Author's Note: Welcome to chapter three. The main focus of this chapter is to get to know Felicity and her past. Any other event taking place outside of Laurel and Felicity's heart-to-heart will play a bigger role in chapter 4.
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Chapter 3: I'm Not Offering Sex for Money
Oliver felt like his head was spinning. He hated this woman, yet he found her so intoxicating. Still suited up in his arrow gear, mask and all, he slammed Clover up against the wall of the foundry, before smashing his lips against hers. His hands gripped her hips, still covered in leather and it was only a mere moment until they were both undressed, but still masked.
"I hate you!" She growled through clenched teeth, as his lips attacked her neck, stubble brushing across her collar bone.
"I hate you more," he muttered against her neck, before she flipped them, pushing him against the wall. Her plump, fuchsia lips kissed down his body, leaving a trail of lipstick. Oliver quickly grabbed her upper arms, pulling her lips back to his. Her hands grabbing at his short brown hair He lifted Clover so that her legs could wrap around his waist, then he put her back against the wall once more. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to her breasts.
Clover threw her head back in pleasure, before whispering in his ear, "hurry up and fuck me, Arrow, I don't have all night." Then she gently bit on his earlobe, causing him to release a low growl. Holding her up with one hand, he used his other to guide his member into her tight, warm slit. The sound of the low moan she released, drove him wild. He didn't want to hear her moan.
He wanted to hear her scream.
Oliver closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck as he thrust into her. With every scream and moan that spilled from her lips, he could feel her walls tighten around him.
"Prikhodi za mnoy [Russian for: 'come for me']." He whispered into her neck, feeling himself getting close. A high pitched moan escaped her fuchsia lips as he thrust harder.
"Tol'ko dlya vas, strelka! [Russian for: Only for you, Arrow!]" She screamed out as he sucked on her neck and moved faster. "Ohhh Oliver!" She screamed as her orgasm hit her like a wave. His head snapped up instantly to look at her. How did Clover know his name? When he finally saw her face, Felicity was looking back down at him.
Oliver awakened with a gasp, covered in cool sweat. He looked around, noticing that he was still inside of his room in the Queen Manor. 'It was just a dream', he told himself. His brain was combining the woman he wanted most with the one he currently hated the most.
Felicity's Apartment
Felicity sat on the carpeted floor as soon as she stepped inside of her apartment, tossing her mask to the side. In an instant, Laurel came zooming out of the bedroom.
"Lis, are you okay? What hurts?" She asked kneeling down in front of Felicity, whose back was up against the door, as she breathed heavily.
"My thigh, this moron stabbed me!" She groaned, sliding her leather pants down to her knees, still seated. "Go grab the first aid from under the bathroom sink." Laurel nodded and headed for the bathroom. Felicity look down at the deep gash in her leg. It was about an inch long, a few inches below her hip.
"Who stabbed you? The Arrow?" Laurel asked, sitting in front of Felicity and opening the first aid kit.
"He might as well have, it was his fault." She replied, rolling her eyes. "Do you see a needle and thread in there?"
"Yea, but I can't do stiches, Lis, I've never done it, I don't wanna mess up." Laurel admitted.
"It's easy," Felicity smiled half-heartedly, grabbing the needle and thread from Laurel's hand. Within five minutes, she had already stitched her wound on her own. "Pass me the gauze and tape, please." Laurel did as told, and Felicity covered the scar.
"I need you to be more careful out there." Laurel started softly. "You've quickly become my closest friend. I don't wanna lose you."
"They don't call me Clover for nothing," she smiled, kicking off her boots and pulling her pants off, over her socks. She reached into her top and pulled out several small plastic bags.
"Felicity, what are those? You're not?" Laurel asked.
"They're not mine if that's what your asking." Felicity said, rolling her eyes. "This new mission that I haven't been telling you about-"
"The mission that has you bumping into the Arrow all of a sudden?" Laurel asked.
"Yeah.. the mission isn't so new. Anyways, these guys," Felicity said, showing Laurel the green circular tablet with a small 'v' indented into it. "Are called Vertigo 2.0. You remember the last the last time the Count was around? Before Arrow put him away?"
"Yeah, I wasn't even two weeks ago, but I do recall how mad you were that he caught the Count before you did."
"He was just always a step ahead of me. I never ran into him then, but I would always get to my location and the guys I've come to question would already be dead. That's why I moved here. Starling needed me more than Central City. Barry and his team can handle the meta humans just fine without me. A whole new story would tell you the bigger reason I'm here." Felicity explained. Leaving Laurel confused. "But we'll talk about that some other time since we're getting slightly off topic. The point is that these pills are disorienting people, and just making them do shit that they shouldn't be, and then killing them. Like someone will kill a person, and then they die from a brain aneurysm."
"What the hell?" Laurel muttered. "And what are those?" She asked, point at the tiny blue tablets.
"Every guy we try to question pops one of these bad boys. They have have a seizure and just die."
"What don't we know, that these guys would rather die, than tell us?" Laurel asked.
"I wish I knew." Felicity answered. "But I promise to tell you as soon as I find out. I'm gonna have Cisco and Caitlyn test these and see what they're made of. I won't have time to do it myself."
"Good." Laurel said, satisfied with Felicity's words. "You know, you actually never told me where the name Clover came from." Laurel replied, helping Felicity stand up and leading her to her bedroom. Once Felicity was comfortable in bed, she pulled off the leather top and tossed it on the floor. She changed into the t-shirt that Laurel handed her, then patted the space next to her on the bed.
"My mom used to call me her 'four leaf clover'. She used to be a waitress in a casino when we lived in Vegas. After my dad left, I would spend time in the casino while she worked during the summer. Anytime she won money, she'd always tell me it was because I brought her good luck. That I was her four leaf clover." Felicity smiled at the memories.
"What happened to her? You don't talk about her much." Laurel pushed, trying to get Felicity to open up.
"She was killed, in front of me when I was 12..." Felicity started.
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FLASHBACK
"Happy birthday, honey." Donna Smoak smiled, kissing her now 12 year old daughter's cheek. Where did the time go? Felicity smiled up at her mom, before sitting up in the hotel bed. "I took off work today. I figured we could do something smart, sciencey, and potentially boring that you like so much." she joked.
"We don't have to do anything you don't wanna do mom." The young brunette said. "I'm happy as long as I get to spend the day with you."
"I love you so much, baby girl." Donna said, tears welling up in her eyes. "It is so amazing watching you blossom into the incredible, intelligent young woman that you are. I know I don't say it enought, but I am so proud of you."
"Donna you have seven seconds to open this door before I break it down!" A voice yelled from the hallway.
"Mom, who's-" Felicity started off in a whisper.
"Under the bed, now!" Her mother whispered back urgently. Without asking questions, Felicity hid underneath the bed that she and her mother shared.
"3..2..1!" The voice yelled followed by the door breaking open.
"Mr. Merlyn, I-" Donna started.
"You know, I hadn't planned on visiting Las Vegas until next month. But when I heard that you and the kid were here... well I just couldn't refuse." The voice said.
"Malcolm, please, I'll get your money!" Felicity watched from under the bed as a pair of black dress shoes approached her mom's bare feet.
"Donna...Donna, Donna, Donna. What are you gonna do? Pull twenty grand from your plastic tits?" He asked standing toe to toe with her. "You know, Merlyn Global is doing really well right now. I'm not upset because I'll miss the money."
"Then why-"
"It's the principle of it, Donna. What if I borrowed your precious Felicity, and not return her? You wouldn't like that, would you?"
"Malcolm, please!" Felicity's mother cried, at the sound of a gun cocking. Felicity bit down on her bottom lip to keep from sobbing.
"Where's the little genius, Donna, I know she's here."
"She's at her aunt's for her birthday, I'm alone, I swear!"
"Tommy, check the room." Malcolm demanded.
"Yes, dad." Tommy answered. Felicity watched as a pair of black sneakers moved around the room, checking the bathroom and closet. "I don't think she's here, dad."
"Look under the bed." Malcolm demanded. Tommy did as told, and Felicity felt herself shaking, as she braced herself. Tommy peered under the bed and made eye contact with her. He was young, probably 14 or 15 years old. She could see the remorse in his eyes and he could see the fear in hers.
"Please," she mouthed to him.
"Nope, she's not here, dad." Tommy said, now standing.
"You know, despite what they say, I have a heart, Donna." Malcolm stated. "I would never kill a mother in front of her child, but lucky for me, your kid's not here." The gunshot sounded and Felicity watched as her mom's body crumbled to the floor. She had to clasp a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. The second Malcolm and Tommy left, Felicity crawled out from under the bed.
"Mom, get up, mom, please!" she cried, cradling her mother's head in her lap. What felt like hours later, two cops came into the room, followed by hotel security. "He killed her. He killed my mom!" She cried, as the woman cop pulled her shaking body into her arm.
"Did you see who did this?" The cop asked. Felicity shook her head 'no'. "Did you hear any names?" She shook her head again. But the name Malcolm Merlyn will be burned into her brain until her mother's death was avenged.
Present Day
"Felicity, I am so sorry, honey." Laurel said, hugging her friend close. "This is why you have a personal vendetta again him." She said, more of a realization than a question. "When did you find out he was here?"
"The next day. I looked up Merlyn Global and found out that it was here. After I graduated from MIT, I traveled for a while. When I was in Japan, I met a woman named Tatsu Yamashiro. I lived with her for a year. She trained me in combat and blades of all kind, but mostly the Japanese Katana. She told me that she'd lost her husband and son. Her story was... heartbreaking.
"I remember getting so frustrated because no matter how good I got, I was never as good as Tatsu with the Katana. She told me that everything takes practice, but I had to find my true talent to become a master. She told me about an American man she'd met before she lost her son and husband. He was an incredible archer. The best she'd ever seen. So I tried my hand at it and I was actually really good. She said that I may have been even better than her old friend."
Felicity smiled, remembering Tatsu. She had truly missed her.
"She sounds amazing. What happened to her?" Laurel asked.
"Well, as far as I know, she's still alive. Her son unfortunately passed away, but she was searching for her husband, Maseo... I hope she found him and I hope they're happy."
"Me too," Laurel smiled as her friend yawned. "One more question: if you became a Clover to avenge yourn mom's death, then why are you dealing with guys like the Count?"
"I have the skills so why not use them to make the world a better place? That's always been my life goal: make the world better." Laurel debated telling Felicity that she knows Malcolm personally, and knew Tommy before he'd passed away. But now wasn't the time.
"Let's get you to bed. You have ten grand to pick up and a hot date to arrange!"
"Remind me why I said yes," Felicity groabed, earning a chuckled out of Laurel.
"Because you haven't gotten laid since college!" She laughed as Felicity glared at her.
"I hate you, get out of my apartment!"
"Jokes on you because I'm staying here tonight." Laurel smiled.
"Well, I hope you have no more jokes or you're sleeping on the floor." Felicity teased.
The Following Day
"Good afternoon Pam," Felicity smiled at the receptionist.
"Hey, Felicity. Mr. Queen said he was expecting you. You can go right in." The redhead smiled at her. Due to unfortunate circumstances Felicity opted for pants that day. She didn't need any visible blood leaking from her wound. She wore black skinny slacks, fuchsia pumps, and a sleeveless, white silk top, with a lace collar. She'd kept her hair in its usual ponytail and wore her glasses. She walked to Oliver's office, heart beating a mile a minute.
"Miss Smoak," Oliver greeted, with a bright smile.
"Mr. Queen," she greeted back.
"Close the door and come have a seat, please." He requested and she followed. As she walked towards the chair, she noticed him looking her up and down and when he caught sight of her heels, he bit his bottom lip for just a second. Was he checking her out? Noooo, no way... but it totally looked like he was checking her out. She sat down across from him. "So beautiful," he said, barely above a whisper. As if on cue, Felicity blushed a bright shade of pink.
"I believe there was something you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Queen."
"Right," he smiled pulling out a blue folder and handing it to her. She took it from him cautiously and opened it. There was the check written out to her for $10,000 and a single sheet of computer paper. Scrawled across it in red pen was, 'Dinner tonight, your place or mine?'. She stared at the paper, blankly. "I'm sorry, would you prefer cash over the check?"
"Ummm... yea," she said, swallowing and finally looking up at him. "It'll be better to avoid a paper trail, you know. I don't want someone to find out you wrote me a check this big and think I'm sleeping with you or something."
"You're absolutely right," he stated, grabbing the check as she passed it. "I hope I didn't offend you."
"No, no, it's fine." She smiled lightly. "Um, Oliver?"
"Yes, Felicity?" He replied.
"Why would dinner be at one of our places? I mean, no offense, but we haven't known each other very long, and..." she trailed off.
"Just to avoid the press seeing us out together and making assumptions. I don't want you to be uncomfortable though. Invite Laurel, that way I don't feel guilty about being your soon-to-be boss and asking you on a date."
"Right," she laughed nervously. "Umm... my place, and I'll invite Laurel." He gave her a small smile, genuinely overzealous that she hadn't changed her mind about dinner.
"So, get my number from Laurel and text me your address and what time to be there." He smiled. "I'll bring cash this time." He smiled.
"Thank you, by the way. Just tell me how to repay you. Anything you want, I mean not anything- anything, like I'm not offering sex for money, I'm not a prostitute, and oh dear Google, why haven't you stopped me yet?" Felicity babbled slightly before clapping a hand over her mouth and counted down from 3 in her head. "Please don't fire me." Oliver just smiled.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He couldn't unlock his eyes from hers until the office phone rang. "Oliver Queen," he answered.
"Mr. Queen? Mr. Steele is requesting to see Felicity in his office. He's says it's urgent." Pamela said.
"Thank you, Pamela, I'll send her over." He replied before hanging up and looking up at Felicity. "Walter Steele would like to see you in his office. But I'll see you tonight."
"Yes, and Laurel," she smiled, standing to leave. "See you tonight, Mr. Queen." As she turned around, she saw a dark haired man, dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit, step into the office.
"Oliver, I need a word with you." He said. Felicity noticed that Oliver tensed up, his happy mood completely gone.
"Sure," he replied, standing to escort Felicity out of the office.
"Malcolm Merlyn." The man introduced himself, sticking his hand out to Felicity. She stared at it blankly and looked up at him.
"Of course, I know who you are." She said with a fake smile. She got a death grip on his hand and shook it. "Felicity Smoak."
So what do you guys think about Felicity's past? And what about Oliver's dream about Clover and Felicity? And what about Malcolm Merlyn?! Read and reviews please! Thank you to everyone who've read and/or reviewed thus far. In the next chapter, we'll see an... interesting dinner and another Arrow/Clover interaction.
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