#sooner surrender

@amelia-holloway

Sooner Surrender

“Felicity,” Oliver said from the top rung of the salmon ladder. She had her back to him, bent over one of her computers. He raised an eyebrow at the view of her back in her pink skirt. He dropped from the ladder, picking up a towel and wiping his face with it. He came up behind her, pressing his palms to her hips and rubbing himself against her.

Felicity shot upright, stepping away from him, “Not now.”

Oliver’s brow furrowed, “Why not? We hardly get any time alone together anymore. No one’s coming in today.”

Felicity pursed her lips, “Yeah. I know.” She clipped, turning on her heel and clicking her way to her other computers.

Oliver followed, “Wait. Are you mad?”

“No, Oliver. Just busy.”

Oliver bit his lip, “Have I done something to upset you, Felicity?” She shook her head, her eyes trained on her screen. He knew that she had some kind of glitch on one of her computers that she’d been trying to fix for the past few days, but the issue didn’t seem so drastic that she needed to ignore him over it. She was mad. He used his index finger to turn her chin towards him. “Tell me.” He said, his eyes pleading with her.

She sighed, “This morning…before you went for your run.”

Oliver gave her an odd look, “I made you breakfast…and then you went to take a shower and I left.”

“Between breakfast and leaving.” She deadpanned.

Oliver shrugged, “I kissed you?”

“And what did I do?”

Oliver hesitated, knowing that if he said he couldn’t remember…he’d be in trouble. And even if he could, she was mad anyway. “Would you just tell me what this is about?”

“This morning…I wanted to…you know,” she raised an eyebrow, “And you couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.”

“Oh,” he said, thinking back. He’d been pretty focused on getting out for his run, and it didn’t occur to him until that moment the way Felicity had kissed him; a low moan sounding in her chest, her arms wrapping around his neck, and her fingers in his hair. If he hadn’t been so distracted… “I’m an idiot,” he mumbled, grabbing Felicity’s hips and heaving her onto her desk. His lips devoured hers, and she kissed him back breathlessly at the suddenness of their position.

Felicity got an idea. She pulled his hips hard against her, hearing him moan. She ran her fingers into his hair and pulled his bottom lip between her teeth. He inhaled sharply, opening his eyes to meet her gaze before she released his lip.

He rubbed the spot where she’d bit him, his eyes sparking in desire. Oliver pulled back slightly, “I’m sorry about this morning,” he said quickly, kissing her cheek before dropping his lips to her neck to nip at her skin.

Felicity bit her lip, trying not to let her desire from this morning return. Because ever since he’d walked out of the house, all she’d been was angry…but with his tongue on her neck, he was making it hard to stay that way. She pushed at his chest until he backed up; and then she hopped off of her desk without a word, fixing her skirt as she made her way back to her broken computer.

Oliver hesitated, gaining his composure and wondering what the hell she thought she was doing before he followed after her. He turned her around, “I wasn’t done with you.” He murmured.

Felicity pursed her lips, “Oh, you know, Oliver, I wish I had time! But I really need to fix this bug on my computer,” she rolled her eyes, “Maybe later.”

Oliver stared at her, “This is punishment for this morning; for not realizing that you wanted to have sex…because I was too focused on getting a run in?”

She patted his cheek with her hand and smiled sweetly, “Yup.”

“Felicity,” he groaned, and she laughed because he sounded like a child. “I said I was sorry.”

She smirked, “You were right about us not spending enough time together lately. We’ve both been pretty distracted with work.”

He nodded, “So we need to make time for each other. Like right now.” He leaned in to kiss her, and she turned he head away; drawing another frustrated groan out of him.

“How about this; if you can stop working out so much, I’ll stop spending so much time with my computers.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, “How am I supposed to shoot the bad guys if I’m not allowed to practice?”

She shrugged, “You’d be lost without me and my babies.” She said, tapping the monitor, "Work doesn’t count. This is strictly a pleasure thing. Anything outside of Arrow business…let’s see who can last longer. You without the salmon ladder or me without my computers.“

He quirked an eyebrow, "I think you’ll miss the salmon ladder more than I will.” Felicity rolled her eyes at him, and he lifted his chin in amusement, “And what will I get when I win?”

Felicity approached him slowly, running her hands up his arms and around his neck. She lifted onto her toes and ran her tongue over his ear, “If you win…what do you want?”

“Does sex count as working out in this bet?” He asked breathlessly.

Felicity giggled, “No. I don’t think I could handle no computers and no sex.” Oliver smiled, holding his hand out for her to shake. Felicity placed her hand in his, and he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

“Good. If it did,” he said, dropping her hand to cup her face and press his lips to hers, “I’d be about to lose.”

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