"Oliver, I think we need a break," Felicity said, throwing her clutch on to the couch, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned to look at him. When he didn't answer right away, instead just sending her a glare, she lifted a signal eyebrow, letting him know that she was serious.

Oliver's eyes darkened, his anger shooting daggers straight at her as her growled, "Felicity."

"Don't Felicity me, Oliver," Felicity spat, "You were completely out of line; you humiliated me in front of my coworkers. How am I suppose to go into work on Monday after what you pulled?"

"Oh, come on," Oliver scowled, loosening the tie around his neck, "It wasn't that bad."

Felicity huffed in frustration, fixing him with her stern gaze, "Nearly breaking a man's wrist is that bad, Oliver. Poor Ray," she sighed in sympathy for her colleague, remembering the night's events, "He didn't even know what was happening until he was already on the floor, his wrist twisted behind his back. "

Oliver felt the edges of his lips pull up into a smile as he recalled taking down the man that threatened him and his. He'd been wanting to do a lot more than break Palmer's hand ever since he came to work for Queen Consolidated, especially since he'd began to circle Felicity for the past several weeks.

Sure, it had been just a simple, friendly hug among friends, colleagues, but when he saw Palmer's hand slide down Felicity's lower back, imperceptively making its way towards her finely shaped ass, Oliver saw red. He had Ray on the floor howling in pain before his next breath. Felicity had dragged him out of there promptly after making sure Ray was okay.

Oliver heard Felicity clear her throat, a sign that she was waiting for him to apologize or something ridiculous of that nature. No way in hell was he going to apologize for protecting what was his. And that's what she was, just like he was her's.

"Palmer should learn not to touch what isn't his," Oliver sneered, his eyes darkening even more. He moved a couple steps in her direction, enough so that he could grasp her small hip in his masculine hand, pulling her against him. He didn't miss the slight intake of breath that past through her lovely lips and it nearly made him howl in male pride.

Shaking herself out of her trance, Felicity tapped down her growing arousal and glared up at Oliver, swatting his hand from her hip.

"It was a damn hug, Oliver! I was hugging everyone at that party because, like it or not, I happen to enjoy my coworkers," she admonished, returning to her position, folding her arms across her chest, "You're just mad that I hugged Ray, which you shouldn't be; he's just a friend."

"This conversation is over," Oliver gruffed, stepping away from her and towards their shared bedroom, all but dismissing her. He had only taken two steps when a petite, young blonde stepped in front of him, her head coming just to his shoulders, even in her designer heels, blocking his path.

He felt a groan move through his chest as their bodies briefly brushed against each other, the feel of her silk gown (forest green, by the way) rub against the cotton material of his dress shirt. But he tapered down the slight rush of arousal, unwilling to give her an inch. He knew from experience, that if he gave her even the slightest win, he was done for.

Instead, he looked down to see icy, blue eyes staring back at him, her mouth in a firm line. He knew he was in trouble, but at that particular moment, he couldn't care less. In fact, if he was completely honest with himself, seeing her like this was a bit of a turn on. He had to hide a smirk as he pictured the sex that always came after one of the arguments; make up sex was definitely one of their better sexual experiences.

Oliver was pulled away from his thoughts when a slim fingernail poked him in the chest, making him wince, as the sharpened nail dug into his sternum.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Oliver Jonas Queen," Felicity seethed between clenched teeth. Her eyes narrowed at him as she added, her voice low in anger, "I am a grown woman and don't appreciate your caveman antics."

Oliver chuckled darkly, turning so that his body faced her's fully, crowding her with his massive frame. He knew it was an advantage he needed to press immediately. He knew the affects his body had one her's, not dissimilar to they way his reacted to her's. But he needed all the tactical advantage he could gain and so he faced her, his eyes boring into her as their bodies once again collided with one another. He gave no indication that he noticed, but didn't miss the brief flutter of her lashes when they rubbed up against each other. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder, just like the caveman she accused him of being, and take her into the bedroom, not letting her leave until he was through with her, but he kept eerily still.

Oliver dipped his head down, closing the impossible distance between the two of them, muttering, "Don't pretend that you're unaffected by my possessiveness of you, Felicity. We both know that you crave it, want it, need it."

Watching as a light blush turned his woman's cheeks a pale pink, Oliver couldn't help the smirk that settled over his features. Satisfied that he'd one the argument tonight, he turned on his heel, happy to head into their bedroom and wait for her. However, his advancement into the hallway leading to the bedroom was halted once more when a small, feminine hand shot out, pressing against his chest, stopping him from walking a single step.

"I don't need you, Oliver," he heard Felicity mutter, conviction and resolve in her voice. He gulped, knowing that he had really done it this time. He'd stepped over some boundary and she would make him pay for it. "And I'll prove it to you." There it was.

Oliver stiffened, fear and guilt threatening to turn him into a pile of apologies and kisses, but instead, charged by his male pride, decided to focus on his building anger. He felt his eyes ice over as his glare once again found the cool, blue eyes of the infuriating woman that had his heart in the palms of her adorable hands. Not trusting his voice at the moment, Oliver just glared at her, waiting on baited breath for what would say next.

"One month," Felicity breathed, her eyes hardening with her newfound resolve, never once leaving his, "In order to prove to you that I am more than capable of protect my own virtue, I will not have sex with you for one month."

It was not lost on Felicity that this whole situation had gotten wildly out of hand and that her solution, if you'd even call it one, was vastly unnecessary, not to mention childish and petty, but at the moment, she didn't care. Oliver's obtuse notion that she needed him to protect her against men, against Ray Palmer, was absurd and needed to be squashed. She would not be treated as a possession, no matter how much it secretly made her squeal.

"One month," she repeated, trying to pull her focus back to the conversation, "If I win, you stop being a possessive brute and trust me to handle myself in certain circumstances that I am fully capable to handling and, if I lose, then you will have proven your point and I'll let you have your way with me as punishment." She smiled, knowing that her words were undoubtedly affecting him in the best possible way, because she knew without a doubt, that she needed him too, just as much as she did him, but she wasn't going to say it out loud! This was war!

He wasn't wrong, Felicity admitted to herself, his jealousy and possessiveness when it came to her had initially been endearing, even exciting, but when it began to interfere with her working relationships, especially her male coworkers, she knew that it was time to put her proverbial foot down. So, she kept her eyes focused on the man who made up her entire world, watching as a storm waged behind his deep, blue irises.

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, the anger that had once consumed his features was gone and in its place, a growing sea of pure lust transformed his features, causing Felicity to involuntarily take a step back, perhaps subconsciously trying to distance herself from the predatory look in his eyes.

Her bare back brushed against the cool surface of the wall, pulling a tiny squeak from her lips. Just before she pulled herself away from the wall, Oliver was there, crowding her back against the cold surface with his broad chest. His heated gaze threatening to consume her in a hell fire if she didn't escape, his lips peeling upwards into a knowing smile.

Felicity gulped, her peripheral vision catching the movement of his arms slide to either side of her smaller body, effectively caging her in his embrace, trapping her where she stood. Slowly, ever so slowly, she watched with wide eyes as he leaned his head forward, not stopping until his mouth was mere inches from her left ear. She could feel the hotness of his breath brushing over the sensitive skin of her ear and it made her skin prickle with goose bumps; the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, anticipating his next words.

"I'll play your little game, Felicity Smoak," he whispered, his tongue delicately sweeping against the shell of her ear before adding, "But I'm not going to play fair."

TBC…