To Dance with a Prince

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Felicity felt his kiss from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and hesitating only a few seconds, she returned his kiss, her heart racing. Oliver's free hand slipped up and wrapped around her neck and Felicity shifted closer, not wanting the kiss to end. He was a good kisser; no, he was a fantastic kisser. I mean Felicity didn't have too much experience, having only dated a couple of guys in her lifetime, but she didn't have to kiss a ton of guys to know, Oliver's lips were made for kissing.

Oliver had almost second guessed his decision to kiss her when he felt her respond and all the anxiety, he had felt melted away with the subtle movement of her lips against his. She tasted so very good and he let his tongue slide along her bottom lip, and feeling her open to him, he slipped his tongue inside and she sighed. That sound coming from her was the best thing he had ever heard and he gently pulled back, as both of their chests heaved with feelings they were only just beginning to understand.

"I have been wanting to do that since I walked you home from work." he admitted.

"I've wanted you to do that since the night in the library." Felicity said and he gently cupped her cheeks with both hands.

"I would love to do it again." he whispered as his eyes went to her lips.

"I would like that too." she said and then their lips met again, and they both forgot everything else. Their kiss was slow and exploratory, like two teenagers that were getting to know one another and Oliver decided kissing her was becoming his favorite thing. She shifted closer to him and their kiss deepened, growing slightly more heated. Oliver could feel his body starting to respond to her and he pulled back gently breaking the kiss.

He had to stop before he didn't want to stop and she stayed close as they both caught their breath. "Felicity I could kiss you all night, but I need to stop."

Felicity could tell he was being a gentleman and she was glad he stopped at that moment. They barely knew each other and she didn't want to rush into something that might not be allowed to progress. She was not familiar with the Royal "rules" pertaining to the future King dating, but she had to believe it did not include dating an American bartender.

"Can I ask you a question?" Felicity said, a curious expression on her face.

"Anything", he said, turning his body more toward her. He played with her hand as she paused for a moment and said.

"What was it like for you growing up? I mean you live in a freakin' palace, you have servants, guards. That could not have been easy for you. I mean one day you are going to rule England. That is insane."

Oliver laughed softly. That was a fair question, and it was not that difficult to answer. "It was lonely."

"Lonely? Really?" She was surprised at his answer.

"When you are being groomed to be the future king your days are spent with adults all trying to teach you this or show you that. This is how you eat, this is how you stand. I never got an opportunity to just be a kid. I mean I had my sister, but she was so much younger than me. And now that she is off at college the quiet of the palace is even more pronounced."

"What about friends? Did you have any at all?" Felicity asked, growing sad for the boy that Oliver had been forced to be.

"I had my best friend Tommy Merlyn, who is the son of my Dad's closest confident. But even when Tommy and I were able to sneak away and just play, the guards would always find us and make me return to whatever lesson I was supposed to be attending that day."

"Tommy, as in Tommy Merlyn?"

Oliver nodded, looking at her in surprise. "So, you have heard of him?"