Mature audience. This scene is from the show Arrow. The characters and the content credited to the creators of the Arrow series, I am merely a fan just playing out the scene in further detail. Pretty smutty but not super detailed though there is some rough language.

"...Just like I know how leaving you here is going to destroy me. I don't regret a single moment...and you shouldn't either. You have done so much. You have saved so many people's lives and you have changed so many for the better. Including mine. Knowing you have changed my life. You opened up my heart in a way I didn't even know was possible. I love you."

Oliver reaches up and gently slides the pair of glasses off my face. He leans in and our lips meet. I slide my hand up to feel his scruffy jaw and I throw myself into this kiss. Every time we've allowed ourselves to do this before, I always had to hold back. I was terrified of what loving Oliver would mean for us. Our work that we do, our friendship...but now. With the thought of having to leave him behind to become this "Heir to the Demon", my only thoughts are A. no fucking way can I let him go. and B. no way are we not doing this.

My mind works a million miles a minute as I stand and shrug off my jacket. I'm working out a plan for how to get us out of here. However...this thinking process is proving difficult. How the hell do we escape intact? Obviously it's going to have to come from me, and it's probably going to have to be done after this….sex. Love making. Ya, that thing I've wanted to do with Ollie ever since my babbling brain realized he was a smoking hottie in that picture I saw in Walter's office years ago…

Oliver lifts his shirt off to reveal the scarred body beneath, but in the dim candlelight, his skin is almost as pale and unsavaged as mine. And hot damn is he a beautiful specimen...He lifts my shirt up and HOLY SHIT I'M SHIRTLESS IN FRONT OF OLIVER.

Ok, keeping the internal babble under control is key to getting a plan to come to mind for how to get the hell out of here so I don't have to give up this incredible man. He kisses me and effectively distracts my mind for a moment as he cups his hand under my butt and lifts me up. He walks us towards the bed and I'm momentarily lost in the moment as he lowers himself down to the bed and falls back with me straddling his hips. I feel his chest and lean down to kiss him.

He shifts us up into a sitting position and I run my fingers through his hair. Before I know it I'm completely abandoning all babble-thought and I feel confident and strong. I reach back and unclasp my bra, revealing myself to Oliver. His fingers glide across my back, igniting a fiery chill and unleashing a rash of goosebumps across my entire body. Ollie shifts again and supports my weight as he moves to be on top. He's kissing me, kissing my neck...Oh lord he is too good. I gasp as I feel his gentle but insistent mouth on the sweet spot of my collar bone. I pull his face back to mine, and it hits me.

I had sneaked some kind of substance from that witch doctor who was presiding over Thea's resurrection...I could probably bet that it's something that can help me douse Oliver so that I get get Dig and Merlyn to help me get him out. That's it! Perfect! I just have to mix it in with some kind of drink and get him to take it…

However, at the moment, that's going to have to wait. I've wanted this for so long now, I need to do this. My mind finally shuts up and my body takes over.

I reach down to undo his belt and pull down his pants. He quickly follows suit and before I know it, I'm completely bare to him. I would have thought I would feel shy to him like this, but the action feels so right. I pull him down to me and we melt together so thoroughly, it's as if we were two puzzle pieces fit together.

I look deep into his blues and gasp as he enters me. He's careful not to push too hard too quickly. I'm tight. I've only been with Ray once and before him I hadn't been with anyone since my MIT days. I'm grateful that Oliver has the instinct to not rush this. He languishes in his rhythm, and I meet his pattern perfectly.

We build to the climax slowly but powerfully. It's almost to the point where it is too much to bear. I pull my mouth away from his and slowly work my way down his neck to his shoulder. I'm going to need a place to muffle my cries as we build, faster and faster. He cups my breast, pinching just perfectly and before I know it, we're both crying out in pure bliss, his hips rolling into me in the most delicious sensation I've ever experienced.

Fuck you Ra's Al Ghul. This man is mine, and I'm going to make damn sure he's not left behind!