Felicity 2: Home Invasion

There was a crash of shattering glass as something crashed in through a window. In a panic, Felicity screamed and fell to the floor, landing on her elbows and knees to protect her belly. She kept low, and crawled a little way across the carpet, the floor dragging against her bare legs and her sensitive nipples as she tried to keep out of sight - only when she was in the shadow of the sofa did she look up nervously, hearing the sound of a scuffle.

She was on the wrong side of the room. On the far side was what, on first glance, looked like a bookshelf - a hidden switch would make it slide back enough to open up a thick metal door, that could be sealed on the far side. A panic room and hiding place all in one.

But she had to get there. She could hear the grunts and thuds, from the far side of the sofa, of Oliver and some unknown assailant duking it out. They were between her and the door, and she was still naked - even her slippers had fallen off her feet when she'd thrown herself to the floor.

Still crouched low, not wanting to be seen for several reasons, Felicity crawled forwards to peek around the edge of the seat. Her head barely lifted off the ground, hair and elbows trailing across the carpet. She bit her lip to keep from a thoroughly out-of-place giggle, feeling embarrassingly ticklish as her bump brushed the fibres.

She only stuck her head out for a second. Crouched on the floor with her ass up in the air felt far from a dignified posture, even if it was her best chance.

It was dumb luck that the assailant wasn't facing her. Instead, she could see them - clad in black robes and well armed, even if one of their swords was now in Oliver's hands, and by the look of it their face was covered as well. It reminded Felicity a little of League garb. There were still remnants of the League that hated Oliver Queen, and they were the kinds of people that might have the connections to track them down.

She met eyes with Oliver for a moment, her own wide open and frantic. Guessing what she needed, Oliver gave a brief nod, and took a few steps back - pressing the attack, the assassin went close to him, and gave Felicity more freedom to begin to crawl around the side of the sofa, ass still high in the air, and boobs against the ground. She felt every inch of progress, blushing madly.

This was not how she was normally dressed for Green Arrow business.

There was a splintering thud as one of the doors was torn off its hinges. Felicity winced, edging closer still, wondering if it was safe yet to make a leap for the panic room. Hopefully Oliver could take down one assassin, even if them getting the jump on him meant it was taking longer than it ought to.

Though even then, hiding in the room would be better as they didn't know if...

They didn't know if the assassin was working alone, or if they were just the first wave, and a distraction. Panicking suddenly, Felicity looked to the right, and saw half a dozen more black-clad figures approaching the broken glass doors, each with a clear view of the crouching, naked, pregnant blonde.

She pulled herself up to her feet slower than she'd have liked, and ran, hoping Oliver had the assassin far enough way that she could make it. She focused intently on the bookshelf on the other side of the room.

She supported her bump with one hand - at several months, it was beginning to make her ungainly, every step more awkward than it needed to be, and her nimbleness drastically reduced, which was the last thing she needed both while naked and while fleeing. Her other arm, she crossed over her boobs, both swollen and spilling out around her hand.

Still, she did her best, making it to the bookshelf and blindly fumbling for the hidden button.

"Watch out! There are more!" Felicity shouted as she ducked inside.

She stumbled in, and as the door closed behind her, she caught sight of two of those newcomers just coming into view, both of them greeted by the sight of Felicity Smoak wearing nothing but her glasses, one hand supporting herself by grabbing a handrail on the wall, another below her stomach, otherwise completely exposed.

Her face was burning with embarrassment as the door sealed, sturdy enough that even assassins couldn't break through now that she'd closed it from the inside. No one would get in without her approval.

There was a panic button to let their friends know they were in danger, and a few emergency supplies in case they wanted to stay down here for a while - though unsurprisingly, changes of clothes weren't considered emergency supplies. And outside, she just had to hope Oliver was holding his own, or could get away if there were too many now that he knew she was safe.

For the time being at least, Felicity was safe. Naked, but safe.