#rolicity

The beach trip had been unplanned. So unplanned, ofcourse, that they’d had to stop at a store to buy some bathing suits. And,being the type of person he was, Roy insisted on a fashion show.

Felicity was happy to oblige.

She posed in the green one-piece, the one thatresembled the suit she had at home the closest. She twirled around at Roy’scircling finger, but he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“Come on, Felicity. You’d been training so hard withus. Don’t you want to show a little more skin?”

The words sent a small shiver up her spine and a blushcrept up her neck, “I’m not really the kind of person to prance aroundnearly-naked in public.”

Roy grinned at her, “That’s a shame.”

Felicity went back into the dressing room and when shesaw her reflection in the mirror she realized how out of breath she felt. Shestripped out of the green piece and looked at the other ones hanging up.

They were all one-pieces in various patterns and cuts –some with plunging necklines, some with low-cut backs, and then one hanger inthe back, which she couldn’t remember grabbing.

A red bikini.

She walked out from behind the curtain and twirledwithout instruction. It won Roy’s approval within seconds and off they went tothe beach.

–

“It’s weird being out without all the guys. We neverreally hang out just one-on-one, do we?” Roy asked, laying on the warm sandbecause they were stupid and forgot to buy towels.

“I kind of like it,” Felicity said, smiling behind hersunglasses, “You’re not nearly as broody and mysterious and serious as the twoof them can be.”

Roy looked at her and mimicked Oliver’s serious look. “Felicity,we have to go,” he said in a gruff voice, before clearing his throat, “Oh myGod, I can’t believe he can talk like that.”

She laughed and laid next to him, the sand gettingtangled in her hair – but she couldn’t care less.

“If Oliver or Diggle was here – there’d probably be acrisis within the next few minutes.”

“Let the world burn,” Roy said, looking to the side ather profile, “I’m not leaving without a good tan.”

Felicity tsk’d at him and he reluctantly allowed herto cover him with sunscreen. He was able to control the shivers when her handsran down that expanse of his back, but he couldn’t hide the goosebumps. AndFelicity was very observant.

–

Somehow they’d convinced themselves that, even withouttowels, they could go into the water and before they got into the car – they’d juststand still in the sun for a bit until they dried off.

That would’ve worked, except a suddenly strong wavepushed Felicity forward and into Roy’s chest with enough force to knock themover. They tumbled underneath the water for a few seconds before Roy stood up,Felicity grasped tightly to his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked, when Felicity coughed a fewtimes. One the water was clean of her airways, she nodded and tried to clear upher watery eyes.

“I think I lost my sunglasses,” she said, lookingaround in the water. She looked back at Roy, who was looking at her intenselyand uncomfortably – like he was looking at something he wasn’t supposed to butcouldn’t look away.

And when Felicity looked down, she realized why.

“Roy!” she scolded, pulling her top to cover theappropriate areas.

Roy looked stunned and choked out a small, “S-sorry. I’msorry. That was really inappropriate of me.”

But Felicity just rolled her eyes and let it go.

–

Standing on the sidewalk next to her Mini theydripped, until Roy finally mentioned the big flaw in their plan.

“My skin is dry, but my bathing suit is still prettysoaked.”

Felicity sighed and bit her lip, “This would be easierif we could just get naked.”

Roy’s head jerked up and looked at her, his eyebrowraised.

“I mean,” she scrambled, “Not that we should getnaked. I meant we could take off our bathing suits so that the water doesn’tget anywhere. Our suits are going to be wet for like, a few hours. I don’t know– I don’t go swimming that often. But we shouldn’t get naked. That would bewrong. I mean, not morally wrong – I don’t have anything against the moralityof naked people, I just mean we shouldn’t get naked with each other. Not that Idon’t want to see you naked. Oh my God – please forget I just said that. I justmeant this isn’t a good circumstance to see each other naked over.”

Roy’s eyebrows just got higher.

“Not that there would ever be a good circumstance!”she practically shrieked, gathering the attention of quite a few people thathad been walking by. She covered her face with her hands and groaned.

Roy was quiet for a few seconds, “Felicity – don’t youhave some blankets in the trunk – for emergencies?”

She could’ve slammed her head against the roof of thecar for forgetting.

–

Soaking the blankets that had been folded severaltimes underneath them, they drove through the streets heading towards StarlingCity. They sat in companionable silence, listening to the radio which was justbarely audible over the roaring of the air conditioning.

“I really wish we spent more time together,” Felicitysaid, knocking the AC down a notch and making it at least 25% quieter in thecar.

Roy nodded, “Yeah, I had a really good time today.”

Their eyes met for a few seconds – which is a reallylong time, when you think about it, especially when you’re driving. ButFelicity found herself suddenly in awe at how blue his eyes were.

Roy looked at her just as intently, and didn’t sayanything when her foot lifted off the accelerator and the car slowly came to astop.

Felicity shook herself out of her reverie when the carstopped, and she made an uncomfortable giggle, “Haha – whoops, that was a weirdthing for me to do.”

“Park the car,” Roy’s voice was soft – definitely meantas a gentle request, but Felicity followed it like it was an order. And whenthe gears shifted, she looked up and he kissed her.

His hands were warm on her cheeks, holding her lips tohis until she started kissing him back, and then his hands were on hershoulders and running down her arms. She shivered and opened her mouth a littlewider, and his tongue touched hers.

It was such an incredible sensation – like she couldliterally feel her hormones leave her brain and spread all over her body,sending her heart into such a frenzy that is was like her blood was literallyvibrating. And she wanted to be pressed against him – skin on skin, likenothing else in the world.

It would be easier if she didn’t drive a Mini.

So they got out of the car, tumbling into the grassnext to the road and Felicity could not have been happier that she’d chosen thedesolate back roads to get back to the city as his lips pressed against herneck and his hands palmed her breasts over her wet bikini.

He tasted incredible when she managed to get him tolook up from her neck and kiss her again. His hands were in more control thanhers, reaching underneath her back and undoing the small knots holding her topon and throwing it to the side.

Just the feel of his bare chest against hers made herdizzy with lust, and her hips rolled underneath his by instinct.

It was going way too fast, she managed to think toherself as Roy threw the bottoms of their suits to the side and settled betweenher legs.

But she wanted it to be this fast. If somethinghappened to stop it, she’d combust by sheer sexual frustration alone.

He didn’t ask permission verbally – he just lookedinto her eyes and saw the desire and wantand please and pressed himselfinside her. Her head fell back against the grass, her hands reached up andgrabbed his shoulders, and he rocked inside her at a tortuous, incredible pace.

His lips crushed against hers and his hands reachedunderneath her ass and pulled her hips upward, the angle taking him deeperinside of her. She had to break the kiss and cry out in pleasure – her moansdisappearing in the open air.

The noises he made just added to her excitement. Thesoft grunts from his throat, the way he closed his eyes when she shifted herhips just the right way. How his fingers pressed so tightly into her skin thatshe was sure there’d be bruises.

It was all so incredible – and so overwhelming.

Roy’s thrusts became less measured until he waspractically slamming into her. Each time their bodies met, everything he wasfully inside of her, it knocked her just a tiny bit closer to the edge, untilshe was right at the precipice and ready to fall over.

And one of his hands left its place underneath her andreached between the two of them, pressing firmly against her clitoris, and shefell apart immediately.

Through the wave of blinding pleasure and musclespasms, Roy pushed himself as deep as he could and once again smothered herwith a kiss, the noises of his orgasm muffled against her mouth.

When they both came down from their highs, Felicitywrapped her arms around him, keeping him on top and inside of her. She couldfeel his heart beating against her chest – unless her own heart was going thatwildly, which was just as possible.

Eventually their breathing and heartbeats calmed down,and Roy rolled to the side, looking up at the sky next to her.

She swallowed audibly, her conscious brain beatingback her hormones and coming to the front of her thoughts.

Thatwas stupid. That was irresponsible. What are you doing? What if someone findsout? What if someone had driven by? DID someone drive by? Did I just notnotice?! Oh my God, I need to get dressed.

Felicity jerked upright, going to grab something towear – anything – until Roy’s hand grabbed hers.

“Just lay down with me for a few minutes, then you canfreak out.”

She looked at him, fought internally for a fewseconds, and sighed.

By the time Roy and Felicity drag themselves off the dance floor, the club has considerably emptied, her feet are throbbing and her dress is sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, much the same way Roy’s button up is doing to him, but they’re both beaming. They each down an entire bottle of water while leaning against the bar, and Felicity is just about to suggest another round of shots, when her ankle gives out and she pitches forward.

Roy’s reflexes are quick and he catches her around the waist before she can ht the floor, but she ends up plastered against his chest, giggling like a school girl.

"Sorry!" she gasps between laughs, though she throws one arm around his shoulder and smacks a kiss to his cheek. 

Roy chuckles, the sound rumbling under the hand Felicity has pressed to his sternum. “Anytime, Blondie.”

She’s smiling up at him, though just barely since he’s not much taller than her when she’s in heels, when she feels a hand slide into the small of her back. She squeaks and jumps, spinning around to find Oliver trying to pretend he’s not scowling but failing spectacularly.

"Hey." he says roughly, eyes flicking over her shoulder at Roy. "Are you ready to head out?"

Felicity blinks confused eyes at him, trying to ignore the heat his appearance generates in the pit of her stomach. It’s the unbuttoned look, she thinks, that makes her mouth water. Oliver loosened a few buttons throughout the night and she can see the neckline of his undershirt peeking out beneath it. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his hair’s a little mussed, and Felicity has to lean back into Roy’s solid presence to keep herself from launching forward.

"No, I’m good." she shakes her head, regretting it the second the world slides out of focus around her. She blinks hard to straighten everything back out. "I’ll catch a cab or something."

Oliver sighs like he knew that was coming. “Felicity, come on. Let me take you home.”

"I said no, Oliver." she snaps, a fresh wave of anger flooding her chest. "I’m going to stay here with Roy, drink until I can’t see straight if I want to, and then I will find my own way back to my apartment.”

Oliver’s eyes flash, presumably meeting Roy’s over the top of her head. It only serves to piss her off more; she hates feeling as though she’s been dismissed, as though Oliver thinks he even has the right.

"I’m taking her home. I think you two have had more than enough fun for one evening." Oliver tells Roy, who stiffens a fraction up against Felicity’s back.

Felicity doesn’t like the way he says “fun” like it’s a dirty word, doesn’t like the implication behind it, but she doesn’t get the chance to speak up before Roy is responding.

"Oliver, you know that I respect you and everything, but you aren’t taking Felicity anywhere she doesn’t want to go." Roy tells him calmly, laying a protective hand to her hip that Oliver absolutely does not miss.

Oliver’s mouth turns up sardonically on one side, his eyes burning, but Felicity is interjecting before the two of them can start throwing barbs they can’t take back.

"Look, Oliver, you made it pretty clear that I’m your girlfriend, not your wife. So, let me make myself clear, too; You’re my boyfriend, not my husband, and most definitely not my master.” Her voice has gone up a few decibels but she can’t bring herself to care. “I will leave when I’m ready to leave, and not a minute before.”

Oliver’s cheeks are going red with temper, but he knows arguing with her when she’s this angry is pointless, so there isn’t much he can actually do besides stop trying.

"Fine." he grinds out, jaw clenched rigidly. "I will be right downstairs, though, and I want you to let me know when you’re ready to leave. I’ll take you to your apartment, but I will be taking you home myself."

Felicity opens her mouth to argue but Oliver’s already stalking away, spine snapped in a hard line.

"Well, that went about as well as I thought it would." Felicity huffs a laugh, turning to look at Roy.

"Yeah," he admits, frowning contemplatively though his eyes sparkled with humor, "I was convinced that was gonna come to blows."