Alone beneath the club he'd founded, Oliver Queen snarled, screaming his rage as he stormed across the Foundry floor. Growling, he snatched up his bow, some arrows and a batch of tennis balls.
Releasing the balls, he let fly one arrow after another and in less than ten seconds, all six balls were nailed to the far wall.
It still wasn't enough. It hadn't been a good day – or night so far – and he needed to release the extreme tension roiling inside him. Growling again, he returned the equipment and took to his workout maze, pushing himself harder and harder.
Dummy, broken in half; the salmon ladder half a dozen times, even some yoga and meditation. After an intense two hour workout, some of the tension was finally beginning to ease.
Even still, he was restless. Ignoring the aching of his body, he went to his phone and checked his messages. Sometimes, as if she knew, Felicity would send him a text, checking to see if he was OK.
Felicity. Suddenly he was vibrating from head to toe, and knew just what would stop the tension. If she would let him, he needed her.
Their relationship, in all its facets, was still new; Oliver knew he'd never stray from her, not when she kept him grounded, particularly on nights like this one.
With flying fingers and feeling guilty for waking her up, he sent Felicity a text, asking if he could spend the rest of the night at her place. Her answer came back a minute later, a resounding yes.
Oliver hurried out the door, and reached her apartment within ten minutes. To his surprise, she was sitting in the living room, a single light on.
She frowned as he came through the door and approached her. "You ok?" she asked, her brow furrowed. "You only ask to stay the night when you want something."
He knelt in front of her, watching her watch him. "I've not had a good day or night and I need your company."
She grinned and got to her feet. Taking his hand, she led him to her room. Knowing exactly what he needed to feel better.
After another two hour workout, Oliver lay beside her, sighing in contentment and drifted off into the deepest sleep he'd had in years.
The tension he'd been carrying was gone.