Chapter 2

Felicity woke up with the noise of someone opening the door of her room. Confusion clouded her mind, until she remembered where she was. On the plane, Felicity booked a suite with three rooms in a hotel. A different from what they had the last time they had been in Russia. The other hotel brought bad memories. Memories of Isabel and Oliver together.

'Good morning, sleeping beauty. Meet us at the living room when you can'. Diggle peeked through the door.

Wearing a white dress with a romantic blue floral print, Felicity went into the living room and Diggle ran to her hands the tablet blinking his eye, while Oliver was giving a tip to the waiter that brought breakfast.

Taking a mug, Oliver filled it with coffee and passed it to Felicity's hands. 'Thank you', she whispered.

'Last night I talked to Lyla and she gave me two possible locations for the captivity of Mr. Kornikov'. Diggle said while showing a map with two locations.

'You go to the downtown area' Oliver pointed to the first location marked on the map 'and I'm going to the docks area'. He looked at Felicity 'Call Sara and Roy and warns them to be careful with what Slade. He may be preparing something in my absence'.

'Ok. Go. Bring Kornikov'. Felicity said while picking up the phone on her room, when she returned to the living room, both men were no longer in there.

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An hour without news is too much time, Felicity thought. Suddenly the phone rang.

'Digg, what's wrong? I'm trying to get in touch with you and Oliver and none of you answer my calls!', Felicity was frantic 'Did you talk to Oliver?'.

'Felicity, I couldn't talk to Oliver. I have Kornikov with me. Oliver went into a trap. I'll go to the docks warn him'. She could hear the noise of cars, probably Diggle was driving.

'No, take Kornikov to a safe location. I'll warn Oliver'. Felicity ran into the room and took the first coat she saw. 'When I'm with him, I'll call to warn you'.

'No, stay where you are. It's dangerous to go alone'. Diggle argued.

'My life, my choice', Felicity smiled, 'Don't worry. Probably it's only takes me twenty minutes at the maximum'.

'Please be careful. Go and back to the hotel'. Diggle hung up the call.

On leaving the hotel, Felicity took a cab to the docks. When the cabby asked her where she wanted to be, she became aware of the amount of warehouses that existed at the docks, thanking the application that allowed her to see exactly where Oliver was.

Cursing the cold and the misfortune of not having taken a warmer coat, Felicity hid behind a shipping container while she was trying to figure out where exactly was Oliver.

Suddenly, hands grabbed her back and pushed her against the container, Felicity remembered what Diggle and Sarah had taught and turned punching her attacker.

'Felicity', Oliver rubbed his nose. 'What the hell are you doing here?' he whispered dangerously.

'Oliver, this is a trap. Diggle is with Kornikov. We have to get out of here'. She grabbed and pulled him but when they turned to leave, they heard shots and screams in Russian.

In order to escape the gunfire Oliver threw them into the container and closed the door. While giving two steps back, Felicity felt something in her back – boxes - and gave a little cry, falling on the ground 'Au'. There were more shots and when the screams stopped, Felicity heard the noise of belts.

Oliver pulled her up with his back towards the door, and the truth hit her with his response. 'They shut us here'.

She hasn't had time to digest the news 'Turn on the flashlight of your cell phone', Oliver spoke then with ferocity 'We have to get out of here'.

'I always imagined us locked in a place, in platonic circumstances, of course', Felicity spoke unwillingly.

'Fe-li-ci-ty' Oliver grunted. 'Try to call Diggle', he gave her a short order.

Cars screeched, by the erratic driving or maybe the Russians had pressed the brakes and decided to kill them after all. She didn't know, but she was hoping they wouldn´t change their mind.

'I can't get service here' she stated the obvious after several attempts. 'Diggle knows we're here, he will realize that I we need help and he will save us'.

Oliver kept his mouth shut 'He'll realize right?', she repeated, reaching the stupidity.

When he turned around, she could swear that his eyes had gotten darker. 'Why did you come here? Have you no idea of the danger that was coming here? I had to protect you and now we are closed in here. Our only hope is that Diggle discover us. Do you realize the childishness of your action?', he screamed while kicked the door, without success.

Felicity sat on the floor, leaning against the boxes – that by what she had noticed, were empty. 'You're an ungrateful. I tried to call you more than ten times, you left me almost two hours with no news. I came here to warn you and then you blame me for trying to save you. I was very comfortable in my house, until you showed up all caveman and require me to come with you to Russia. You ... you're an ass!' she screamed, but the cold was already starting to affect and the words didn't come out as strong as she wanted.

Oliver knelt in front of her and said 'You piss me off seriously when you're in danger. I can't think straight'.

She'd been in shootings, more times than a person with a normal life. But the cold and the adrenaline were taking effect. She shuddered, not saying a word to Oliver.

He sat down beside her and pulled her to him, hard. 'I'm sorry'.

'This is the second time that you apologize to me for a period of 48 hours. I hope this doesn't become a habit!', she laughed softly.

'Are you cold?' Oliver asked while the corners of his mouth turned up. 'Here, take my coat', he started to take off the coat when she stopped him. 'Felicity, I can stand lower temperatures. Don't worry about me'.

His coat was warm but an hour later the only thing that kept the head of Felicity was Oliver's own body pressing to hers. The cold was about to reach the bone, was unbearable and she couldn't stop chatter. 'Oliver, I'm so cold'.

'I know, but we have to wait a little longer. You have to endure'. Oliver couldn't feel his fingertips but he didn't want to show weakness. 'Let's talk about something to distract us. Did you have news about Barry?', he asked casually despite in intimate he sawing teeth waiting for her answer.

'The doctors think that at any moment he might wake up. I hope to be there so I can see him'. She said between puffing and blowing cold while Oliver rubbed his hands in her arms, trying to warm her.

'Then, when he wakes up you will be moving to Central City?'

'Of course not. I'm committed to you', she paused a few moments replaying in her head what she had just said 'You know what I mean. Let's change the subject? What about you and Sara, how are things between you two?'.

'I don't want to talk about it' Oliver responded harshly.

'Then we can talk about Barry but we can't talk about Sara. I didn't know that this topic was taboo'. He didn't answer.

Twenty minutes later, she couldn't take it and stood up 'I'm freezing. Diggle should have arrived. I wonder if he won't know we're here? I don't want to be found dead in a container with Oliver Queen. That would make everyone believe in rumors'. Felicity walked from one place to another while rubbing her arms.

'Felicity, stop quiet!' Oliver rose.

'I can't', she screamed, 'I need something hot'.

And then he turned her in his arms so fast that her feet were still in the middle of another step. Felicity cursed the words that had come out of her mouth but before she could say anything, his mouth crushed hers, taking her breath away.

Oliver kissed as if he were devouring her. Her arms went around his neck, her legs wrapped in his waist, and she kissed him as if she could erase the memory of all women before her. She heard a rip. Oliver's mouth left a hot trail from the neck to her chest. Felicity arched her back hard enough, knocking her head against the irregular wall where she was supported, casting squeals of necessity.

'Warm enough?', Oliver asked fiercely.

If talking was in her control, she would have agreed immediately. However all the vocal capabilities were being used in gasp and the feel of his mouth on her breast. With trembling hands, Felicity came to his belt, opening it.

Her cry was muffled with his mouth when suddenly she felt him inside her. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back with the increasing need, and her mouth closed on his neck to muffle the screams. He moaned in her skin, the free hand tangled in her hair as he moved faster, deeper. There was no gentleness in him, but she didn't want any, elated with the unbridled passion between them.

Spasms began to shake from the inside out, as her body convulsed. Oliver moaned almost inaudibly above the sound of her heart. And the next moment, she felt the moisture of his liberty within it.

It took a few minutes until she could talk 'The wall is crippling my back'.

Felicity was still panting and Oliver pulled them away, looking at the wall and then to her 'I don't know what to say'.

'Don't apologize, please'. Felicity was still with her legs on his waist but at that moment she slid to the ground. When she looked she saw that the dress was ruined and pulled on her coat that was thrown on the floor.

'Cold?' Oliver asked.

'I never felt hotter', she laughed but the smile died then. Why I never say the right thing?

And then all they had done fell on her. 'Oh my god, Oliver! Sara! Oh my god ...', Felicity panicked 'Don't tell her, Oliver'.

''Don't tell? You deserve that I tell her what happened' he whispered while closing his pants and passed her his jacket.

She smiled, and could have been by guilt, but she has never felt so sad. 'It's Okay, Oliver. I'm not demanding anything. You don't need worry'.

At that moment the door of the container was opened. 'It's all right here?'Diggle asked.

Felicity internally thanked all angels because Digg opened the door at that moment and not minutes before. Oliver had the insight to buttoning his pants and if she closed the coat no one would notice the torn dress.

'Digg what took you so long?' Oliver almost screamed.

'I've been busy'. Diggle pointed at a man lying on the ground. 'I found this here. Probably was here to warn Slade the moment you get out of here'.

Oliver marched up to the man who at that time had risen to stagger. When the man looked at Oliver's face, his expression showed fear.

Oliver knocked him to the ground and knelt in front of him. After a severe command in Russian, the man stopped fighting and sat still.

'Why did they shut us there?' he pointed to the container 'Why didn't they kill us?'.

'Business' the man replied 'I wasn't hired to kill anyone. We were hired to be a distraction'.

'Who hired you?' Oliver didn't break eye contact. 'Felicity, where are you going?'. She had taken advantage of that moment to go to the car. 'Do not go out of my sight!' Oliver said still looking for the man.

'Who contacted you?'

'Isabel Rochev'

One by one, Oliver made questions about Isabel and about the instructions that they had been given. The instructions were clear they had to distract whoever appeared there but the reasons he didn't know.

'Isabel works with Slade' Felicity discovered.

'Kornikov was abducted to make replicas of the serum' Diggle completed the thought 'What would be the interest of Isabel in Mirakuru? She works for Slade. Felicity is right'.

Next Chapter: Felicity and Oliver talk about what happened.