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"Oliver what are you doing?" Felicity asked, when she had spotted him in the kitchen, wearing kitchen apron.
"I'm cooking, because I'm bored. I left hospital a month ago, I should go back to work." Oliver answered.
"Doctor said, that you can go back in the next week."
"To work at a desk." Oliver snorted.
Felicity had approached him, and hugged him from behind, putting her arms around his waist. "Only until your hand will be in full recovery, and your ribs will stop giving you a pain."
"Yeah, stupid ribs." Oliver muttered.
Felicity had giggled, when she moved in front of him. She kissed his jaw. "It's about what doctor said about your other activities?"
Oliver growled. "No."
"Oh, come on, I know it's bothering you that the safest way it's me being on top." Her hands had moved to squeeze his ass, before she pulled him closer.
"You like to have control, do you?"
"Maybe?" Felicity smirked.
"You are unbelievable." Oliver had said, before he leant to kiss her.
When Oliver had left the hospital, Felicity practically moved to his apartment. Her things took up more and more space. But Oliver hadn't complained, he liked having her around.
"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." Oliver said, after he had pulled from their kiss.
"So, I'm going to shower before dinner." Felicity nibbled gently his lips.
"That smells delicious." Felicity had said, when she returned from bathroom.
"I hope it's also tastes good. So, what new in case?"
"It tastes better than good." Felicity said with her mouth full of food. When she had swallowed, she added. "I brought you a report from today's meeting."
"I had spoken with Roy, he said that you and Laurel cooperate very well."
Felicity chuckled. "Since we had discovered that candidate for the mayor, Sebastian Blood, can be involved in this, Laurel stopped being the pain in my ass. Sorry Baby, but I think the case, that can be a springboard to her career, is more important than you."
"I'm glad that she focuses her attention on something else." Oliver smiled. "Speaking about Blood, you know who got an invitation for his Charity Gala?"
"Who?"
"Queen family."
"All family?" Felicity asked, getting excitation.
"Yep." Oliver smiled. "Felicity Smoak, will you be my plus one for that gala?"
"Oh, I could clone his phone." Felicity said.
Oliver chuckled. "It that was yes?"
"Yes." Felicity was nodding.
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Felicity had been finishing washing dishes, when Oliver stood behind her, kissing her shoulder. She moaned. "Do you want your dessert?"
"Aha, and I read about some safe positions for my ribs." Oliver rubbed his crotch against her ass. His hands squeezed her breast.
"Oh, really. And what did you learn?" Felicity pushed her ass to his dick.
"I would rather show you. I will be expecting you in the living room in five minutes, wearing only your panties." Oliver had commanded, before he left her in the kitchen, breathless and wet.
Oliver had come back from bedroom, barefoot and wearing only jeans, Felicity already waited for him. She spotted handcuffs in his hand. "Are you going to arrest me, detective?"
"I'm going to have full control tonight." Oliver came closer, taking her hand and leading them towards the dining table. When they had stood next to table, Oliver ordered. "Bend over and put your hands on the table."
Felicity had been giggling, when Oliver extended her legs with his knee. Felicity stopped giggling. Oliver had brushed his fingers along her core, before his hands moved to her breasts. He roughly nibbled her nipples.
"Oliver." Felicity groaned, feeling his already hard dick against her ass.
"Baby, it will be fast and hard, but I can't wait any longer." Oliver had taken her hands behind her back, before he handcuffed her. He had pushed her torso on the table, leant and kissed the back of her neck.
Desire had been rushing through Felicity's body, when she heard how Oliver unzipped jeans, and rubbed his cock along her wet entrance. Oliver had taken her by surprise, when he pushed his whole dick in one strong motion to her pussy, and next he pulled out completely. He repeated the movement several times.
"Oliver, please fuck me." Felicity moaned, resting her cheek on the table. Her breasts were pressed to the table.
"As you wish." Oliver growled, thrusting into her.
His thrusts were hard and fast, his hands were holding her hips tight. Felicity's nipples were rubbing against the table, what only raised her heat. She felt an orgasm was taking her over, when Oliver had started to caress her clit. She came with loud moan, while Oliver was chasing his own relief. When he had come, he fell on her back, supporting himself with elbows on the table. He kissed her neck, whispering. 'You are amazing."
In the middle of the night when Felicity had been sleeping peacefully in Oliver's arms, her phone rang. They both woke up. Felicity answered with sleepy voice. "Hello?"
"It's Dig. We have an emergency. Lawton is dead, and Slade is missing. Meeting in police station in half hour." And he hung up.
"What happened?" Oliver asked, seeing Felicity's face.