The patrol was horribly boring. Nothing was happening despite Felicity’s assurances that there was a lot of activity near the center of town. But nothing. Just a quiet, overcast night with him riding around on his motorcycle in circles.
“Felicity,” he said into the comm as he made his third circle. “There’s nothing here.”
“That can’t be right…” he heard her mumble, irritated. Then he heard the tapping of her fingers on the keyboard. “Rooftop of the building at the corner on your left… Seems to be a sushi joint. That’s odd. It isn’t like they’re affiliated with any known criminal organizations and every-”
“Felicity,” he interrupted. “Is it possible that your systems need some adjustments?”
He heard an audible gasp into the comm. “I can’t have heard that correctly… Are you insinuating that my babies aren’t up-to-date?”
He pulled into an alley behind the building and parked, kickstand out and balancing the weight of the bike as he shut the motor off. “No, that’s not…” He sighed. “Okay. Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Isn’t it a possibility?” he asked as he hopped up onto a fire escape, climbing the rusted metal with ease until it cut off abruptly. He jumped up and grabbed at the edge of the roof, pulling himself up.
As he climbed up and over onto the roof, Felicity let out a insulted snort. “No. It is not a possibility, Oliver. And you should know better than to ask that.”
He held up his hands in defense despite the fact that she could not see him. “Calm down. It was just a suggestion. Forget I even mentioned it.”
He looked around. The expanse of the building was clear but for the occasional ventilation system and air conditioning unit. He closed his eyes and brought his hand to his brow, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Felicity, there’s nothing here.”
He heard her groan. “Okay, hold on.” After a moment of furious typing, she said: “Oops, wrong building.”
“Felicity! What is going on?”
“Nothing. I’m just… not a hundred percent tonight. I recommend grappling over to the building across the street. The big one.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at the skyscraper, the top of which was shrouded by low, wispy clouds and fog. “You mean the bad guys are at the top of that building…?”
“Yep,” she answered with an anxious, apologetic chuckle. “So… uh… get to grappling.”
He sighed and retrieved the one grappling arrow she had packed for the night and felt something strange. An extra weight along the shaft just before the fletching. He looked down to find a thin tube of liquid lip color. The shade within was light and the delicate design on the packaging stared up at him tauntingly.
He would recognize it anywhere. He had bought it for Felicity on a trip to some cosmetic store she preferred. He remembered her asking him to pick out a lipstick and set him loose. He saw this one and picked it without hesitation the moment he saw the name.
Now he was certain nothing was amiss with Felicity’s computers and that nothing was glitching in their security and GPS systems. She was sending him on a fake patrol. She was waiting for him to find the lipstick. She was waiting for him.
He turned and went back down the way he had come up, finding his bike undisturbed in the alley. He started it, shutting off the comm system so he could be alone.
All this time. All the innuendos. All the perfectly christened lipstick shades.
She had been telling him something and he had been too dense to truly realize it - he had been too afraid to act. She wanted him. She wanted them.
The city sped by him as he accelerated, allowing the wind to fight through the leather and cool his scorching skin. He could have been back in her arms long ago. He could have devoured her lips and lost himself in her body dozens of times over, but he had been so blind… so afraid.
He pulled into the lair, the bike’s revving echoing off the walls. He cut the engine and didn’t bother with the kickstand; the bike collapsed onto the ground with a crash and he didn’t care. He heard her heels clicking against the floor, growing closer and closer in time with his heart. The lipstick was in his hand, gripped tightly in a fist that threatened to crack the tube. She rounded the corner and stopped. He studied her for a moment and pulled his hood down, brow raised.
The lipstick on her lips was not the shade he held in his hand. It was lighter - a very pale pink instead of a creamy nude. He walked over to her and dropped the tube as his hand reached up. He let his gloved fingers caress her lips, eliciting a low moan from her throat as her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side in pleasure. The sight made his mouth go dry and his skin heat further.
“What shade is that?” he asked, voice raspy with his rising lust.
Felicity opened her eyes. Her pupils were blown and her breath was coming out in short pants as she stared him down. Her lips parted. “ Virginity ,” she whispered.
As the word floated between them and her pants continued to beat against his fingers, his heart raced faster. The word meant so much. It seemed so fitting.
It had been so long since they had been together and they had endured so much. He wondered if it would even be fair to let himself go and take what he so badly desired. But then he looked into her eyes and saw that same desire reflected back at him, demanding satisfaction. And he had to give in.
He closed the short distance between them, letting their lips collide and their bodies crash together, her dress against his sturdy leather. Her lips were just as intoxicating as they had always been. Full and warm and sweet. He had missed them.
Felicity’s hands roamed over his body until he felt her fingers close over the zipper and tugged, letting the armor slowly open and fall away. He reluctantly moved his own hands away from her body to unlatch the vambraces and shoulder guards, then slipped each glove off until everything clattered into a pile on the floor at their feet. His black shirt and leather pants remained, along with the mask around his eyes. He didn’t care. He only wanted her.
He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close to him as their lips melded together until he wasn’t certain where his mouth ended and hers began. Their tongues reached and danced and explored anew, tasting what they had missed for months. Guttural moans left their throats and as his teeth nipped at her bottom lip, she hissed. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure if he had harmed her. But then she was glaring, eyes on fire with the same lust that had swelled in her ravaged lips. “Touch me,” she ordered, bringing his hand down and beneath her dress until he felt her naked flesh, warm, wet and inviting. “ Fuck me .”
He hesitated no more. He let his fingers delve between her legs, pressing against her clit with the pressure he knew would set her even more aglow. And it did. Each push and rub swirl sent her writhing against him and her lips slanting against his to connect further. He slid his hand deeper between her legs, palm grazing her and fingers caressing… teasing.
And then they stepped backwards, toward the wall. Her back hit it roughly but it didn’t keep her from tugging at his shirt until he was forced to leave his occupation. The shirt joined the pile behind them and her hands got to work on his pants, the leather tight against his erection. As she pulled the zipper down and freed him, he reached beneath her dress with both hands, cupped her ass and lifted her. Her back scraped against the wall and hit the light switch, drowning them in blinking red emergency lights. He didn’t care. It matched their pounding hearts and the heat running through his bloodstream.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and then he pressed himself against her heated entrance, staying there for a second, savoring the anticipation that shivered through her body. Then she gripped the back of his neck until all he could do was look into her eyes with each flare of the lights. “I said… fuck me .”
He slid home, her body tight and clenched around him. It had been so long. So damn long and for a moment the intimacy overwhelmed him. He remained still and let her inner walls relax around him until all he could do was thrust, unable to resist.
His hands gripped her ass, forcing her body closer and his deeper. She nipped and licked and laved at his neck and lips, sending him toward the edge, but he wasn’t ready. Nowhere near so.
Oliver pulled them away from the wall, his cock buried deep and walked them to the glass table out in the main room. He cradled her as he laid her there, skirt folded up and spread out to expose their joined bodies. The moment her body relaxed against the glass, he grasped her hips and thrust once more, beginning the rhythm again. Her hands scratched at his chest and then her arms wrapped around his body, tugging him forward until their chests were pressed together, faces close. Their panting breaths and fevered moans meshed as their hands met, fingers lacing erotically. With each thrust of his hips, her fingers twitched, tightening, nails digging into the backs of his hands.
He let one set of hands drift down, allowing her to guide his fingertips where she may until she, once again, began to writhe. They kept that pace until she met her orgasm with a scream of his name and a clench of her inner muscles that sent him spiraling toward the edge seconds after.
He rested his head against her chest and listened as her heartbeat slowly evened out. She ran her fingers through his hair like she had done so many times before and it hit him. For a few seconds, it felt as if nothing had changed between them. As if the last few months hadn’t happened and they weren’t finding their way back to one another - it was as if they had never parted ways.
He lifted his head and caught her eyes just as a tear slipped from her lashes and down the side of her face to splash against the glass, shining with each flare of the lights. “I’ve missed you so much, Felicity,” he murmured as he kissed the tip of her nose.
She grinned. “Took you long enough…”
“You’re really dense sometimes. You had so many opportunities to take the hint and jump my bones and you didn’t do it.”
He laughed then. “Well, I finally did. That’s what matters.” Then he brought his lips to hers, tenderly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Oliver Queen. Now let’s go home for round two.”
