The argument had been a bad one. Everyone had stormed out separately, leaving Felicity sitting at her computer in what could only be described as stunned grief. She knew Oliver had his very real demons, some more actively trying to kill him than others. But sometimes she felt like he was trying to hasten the inevitable. He should already be dead by Ra's al Ghul's hand once. She had already had to live with that deep biting pain. How asinine was it that he was now planning to go to Nanda Parbat. She of course understood his concern for Thea, and that they were still in danger, but she had already lost him once.
"Felicity Smoak" came the Arrow's deep, commanding voice suddenly from behind her. She hadn't heard a sound. She turned just to see him striding swiftly towards her hood up and all. What the hell was he doing? He was on her in a heartbeat holding her hands down on the top of the desk. She had only risen half out of the chair. His jawline was very prominent from under his hood and he was instantly very close and very male. "I burn for you" he said huskily. Felicity very quickly lost any attempt at protest. She was in utter disbelief of what was happening. He spun her around in one fluid motion taking her hands in one of his behind her back, holding her tight against him. Felicity arched her back against him as he ground into her backside. "I ache for you" he continued. His hands seemed to everywhere at once, her breasts, her stomach and then quickly moving lower as he somehow still held her fast. "I want you to ache for me." He was serious because God was he being rough. Fortunately she was in ecstasy so quickly that she didn't care. He pushed her forward on the desk, quickly fumbled with his pants, pulled up her dress, pulled her panties aside and in seconds was inside her. Felicity was still in shock but couldn't stop her body from meeting his thrusts. She was aware of nothing but the intensity of Oliver behind her. It was fast and the most natural thing in the world as they climaxed together. Felicity was so high she didn't even feel him slip away from her still writhing form.
Oliver stepped to the side of his costume's display case, quickly disrobing and dropping everything to the floor. He had to get to Felicity without intimidating her before she came to her senses and rejected him. The best way he could think of to do this with his still reeling brain was to be literally fully exposed. He had been so angry with her when he left, no if he was being honest, with himself. He had stormed out in his full arrow costume and was halfway to his bike when he realized it was now almost the middle of the day. He had come back down to change. Seeing her at her desk as beautiful and unassuming as always, something in him had finally snapped.
Felicity straightened up and turned to see Oliver. "Hi" he said gently. "Hi Oliver" she replied quietly as the silent tears started to roll. He moved steadily towards her and she took a few steps to meet his welcoming embrace. "Did I hurt you?" "No, not really" she replied. " Not exactly how I pictured our first time. Not that it was bad. Just rougher and more Arrowish than I expected." She was starting her usual babbling. "Shh Shh" he cooed as her tears continued to fall. "I thought it was the only way that would work without an argument" he stated. "I'm babbling" she started. He spoke softly his mouth just inches from her right ear "Your babbling is your wonderful mind. I love your mind. I love you. I love your babbling." "I love you too" she replied simply.
Oliver felt like he was in dream. It was much rougher than he would have ever to expected to be with Felicity. But his carnal desire for her was far from satiated. He could already feel his desire for her mounting and he wasn't exactly still in his twenties. He had to control himself and not continue his roughness. He had to be Oliver. And not Oliver Queen but just Felicity's Oliver.
Roy's hand was on the door to the basement. He had been sitting at the bar with a drink that he hadn't touched wondering what he could possibly do to help all of his friends when he had heard Felicity's screams. Diggle's hand slammed down on top his own. "Don't" he said. "She's fine." "What the hell is going on down there?" he retorted. "It doesn't sound like she's fine." Had Oliver finally lost his mind? As if answering his thoughts Diggle replied "No matter what state of mind he's in, Oliver would never truly hurt Felicity. And despite his physical strength Felicity is too strong willed to let anything happen that she didn't truly want. She's fine. Go home Roy. I will check on them later. I promise. This needed to happen." Then he added, "Oliver will appreciate your instinct to protect her."
Oliver embraced her tenderly holding her body about an inch from his own and began to pant soft kisses on her neck and shoulders. "How about we go get clean and warm" he prompted. "As long as we can get dirty again" she replied. He smirked at her impish innuendo. "Whatever you wish." He carefully unzipped and slid off her dress. Undid her bra and held her steady as she slipped out of her heels and panties. This was the first time he was seeing all of her. "God you are beautiful" he gasped. "So aren't you, I mean minuses all the scars. I mean not that the scars make you not beautiful or anything. I sometimes forget how much you have actually been though." The newest, deepest, should have been fatal scar was still trying to heal. Felicity wondered how he had endured so much pain so many times. "I mean it's not like I forget but really Oliver." She was doing it again.
"This doesn't really change anything does it?" She asked already knowing the answer and not really wanting to hear it. "I hope it does actually change things between us" he replied. "But in the grand scheme of things, no. I know you don't believe me but my feelings for you do influence my decisions greatly." This was only slightly better than she thought. Rising panic of loosing him again started to take back hold. She stifled it as best she could. She would have to take slightly. And do a lot of praying. A lot. Trying to move the mountain that was Oliver Queen/the Arrow's stubbornness was about as futile as trying to move Mount Everest. And this was despite the fact that she stood right up to him without fear on a regular basis.
Oliver lifted her easily. She felt light in his arms. He carried her towards the apartment area he had set up in the back. The area that was basically his home when he wasn't staying with Thea in the loft. Fortunately the showers and the linens had all been installed and purchased before his family fortune had been affected. He wanted things to be as nice as possible for Felicity.
Felicity knew that Oliver had a private area set up but she had never been back to this area of the building. He carried her down a gray hallway and into a tiled bath shower. It was actually about the size of three showers with multiple jets and teak benches. He turned the water on which was a bit shockingly cold at first but warmed quickly especially as he pulled her close. The water pumping from the jets in all directions felt wonderful. He grabbed a bottle of expensive looking foaming cleanser and began to thoroughly wash her and himself. It was heavenly and now she knew why he always smelled so amazing.
Oliver finished cleaning them both up including Felicity's hair and was about to start enjoying just holding her in the stream of water when Felicity pushed back from him and kneeled. Was she about to do what he was hoping? Oh God yes he thought to himself as she cupped him and began to stroke him. She removed her steamed over glasses, placed them to the side out of the way, and looked up at him with her gorgeous eyes before taking him into her delicious mouth. Oliver could barely contain himself. He wanted it to last forever. He held out as long as he could. Probably longer than Felicity would have wanted if he had to guess. He would return the favor. She grasped his taunt butt as he bucked against her lips. Felicity drank him down and rinsed her mouth in the running stream thoroughly. Oliver pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply. He could still taste himself on her despite the water.
Oliver shut the water off and pulled two white thick Turkish robes from a cupboard. He wrapped one around himself and the other around Felicity. Without bothering with the ties he pulled her close once more, their naked bodies together in the warmth of the robes. Felicity felt like she was in heaven.
Oliver led her down the hall to his room. It was simple. A desk, a chair, photos of his parents and sister, which Felicity found slightly disturbing considering what she was hoping would happen in the large bed taking up most of the cave like room. Basement windows let in filtered light.
Oliver had set the room up to be a quiet sanctuary. What Felicity wasn't aware of were the added safety features of the bullet proof one way windows, the hidden weapons, and the escape tunnel latch under the rug. He knew better than to be anywhere without more than one exit.
They cuddled together in the soft high thread count cream sheets, which didn't last long. Oliver moved down positioning himself between Felicity's legs. He stroked her inner thighs and then looking up at her as she had done to him, he brought his lips down.
Felicity wriggled beneath his touch. The feel of his scruff was at the same time amazing and the best she had ever had as it was almost too stimulating. She took as much pleasure as she could, moaning deeply. One of these days she was going to have and try to power through even if it meant having Oliver tie her down. She smiled at the thought. The resulting orgasm she imagined would be beyond any fathomed intensity. However, at the moment she had had enough. She wanted him inside her. "Stop" she managed to squeak out hoarsely.
Why on earth was she telling him to stop? She was moaning and bucking so hard under him that he was actually having to hold her in position. Then her hands reached for him and he understood what she wanted. He was all too happy to provide. This time was softer, sweeter, and a lot longer. As they climaxed, her first, he made sure, pumping hard against him, he finished and then slipped down beside her. They fell asleep in each other's arms, thoroughly spent, both of them, at least for now.
Oliver awoke to his groin being caressed. Surprisingly anything else probably would have been more unsettling. Felicity was laying facing away from him propped up own his left hip and stomach. She probably had been inspecting her prize he thought to himself. Felicity had been doing just that for the better part of a half an hour. Trying to memorize every inch of the gorgeous albeit heavily scarred man she loved. At first she tried really hard not to wake him, she wanted to inspect him further. She was playing with his balls, enjoying the feel of the firmness, rolling them in his scrotum. Amazed at the sensitivity in an otherwise very tough man. Always the geek she thought to herself. She was also inspecting his penis, getting to know the member that had brought her so much pleasure. Oliver wasn't huge, she didn't think, she didn't actually have that much to compare him too. But he sure did know how to use it. She went back to tugging just a bit more on his scrotum. He moaned and stirred beneath her. She felt utterly in love with him and also wanted to further please him. She didn't always revel in this act but she was enjoying it now. It was empowering to have Oliver fully under her control for once. She softly licked the tip of his penis keeping her mouth moist like she was eating sweet fruit. "Oh Felicity" he moaned. She kept at it, varying her licks and strokes. Then she made her mouth firmer forming a ring with her lips and moving down his erection an inch or so at a time to his base trying to maintain just the right amount of suck and pressure. He cried softly. "You have no idea how amazing that feels."
It took a lot for Oliver to stop her but he wanted to make love to her one more time today and he didn't think he had much bodily fluids left him. So one more time he mounted her trying to bring her as much pleasure as he could. It was brief but it was still good.
The next time they woke it was to the sound of Diggle knocking. "I've got breakfast." "Thank God I'm starving" squealed Felicity as she nearly pulled the covers off of Oliver. Normally she would have been utterly embarrassed but it was Diggle and Felicity figured he knew what had happened. Oliver looked at the clock. It was 11:08 pm. Breakfast still sounded fantastic. They had been together in this state of bliss for over twelve hours.
Diggle came in balancing take out bags and trays and Felicity's discarded clothes. He sat everything down on the end of the bed. Felicity grabbed for a particularly yummy looking pastry and a cup of coffee. It was blacker than she normally liked it but at the moment she didn't care. It was coffee. Oliver reached for a coffee which Diggle promptly took out of his hand. "That's mine" he said. "No coffee for you right now. I'll bring you coffee later. I assume you two have been up all ahem day." Oliver smiled his trademark sheepish playboy grin, which would have been more unsettling if Felicity was in any doubt of his true love. "We dozed" he replied. "Ok, so I have eggs and protein and juice and FLUIDS for you. You are going to eat, go take a quick shower, come back here ALONE, and sleep for a minimum of eight hours. I am going to pack up the rest of the gear. Take a cat nap, and I will wake you later. Felicity you are going to go home, freshen up, and come back in about six hours so you two can have a little more ahem PG rated time together before we have to leave." Felicity didn't want to go but knew it made sense. "Don't worry" said Oliver "the sheets smell like you. I'll sleep great."
Oliver did as Diggle instructed. He ate. A lot. Took in fluids, showered, and headed back to his room. Diggle spied him in the hallway. "I had to stop Roy from rushing to Felicity's aid earlier" he said. Oops thought Oliver. "You need to thank him for being so protective of her." "I will" he replied. "Thank you also." "Let's just get to Nanda Parbat and back without dying so we don't break either of our girl's hearts" Diggle retorted. "That's the plan."
Later during the final packing and preparations, Oliver pulled Roy aside. "I want to thank you for your protective instinct. Please don't lose that with any of the women in our lives." Roy simply nodded.
Felicity had more silent tears as he kissed her goodbye. He told her that he loved her more deeply than he could explain and promised that he would come back to her, but he knew she was worried. Truthfully so was he.