Adrenaline!

Untitled Part 8

Felicity took a deep breath, wiped her face, and headed back inside. When she walked in she groaned as she saw Oliver standing next to Roy talking. He had changed into a pair of jeans that looked oh so nice on his thighs and a blue henley with a white t-shirt underneath that just did things to her. She ignored them both and walked over to the sink to wash her face. Luckily she wore very little make-up so she didn't have to worry about looking like a raccoon. Roy looked at Felicity before heading to the office, as Oliver approached her. Her eyes were a little red and puffy and Oliver frowned when he saw her.

"Are you ok Felicity?", he asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

Felicity shrugged it off and kept walking to the car. "I am fine Oliver. What's up?"

Oliver knew something was wrong, but she obviously did not want to talk about it, so he walked over and leaned a hip against the car next to her and crossed his arms. Felicity tried not to notice the way it made his biceps bulge or that he had the sexiest forearms. Now when did forearms become sexy?, she thought.

"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.", he said. "QC and Merlyn Global are going to have a fund-raiser for The Glades Revitalization Project this next Friday evening. Since you live in The Glades I thought it would be a great idea if you attended.", he smiled. He thought it was a good idea.

She frowned."Not to rain on your parade Oliver, but I have a week and a half to get this car up and running for your race against Slade. I don't have time to go to some fancy party.", she said, heading to the driver's door and leaning in to start the engine. As she backed out she backed right into him. Turning she looked around nervously. He was way too close.

"Are you sure I can't change your mind? You will need a night off by then and who knows. You might even have fun.", he said, not moving an inch.

She tried to keep from looking at his eyes, but it was no use. "With all due respect Mr. Queen, I have fun all the time. I have fun making an engine vibrate with such energy that you can feel it in your bones. I have fun taking a piece of mangled metal, and turning it into a machine that can go from zero to 60 in 7 seconds. Cars are my fun.", she said, looking him in the eye.

"Yes Felicity, cars can be a form of fun. The adrenaline you feel as the engine growls so loud you feel it in your chest and all the way down between your legs.", he stepped closer. "Or the rush of adrenaline as you are speeding down a stretch of road at 90 miles an hour, not sure if your opponent is beside you or behind you, but knowing they are close as you grip the gear shift.", he leaned down to her ear. "Or that feeling of victory when you push into the finish line. Your heart racing your blood pumping." Felicity closed her eyes as she felt her body respond. Jesus, the imagery he was creating was making her so hot and bothered that she was afraid the whole garage was about to combust." Oliver let his lips ghost down her neck, and he heard the smallest of whimpers escape her lips as his breath hit the spot between her shoulder and her neck. He could feel his body responding to hers, as he placed a kiss on her collarbone. Felicity bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan, but her body shifted forward toward him, like a flower to the sun. He ghosted his lips to the other side of her neck, keeping one hand on the door and one on the top of the car, boxing her in. Felicity swallowed hard and as his lips moved up to her other ear, she nipped his earlobe. He shuddered and whispered, "Fuck!"

"Exactly Mr. Queen.", she whispered, before sliding under his arm and walking quickly to the bathroom. She had to get away now or she was done and would be begging him to take her in the back seat, hard and fast.

Oliver hung his head, trying to control his breathing, but he let her walk away. He had a little over a week to change her mind. And he would use every weapon in his arsenal to do just that. Trying to think of something to tamper down his erection, Oliver took a deep breath and then headed to the office.

Felicity shut the door to the bathroom. Ok, she thought. This is getting out of control Smoak. You need to either fuck his brains out and get him out of your system, or figure out a way to tamper down your response to him. She felt he was way out of her league and probably just pursuing her for the fun of it. I mean Oliver Queen could have any woman in Star City and beyond. This was not the movies. A billionaire playboy was not going to settle for a street wise auto mechanic who happened to love cars. Getting her emotions under control she walked out of the bathroom. Roy was at the car adjusting some bolts but Oliver was nowhere to be seen. He must still be in the office, she chose to ignore that fact, and got to work.

As John drove him home that evening, Oliver's thoughts were all about Felicity. She was turning his world upside down and he wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. He always felt a rush of adrenaline when racing, which was part of why he loved it. But the adrenaline that cursed through his body when he touched her or kissed her or even stood within 2 feet of her, was overwhelming. It made him want her so badly his legs shook. Little did he know that Felicity wanted him just as badly. She knew she was in trouble from the moment she had looked into his blue eyes.

She thought about the fundraiser as she walked home that night. She didn't realize that QC was so involved in The Glades. What a wonderful thing for his company to do. She loved The Glades and had hoped that someone would take a big enough interest in it to try to bring it back to it's original glory. The people that lived there were amazing and she knew this fundraiser would be a beacon of hope for them. Maybe she should go. But then she had a sobering thought. What would she wear? Her wardrobe was not exactly full of evening gowns and diamond earrings. She did have a couple of nice dresses that she wore to the club on the rare occasion she was talked into going but nothing so formal that would be considered appropriate by Star City's elite. Nope it was better that she say no.

Felicity got home and showered, washing off the grease and grime that usually accumulated when she worked. Blowing her hair dry, she put on her night clothes and crawled into bed, exhausted. She loved her work but it could be physically grueling. Placing her hands behind her head Felicity stared at the ceiling as she thought back over the day. She groaned out loud as she remembered the feel of his lips. Felicity fell to sleep dreaming of Oliver and his lips, and a sexy smile curved her face in her sleep as she realized, he had tied her hands to the bed with that damn tie.