Give the Devil His Due - Part Three of the Devil One Shot Series
Title: Give the Devil His Due
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Part Three of the Devil One Shot Series - It was only supposed to be a temporary delay - and a well-intentioned one at that, but Felicity should have known better, because no good deed ever goes unpunished... especially not by the devil.
Characters: Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, Thea Queen, and Roy Harper
Genre: Humor, Romance
Status: Complete (1/1)
A/N: Yep, I went there. (And statistics back me up in that this isn't as far-fetched as even I thought until I did a little research.) Also, if you watched the two videos Stephen and Robbie posted after Walker-Stalker, then you'll recognize a pop culture nod in this piece. Finally, sorry for how long this took me to post. I actually wrote it exactly two months ago, and then I kind of forgot about it/procrastinated posting it. But it's here now, and I hope everyone enjoys. There will be at least one more piece, if not two, to this series... eventually. Thanks!
~Charlynn~
Give the Devil His Due
Part Three of The Devil Series
An Olicity One Shot
So, new Murphy's Law: if Felicity Smoak was ever to find herself in an orgy, of course she'd be the cream between two Queen cookies. And, whoa!, that wasn't inappropriate... at all. But she was talking about not a one, or a two, or a threesome; currently, there were four people in her bed. Well, it wasn't her bed. Yet. But it potentially could eventually become her bed. At this rate (i.e. the orgy part of the situation), no one else was ever going to want it. Not that they weren't all completely dressed.... Well, she was at least. She didn't know what Oliver had on underneath his suit (because he still wasn't giving her the sex, but this time it sort of, kind of, maybe was her fault), but she hoped he wasn't going commando. That was so very... teenage frat boy forgot to do his laundry and not sexy. At all. Besides, his suit pants were too fancy (expensive) to risk such... exposure. As for the other two current members of her relationship square, Felicity wasn't going there; she wasn't think about their underwear... or the possibility of there not being any.
But, yeah, four little monkeys lying in a bed... She sighed, keeping her eyes closed because, for some reason, that seemed to help keep her mouth closed as well, and nobody needed to hear the thoughts zigging through her brain that afternoon. Quite honestly, Felicity didn't even want subjected to them, but that was the price she paid for being awesome. With great computer skills came greatly inappropriate word vomit. It was a tradeoff - the yin to her hacking yang. (Or was that the yang to her hacking yin? She'd have to look into that later.)
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