young age, moving through assigned school at a much faster pace than her classmates. That intimated Donna and she had refused to allow Felicity to skip grades, pushing a ‘normal’ life onto her daughter. They butted heads on that well into Felicity’s high school years.

It wasn't until Donna met Caleb Mitchell on an afternoon in September during Felicity’s junior year of high school did they finally start to understand each other. Caleb was a divorcee from Florida who torpedoed into the Smoak women’s life. He’d been a programmer for Disney World, but when his ex-wife decided to move his children to her hometown he had followed to be near his two children. He took Felicity under his wing when he noticed her innate understanding of the computer system. It had been a whirlwind romance for Donna and Caleb who had married the following June.

Felicity loved her stepfather and was thankful everyday for the relationship they had cultivated. She knew her mother and stepfather had started talking about moving to Florida. Caleb’s old boss had been courting him for awhile about a job and a promotion and with her step siblings older and getting ready to head to college themselves there was less keeping them in the northwest.

Felicity was certain Donna Smoak-Mitchell was made for the warm weather and beaches of Florida. She had assured them on multiple occasions that they could leave and she would be fine.

So far they weren’t convinced.

She walked into the main entrance of Starling General Hospital and looked around aimlessly. Felicity was directed by reception towards the ER and she headed that way quickly. Her tennis shoes squeaked again the floor as she spun around a corner and directly into a wall of muscle.

“Oh, God sorry. I was in a hurry and wasn't looking where I was going…” Felicity’s voice trailed off as she looked up into familiar blue eyes. “Oliver?”

“Felicity?” Oliver replied, his eyes laced with questions and concern.  He was wearing a dark blue suit and silver tie and he looked beyond amazing, as always.  “What are you doing here?  Are you alright?”

Felicity nodded.  “I’m fine.  It’s uh...it’s my stepfather.  I’m trying to find him.  My mom called and said he was in the ER.”

“Is he alright?”

Felicity shrugged.  “I don’t know yet.  I have to find them first.  Wait, what are you doing here?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up in amusement as he smiled down at her.  “Hospital. Doctor.  I hang out here a lot.”

“Oh, this is your hospital?  But you’re in a suit.  You never wear scrubs.  I thought doctors always wore scrubs.  They always wear scrubs on TV.”

He laughed out loud at that and moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  “Not everything on TV is real.  I only wear scrubs when I’m going into surgery and I had a board meeting today.  Would you like me to wear scrubs the next time I get coffee Felicity.”

Felicity just stared at him and he moved out of her way.

“I can show you to the ER.  It’s just down this hallway here…”

“Oh,” Felicity shook her head.  “That’s not necessary.  I’m sure I’ll be able to find it myself.  But thank you.  I’ll uh...see you around.”

“I’ll certainly see you Felicity.”

She hurried down the hallway, following the signs she was using before running into Oliver.  She could feel his eyes on her  until she turned a corner and the connection was lost.  Of course she would run into him here, after promising herself to push him out of her thoughts completely.  

I’m never going to be able to forget about him if I keep running into him everywhere. Felicity told herself with a sigh.   Fuck this.  Let’s just hope I can keep Oliver and my mother far away from each other.  The last thing I need is my mother thinking there is something going on between us.

Felicity skidded into the ER waiting room and helplessly looked around for a sign of her mom or Caleb.  She breathed out a sigh of relief when she finally spotted her mother sitting in a chair in a small curtained off area, bouncing her leg up and down anxiously, chewing on her thumbnail.  

“Mom!”

“Oh Felicity,” Donna breathed out standing and wrapping her daughter in her a tight hug.  “I’m so glad you were able to come.  Waiting here by myself has been absolute torture.”

“Where is Caleb?”

“They took him awhile ago to run some tests,” Donna explained  with a sigh.  “I haven’t heard anything since.  I just want to know he’s going to be alright.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Felicity responded automatically with a forced smile on her face.  “Caleb’s a fighter.  He’ll pull through with no problem.”

“You’re right,” Donna agreed quickly.  “You’re right.  It would still just be nice to know.”

“I’m sure we’ll hear something soon.”

They sat together for another half hour before a jovial Caleb was rolled back into the small curtained area.  

“Felicity, my dear,” her stepfather greeted with a wide smile.  “You really didn’t need to bother yourself coming all the way over here to check on me.  It was nothing.”

“You collapsed!  That’s not nothing Caleb!”

“Your mother exaggerates,” he answered with a chuckle as he grimaced slightly from the pain, hiding it poorly.

“No I don’t!”

“I love you Don,” Caleb interrupted with a smile.  “But you do. I didn’t collapse.  I simply fell off a ladder while I was helping the homecoming committee hang a banner.  It’s only because of school policy that I had to get checked out.”

Felicity looked at Donna who only shrugged.

“Well I’m glad that’s all it was,” Felicity answered with a smile.  “That’s good news.  But they still wanted to run tests?”

“Well I might have lost consciousness for a few moments…”

“Caleb!”

“I promise I’m fine Lis.  They’re just being cautious.”  Caleb assured her with a smile and then quickly changed the subject to ask Felicity about her classes and if she had made any decisions about what she was going to do after she graduated in the spring.  They talked for awhile as they waited for the results of the tests to come back and Felicity grew more and more agitated.  She finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood up for a break.  

“I’m going to grab a coffee.  Can I get you anything mom? Caleb?”

“I’d take a latte if you can find one close,” Donna told her with a smile.  “Thank you sweetie.”

“No problem, Caleb?”

“I’m fine,” he answered with a nod.  “But go, enjoy some peace for a few minutes.”

“I’ll be right back,” Felicity promised.  “Call me if you hear anything, okay?”

“We will.”

Felicity wandered back out of the ER the way she came and stopped to study the floor map on the wall near the main entrance when a hand grazed her back.

“Felicity,” Oliver’s voice questioned. “What are you still doing here? Is your stepfather alright?”

She turned to meet his gaze and shrugged. “We're still waiting on the results from the tests. He had a CAT scan done and a stress test...and something else I don't remember now.”

“They think there is a problem with his heart?”

Felicity shrugged again. “I have no idea. He fell off a ladder at work and blacked out for a bit I guess. But…”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Point me in the direction of the cafeteria?” She asked with a small smile. “I need a coffee, badly.  Dealing with my mother always drains me.”

Oliver nodded with a smile. “I can do one better than that,” he started, his hand planted firmly on her back as he lead her away from the map. “There is a small coffee shop by the gift store. Coffee is way better there.”

“Thanks Oliver.”

“It's the least I can do,” he said softly, leaning into her gently. He pulled away as they neared the coffee shop and straightened up. “I have to go.”

He turned and walked briskly away and Felicity just stared after him.

Well that was weird. Felicity thought to herself. Not that it isn't super weird with him usually. I have to stop running into him.

Felicity ordered the coffees, fiddling on her phone while she waited for the order to be complete, and then headed back towards the curtained off area in the ER her stepfather and mother were waiting in. She’d been back only a few minutes before a tall, beautiful woman in a lab coat breezed in, clipboard chart in hand and a serious look on her face.

“Mr. Mitchell,” she greeted, her voice comforting despite her stern appearance. “I'm Dr. Michaels. So sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I have the results of your CAT scan…”

Dr. Michaels was gorgeous.  Like levels of model gorgeous with her long, silky brown hair and sparkling blue eyes and Felicity wondered if this was the kind of woman that Oliver went for. She was certainly closer to his age and intelligent, successful. This definitely had to be Oliver’s type. The flare of jealousy that rose up in her knocked Felicity for a loop.

She blinked, trying to clear her thoughts so she could focus on Caleb’s health and what Dr. Michaels was saying in regards to that when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Felicity pulled it out and looked down at the notification for a text message from a number her phone didn't recognize and she opened it quickly.

It was Oliver.

Your stepfather’s results came back normal, but they’re admitting him for observation overnight just to cover their bases with the concussion. Dr. Michaels is the best the hospital has to offer in neurology. Your family is in good hands. Let me know if you need anything Felicity. - Oliver

Felicity slipped the phone back into her sweatshirt pocket as Dr. Michaels was finishing up.

“...It is strictly a precaution. The concussion was mild, but I'd rather not take any chances. We’ll have you moved into a private room soon and Mrs. Mitchell you are welcome to stay, the couches fold out into pretty comfortable beds. Please let a nurse know if you need anything and I'll check back in with you once you’re settled.”

“Thank you,” Donna replied, her hand clutched firmly in Caleb’s and Dr. Michaels nodded with a smile as she excused herself.  Donna turned to Felicity. “You don't have to stay baby. I'm sure you've got plenty to do back at school.”

“I'm staying until you’re settled in a room,” she assured them both quickly. “Don't worry about me.”

“I'll always worry about you,” Donna countered with a sigh. “You’re my daughter.”

“Is that why you won't move? Because you’re worried about me?”

“Felicity…”

“I love you guys,” Felicity continued with a smile. “And I know that you would love living in Florida. Plus you loved your job there Caleb. Don't stay here just for me, okay? I'll be fine. And I'll come visit all the time.”

“I don't know…”

“Mom,” Felicity started, cutting her mother’s argument off before it started. “I'm going to graduate from college in like eight months and who knows where I’ll end up. You've always wanted to get out of Starling. So do it. Go to Florida.”

“We’ll think about it,” Caleb assured her. “I promise.”

“Good.”

The conversation ended as Dr. Michaels breezed back into their curtained off space, followed by an orderly who was going to take Caleb up to his room. Felicity pulled out her phone again and re-read Oliver’s message.

She was trying to determine the level of creepy that it was, since she had no idea how he had even gotten her number, when she figured she should respond. At least to say thank you.

Thank you Oliver. Whatever you did, whoever you talked to, it worked. We saw the doctor and they’re moving him into a room now.

She didn't have to wait long for his reply.

You’re welcome Felicity.  

How did you get my number?

Hospital database. You’re listed as one of the emergency contacts on your stepfather’s records.

Doesn't that violate so many privacy policies? Including HIPPO?

HIPPO!

God damn autocorrect. HIPPA. Doesn't that violate HIPPA laws?

I think you lost your thunder after hippo.

Yeah, probably.

Can you keep a secret Felicity?

In general, or yours?

Mine.

Sure.

Then it's our secret.

She bit back a chuckle as she slipped the phone back in her pocket, following Caleb’s bed down the hallway. The orderly was chatting with Donna, the small woman's smile bright and friendly.  Felicity played with the cuff on her sweatshirt as she thought about her messages with Oliver.  Felicity was thankful for whatever he had done to get them seen, there was no doubt about that, but it still felt awkward.

An hour later, after helping her parents order food from the cafeteria she was ready to go, there was still homework she had to finish before her classes the next day.  Felicity called Cooper who offered to come and pick her up and told her he’d be there in fifteen minutes so she said her goodbyes to her parents, making them promise to call her with any updates and they quickly agreed.

The elevator ride down to the lobby was quick and when Felicity stepped out she immediately felt his eyes on her.  Oliver was standing off to the side, speaking to another doctor, but his eyes were focused on her.  It was unnerving.

What is he doing here?  He couldn’t possibly be waiting for me...could he?

Felicity’s thoughts were spinning.  Everything about him unnerved her.  Everything.

Stiffening her spine she ignored him and moved towards the front entrance.  The rain was coming down hard and so she stood right inside the door, her arms wrapped around her waist tightly.  Felicity chewed on her bottom lip, doing everything to keep herself from turning back to look at Oliver.  It didn’t matter though, she felt his presence behind her before he spoke.

“Felicity.”

“Thanks again for helping getting my stepdad seen Oliver,” she replied without turning around.  “Who knows how long we would have been waiting if you hadn’t intervened.”

“It wasn’t a problem.”

“Well…” she turned to look up at him with a shrug.

His voice interrupts her unfinished thought as his eyes roam over her face and the next words out of his mouth completely stunned her.

Felicity was certain the pure panic she was feeling was painted across her face as her eyes met Oliver’s.  Her suspicions were confirmed when the nurse took one look at her and immediately started talking.

“Oh, hun are you alright? I told Dr. Queen here that it’s your first time.  He’ll be extra gentle.”

Felicity could feel the heat of embarrassment flood her face and she fought to keep her composure.  She didn’t dare look towards Oliver...Dr. Queen in an attempt to keep herself from dying of mortification right there on the exam table.

“I’m fine, uh...thanks.”

“Felicity…” Oliver started and then his eyes moved to the chart in his hands.  “Smoak.  Undergraduate.  I...I believe we’ve met before?”

Felicity worried her bottom lip in between her teeth.  “Brew Too,” she stated with a shrug.  “I, uh, work at Brew Too...the coffee shop.  You came in this morning, like every Wednesday morning, that’s where you know me from.”  Of course this would happen to her.  It shouldn’t surprise her that he didn’t have a clue who she was despite the fact that they saw each other like three hours ago.

Oliver...Dr. Queen nodded  She really needed to start calling him Dr. Queen in her head.  That would help things be less awkward, she hoped.  “Oh, yes, of course.  You came in today for a prescription for the birth control?”

Felicity could only nod.  No, it was still awkward.  She had imagined so many times having his full attention.  This was not how she had pictured it happening.

“Have you consider what type of birth control you are interested in Ms. Smoak?  There is the IUD, though I don’t consider that the best option for younger women who haven’t had children yet.  There is also the patch and the ring.  And of course the pill, which seems to be the most used form of birth control…”

“Just the pill,” Felicity interrupted with a shake of her head.  “The pill is fine.”

Dr. Queen nodded.  “I can’t emphasize enough how important it is to practice safe sex and use a condom in addition to the pill, unless you’ve both been tested and are willing to take that risk with your partner.”

“Okay, I will.”

His hands stilled as he washed them in the small sink in the corner.  “You will or you do?  It only takes one time Felicity.”  He turned to her, drying his hands as he continues to speak.  “Are you currently sexually active?”

“I...uh, no.”

“So no sexual contact in any way for the last four weeks?”

She shook her head, her attention flitting quickly to Alice who was sitting on a stool her attention in a week old People magazine.  “Nope, no sexual contact in the last month.  Or...uh, ever actually.  I’ve never had sex....”

Dr. Queen nodded slowly, his eyes coming up to meet her’s.  “Okay then.”  He shook his head before tossing the paper towel in his hand , in the trash.  “We’ll start with the breast exam and then do the pelvic.  I don’t foresee any abnormalities, however the clinic will call you with the results of the pap smear within the week.”

He studied the instrument tray closely before sighing.  “Alice can you grab me a small speculum.  I’m sure you have some here, correct?”

The nurse nodded with a smile and sneaks out the door quickly.  Dr. Queen turned towards her again, his eyes watching her intensely.  “If you’re uncomfortable Felicity, I can reschedule you with another doctor…”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, her voice cracking, a small sign she was definitely not actually fine.  “Really…”

“Okay…” Oliver said slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.  Felicity closed her eyes and sighed.  It was even more ridiculous now to think that she had ever fantasized about this man.  She had never had a conversation longer than ten words with him and they’d all been with a coffee counter between them.  This was the longest she had ever spent alone with him and she was sitting on an exam table in a paper gown.

She was crushing on her gynecologist.  It didn’t get more fucked up than that.

Felicity hoped she made enough money in whatever future job she took that could cover the therapy she was obviously needed.  Before either of them could say anything else, Alice slipped back into the room and set down the heavily wrapped item on the instrument tray before sitting back down on her stool and re-picking up the magazine she was reading before.

Oliver turned back towards Felicity, his face unreadable but his voice stern.  “Lay back on the table Felicity.”

She obeyed without question and willed herself to remain calm and unaffected.  The moment his hands went to her left breast she knew staying unaffected wasn’t going to happen.  Despite the fact that his movements stayed clinical she could feel herself getting turned on.  Her nipples were hard and straining and when his palm brushed across them she had to stifle a moan.  Her sock covered feet swung aimlessly as the exam continued.  His hands moved to her right breast and his hands were warm against her skin as he kneaded the soft flesh.  Felicity chewed on the inside of her cheek so hard she was sure she would draw blood if she wasn’t careful.

Oliver’s hands moved away from her skin and he sighed.  “Okay Felicity, you can move down the table and we’ll get you through the rest of the exam.”  He moved the stirrups into place and waved his arm towards them.  “Go ahead and place your feet into these.”  

Felicity nodded and scooted down on the table in a very ungraceful manner.  

“Okay Felicity, just a little farther.  All the way to end of the table.”

He snapped on a pair of plastic gloves over those perfect fingers and Felicity shifted, the paper on the exam table crinkling underneath the movement and she froze.  This was completely mortifying.

She clasped her hands together, gripping her own fingers so tightly they were turning white.

God, she thought to herself.   I’m so turned on I’m wet.  Will he notice?  Is there a normal amount of wet for a situation like this?  Shit.  Okay, distract yourself Felicity.  Keep yourself distracted.  It’ll help this go by more quickly.

“So the nurse said something about you being the chief of something at the hospital?” Felicity blurted out as Oliver sat down on the rolling stool and moved the table with the medical instruments with him.  “She said you’re only here on Wednesday mornings.”

“I’m the Chief of obstetrics.”

“Cool.  So you like do surgeries and stuff.  When you aren’t volunteering at the free student clinic.”

“Yes, Felicity.  I do surgery and stuff.”  She could hear the amusement in his voice.  “Now you’re going to feel my hand on the inside of your thigh.”

He flicks a switch and there is suddenly a light he’s adjusting that is shining directly on her pussy.  Felicity pressed her eyes closed, her whole body tensing under the scrutiny.

“Relax Felicity, I’m just checking externally right now.”  His voice was soft and his touch was gentle.  His hands moved over the outer lips of her vagina and she panicked.  

“So, do you just like college students or something?  Is that why you volunteer?”

His hands stilled over her and she flushed, tensing again.  

Fuck.  Did I seriously just accuse him of being into college students while he examined me? Could this get any more awkward ?

He coughed.  “My family donated this clinic years ago, long before you were even contemplated Miss Smoak.  My great-grandfather was a physician and believed in giving back and reaching out to the community around him.  I volunteer in his honor.”

Felicity nodded, focusing her attention on the cheesy poster on the ceiling as she hears Oliver pick up the plastic-wrapped item off the table and pull it open.  It reminds Felicity of the way it sounds when she opens her favorite snack chips and she groans.  Now she’s going to get turned on when she eats her favorite chips and that is going to ruin movie nights.

He continued speaking.  “I specialize in infertility and high risk pregnancies.  Women with financial resources, who are ready to have families.  The opposite of women who are desperate to have families , are women who are desperate to not have children.  A goal of this clinic is to provide easy access to contraception and preventive care, so that futures are not derailed by a pregnancy they were not ready for and did not want. If me, providing a few hours a week here can help those unwanted pregnancies from happening then it’s worth it.”

“That’s...good.”  

“The gel we use is kept at room temperature so it won’t be too cold,” Oliver explained the conversation moving on as he coats the speculum.  Felicity watched as his fingers moved over the the instrument, back and forth, and she bit her lip again to keep the groan in.  How could he make this clinical application of gel look sexy.

Felicity tensed when she felt his fingers move over her again and worked to spread her open.  He placed the speculum at her entrance.  “There is going to be some pressure Miss Smoak.  However I’m using the small speculum, so it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable for you.”

Fuck, Felicity thought to herself as Oliver - Dr. Queen - moved the instrument inside of her.   That’s tight.  

Her toes curl in the stirrups and her back arches off the exam table slightly.

“Relax.” Oliver stated firmly, moving his free hand to the inside of her thigh, his thumb rubbing comforting circles against her skin.  “I need to dilate this enough to check your cervix and get a swab, okay?”

Felicity nodded, willing her body to relax as she noticed him adjusting the light.  He pulled something off the table and moved between her legs again.  “Quick swab and you’re done Felicity.  Your cervix looks great.”

Felicity huffed out a laugh, causing Oliver to look at her questioningly and she just laughed again.

“I’m sorry,” she said, taking a breath.  “That’s just...a really weird compliment.”

A small smile broke out over Oliver’s face and he nodded.  “Maybe it is.”

“Not maybe.  Definitely.”

“All done with this part,” Oliver continued with a nod.  “I need to relax again Felicity.  I have to slid the speculum out.  It’ll be more comfortable for you if you relax.”  

She could feel the fingers on one hand move against her as he spread her open and he moved the speculum out of her and set it back down on the table.  Felicity watched in slight confusion as he squirted another glob of gel onto his fingers.  

“Okay,” Oliver said as he moved back towards her, standing this time.  “It’s time for the internal exam.  I’m going to press down on your lower abdomen while I insert my finger to examine your internal organs.”

What?  He’s going to finger me? Right here?  Shit.  He’s going to know how turned on I am.  How the hell do I get out of this?

“Okay.”

What else was she going to say?

Felicity felt him hesitate briefly before his index slide through her entrance and tightened around him. She definitely was wet enough that the gel he’d liberally applied was unnecessary.

“Please relax,” Oliver told her and she heard the exasperation in his voice. She flushed again and nodded. His fingers moved in and out of her as he increased pressure on her abdomen.

Shit, this feels good. This shouldn't feel good...why does this feel good?

Felicity clenched around his fingers as a small spasm shook her.

Fuck. Fuckity-fuck.  Did I seriously just have an orgasm? God I hope he didn't notice. It was small...maybe he didn't notice.

Oliver cleared his throat and pulled his fingers out, planting a smile on his face as he wiped off his fingers and pulled off the gloves.

Shit, yeah he definitely noticed. I'm never going to be able to face him again.  I'm going to have to hide in the back next time Oliver...Dr Queen, I really need to refer to him as Dr Queen...comes into the shop. Or I'll just quit. That's easier, right? Fuck.

“You can sit up now Felicity,” Oliver’s voice broke through her internal struggle. “We’re all done.”

“Great,” Felicity responded as she sat up, adjusting the paper gown around her as she did. “So…?”

“Everything looked fine Felicity and I'm not expecting any issues with your tests, but you'll get a call from the clinic in the next seven to ten days.”

“That’s awesome.”

Oliver nodded and grabbed her chart off the counter and started filling in some information.

“I'll let you get dressed and I'll meet you out at the counter with your prescription Miss Smoak.”

Felicity nodded again, letting her leg swing aimlessly off the table. There was nothing for her to focus her attention on other than the awkwardness that had been wrapped around the room since Oliver had walked in.

There was a poster on the wall with a diagram of the female reproductive organs and Felicity studied it intensely.  Alice jumped up from the stool she had been perched on through the entire exam and worked to move the stirrups out of the way.

“See dear,” she said cheerily. “That wasn't so bad, was it? Dr. Queen is the best.”

“You are such a flatterer Alice,” Oliver answered with a laugh. “We’ll give you a minute.”

Felicity bit her lip. “Okay, thanks.”

As soon as the door clicked closed behind them, Felicity moved quickly off the table and stumbled slightly when she slide on the slick floor in her socks.

Fuck, what socks am I wearing today? Please be something not too embarrassing. Felicity thought to herself and she pulled up her foot to inspect it.Okay, good...just my breakfast socks. Not too bad, I guess. Could have been worse.

Felicity dressed quickly, balling up the horrendous two piece paper gown and set it down over the obvious wet spot left on the paper covering the exam table.

“Wonder if that’s normal,” Felicity muttered to herself as she slipped on her converses.  “Well, shit.”

She slipped her bag over her head and walked out of the examine room, back down the hallway Alice had led her through less than an hour ago. Oliver was standing at the checkout desk, which was more of a counter just inside the door labeled exit, writing some information down on a chart.

He stopped and sat down the clipboard on the counter and grabbed a brown paper bag from behind the counter and handed it to her. She clutched it to her chest as he started talking.

“This is a three month supply of birth control,” he explained motioning to the bag. “The clinic will continue to refill the prescription as long as you are a student here.”

“Alrighty.”

“There is no excuse for you to let the prescription lapse Felicity,” he continued his voice firm. “It's also imperative that you practice safe sex and use a condom. While the pill is effective, it's not a guarantee and it does not protect you against STD’s…”

“I'm a virgin,” Felicity interrupted him with a glare. “Not an idiot. You don't need to give me the speech I've heard since my sixth grade health class.”

“You need to be prepared…”

“Why do you think I'm here?  I know I have to take it at the same time everyday and that antibiotics decrease the effects. I'm prepared.”

Oliver nodded. “The clinic will be able to answer any questions you may have about your prescription or anything else you need...”

“I thought you were a lawyer,” Felicity blurted out with a laugh. “Or a banker...or something…”

“And I thought you...weren't a student.”

Felicity shrugged. “Yeah…”

“You can start the pill today,” Oliver continued after an awkward moment of silence between them. “You'll want to use backup birth control for at least a week, there is a supply of condoms in the bag along with your prescription and of course you’ll want to continue unless you're partner has been tested…”

“Got it.”

His eyes studied her closely, those clear blue eyes that Felicity was sure she could have studying her for the rest of her life.  She closed her eyes and shook her head.  Clearing it was the only way she was going to get out of there without jumping her gynecologist.  

Her fucking gynecologist.

“Good luck Felicity,” Oliver said with finality and Felicity shrugged.  Felicity stuffed the paper bag into her shoulder bag, patted it, and pushed the exit door open, letting in a stream of sunlight.

“I got it Dr. Queen.  Thank you for your concern.”

She slipped out of the clinic before Oliver could say anything else and she blinked behind her glasses, grabbing her prescription sunglasses out of her bag and switching them before moving down the sidewalk.  The early fall coolness had her wrapping her sweater around her shoulders tighter as she walked down the campus sidewalk.  She wandered towards the direction of her dorm building before twirling quickly on the balls of her feet and headed back towards her next class.

Felicity had been avoiding her roommate since Monday afternoon and she had walked in on her and her boyfriend in the middle of sex.  Her and Iris had met in the middle of the second semester of freshman year in an ethics class with a tyrant of a professor.  They’d become fast friends and had decided to room together the following year.  They’d been roommates ever since so walking in mid-sex had happened before.  But this time it was...different.  Felicity shuttered at the memory that had been burned in her memory of the middle of the day, out in the open, kinky kind of sex that she’d witnessed.  Barry had been mid-thrust, Iris gagged with a dildo in her ass.  Felicity had stammered out an apologized and slammed the door behind her, rushing off without a second glance back.

She knew Iris’s schedule well enough she’d be able to avoid any uncomfortable run in with her roommate. So it was a definite no to heading back to her room. She’d be early to class, but there was a great coffee cart not too far and she could use the jolt of caffeine.

“Lis!”

Felicity tensed when she heard Sara’s voice calling to her from across the quad. She forgot her class was getting out around this time.

“How was the appointment with the vagina Doctor?”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Why?”

“Because it was mortifying and I’d rather never talk about it again.”

“God you're so dramatic. It was just the gynecologist Felicity.  It couldn't have been that bad.”

“It was.”

“Why?”

Felicity shook her head.

“You have to tell me now. Or I'm just going to think you're a pussy.”

“Sara…”

“Come on, spill, what happened?”

“Do you leave your socks on or off for the gynecologist?”

“Off,” Sara stated and then paused. “Wait, is that it? You left your socks on? That's not bad. I'm sure lots of women…”

“Oliver-was-my-gynecologist.”

The words spilled out her mouth in nearly one breath and Sara stilled, mid-step, and she turned to face Felicity. Then she burst out laughing.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Sara this is not funny.”

“You’re right,” Sara said as she gasped for breath as she laughed.  “You’re right.  This isn’t funny, it’s hysterical.”

“Sara!”

“It totally is girl,” Sara replied as she continued laughing.  “I’m sorry, but it is.  So you canceled right?”

“No…”

“Oh my god!  You hussy!  You totally enjoyed it didn’t you?  Have Dr. Hottie’s hands all over you.  Can’t say that I blame you girlfriend.”

“Would you shut up?”

“This is just too good Felicity.”

“I’m never going to hear the end of this am I?”

Sara shook her head.  “Probably not.”

“You know I’m never serving him again, right?  Never.”

“Oh yeah,” Sara agreed with another laugh.  “I figured that out about thirty seconds into this conversation.  Don’t worry, I’m not that mean.”

“Thank you.”

“Fuck girl,” Sara breathed out with a shake of her head.  “Only you would crush on your gynecologist.”

“Yeah, well if I never see him again it will be too soon.”

“Shit girl, he’s totally hot.  Who says you can’t fantasize about him some more.  I mean, his fingers had to have done some good…”

“Stop.”

“What?”

“I’m not talking about his...fingers to you.  Or anyone for that matter.”

“Come on!”

“Nope.”

“Fine,” Sara relented with a roll of her eyes.  She grabbed her phone from her back pocket and checked the time.  “Shit, I’m going to be late for my next class.  I’ve got to go.  I’ll see you first thing Friday morning!”

“What’s Friday?”

“Funny girl,” Sara replied with a huff.  “Your vagina won’t wax itself.  And you’re keeping that appointment!  Even if I have to drag you there myself.”

“It’s the only way I’m going.”

“Funny, you’ll thank me later!  And so will your vagina!”

“SARA!”

Arms wrapped around Felicity’s waist from behind and a nose nuzzled her neck from behind and Felicity leaned into her boyfriend’s chest.

“What is this about your vagina being thankful?”

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t sound like nothing.”

“Just a wax.”

“That sounds interesting.”

Felicity turned to face him and moved up to her tiptoes to place her lips against Cooper’s and he deepened the kiss instantly.  She pulled back and she played with the zipper on his jacket before she spoke.

“Do you think you could get your dorm room to yourself Saturday night?”

His eyes lit up as he pulled her closer to his chest, his lips curling up in a smile.  

“I’m sure I could get it to myself now.”

Felicity chuckled and pulled away from him, taking a few steps towards the building her class was in..  “You can wait till Saturday.  Besides, I have to get that wax first.”

“We can do a before and after,” Cooper replied with a smirk.  “I wouldn’t mind the case study.”

“Saturday,” Felicity promised with a wave.  “Gotta go.  I’ll call you later.”

“Felicity!”

“Felicity, your favorite customer is here,” Sara called to her and Felicity whipped around quickly, her blonde ponytail swishing and a blush starting to creep into her cheeks.

“Sara shut up!” she admonished with a glare, pushing her glasses further up on her nose.  “He’ll hear you.”

“He’s on the phone. Don’t worry, he’s not paying attention to you. Yet.”

Felicity rolled her eyes.  “I don’t think he pays attention to me other than handing me the cash to cover his coffee every week.  That’s it.”

“Oh please,” Sara replied with a smirk.  “He’s totally into you.”

Felicity shook her head and headed to the counter to meet the customer in question.  The small, stand-alone coffee shop Brew Too was situated about a half mile off the Starling University campus where Felicity was in her senior year.  The main clientele was professionals and the students who live off campus and Felicity’s totally insane crush was firmly in the professional bracket.

Oliver came in every Wednesday morning in the most impeccably tailored suits and bright ties, today’s was emerald green, he was almost always on the phone when he first walked in or as he walked out, and he always looked serious.

He also always used her name.

“Good morning Felicity.”

“How are you doing this morning Felicity?”

“You’ve got some chocolate sauce on your nose Felicity.”

It is completely possible that the only reason he used her name from week to week is because it’s boldly printed on the front of the apron she wears , but she doesn’t care. It had been six weeks since he started coming in and Felicity’s crush had grown with each passing one.  He was older, by at least ten years or so and that just made Felicity’s infatuation seem even more ridiculous.  It didn’t keep her from crushing on him hard though.

Sara teased her endlessly.  It didn’t matter what they were doing when he came in, Sara would find an excuse to step away from the counter so Felicity could serve him.

Oliver’s order was always the same, a large, dark roast, black coffee and he always paid with cash.  Felicity only learned his name after overhearing him on the phone , his third week in the shop.  It was the only time he’d stepped up to the counter on the phone, his voice almost cold as he spoke, “Tell Dr. Rochev it’s Oliver, I’ll hold.”  So that’s all she knows, his first name, Oliver.  No last name, no job, not even why he only comes in on Wednesdays, but that hasn’t kept her fantasies about him at bay.

He’s the embodiment of a wet dream fantasy.  Everything about him, from the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled chin, his electric blue eyes, the completely lickable mole on the left side of his mouth, to his long, lean fingers turn Felicity on each time she sees him.  Felicity is sure that those fingers would have her a wriggling, screaming, orgasmic mess in record time.

“Felicity?” Oliver’s voice broke her from her thoughts and she looked up at him quickly.

“Sorry!” she exclaimed with a grimace, her cheeks flaming.  “Thinking, or daydreaming really.  Just off in my own little world.  Oh...uh, large dark roast?”

“Please,” he answered with a smile and passed over a five dollar bill and she handed him the coffee over the dark brown counter.  “Thank you Felicity.”

She nodded and replied with a smile, “You’re welcome Oliver.”  Felicity watched him as he smiled and headed back out into the Starling sunshine, eying his perfect ass in his suit pants through the window.  

“Dang girl,” Sara teased as she came out from the stockroom, fanning herself with a coffee filter. “So much sexual tension in that short encounter.  He totally wants you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Felicity argued.  “He barely knows I exist, other than as his coffee pourer.”

“You don’t see what I see.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” Sara assured her with a smirk.  “Now, are you finally going to give it up to Cooper?  You’ve been seeing him for over a month and you haven’t boned him.  His dick is going to wilt and fall off.”

“Oh my god Sara!”

“What? I’m just saying...a month is a long time for a college guy.”

“Yes,” Felicity relented.  “Yes, alright.  I’m planning on having sex with Cooper Saturday night.”

“That’s my girl!”

Felicity flushed.  

“You’re the oldest virgin I know,” Sara told her with a sigh as she boosted herself up on to the countertop.  “I’m pretty sure you’re the oldest virgin in all of Starling City.  It’s about time.”

“It’s not my fault I dated a gay guy for two years, okay?”

Sara looked at her incredulously, “You seriously had no idea?  You dated Curtis for two years and wasn’t concerned that he never tried to get into your pants?”

“I thought he respected me,” Felicity countered with a shake of her head as she kicked a stray coffee bean on the floor.  “Not that he was afraid of my vagina.”

“I love how innocent and naive you are Felicity.”

“It’s not he didn’t let me suck him off.”

“Yeah, in the dark.”  Felicity blushed again and shrugged and Sara flinched.  “God, Felicity, I’m sorry...that isn’t what I meant...I was joking.  I’m sure he was just imagining a dude sucking him off instead...and fuck, I’m totally making this worse, aren’t I?”

“It’s fine…”

“No it isn’t,” Sara continued.  “God, I know tons of guys that would love to do you.  Hell, I’d do you if I could convince you to try it.”

Felicity laughed and swatted her friend in the arm.  “Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”

“Cooper is a lucky man,” Sara assured her with a grin.  “You’re on the pill, right?”

“Not yet,” Felicity told her.  “But I have an appointment at the student clinic today.”

“Good girl!  Still use a condom though. Two forms of birth control, always.  No baby catching here.  I’m too young to be a grandmother.”

Felicity groaned.  “You’re not related to me and twenty-one.  You wouldn’t be my baby’s grandma…”

“Semantics.”

Felicity laughed and turned to help the small group of customers that just walked up to the counter.  

Sara’s guidance about birth control was nearly pointless to Felicity, who after growing up with a young, single mother knew how easily a pregnancy could kick a life of track.  It might have been a little drastic for Felicity to avoid sex completely to avoid pregnancy, but it had been successful.

No sex.  No potential baby.

But that was going to end.  

She was finally going give it up to Cooper.  Her age appropriate boyfriend.

Even if she was fantasizing about Oliver in the meantime.

“Did you shave?”

“For the gynecologist?  I didn’t think they’d expect me to be bare.”

“God, I need a whole pan of these brownies.  These things are practically orgasmic. I can’t wait until you have a proper orgasm Lis.  And not just a brownie orgasm.  I know orgasms from yourself can be decent enough, but a proper orgasm, god, it will change your life.”

“Can you please stop saying the word orgasm?”

“No one is here but us and the perv in the back.”  

Felicity’s eyes shoot to the back office where their leech of a boss was working on paperwork.  

“Still…”

“So you shaved, right?  Cooper will definitely prefer it and it enhances it for you too, trust me on that.  Being bare?  It’s worth it.”

“I haven’t...”

“Oh, I know, I’ll set you up with my girl Jess for a wax.  She’s the best.”

“Sara…”

“Give me a minute and I’ll get you an appointment.  You’ll thank me.  And believe me when I say it that Cooper will appreciate it.”

Felicity could only shake her head and turn back to the counter with another rush of customers were waiting for their daily jolt of caffeine.  When Felicity turned back to Sara, she was hanging up her phone and untying her apron.

“Appointment is Friday at eleven.  Don’t be late!”

“Sara I never agreed to that!”

“See you Friday Lis!”

The rest of Felicity’s shift passed in blur of lattes and iced coffees for commuting students heading towards campus and the suits stopping in before heading towards their nearby office buildings and at exactly twelve-thirty she was clocked out and headed out of the door and sprinted to the arriving bus.  Her first class of the day wasn’t until two so she had plenty of time between her one o’clock student clinic appointment and her class, but she wasn’t about to miss this appointment.  Condoms were free from the clinic to anyone who stopped by but the birth control she wanted required the appointment and an exam.  She’d lucked out getting such a last minute appointment at the clinic and if she missed it there was no telling when she’d be able to get another appointment.

Felicity walked into the quiet lobby of the student clinic and she walked up to the bored looking receptionist who was playing around on her phone.  After obtaining the necessary paperwork she needed to fill out, Felicity found a seat in the lobby, eyeing the other students waiting before turning her attention to the clipboard on her lap.  She hurried through the form, all the standard questions coming easily, full name, student ID number, allergies, medications, family medical history, date of her last cycle and Felicity stifled a chuckle.  Sara was more intrusive in one shift at Brew Too than this form.  This was going to be a breeze.

Once she finished and turned the forms in she sat back down and fiddled around on her phone, sending an email to one of her professors about an assignment and then she scrolled mindlessly through her Facebook feed, liking a few random posts from highschool friends and one from her mom.

“Felicity Smoak?”

The nurse is standing with her chart in the doorway with what Felicity is assuming is supposed to be a comforting smile on her face.

“I’m Alice,” the nurse said with a smile, her scrubs where bright yellow with little rubber ducks scattered across them.  “Come with me.  So what brings you to the clinic today Felicity?”

“Birth control,” Felicity answered simply, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.  “I’d like to start the pill.”

“Fantastic,” Alice replied with a smile and an approving nod of her head..  “It’s very responsible to take control of your birth control.  Have you ever been to the gynecologist before?”

“Uh, no...I haven’t.”

“You’re in luck then,” she assured Felicity with another smile.  “We have Dr. Queen here today.  He’s the chief of obstetrics at Starling General, but he volunteers a few hours a week here.  Otherwise you’d be stuck with one of our general practitioners and they aren’t always the most gentle.”

She leads Felicity down the short hallway and into a cold, sterile room with the exam table sitting ominously in the middle.  After handing Felicity the paper gown she flashes another reassuring smile.  “I’ll give you a minute to undress and then I’ll be back with the doctor.”

The door clicks shut behind her and Felicity stands frozen in the middle of the room with the flimsy paper gown in her hand.  She shakes her head and sets her purse down before she undresses quickly, toeing out of her black work shoes and pushing her pants and underwear down her legs at the same time. Felicity tucks her underwear and bra between her pants and shirt before she climbs onto the table and then hesitates when she realizes her socks are still on.  Felicity glances at the door and debates if she has enough time to remove them when there is a knock on the door.

The door swings open and Alice walks in, the smile still firmly on her face and then Felicity looks behind her and freezes.

Oliver is behind Alice.

Coffee-shop Oliver.

The suit jacket was gone, replaced by a stark white lab coat though the emerald green tie was still knotted around his neck.  Felicity froze.

Her fantasy crush is a gynecologist.