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It had been 2 days since the night of the shooting; 2 days since Oliver's biggest fear of losing Felicity had almost come to life; and 2 days since Felicity had been stuck in their bedroom on complete lockdown inside of the mansion.
Felicity's imprisonment was Oliver's idea of course, apparently her body needed to recuperate from the blunt force of Oliver's body pushing her out of the way that night. The Bratva doctor had said that she needed to rest and Oliver unfortunately had taken that quite literally.
She would be lying to herself if she said that her body wasn't aching. The after affects of the adrenaline and being tackled was not fun whatsoever, but she was adamant about keeping that information to herself. She could handle a little pain.
She honestly couldn't believe that Oliver was keeping her locked up, it was honestly ridiculous because he was the one who was shot, and yet he was still going on with his business.
Stupid controlling males and their testosterone.
He even got Raisa and her mother to side with him, and with their persistency, it literally was impossible for her to win that fight.
Oh she had known that what had happened had terrified him; she could see it in the way he looked at her, his eyes constantly following her wherever she was, guarding her and making sure that she was really truly there with him; and she could feel it in the way he clung to her during the nights, afraid that someone might snatch her away from him during the middle of the night. His body would curl around her, protecting her from anything and everything. An invisible knot tugged on her heart at seeing him so worried.
She would never forget the shooting and how the nightmares plagued both of them during their first night together after they had professed their love for one another; her crying out in fear of her father and him panting in fear of her dying.
That was another reason why she would never forget that night. Hearing him say that he loved her and saying it in return was probably the best thing that has ever happened to her. Before Oliver, she was like a sealed box, she barely trusted anyone with the key to her heart except for her mother and a few friends. She opened her heart once before during her early days in college but that decision was immediately regretted. Her father had damaged her ability to trust anyone, especially any man. His betrayal and animosity ruined her.
That was before Oliver.
Despite Oliver's poor actions towards her during the beginning of their relationship she was always able to trust him. She didn't know why but trusting him came so natural to her. His devotion and loyalty to protecting her and her mother made her trust him even more and it also made her feel completely safe for the first time in a really long time.
The fights, the teasing, the playfulness the endless arguments, and being able to be fully truthful about her past with the Bratva and her father made her relationship with Oliver more real.
They had come a long way from hate, to speaking terms, to friendship and finally to love, and she could honestly not be more grateful.
She sighed as she lay down in their bed scrolling through her tablet checking her research updates. This was the last day that they were going to keep her in here. She was literally going to die of boredom; and possibly die of sexual frustration.
She threw her tablet on the Oliver's side of the bed in frustration. Oliver had left her to be a hot mess that day of the shooting, the same day that he almost made her come apart with just his fingers. Oh and what talented fingers they were. She almost came after he barely touched her. But that was totally not the point. The point was that Oliver was avoiding touching her intimately because he was worried about her "injury".
It really was unfair. How was it possible for anyone to keep themselves sexually composed when Oliver was around. He was like walking sex. It also didn't help that he slept with a shirt off and he basically latched himself onto her as soon as he was in bed; and it most definitely did not help that she had caught him looking at her more then once with the most heated "I want to take you so hard against this wall" look.
How was she supposed to survive? Thank God they kissed and sometimes it turned rather heated but he would always reel in his control and stop before anything could happen. Ughhhhh why was he being such a sweet perfect gentleman?
She grabbed her tablet again from his side of the bed and decided to just watch her favorite episodes of Game of Thrones in order to pass the time. It was around 8 in the night and she knew she couldn't go to sleep properly without Oliver and he would be arriving back to their room in about an hour.
Oliver was almost always with her in their room, taking absences when he needed to take care of business or when she was napping. She had also received multiple visits from everyone, even Anatoly.
She couldn't even believe it. They were acting as though she was dying and regardless of how overwhelming and smothering it was, she couldn't find it in her heart to use her loud voice on them, especially Oliver. She was well aware that she was very close to dying and she knew that the effect of that knowledge weighed more on others then it did on her, so she humored them; with sass.
She was in the middle of the first episode of Game of Thrones were all the Starks were actually freakin happy when she heard the door open; she didn't even bother looking up knowing that Oliver had finished his meeting.
She paused her show and looked up towards him smiling as she heard him walking towards her.
She couldn't help but feel giddy and excited around him. It was only natural for her to feel that way, especially since they finally established themselves as a couple literally 2 days ago.
He stopped just as his legs touched the edge of the bed and he leaned forward placing a short sweet kiss against her lips; his forehead leaning against hers as he moved to place another lingering kiss on her forehead.
"How are you feeling?" He asked worriedly and for the millionth time that day. He had the most adorable crinkle in the middle of his forehead when he was worried and she just wanted to kiss it away.
She huffed, "I feel the same way I did the last time you asked; bored and completely healthy." This house arrest was going to be over tonight. For sure. She had a job waiting for her and she didn't want to get special treatment just because her husband was the CEO.
He chuckled at her and moved away from the bed and into their walk in closet to change his clothes.
She laid her head onto the pillow waiting to feel his comfort and warmth behind her. It wasn't long before she felt him slide in to bed and reach for her pulling her into his arms, her body now completely facing him as his arms wound tightly around her.
Her hands were pressed against his chest one of them playing with the necklace that he always wore.
They were at peace like this. Just being able to feel one another and being in each others arms was enough for them.
She played with the pendants finally deciding to tell Oliver that she was breaking free. "Oliver?"
He made a humming sound letting her know that he was listening.
"I'm planning on going in to QC with you tomorrow." She told him softly but surely.
Just as she knew he would his body tensed up. Oh lord she knew what was coming.
"No." He bit out.
She looked up at him glaring, "Oliver! I'm not going to be locked up in here forever. I'm fine. It's been 2 days. I don't want my start at QC to be like this just because I'm married to the CEO."
His eyes finally met hers as he looked down at her, the worry and anger mixing in together, the familiar jaw tick making its usual presence.
"No Felicity. You need mo-"
"Please don't say more rest or else I will have to resort to physical violence." She spoke loudly.
She cupped his cheek with one of her hands knowing it was one of the best ways to help him relax when he was upset. "Oliver, I've rested for 2 full days when I barely got hurt. I'm completely fine. We have to move forward from that night."
He flinched painfully when she mentioned the night of the shooting and then he snapped "I can't! I can't move forward from that night."
He suddenly moved off the bed, pacing the floor in frustration as she sat up watching him wage a war inside of him.
"Oliver." She whispered calmly. She hated doing this to him but if it were up to him she'd be hidden away from the world so that no harm came to her, and that wasn't a life she could live.
"It's all I can think about," he started suddenly, "All I can think about is how my enemies targeted you to get to me; how its my fault that I almost lost you. All I can think about is that night."
Tears swelled in her eyes as she quickly moved off the bed to get to him. To wrap her arms around him and comfort him.
His arms found her immediately as be then buried his face in her hair, silently willing for the pain to stop.
"Oliver, sweetheart everything is okay, and it's not your fault. It's not your fault. The actions of others is not your fault." She rubbed the hairs on the nape of his neck in comfort.
"I'm responsible for the death of so many. You being a target is my fault."
"Oliver. I know what this life is. I was raised in this life for half of mine. I know what I married into and although I don't agree with a lot of it, I understand. I understand what needs to be done, so please don't blame yourself. It isn't your fault."
He pulled her tighter in his arms, she was everything to him and he wished, he wished that she wasn't brought into this life of destruction and death.
"I'm so afraid of you leaving this room...this house," he confessed. "I know that you're protected and safe here, but I'm terrified of what will happen when you leave. I'm terrified of your father getting to you. I'm terrified of what will happen when I'm not around...I can't risk you."
"I know you're afraid. I know that with this life we always have to fear for the lives of those we love. It's not one-sided. I fear for you everyday. Do you think that I'm okay that you took a bullet for me? It terrifies me to know that you could have died. I'm so scared every single time you walk out of that door for Bratva business because anything could happen." She told him with fright. He held her closer in comfort their foreheads pressed together.
"It's unfortunate that we have to live with that fear, but we have to remember that we need to live. I know that you are a captain Oliver, soon to be Pakhan actually. I know that this is your life, this is apart of your heart and soul and that you have to do your job, and despite my fears of you never coming back to me, it is what needs to be done...But Oliver it goes both ways." She said quickly pecking him on the lips.
He sighed feeling defeated. "I know. I know it has to go both ways but it doesn't make it any easier."
She smiled warmly at him pecking his lips again and rubbing the pads of her finger over his brow, attempting to loosen the permanent crease of worry that was there. "Most things in life aren't easy," She told him, "and Oliver? We'll get through this okay."
"Okay" he swallowed tightly. The fear was still present and he knew that it would never fully go away. "I love you so much" he whispered so passionately to her.
She would honestly never be tired of hearing that from him. "I love you too."
He pulled her in for a kiss so beautiful that she could feel it in her toes. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck pulling him in closer as his tongue gently massaged hers.
They pulled back when air became necessary and Oliver lifted her up placing her on the bed, before climbing in beside her and surrounding himself with her.
She couldn't help but yawn feeling the exhaustion of their conversation overflow her.
"So work tomorrow is a go then," she sleepily asked "and don't worry we'll have the whole tag team with us. We'll have Digg, Sara, Nyssa; and I'll have you."
He cracked a smile at her adorableness before agreeing, "Work is a go."
Felicity had gotten up early the next morning and after practically battling with Oliver's arms that were trapping her to the bed, she quickly got up and went to the shower feeling super nervous and excited.
She was excited that she was finally going to be able to do something she loved so much but she was also nervous about the way others would treat her even though she was the CEO's wife. She was also nervous about going out again especially after what had happened at the Gala.
She just needed to relax she told herself. First real job jitters were causing her mind to go wild. Oh God she hadn't even decided on what she should wear yet.
She quickly finished up her shower and grabbed a towel drying herself off. She then grabbed Oliver's big fluffy robe and wrapped herself in it instead of using her own. Oliver's everything was so much better than hers and his robe was so big and comfy and it smelled exactly like him, it was impossible to say no.
An additional plus side to using his robe was to see his reaction to her wearing it. She knew he loved her wearing anything that was his, she had learned that since that first night she had worn his shirt to bed. That look of primal possessiveness in his eyes made her want to let him do whatever he pleased with her.
She had left the bathroom and heard shuffling from inside of the walk in closet knowing that Oliver was probably gathering his things. She sat down on the vanity brushing her hair humming to herself when suddenly she heard a low growl.
Her eyes locked with his through the mirror and it was like time stopped for the two of them. The only thing they saw was each other, his eyes darkened as he looked at her, clearly showing his approval at what he saw. His body was set tense in his pajama shorts and she couldn't stop herself from licking her lips at his image.
He zeroed in on her lips and that's when he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck," he growled out and suddenly she found herself on top of the vanity, items pushed to the side or to the floor, her legs spread wide accommodating Oliver's large body as he kissed her senseless. His tongue invaded her mouth as he battled her for dominance. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer and closer.
One of his hands carded through her hair as he continued to bite and nibble on her lips, while the other proceeded to untie his robe from her.
She could feel his hard cock straining from his shorts as it brushed up against her core. They groaned into the kiss as Felicity legs wrapped around Oliver's, pulling him closer to where she needed him most. She rocked her hips against his trying to find the friction that she needed, his kisses becoming more frantic as he felt her bare core against him.
"I want you now, baby. I need you." He said deeply his lips tugging on her ear.
"Oliver," she keened back unable to say anything else, the pleasure cutting off any thoughts other than him.
"You don't know how fucking hard it is to control myself around you, when all I want to do is take you against every surface of this house." He squeezed her breast as he licked his way down her neck to her breast and back up, sucking, biting and leaving marks of his presence; to show that she was his.
She moaned at his words her hands roaming his back, hips grinding against him, pleading with him to touch her where she needed him so badly. "...Oliver...please.."
God he loved hearing her say his name like this. He smirked against her skin as he pulled himself away from her leaving her whimpering for him. She didn't even care about how desperate she sounded she just wanted him.
Instead of moving away Oliver sat down in her vanity chair, she looked at him through hooded eyes, her eyes never leaving his as he smirked devilishly pushing the robe aside and opening her legs for him.
That must have been his panty dropping smile he used during his playboy days, because that smile made Felicity want to do whatever the fuck he wanted.
He looked at her and it was probably the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He groaned and felt his cock painfully throb at the sight. Her hair was messed, her lips swollen from his kisses, his marks littered all over her neck and chest, his robe covering parts of her still, and he couldn't help but feel so possessive in this moment. He wanted to make her scream his name; to pleasure her and finally stake his claim.
His eyes never left hers as he dragged the vanity chair with his legs closer to her open pussy. It took everything in his control to not release his cock and pound into her just then. She was so wet, but he wanted to taste her first. He wanted to feel her against his tongue so badly, he wanted to pleasure her like no one had before.
He took in her appearance as he hooked his arms around her legs, spreading them further apart, he could see her shaking in anticipation, her moaning his name fuelling him. "You don't know how sexy you look right now baby," he brought his head closer to her pussy, teasing her as he kissed up her inner thigh.
"Oliver," she whimpered moaning and panting, biting her lip to keep herself from making noise.
He chuckled as he continued to kiss up her thigh, his eyes never leaving hers. "You look so fucking beautiful all laid out for me, all wet for me, ready for me to eat; covered in MY marks, in MY robe." He brought his lips right up to her drenched pussy as he pressed a kiss just above her clit only to hear her groan loudly.
He smirked at her as she watched him. "All fucking mine." He growled before his mouth covered her pussy, his tongue laving everywhere, sucking everywhere.
Her body was thrashing in pleasure as she moaned unable to do anything but push his head further as he fucked her with his tongue.
She bit her lip and shut her eyes in attempt to cover her cries up, but her idea was quickly denied as he pulled his mouth away from her, his hand reaching out to pull her lip from her teeth. "I want to hear you Felicity." He growled. "I want to hear you fucking scream for me. Don't try to hide from me. I want you to fucking watch me pleasure you. I want your eyes open and on me baby." He demanded.
She moaned at his words nodding as she begged for him to continue. "..Oliver..."
He didn't need to be told twice before his mouth was on her again his tongue working her wet clit, licking up and down, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves before licking his way down to her pussy. His efforts fueled on by her screams for him, his cock ready to explode just as she was.
"OLIVER!" She screamed for him her legs wrapping around his head pulling him tighter. She chanted his name like a prayer begging for more, "...Oliver...Oliver...yess...Oliver..."
She watched him stick her tongue in his pussy as he hummed in approval, her taste becoming his addiction. He couldn't get enough of her. He pushed his tongue further and further licking every fucking inch of her, needing more of her taste. He was like a man dying of thirst.
It wasn't long before her body was shaking ready for its release. His tongue teasing her everywhere making her keen. "Come for me baby," he said before his mouth fully covered her again humming as the vibrations set her off, her come spilling as she cried out his name. "...OLIVER."
He licked her through her orgasm his mouth drinking her up. before he stood up and pulled her into his arms for a sweet kiss. He couldn't get over the beauty that was Felicity. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come." He kissed her again and shockingly watched her blush, even after everything that he had just done to her. God he loved her.
She sighed in pure bliss waiting to get off her high. No one had ever worked her like that and she was in awe. "Wow. That was...that was amazing. No one has ever gone down on me before like that. That was...wow."
He smirked cockily at her, proud that he was able to give her what no one else could. To pleasure her like no one else could.
"I'm glad that you enjoyed that as much as I did." He told her before pulling her against him once more for another kiss. Their tongues massaged each others skillfully already having memorized one another. She could taste herself on him and it made her pussy all wet again.
Their kiss had turned more heated and Felicity found herself again with her legs wrapped around his waist her bare pussy grinding on his clothed cock, their moans filling the air.
Oliver had moved his way down to her breast his mouth sucking on her left breast nipple as he roughly massaged the other. She couldn't take it. She wanted him inside of her.
She raked her nails down his chest his mouth growling in approval as she tugged on his nipple. He continued his assault on her chest as her hands moved their way down to the obvious bulge in his shorts.
He moaned loudly as she squeezed his cock rubbing it with her fingers. "Felicity," he warned groaning and panting, attempting to control himself.
She still couldn't believe that he was trying to control himself with her. She knew he was afraid of hurting her, of unleashing the monster beneath, but she didn't care. She wanted every part of him
"I want to feel your cock inside of me now Oliver." She moaned in his ear.
He snapped, her words filling his with pure desire. He needed to be inside of her. He needed to feel her pussy clenched around him. He lost it as he hiked her up from the vanity carrying her to the wall as she was reaching for his shorts. Her back was pressed up against the wall as he-
That was when they heard the loud tapping at their door. They immediately stilled as they were suddenly brought back to the world that did not revolve around each other. The knocking had sounded impatient, like the person who was doing it had done it for minutes.
What the fuck?
Oliver was going to bloody murder. He was going to end whoever interrupted them.
"Oliver," he heard Digg's voice calling him out.
He was going to fucking kill him. He willed himself to breath to control himself as he ripped himself from Felicity.
"What!?" He growled out angrily.
"The car is ready. It's been ready for 10 minutes man and your meeting starts in a half hour." Digg replied quickly.
Oliver growled in frustration as he heard Felicity curse. "Oh shit. We're gonna be late. Oh my God its my first day and I'm gonna be late. You're gonna be late to your meeting Oliver. Oh God," she quickly ran towards the closet.
He breathed in an out, concentrating on his breaths before replying. "We're coming." He said to Diggle through clenched teeth in frustration and anger.
He heard a reply from Digg before hearing him walk away.
"Oh my God. My hair's a mess. I'm a mess." She came out of the closet her clothes with her.
God he wanted her so badly his cock was still aching him.
She suddenly pointed at him. "You need to go take a cold shower very quickly and deal with...uhh...that." She pointed towards his hard on, which looked so tempting.
His face was contorted and pissed off and he had the most adorable pout on. She felt bad for leaving him hanging, for not being able to return the favor. "Oliver?"
He looked at her, his fists clenched and his eyes slowly going back to normal. "I promise, later tonight. No interruptions."
He smiled as he realized what she meant before heading to the shower. "No interruptions." He repeated.
She smiled back at him. "None."
