Red Room

Untitled Part 11

Shit! That had been hot. Felicity moved back into her seat as she adjusted her clothing both trying to catch their breath. It was hot, and she had enjoyed it, but she and Oliver needed to have a serious talk. She needed him to understand that no matter what the status of their relationship, that he could not just barge into her work and be his demanding hot self.

Oliver zipped his pants and started the car, as his mind went back over everything. Ok, so maybe he had been a little hasty in stopping by early but sometimes he could not help his jealousy where she was concerned, and he knew that was from his past. It was a past that he needed to tell her about but not right now. Right now, he just wanted to get her home.

Felicity sighed and looked over at his face. It was set, his eyes straight ahead and despite their recent activities his jaw was clenched tight.

"Oliver, why did you really come by so early?"

"I told you I don't trust Jamison."

Felicity sighed, "There has to be more to it than that. You are usually so in control."

"Oh, I am very in control Felicity, don't ever doubt that. Because if I was not I would have punched him for daring to lay a hand on you." His gaze glanced at her before he moved it back to the road and she could tell he was very serious.

"You have to trust me Oliver. If you don't trust me then we can't move forward."

"I do trust you."

"Your barging into Jamison's office like a Neanderthal says otherwise."

Oliver frowned and kept his eyes on the road. He had not acted that bad. Had he?

"Oliver, I have dealt with men like Jamison over the years. Wealthy putzes that think they can have a woman just because they are rich."

She could see Oliver's cheek flare a soft red and she continued. "Those men always make a play and I can tell you from experience that I know it is coming, every single time." It was true for the most part, but she had to admit that Jamison had taken her by surprise. Most men flirted and eventually asked her out, but he had put his hands on her. She still wanted to know exactly what he was up to.

"Felicity, I trust you. Believe me I do, but you cannot ask me to just stand back when I see some asshole touching you." Oliver's hand gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

"Ok, I am not asking you to not be jealous, I am just asking you to give me a chance to handle the situation before you come barreling in and taking care of it for me." She reached over and pried his hand from the steering wheel holding it in both of hers. She lifted his hand and kissed the back of his knuckles and he looked at her warily.

"If they get too handsy I can't promise I won't react Felicity. It's just not me."

She smiled at him softly, "Well I can honestly say that if I saw Cindy with her hands on you, I probably would claw her eyes out and stuff her skirt down her throat."

Oliver grinned as he thought of his beautiful Felicity becoming a jealous minx. It turned him on.

"Maybe I should test that." He teased her, and Felicity gripped his shirt and gave him a fake glare.

"I wouldn't advise that Oliver. I know where you keep the handcuffs, remember." She leaned up and licked his ear and he shivered. "I know the spots that make you weak."

Oliver felt his body respond and he wondered how the fuck he had ever been without her. He literally just had her a few moments before and all he could think about was getting her back to his house and fucking her until the sun came up.