Chapter 1

My name is Rhian Moon. I had known Oliver Queen for two years. I had known him as the Green Arrow for a year. We met through Felicity. It was her who helped me get a job at Queen Consolidated working closely with her and Oliver. She was my best friend and had known I was the Blue Arrow before Oliver had known who I was. I knew he was the Green Arrow but Felicity never told him my secret. She had urged me to tell him on my own and I eventually did. But I screwed things up.

I didn't mean to get upset. I didn't mean to say "I quit the team." I was just mad that Oliver thought I was careless. We all go too far from time to time and this time it was me who put an arrow through a criminal's heart.

But there I was, standing at the door of Oliver's giant mansion debating on ringing the bell to apologize for my actions. I knew he was home. It was getting too late to be out so I knew he was home alone since that's how he lived now. Besides the maids and Diggle showing up from time to time, the house was basically empty.

"You can do this, Rhian." I said to myself. I took a deep breath and then rang the bell. One of the maids answered. "Is Oliver here?" I asked.

"What do you want, Rhian?" The maid stepped aside as Oliver asked his question.

"Can we talk in private?" I asked.

He stood there staring at me. I hung my head and took a step forward. "Oliver, please? I'm sorry." I wanted to cry. I had hurt him and I had never meant to. I secretly loved him and hated myself for hurting him.

"Yeah." He responded. "Let's go upstairs." I followed him up the stairs. He led me to his bedroom. The one place we could talk without being interrupted by anything.

He let me in the room first then he followed, shutting the door behind me.

"Rhian."

"Oliver." We spoke at the same time. "Go ahead, Rhian." He stood in front of me.

"Oliver, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said to you a few days ago. I never meant for anything to happen. I hurt you with my words. I hurt the whole team. I should've never killed that guy. I let my emotions get in the way. The guy was my father's dealer. My father's a horrible person." Tears escaped my eyes.

"No Rhian, it's my fault. I knew who the guy was and I didn't do my job and keep you away from him. I failed you." He pulled me into a hug and I began to cry.

"Oliver, I can't go home. I haven't even been there the past few days. I can't face my father. If you knew what he's done, you'd break your own rule and kill him." I couldn't tell him how bad my life at home was.

"It's ok, Rhian. It's ok." He held me there for a minute. We didn't speak while I cried.

I pulled away and wiped the tears away. "I didn't mean to quit. I was mad at you for yelling at me like I couldn't do what I was suppose to do."

"I know."

"Oliver." I looked into his eyes. I could see he had only done what he did because he cared about me.

"What is it?" He asked. I suddenly kissed him. He kissed back harder. I pulled away and looked into his blue eyes again. "Sorry about your shirt." I giggled. He looked down and saw it had been ruined by tears and mascara.

"It's just a shirt. It can be replaced." he took it off, revealing all of the scars from his time on the island. My hands slowly ran over them while he placed his hands on my hips. He had never let me see his scars. Not fully. I'd stitch up a wound for him a time or two, but he never let me see his scars completely.

"I didn't realize how many scars you actually have." I said, not leaving a scar untouched.

"Most of them are from the island. It's a time I wish to forget." he grabbed my hands and placed them around his neck. I placed another kiss on his lips, this time taking the lead as to how fast it progressed. It started out slow. Tenderly kissing each other. The kiss deepened. His tongue invaded my mouth. Eventually we both had to come up for air.

"Rhian," Oliver said, I looked up into his eyes. "Stay with me tonight." I couldn't say no. I had nowhere else to go and I didn't want to go back to Felicity's smelling like Oliver and looking like I've cried my eyes out all night. She'd probably rip Oliver a new one without me trying to explain.

Oliver stepped away. "My sister's PJs may not be the right size for you if she's left any of her clothes here."

"One of your shirts would be fine. I wouldn't feel right wearing your sister's clothes while being with you," I smiled. He pulled out a spare t-shirt and handed it to me.

"Shower's through there if you would like to take one. There's towels in there as well." He pointed towards the on-suite connected to his room.

"Thank you," I smiled and walked towards the on-suite. "You can join if you wish."

"Maybe next time," He smirked. "You've had a rough few days, I figured you'd like to be alone in there." He was right, I wanted to be alone. I didn't want him to see me just yet. It was why I asked for one of his shirts.

I walked into the on-suite and shut the door. The room was huge. There were both a huge tub with jets in it and a shower with one of those rain type shower heads in it with plenty of room for two people. I sat the shirt down on the counter and found a clean towel to put with it. I pulled my clothes off and then noticed myself in the mirror. The scars and bruises I had all over me. The ones on my legs and arms were from the crime fighting. The others on my torso and back, those were from my abusive father. I didn't want Oliver to know how abusive my father was. He would kill him on principle if he found out. Nope, tonight was going to be a night where the shirt stayed on. I took my blonde hair out of the ponytail it was in and proceeded to step into the shower, turning it on to a comfortable hot temperature.

I didn't want to take too long in the shower, but I also needed some time to process everything. I decided to just sit down in the shower and let the water run over me. Before I knew it, Oliver was knocking on the door "You ok in there? You've been in there for an hour and a half." I didn't realize the water was getting cold. "Yeah, i'm good." i yelled from the shower. I got up and out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the counter. I dried myself off and put Oliver's shirt on. I then realized I had no clean underwear to put on. I had two options. Put the ones I had on earlier back on or be embarrassed and ask Oliver about possibly wearing a pair of his boxers and I knew he wore boxers, that cute butt of his didn't fit into crime fighting pants in tighty whities. I'm sure his ex-girlfriends like Laurel and Sara had worn his underwear at least once. It was a hard choice to make. I decided to let myself be embarrassed. I mean, I had already ruined one of his shirts and asked for another.

"Oliver?" I asked through the door. It was now or never.

"Yes?" he was right on the other side.

"Um… I hate to embarrass myself, but I didn't quite think this whole shower thing through. I don't have any clean underwear."

"Oh, well that does seem to be an issue you have there." he chuckled.

"Oliver! It's not funny! Help me out here?" I was mortified. Here I was, standing here with only a shirt on and he was laughing at me. I waited a minute. "Oliver?" I asked. He didn't respond back. Suddenly the door opened and he slid his arm through with a pair of his boxers. I grabbed them.

"Thank you." I slid his boxers on. It was different, but they were comfy. I walked out of the bathroom, leaving my clothes behind. He was waiting for me on the other side of the door.

"Thank you again. I feel human now." I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him. He kissed my forehead.

"I'm glad." he was still shirtless but had changed into sweatpants. He looked down at me and kissed me again. The kiss was deep. He moved his hands down my back and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me over to his bed and laid me down on it.

His hands then traveled to the hem of the shirt. He tried to slide his hand under the shirt. I grabbed his hand and pulled away from his kiss. "No, Oliver. I like where this is going, but can you please not try to take the shirt off?" I asked, I was scared he would ask why or try to take it off anyways. If he even felt the scars on me, he'd wonder what had happened. I wasn't ready for that.

"Ok," he said, looking into my eyes. "Shirt can stay on, but the boxers will have to come off or this won't go the way I was hoping."

He kissed me again, his hand abandoned the shirt and found their way to the boxers that he quickly took off of me. I felt his fingers caress the bare skin of my thigh. It made me want him. My hands found their way to his sweatpants, slowly pushing them down to get them off of him. He stopped for a minute and pulled them off. He was now fully naked, and fully erect. He went back to caressing my thigh and getting close to the area I longed for him to touch.

He began to rub my clit. It made me moan. Then he slid a finger inside. "Does that feel good?" he asked. "Yes." I moaned. He slid in a second finger. "How about that?" He was fingering me and it felt so good. "I want you, Oliver." I pleaded with him. "Not yet. I've been thinking about this day for a while and I want to make it last." I reached down and grabbed him and began to stroke. He threw his head back and moaned.

"Careful." he said "You keep that up, I'll cum before I can even give you what you want then you'll be disappointed." He grabbed my hand that was stroking him and placed it above my head.

He gave me another kiss then made his way down my body. He removed his fingers from me and replaced them with the flicking of his tongue. He flicked my clit and sucked. It was heaven. I felt my climax coming.

"Oliver." I moaned, my hands found his hair. "Oliver, I'm going to cum." with that, he sucked harder and licked my clit faster. He wanted me to reach bliss while he was eating me out. It hit suddenly. I arched my back, my hands grabbed his hair. I started screaming. "Yes yes yes! Oh Oliver! Yes! Keep going." I didn't want it to stop. He wanted every last bit of my climax.

It ended as fast as it had begun. My body was shaking while it relaxed. Oliver flicked my clit with his tongue a couple more times before coming back up to kiss me.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Yes, I did." I felt his member against my thigh.

"Oliver?"

"Yes?"

"You're still hard. I think we need to fix that." my hands found their way back down to him and began to didn't reject it this time. He moaned as I storked him.

He slid a knee between my thighs, allowing him room. I led him to me. He kissed me and slid inside. I thought I was ready for him, I wasn't. There was some pain at first, but I didn't push him away.

"You're big." I kissed him.

"Is it too much?" he asked.

"No. Not at all. Just give me a minute for my body to adjust to you."

"I just hurt you, didn't I?" He was getting ready to move and slide out.

"No, Ollie, stay." He didn't move. "I promise, you didn't hurt me, you're just big is all. Big can be a very wonderful thing." I smiled. I placed my hands on his hips.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Since you're worried about hurting me, I'm going to guide you. Let me control how fast you go. I have control this way while you're still on top. I can stop you if it gets to be too much. You can't go any deeper or faster than I let you." I smiled at him.

"Ok,' he said, "guide me." I pushed against his hips causing him to pull out a bit. Then I pulled him towards me, causing him to thrust deep inside me. I did that a few times and got to a pace that was perfect for both of us. I slowly stopped guiding him and he only went as deep as i had shown him. He kept going. He kept hitting the right spot. I could feel my climax slowly coming again. I placed my hands on his hips again and pulled him even deeper and harder. "I want you to cum, Ollie" He was thrusting deep and fast on his own now. I could feel it, we were both close. Suddenly I climaxed again. I grabbed him and pulled him close to me. I screamed in pleasure. My fingers marked his back. A couple more thrusts and he came, we both moaned in pure ecstasy.

When he finished his climax, he stared down at me, still inside me. "I haven't had sex like that in a while." He kissed me.

"I enjoyed that, Ollie, but now, I think you need to move." He slid out of me slowly then laid down beside me. After I caught my breath, I rolled onto my side and cuddled with him. He put his arm around me.

"Thank you, Ollie, for respecting my wishes about the shirt." He began to stroke my hair.

"I would never disrespect your wishes, Rhian. You'll let me see all of you when you're ready. I can't force you. I liked that trick you did though. I was so worried about hurting you. You're so small, I didn't want to break you.

"You could never break me, Ollie." I slowly began to drift to sleep. "Ollie?" I asked sleepily.

"Hmm?" He was also almost asleep.

"We can't tell Felicity about us. She's my best friend and you two used to date"

"I agree. We can't tell her. I'm just glad you're here to stay." Oliver smiled and then fell asleep.

I was happy to be in his arms. I had waited too long for this.