It was, perhaps, the bizarre dream of being crushed into a marshmallow that brought Felicity Smoak to groggy wakefulness. It took a few minutes for her mind to remember where she was, and what had led her here, yet she was still confused.

The previous evening had begun normally enough for Team Arrow. Well, for their definition of 'normal' anyway. Oliver had taken Felicity to Central City for a lovely evening of Charity Gala's and vigilante espionage – her technical wizardry was second to none, of course – while Dig held down the fort back at the Arrow Cave in Starling. The mission had gone off without a hitch, which was fantastic. And with no one getting arrowed, which was weird. The hitch had come, however, as they were checking in to their hotel for the overnight before the next days flight back to Starling City.

Utterly exhausted after the long night now that the adrenaline rush from the mission had worn off, she was happy to stumble in to the desk to get their keys and put her Olympic level sleeping skills to the test. There was just one problem. Felicity had reserved two rooms. The register showed only one room in her reservation. Well that was no problem, right? They could just get a second room now, right?

Nope. Turns out the entire hotel, and the vast majority of the hotels in the City, were all sold out. There was the World Biologists Counsel on Marsupials taking place this week, right here in Central City. Flabbergasted, Felicity could hardly believe what she was hearing. Kangaroos. It was kangaroos who had stolen her hotel room. Oliver, while looking distinctly like he wanted to Arrow the apologetic desk clerk, politely asked if the room had a single bed or two.

After being assured there were two Full sized beds, Oliver simply sighed, took the keys, and led her exhausted rear to the elevator bay and up to their room. She hadn't noticed him stop several feet into the room and slammed into his back, knocking her glasses askew and bouncing back so hard she would have tripped over her trailing rollerbag and fallen backwards had Oliver not whirled and caught her.

He looked down at her. Felicity thought he looked annoyed. Or angry? He was some form of upset, but she couldn't figure out which flavor of Oliver's broody anger he was shifting to. She was just too tired to dedicate the energy it usually took to sort out his moods.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed, reached out to straighten her glasses. "There's only one bed. It's a King."

"What? No. No, that can't be right…" She stumbled around him and saw it, large and comfortable looking with it's Egyptian cotton sheets with a thread count of probably like a million and fluffy comforter, taunting her with it's single-king-sized-bed-ness.

"I'll… I'll go to the front desk and get them to bring up – " Her words were interrupted by her enormous yawn. " – a roll-out bed."

Oliver had raised an eyebrow then and simply told her no, she was exhausted, they both were, he would just sleep on the floor. In the ensuing argument, she insisted indignantly that if he slept on the floor, she would too, as the King was more than big enough for both of them, and it was silly to waste all of that prime bed real estate. She would be happy to share her bed with him! Errr….THE, THE bed. No, that didn't sound any better. It'd be fine to sleep with each other. Platonically! In the same bed on opposite sides and not touching! Oh God, please let me stop talking… Her blush by the end of that ramble was a lovely shade of near magenta. Oliver's expression of annoyance didn't seem to change, but she thought she might have seen a twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if he'd been fighting a smile. Grudgingly, he finally agreed.

As she lay there that night, wrapped in her pajamas with little flying pigs all over them, she wondered if it hadn't been a bad idea. How was she supposed to fall asleep in bed next to Oliver Queen? She needn't have worried, she was out cold before he even turned out his side lamp.

This led her to her current state, mostly of confusion, as she had just woken from a dream of being crushed into a marshmallow, and she was sure that she was indeed slowly gaining consciousness, but the sensation of being smooshed into a marshmallow remained.

She was lying on her back on the soft mattress, so the marshmallow part made some semblance of sense, but what on earth was that weight? It was warm, and covered her entire right side, arm, and leg, as well as a heavy weight across her stomach, and was…breathing? She opened her eyes and slowly looked to her right, simultaneously enjoying and dreading what she saw.

Oh God.

OhGodOhGod.

Oliver Queen was snuggling her in his sleep.

Well, maybe snuggling wasn't the right word. He was lying on his stomach, deeply asleep, right arm draped across her stomach, half lying on top of her. Her right arm was trapped under his collarbone, and for some reason his left hand had wrapped around her right wrist. His face was incredibly close to her ear, buried in her hair, his gentle breaths hot on the side of her face. It really, really tickled. He was close enough that she could just turn her head all the way and they'd be kissing. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

It was then that she noticed their legs were tangled together in such a way that his knee was right between the fork of her legs, his groin pressed up against her thigh. And that he was…er…rather happy in the mornings. Happy like a thick iron rod.

A small strangled noise made its way from her throat before she could silence herself, and Oliver stirred slightly.

NO. He could not wake up. Not now! Not with them like this. Felicity was utterly mortified, and could feel the intense blush starting in her cheeks and working its way all down her chest. She closed her eyes and tried to take calming breaths, counting backwards from ten. A secret part of her – well, make that a not-very-secret part of her really enjoyed their positions, but she didn't want to feel like she was taking advantage of him. Not to mention she couldn't bear the thought of his rejection when he inevitably woke up and saw he was practically groping his IT girl. She didn't want to hear him apologize and tell her he would never be interested in her like that. She knew it already. She had made a sort of painful peace with that.

Very gently, very quietly, she began to try to move, to squirm her way out from under the hard planes of his very attractive and muscly body. She was making slow progress. Hauling Oliver semi-conscious from her car after he'd been shot was really hard even with Dig's help. Trying to move sleeping Oliver's deadweight without jostling him awake was next to impossible. Still, she kept at it, freezing when he would stir, and attempting escape again once he had settled.

She watched carefully for any signs of wakefulness as she worked, but thankfully saw nothing. Felicity was beginning to feel that she might have been making progress on freeing her right arm, the one stuck under his collarbone and shoulders. She'd made it a whole inch or two, sliding her arm so his hand was around her palm rather than her wrist. That was when she made her mistake.

She pulled a little too hard, torqueing her arm and shoulders back a bit more, but the result also ended up thrusting her hips the opposite direction: right into his groin. Hooray for unintentional body mechanics and physics lessons. Equal and opposite reaction and all that jazz. Stupid physics.

Letting out a low growl that sent electric shocks right down her spine and started warmth pooling in her belly, he flexed, shifting positions ever so slightly. His left hand, now palm to palm with her right, clamped down and threaded their fingers together while his right arm – the one draped loosely across her stomach – now tightened his hold, dragging her more firmly against his side. There went the few inches of space she gained. Most awkward of all, however, was the press of his hips against her as his knee slid higher between her legs, applying pressure directly to her core.

The choked gasp Felicity released as she unconsciously arched her back at the unexpected pleasure/pressure was louder than she wanted, but not nearly as loud as she expected. She clamped down, biting her bottom lip to keep a lid on the moan and ragged breathing fighting to escape her throat. Her mind was blank, flutters starting in her stomach, and she couldn't figure out if it was butterflies in her stomach or the rising tides of panic she sensed coming.

Then he spoke, his voice low and rough, mumbling in his sleep. "...love it when you do that."

Felicity groaned inwardly, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her head plop gently back to the pillow. Just my luck. Here I am, flat on my back, LITERALLY pinned to the bed by Oliver Queen, and he's dreaming of another woman.

Oliver curled tighter around her, his face now nuzzling into her neck, stubble tickling and scratching. She could feel his hips grinding against her thigh, his knee against her core, and the flutters in her stomach grew more pronounced. Felicity couldn't help it, she was a vocal creature, and silence was not her forte'. He shifted slightly and the pressure between her legs increased. She moaned. Loudly.
Lips brushing against her neck and jaw were the next complication, his stubble still tickling and she could feel him smiling against her skin. A noise rather like a sleepy lion purring rumbled through his chest, and pressed as she was against him, she could feel it in hers. His sleep-laden voice continued. "Mmmm….adore making you moan…sounds so sweet…louder…please, louder."

Felicity felt panic and bubbling hysterical laughter rising in her chest at the sheer absurdity of her situation. Oliver pretty much having a wet dream about some woman he's obviously slept with, her pinned under him, her body reacting to his touch somewhat against her will; it's a surprise her head hasn't exploded or been driven mad yet.

Sighing, she sadly made the decision. He needed to wake up. He'd understand, right? They'd laugh about this later, right? Right?

"Oliver?" Her voice was breathier than she'd like, quiet, and very unsteady.

"Mmmm…" Was his only response. Well, his only verbal response. The arm wrapped tightly around her waist slowly loosened its hold. Felicity had the momentary hope that she'd be able to slip away after all, but then he began slowly stroking her side; ribs, waist, hip and back again. It felt so gentle, so loving, that it almost lulled her mind back into jelly until his knuckles brushed the bottom of her breast. The noise that left her then was closer to a high pitched squeak than anything else.

"Oliver?!" She tried again, a bit louder, and a lot more ragged.

"…best noises you make when we make love…" The lips on her neck turned to nips.

Felicity's eyes rolled back in her head as he bit down rather hard. It felt really, REALLY good. She began to squirm in earnest. If he didn't stop soon she was going to lose her goddamn mind. "Oliver? Please. Please wake up? Please?"

"Yes… enjoy pleasing you. Always love waking up next to you, 'Licity."

She froze mid squirm.

Did he just say…? No, he couldn't have. Not possible. They'd never woken up next to each other. No way in hell.

"OLIVER." Her tone was sharp, and she could see his brain finally begin to connect with the waking world. But he was still smiling as he looked at her through sleep darkened eyes, and his hand was still brushing in small circles across her stomach, thumb tracing the hollow of her navel. It was sending shocks to the heat pooling where his knee still pressed.

"G'morning, 'Licity." Oliver leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead while she simply stared at him in shock.

Holy Google. It was her. He'd been dreaming about her. Frequently dreamed about her, it sounded like. And kinda kinky dreams… Felicity's mouth was very dry all of a sudden, and she had to swallow several times before she could actually force words out.

"Umm… Oliver?"

"Hm?" He squeezed their threaded fingers together and continued idly tracing patterns on the soft skin of her belly with his other hand. His groin, with it's rather rigid display of happiness, was still pressed against her thigh.

"You realize you're awake, right?"

He furrowed his brow. "What?"

"Awake. Real world. Not dreaming."

Oliver went completely still.

He slowly lifted his head and looked around the room, eyes widening slightly. She could feel his entire body tense against her. Oh so slowly, he began to release her, almost like he would frighten her like a skittish colt if he moved too fast.

"Felicity, I…"

Before she could second guess herself, she put a finger to his lips to shush him and his eyebrows rose in surprise. He stilled yet again.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean it?" He looked terrified, but sounded cautious.

A bright crimson flush spread out from her cheeks and rolled down her chest. "Did you mean it when you said…" The words came out in a jumbled rush as she tried not to choke on them. "When you said you liked making me moan? When you said you liked waking up next to me?"

He looked away, body remaining rigid, but she could still see the emotions warring across his face. Finally, he sighed, looking back at her with both determination and sadness in his brilliant eyes. She already knew what he was going to say, and her chest clenched painfully.

"No."

She nodded, looking away, and tried to keep her face neutral as she attempted to wriggle out from under him again. Felicity was a little surprised then when he didn't let her move away. Oliver reached down gently and tugged her chin to face him. She couldn't look at him right then, him and his stupid pretty face and his stupid fantastic abs and his stupid martyr complex!

"Look at me."

She shook her head and tried to squirm out from under him again, a little more wildly this time, but he kept her chin facing him and refused to let her go.

"Fel-i—ci-ty. Look at me."

Finally, she raised her eyes, and was immediately surprised by the warmth and, dare she say it? Adoration present within his own. His expression softened as her body relaxed beneath him.

"I said no, meaning I did not mean I liked waking up next to you. I said I love waking up next to you, even though I suppose technically this would be my first real time doing so."

Felicity's eyebrows shot up to her hairline, her mouth forming a tiny 'o'. "And…uh…the, um. The other part?"

Oliver's pupil's were blown wide as he smiled down at her, an almost wicked glint flickering in his eyes. "I dunno. I only have my imagination to go on. And you know me. My imagination? Not so vivid. I would really need to test it an awful lot to find out. Frequently. I do know you enjoy thorough research."

Felicity can feel herself getting slick all over again simply from the look in his eyes and the rough sound of his voice. It's kind of awesome that this man can do that to her, although it's made it awkward in several board room meetings in the past.

Oliver's booming laugh startles her for a moment before she understands.

"I said that out loud, didn't I…"

"You did. I don't know how I'll really be able to focus in the next board meeting knowing that. And are you really that wet?" His voice is low and growly, hungry sounding.

Felicity just nods slowly, her pupils blown as wide and black as Olivers.

He lowers his mouth to hers, slowly, carefully, giving her every opportunity to stop him. Felicity is getting sick of slow. She finally gets her arms free and wraps them around his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss and arching her body up into his.