Pairings/Characters: Tommy Merlyn/Oliver Queen, Tommy Merlyn/Felicity Smoak/Oliver Queen - Tommy Merlyn, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Laurel Lance, Thea Queen, Malcolm Merlyn, Moira Queen
Summary: Oliver and Tommy work through their issues and come to a realization about each other, with Felicity's help. Tommy's POV.
Timeline: Starts during episode 1x19 (Unfinished Business) and re-writes the rest of the season.
Word Count: 45,000 total / ~5,045 this chapter
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them (and some of their words) from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg.
Betas: Big huge thank you to angelskuuipo for being the best sounding board and hand holder I could ask for. You really helped me when I was struggling with re-writing some of these chapters and this story wouldn't be what it is without your help. Thanks also to apckrfan for lending a second set of eyes.
Author's Note 1: Title from the song "The Feeling" by Justin Bieber (featuring Halsey).
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Felicity was setting out the first aid supplies when Tommy returned to the basement. He ran over to her and lifted her up. "We did it!" he shouted, spinning her in circles as she squealed and yelled at him to put her down.
"I can't believe we actually stopped him," Tommy said, setting Felicity back on her feet and moving away from her slapping hands.
Felicity stopped and beamed at him. "I know what you mean," she said. "It hardly feels real."
"Oh, it feels pretty real to me," Oliver said, limping over to them.
Tommy pulled Oliver into a tight hug, causing Oliver to grunt in pain, but he hugged Tommy back just as tight. When they didn't let go right away, Felicity threw her arms around Oliver from behind, her fingers resting against Tommy's sides. Oliver turned his head to look back at Felicity and smiled.
"Okay guys, that's enough," Oliver said after another minute, trying not to squirm.
As they pulled back, Tommy and Felicity noticed blood stains on their shirts, which must have come from Oliver. Simultaneously, they said, "You're bleeding!"
"I know," Oliver grunted, sitting heavily on the medical table.
Tommy and Felicity both started to reach for Oliver's jacket zipper and Felicity quickly stepped back, realizing that it was probably Tommy's place to remove Oliver's clothes, more so than hers. Instead, she brought the supplies closer so they could clean whatever wounds Oliver's jacket was hiding.
They both helped to ease the leather down Oliver's arms and Felicity grabbed the scissors to cut the t-shirt from his body when she saw just how much blood there was.
"Oliver, what happened?" she screeched, realizing there were matching holes on either side of his body.
"Merlyn had me in a headlock and was choking me. It was the only way to stop him," he said.
Felicity looked horrified by the implication; a look that Tommy was sure matched his own. "Don't tell me that you stabbed yourself with an arrow to get to him," he said in disbelief.
Oliver hung his head.
"Why would you do that?" Tommy asked, aghast.
"I told you, it was the only way to stop him," Oliver said. He grunted as they pulled the damaged shirt from his body.
"You're going to need stitches," Felicity said, "and sadly, you're stuck with me doing them."
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Oliver said, wrapping his hands around the edge of the table, bracing himself for the sting of the antiseptic.
Tommy began to wipe away the blood on Oliver's chest while Felicity did the same on his back. Tommy's fingers trembled slightly as he worked, hating seeing the evidence of how close he'd come to losing Oliver, by his own hand.
Once all of the dried blood was gone, Tommy set aside the antiseptic, nearly dropping everything his hands were shaking so badly. Felicity looked up and he saw silent tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Come here," Tommy said to her, holding open her arms.
Felicity shook her head no, but then circled the table and stepped into his embrace, choking out a sob.
Oliver watched them, confused. "Why are you crying, Felicity?"
"You could have died," she sobbed, turning her head so that she faced Oliver, her cheek pressed to Tommy's chest.
"But I didn't," Oliver pointed out. "I'm right here."
"If that arrow had been one inch to the left you wouldn't be," Tommy countered.
"I knew that," Oliver said. "I didn't do this recklessly. I knew exactly where to put that arrow so that it wouldn't hit anything important on me and still damage him."
"You stabbed yourself with an arrow!" Tommy yelled, startling Felicity. "Sorry," he apologized to her quietly as she stepped back.
"I had to stop him," Oliver said, again.
"And you couldn't get him in the shoulder behind you, or in the eye?" Tommy pressed. "Killing yourself-- Fine, injuring yourself, is not okay when trying to stop the bad guy. Not when there are other options."
"You weren't there," Oliver spat. "I didn't have time to think of other options. I thought of this one and it worked."
"We need to work on how you process your options," Tommy said with less heat.
"You're not disposable," Felicity added. "You're not alone anymore. You have people that care about you; who care if you're hurt."
Oliver met Tommy's eyes and at Tommy's nod, Oliver reached for Felicity, pulling her between his legs. Tommy stepped closer too, but not so close as to make Felicity feel trapped between them.
"Tommy keeps trying to tell me that," Oliver admitted. "I'm not learning that lesson as quickly as he would like."
"No, you're not," Tommy said, affectionately.
"I'm glad you're one of the people that cares about me," Oliver said, quietly, looking into Felicity's eyes.
Her breath caught and she looked askance at Tommy, biting her bottom lip. "Of course I care about you," she said, nervously. "You're my friend."
"Just a friend?" Oliver asked, resting a hand on her hip, causing her to jump, but he pulled her even closer.
"O-Of course, just a friend. You're with Tommy," Felicity stuttered.
Tommy could tell she was completely confused by the situation, but she'd understand soon enough.
"What if I wasn't?" Oliver asked, trying to keep her attention on him.
"But you are," she said.
"What if I wasn't just with him?" Oliver asked.
"I don't understand what you're asking," Felicity whimpered.
Finally having the opening he needed, Oliver leaned forward and kissed her. She didn't react, at first, and then she melted into the kiss. Until she suddenly pulled away.
"No, wait," she panted. She looked at Tommy, who was standing very close to them now. "Don't be mad at me."
"Why would I be mad at you?" Tommy asked, laughing.
Before Felicity could answer, he closed the distance between them and kissed her. She responded much faster to his kiss before once again pulling away.
"I'm very, very confused," she said, stumbling to her chair and collapsing into it.
"I'm sure you are," Oliver said. "And we want to explain it to you, but do you think you can finish patching me up first? Then we can all go back to Tommy's apartment to… talk."
"Oh, God," Felicity sprung up. "You still have gaping wounds!"
She hurried back to the table and started to clean the hole on his back of the new blood before she began to suture him.
"Do you want any painkillers while she does that?" Tommy asked Oliver, seeing him grimace in pain as she stitched him up.
"No," Oliver ground out. "I don't like them."
"Let me distract you, then," Tommy offered. He stepped up to Oliver with one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Unfortunately, the kiss had the side effect of distracting Felicity too, who stood gaping at them over Oliver's shoulder. "Wow, that's hot," she mumbled to herself.
Tommy pulled away, laughing. He met Oliver's eyes and knew their conversation with Felicity was going to have the outcome they wanted.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I guess I better stop being a distraction so we can get this over with."
Oliver caught his hand and kept him close. "Never apologize for kissing me like that."
"Except for when someone is trying to stitch one of you up," Felicity added, taping gauze over the stitches on Oliver's back.
Tommy moved to the side so Felicity could work on the chest wound, his thumb moving over the back of Oliver's hand while she worked.
As she finished and covered the stitches on that side, she stepped back and asked, "Anything else we need to worry about?"
"That's the worst of it," Oliver said. "The rest is just bruising."
Tommy handed Oliver the hoodie they'd left out and he slipped it on, carefully.
While Felicity was clearing away the med supplies, Tommy quietly asked, "Are you sure you're up for this conversation tonight? Maybe we should wait until you're feeling less like a giant bruise."
Oliver looked at Felicity's fussing with the supplies and met Tommy's eyes. "No, I want to do this now. We can be creative if we need to, but I think we all need this tonight."
Tommy looked at Felicity too and found himself agreeing. "Yeah, I think you're right."
Oliver slowly got off the table and moved closer to Felicity. "Are you ready to go?"
"You were serious?" she asked, surprised. "You want me to go with you?"
"Of course we were serious," Tommy said. "Come on. I have wine. We'll have a drink to stopping the Undertaking and we'll finish that conversation."
Felicity blushed and found herself saying, "Okay, count me in."
Felicity insisted on driving herself to Tommy's apartment. Tommy assumed it was so that she wouldn't feel trapped there if her nerves got the better of her. Or so that she could try to work out what was going on, on her own.
Oliver took the time to call Thea while Tommy drove. From what Tommy gathered, Thea had gone to Roy after Moira was arrested following her press conference. After she found him, he'd insisted on helping people out of a car accident created by the mad rush to get out of the Glades and sent Thea off without him. Thea had rushed off the phone to go find Roy again when Oliver told her that he'd heard that the Hood had prevented the devices from going off and the Glades were safe now.
"Did you want to go see your mother at the police station tonight?" Tommy asked, even though they were nearly to his place.
"No," Oliver admitted. "I'll go tomorrow. Tonight I just want to be with you and Felicity."
Tommy pulled into the garage under his apartment building and found his spot. He and Oliver went up to the lobby to wait for Felicity to park on the street and join them. They didn't have to wait long, although it was longer than they thought it should take since they'd seen several open spots when they'd driven past.
"I was starting to think you'd changed your mind," Tommy teased as they headed to the elevators.
"I did. Several times," Felicity admitted. "But I could really use a drink and I'm all out of wine, so here I am."
"So you're just using me for my alcohol," Tommy pouted as they got on the elevator and he pushed the button for his floor. "I'll try to not get too offended."
Fiddling with her purse strap, Felicity said, "I also talked to Digg."
"How is he?" Oliver asked.
"He's going to be fine," Felicity said. "He said that he saw Lance drag Merlyn away in handcuffs before he got himself to a hospital. They stitched him up and he's going to spend a few days with Carly while recuperating."
"Good," Oliver sighed. "That's good. I'll give him a call tomorrow."
The elevator dinged and the doors opened on Tommy's floor. Oliver guided Felicity towards Tommy's apartment and they followed him in after he opened the door.
Tommy hung up their coats and suggested that Oliver and Felicity head into the living room and he'd get their drinks.
He opened a new bottle of Pinot Noir and filled a glass for Felicity. Then he poured a couple fingers of scotch into glasses for himself and Oliver.
He stifled a laugh as he entered the living room to find both Oliver and Felicity sitting on the sofa - Felicity stiffly pressed against one end while Oliver slouched in the middle, leaving a space for Tommy on his other side.
Tommy handed Felicity her glass first, which she took with a mumbled thanks as she immediately took a long drink.
"Do you want me to bring the bottle?" he teased, seeing nearly half the contents were already gone.
"No, that's not necessary," Felicity said, blushing and visibly forcing herself to relax.
Tommy handed Oliver his glass and finally sat down, stretching his arm out behind Oliver.
After another, shorter, sip, Felicity sighed and asked, "What am I doing here?"
"You're having a drink with friends," Oliver said. He raised his glass. "To stopping the Undertaking."
"To stopping my dad," Tommy toasted, raising his glass next to Oliver's.
They looked expectantly to Felicity. She clinked her glass against theirs. "To the team."
They each took another drink.
"That's not the only reason you invited me up here," Felicity pressed. "What was that in the basement? You both… Why did both of you kiss me?"
"You have to know that we find you attractive," Oliver said, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but wincing when the action pulled his stitches. "Do you think you could not sit so far away?"
"Oh, sorry," Felicity immediately apologized and moved closer. "And that still doesn't answer why you kissed me when you two are together."
Tommy moved to sit on the coffee table in front of Felicity. He set her wine glass on the table beside him and took one of her hands in his, and Oliver took her other hand. "How much of our relationship histories do you actually know about?" Tommy asked.
Felicity looked confused, but answered. "Mostly just what I saw on newsstands and on the internet. I didn't move to Starling City until after college, so I've only seen what's gone on the last couple of years. I know more about Oliver's past because I did some research on him after he started asking me to do all those weird favors for him, so I know that he used to sleep around with a lot of different women. And of course I know about the Lance sisters. I'm not sure what you're getting at."
"What you didn't read about," Oliver said, "is that back in the day, I wasn't just sleeping around with a lot of women. Tommy and I used to hook up back then, too. Usually with woman because we were too afraid to just admit that we wanted to be together."
Tommy picked up the narrative. "When we decided to give a real relationship a chance, we both acknowledged that sometimes we're still going to want to be with a woman."
"We want you to be that woman," Oliver finished.
Felicity dropped Tommy's hand to grab her wine, finishing it off, before handing the empty glass back to Tommy, who dutifully set it aside. With her hand free once again, she ran it over her hair.
"So let me get this straight," she said, looking like she wanted to get up to pace, but remained seated. "You want me to be part of some kind of ménage a trois?"
"Not permanently," Tommy said.
"We're not looking for a third person in our relationship," Oliver added. "We'd just sometimes like to have sex with you. You'd still be able to date other people."
"It'd be like friends with benefits, only two of those friends are in a relationship together," Tommy offered.
"And you both want to sleep with me? Like at the same time?" she asked, blushing deeply and glancing between them.
"Yes, we both would love to sleep with you; and it can be however you feel comfortable doing it," Tommy said.
"I've never been with two people at once, before," she admitted.
"Is that something you think you'd be interested in?" Oliver asked. "With us?"
Felicity boldly ran her eyes over both of them, and Tommy felt like his skin would go up in flames from the heat in her eyes. She licked her bottom lip and nodded her head.
Breathily, she said, "Yeah, I think I'd really like that."
That was all they needed to hear.
Oliver slid his hand from hers and drew it up her arm to her elbow, using it to pull her closer as he leaned into her. Felicity met his lips in an eager kiss, her hand dropping onto Oliver's thigh. Tommy moved to sit on the armrest behind Felicity's turned back and began to kiss and nibble at her neck. She startled at the first touch of his lips, but then turned her full attention back to Oliver's kiss.
Oliver grunted in pain when he tried to press closer to Felicity and they all broke apart.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this now," Felicity suggested, breathing heavily.
"No," Oliver protested. "I'll be fine. Just... maybe we should move into the bedroom."
Tommy came around to help Oliver stand, and kept his arm around him as he led them to his bedroom.
Oliver tried to protest, "I'm fine."
"Humor me," Tommy insisted, kissing his neck. Tommy reached his free hand behind him for Felicity. He breathed an internal sigh of relief when she took it.
Oliver turned the light on as they entered the bedroom and proceeded to sit on the bed. Tommy let him go, turning to Felicity and capturing her lips. He wrapped one arm behind her back and the other went to the back of her neck, holding her close. Her arms slid around his neck and into his hair and she kissed him back just as fervently as she'd kissed Oliver.
He'd been afraid that she wouldn't actually be interested in being with him, that she was only there for Oliver, but he was very happy that that didn't seem to be the case.
Tommy was so lost in the kiss that he startled when he felt Oliver slide his hand from Felicity's back to under her sweater, which he then proceeded to remove. Tommy reached out with the hand that had been on Felicity's neck to grab Oliver's hip, surprised to find leather under his hand, having forgotten that they'd only removed his jacket in the lair before leaving. The sweatshirt appeared to be gone, though.
Felicity seemed to sense his distraction and ran her tongue along the roof of his mouth to get his attention back on her. He ran his hand down her back and squeezed her ass, pulling her against his growing hardness to show that he hadn't forgotten about her.
Oliver slid the zipper down the back of her dress, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder as he slid the material down her body until she was left in just her bra and panties - a simple set of black satin.
Pressing against Felicity's back, Oliver then reached around her to begin unbuttoning Tommy's shirt. When she realized what he was doing, she joined him, breaking their kiss when she started giggling as she and Oliver fought over undressing Tommy until they finally rid him of the shirt completely and then moved to get him out of his pants.
Once down to his boxers, Tommy took a step back and allowed himself a moment to appreciate the view of Felicity in her underwear leaning back against Oliver in just his green leather pants. If he hadn't been hard already, that sight alone would have gotten him there. He had thought they'd look beautiful together, and he was right.
Oliver turned Felicity to face him and removed her glasses, handing them to Tommy before kissing her again.
Tommy set the glasses on his night table, and took a moment to get out the condoms and lube while he was there, ready for however the night would play out.
He circled behind Oliver, his hands running around his body to get to the front of his pants. After giving Oliver's erection a quick squeeze, he unfastened his pants, carefully sliding the zipper down and then removing the pants completely, helping him to step out of them. Once Oliver was left in his underwear, Tommy moved back to Felicity to remove her bra.
While she and Oliver continued to kiss, Tommy lightly drew his fingers up her sides until he could palm her breasts. She moaned in the kiss, pressing into his hands. Tommy's mouth dropped to her neck, finding a sensitive spot behind her ear as his fingers rolled and plucked her nipples to fine points.
Oliver eased one of the hands that had been cupping Felicity's face up through her hair and continued farther back until his fingers were buried in Tommy's hair.
Tommy released one of Felicity's breasts and traced patterns down her torso and over her panties until he could cup her sex in his hand. He groaned at the damp heat he found there. His hand moved back up so that he could slide under the material.
Felicity bucked her hips as one finger ran teasingly between her folds, causing her to finally break her kiss with Oliver. Her hands gripped Oliver's biceps as she relaxed back against Tommy's body as he continued to tease her lightly.
"Tommy," she begged, rolling her hips, trying to get the pressure she needed.
Tommy looked up and saw Oliver sway slightly from standing for so long and raised a worried eyebrow. Oliver jerked his head towards the bed before he moved to sit.
Brushing his finger against her clit, Tommy whispered in her ear, "I need you to walk two steps left and one forward."
"Are you kidding me? You expect me to walk right now?" Felicity whimpered. She opened her eyes and saw Oliver sitting on the bed, naked, hungrily watching them. "Oh."
With Tommy's help, they managed to make it over to Oliver, who immediately removed her panties, giving Tommy more room to work with, and took one of her breasts into his mouth.
Felicity keened, leaning forward to get closer to Oliver while grinding her ass against Tommy.
Tommy nearly lost control, wanting nothing more than to slide his dick into her right then, but he pushed his raw desire down, knowing Oliver needed her first. Not just because of their connection, but Tommy also didn't think Oliver was going to last much longer.
Adjusting Felicity's stance, Tommy slipped one finger inside her, his thumb moving to her clit, determined to get her off before they moved on to the next round.
Wanting to tease her breasts again, Tommy pushed his free hand against Oliver's head as Oliver was currently sucking on the only breast Tommy could reach. Oliver grunted in annoyance, but willingly switched breasts.
In retaliation, Oliver slid both arms around Felicity and found the opening to Tommy's boxers, sliding one hand inside to begin stroking his very hard cock, causing Tommy to jerk in surprise. The action caused a second finger to slip inside Felicity, who groaned at the additional fullness. Tommy gave a hard flick of his thumb against her clit as Oliver bit down on her nipple and Felicity flew apart between them.
Felicity sank down until she was straddling Oliver's thighs, kissing him lazily. She reached out behind her to grab Tommy's hand and pulled him around so that she could kiss him too. Tommy pulled her back to her feet and was vaguely aware of Oliver moving to grab a condom and put it on. He ended the kiss and pushed Felicity back towards the bed.
She stared for a long moment, taking in the sight of Oliver kneeling on the bed wearing only a condom. Tommy stared right along with her, wishing he was the one Oliver was waiting for. He soothed his jealousy by remembering that most nights, he would be the one Oliver was waiting for.
Tommy pulled off his boxers and moved to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he watched Felicity crawl onto the bed and over to Oliver.
"H-how do you want to do this?" she asked, her voice cracking from lust, not nervousness, Tommy was happy to notice.
"Tommy, move to the middle of the bed but stay sitting like that," Oliver instructed. Tommy raised an eyebrow, having been prepared to sit back and watch, but apparently Oliver had other ideas. Ones he was not going to complain about.
"Felicity, kneel between his legs," Oliver continued.
Licking her lips, Felicity crawled on hands and knees between Tommy's spread legs, her eyes reflecting the hunger Tommy felt in every nerve of his body.
Felicity turned her head to look back at Oliver over her shoulder as he moved into position behind her. He leaned over her back, laying kisses along her spine, causing her head to drop, until he reached her ass, which he squeezed once before leaning up and positioning himself at her entrance.
Oliver held Tommy's eyes as he slowly began to press inside Felicity. His eyes were saying that even though he was fucking Felicity, he was still all Tommy's. Tommy reached for Oliver's right hand, holding tight to say that he felt the same.
Oblivious to their silent conversation, Felicity hissed, "Yes," and pressed back against Oliver, causing him to enter her more fully. Oliver slowly pulled back before entering her faster than before.
Tommy's free hand unconsciously reached for his cock, stroking lightly to the action happening above him. Felicity saw him stroking himself and leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth. Tommy groaned at the sudden warmth and wetness surrounding his aching cock, his hand tightening around Oliver's.
When Tommy was able to refocus on Oliver, he could see that the other man was close to the edge, already. He was pounding into Felicity fast and deep. Tommy was benefiting from the brutal pace, which was dictating the motions of Felicity's mouth around his cock.
"Touch yourself, Felicity," Tommy hissed. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and he nodded his head towards Oliver.
She reluctantly released him and looked back at Oliver, who was straining to prolong the inevitable. She returned her attention to Tommy's cock, licking him from base to tip before sliding one of her hands between her legs to feel Oliver entering her before focusing on her clit.
With a look of apology sent to Tommy, Felicity sat up, changing the angle that Oliver was penetrating her, until her back was pressed against his chest.
Oliver groaned and shuddered at the change of position, Tommy's hand the only thing keeping him from falling over.
"You can let go, Oliver," Felicity said, turning her head to kiss his neck.
"Not yet," Oliver grunted through clenched teeth. "You haven't come."
"T-Tommy can take care of me," Felicity said. "I'm close, but you're closer. Don't hold back on my account."
Tommy slid across to them and rose to his knees, pressing against Felicity as he pulled Oliver's mouth to his. He was vaguely aware of Felicity's mouth against his neck as Oliver's tongue invaded his mouth. Felicity wrapped both arms around Tommy's back, no longer rushing to get off before Oliver. Her body was pressed into Tommy's, rubbing against his aching cock, with every ragged thrust Oliver made into her.
It didn't take long for Oliver to lose the last of his control and with a roar he jerked and came, collapsing against Felicity's back. For which she was grateful that she was leaning against Tommy.
When Oliver was still panting heavily against her neck after nearly a minute, Felicity began to shift uncomfortably. "Okay, move, you're heavy," she complained, reaching awkwardly behind her to slap at Oliver's ass.
He made a sound halfway between a laugh and a grumble, but slowly sat back on his heels, withdrawing from her as he moved. He turned and managed to collapse on his right side, thoroughly exhausted.
Still pressed together, Felicity met Tommy's eyes. "Hi," she breathily said, rolling her hips against him.
Tommy captured her mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth. She squealed in delight as Tommy turned them so that Felicity was now lying on her back on the bed, next to Oliver.
He broke the kiss to reach for a condom, taking Oliver's discarded one to toss in the trash beneath the nightstand. When he returned to Felicity, fully sheathed, she was lazily kissing Oliver. Rolling back on top of her, Tommy easily slid inside her.
Felicity sighed happily, wrapping her legs around Tommy's hips as he stoked the fire back to life inside her.
Tommy lay over her so that every inch of skin was pressed together from chest to hip as he moved steadily. He shuddered when he felt Oliver run his hand down his back to rest against his ass, proceeding to gently knead his flesh.
Felicity rocked against him, using her legs to pull him into her harder. Her mouth captured his, whimpering needily.
Tommy managed to get a hand between them and pressed against Felicity's clit. She keened and dug her nails into Tommy's back, encouraging him to increase his pace even more.
Feeling Oliver's hair against his chest, Tommy leaned back enough so that Oliver could capture one of Felicity's nipples in his mouth. The additional sensation sent her straight over the edge as she tightened around Tommy, babbling incoherently as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.
As Tommy began to move inside her again, he suddenly found himself on his back next to Felicity with Oliver draped across her legs and his mouth wrapped around his cock.
"Shit, Oliver," Tommy cried out. Oliver pulled back only long enough to pull off the condom before taking Tommy fully into his mouth again, both of them groaning at the sensation. After everything that had happened tonight, Tommy couldn't hold out any longer and with his hands buried in Oliver's hair, he came in Oliver's mouth, before collapsing back on the bed.
They lay like that for several minutes, all basking in the afterglow, until Felicity began to shift restlessly. With a groan, Oliver pulled his head from Tommy's hip and off of Felicity's legs to lie beside her.
"I should probably go," she hesitantly said, moving to sit up.
"Stay," Oliver quietly requested, a hand landing on her hip.
"Please," Tommy agreed.
Smiling, Felicity nodded.
Tommy stood and encouraged everyone up so that they could get under the covers. Oliver got in the bed first, lying in the center on his uninjured side. Felicity spooned in front of him while Tommy did the same from behind. They soon all drifted into an exhausted, well-earned, sleep.