Afire Love

Prologue

It has been two months since they left Starling City and everything in it. The danger and the threats were now gone with Ra's death and the League having Malcolm Merlyn as the new leader. At least for now. Felicity wasn't completely sure what the mass murderer psychopath was planning for their upcoming future, but at this time her mind was filled with happier thoughts.

 When they left, Oliver kept the destination secret, leaving her in the dark about the true purpose of that unexpected trip to nowhere. She knew there had to be more than just an adventure for two where Oliver would eventually find out who he really was, now that the Arrow was dead. Actually, not quite dead. He faked his death. I mean they faked his death. And it wasn't even the Arrow's death. It was Arsenal's. Who was alive. Because they faked it. Oh god, Felicity thought, I can even babble in my mind. I really have to stop doing that, she continued scolding herself.

But as it turned out, they finally arrived in Coast City and she could have bet at that time that they were about to meet with an old friend of Oliver's and then get themselves into a very ugly problem. As always.

Instead, the only person they met in the next couple of weeks was the receptionist of the five stars Diamond Coast Hotel and the only thing they got themselves into was an enormous hotel room. Which Felicity hadn't had time to even give it a better look before Oliver lifted her up seconds after entering it. Not that she was complaining. His hands were then on her waist, not to keep her up- her legs wrapped around his middle and her arms around his neck where enough for that. They were there because he wanted them to be, and God, she wanted them even more. He was holding her just as he did that night in Nanda Parbat. But instead of passionately kissing her, he held her gaze as he walked towards the bed. His eyes held every emotion he kept himself from showing in the last year.

 They shared that one night in the league's chamber but this, this was different. There was no rush nor danger obliging them to get most of the night. And in her mind there was no plan of how she could get Oliver drugged and everybody out safe and alive. No, all she could think about was the emotions in his beautiful blue eyes. Love, astonishment and most of all, desire were flouting out with such intensity, she felt her heart growing and blustering to get out of her chest. 

As he reached the bed and sat both of them down on it, with her on his lap, his hands moved from her waist to her arms and then slowly started taking her white jacket off. She stayed still till he finished and then she did the same with his leather jacket. Her glasses were next. This time she was the one throwing them away because his hands were too busy lifting her green shirt. She wanted to get rid of his too but as soon as she saw the look on his face when she was left just with her bra, she stopped. It wasn't the first time he saw her like that but the look he had made her cheeks get red. She was about to say something to ease herself of the tension but then his lips were all over hers and his hands cupped her face and she forgot everything that was on her mind till then. 

It was the first time they kissed since she left him in Nanda Parbat and she wasn't exactly sure how she succeeded to survive all those weeks with just the memory of it. It felt as if she was able to breathe fresh air again after drowning for a very long time. And she realized he felt the same because all the tension in his arms eased and he broke the kiss to let out a breath of relief. She opened her eyes and locked them on his trying with all her being to tell him everything she had to tell and was afraid of saying out loud because of her babbling and no-filter brain. 

But then she realized she couldn't tell him with her eyes that she really needed to take a shower before continuing what they were about to continue. They've been on an 8 hour drive and she forgot to wear deodorant.

 Of all the things, she forgot the deodorant. Couldn't she have forgotten anything else. The deodorant had to be the one? And oh my god, she's been naked on his lap for some time. And she must've been stinking.