Chapter 6

A/N: So sorry about the wait on this new chapter. I got busy with school and work and just now got to where I could update this again. Hope you enjoy.

I opened my eyes. Oliver was working out on the salmon ladder, shirtless. I laid there and watched him work out. I loved watching him. I loved watching his muscles and the way they flexed. He was at the top rung, holding himself up over the bar when he noticed I was awake. He jumped down. I got up and walked over to him as he toweled the sweat off. He kissed me.

"Sleep well?" He asked.

"Yes." I said, wrapping my arms around him.

He kissed me again and again. His hands moved down my body. I tried to back away, but every step I took, he matched coming towards me. I hit the wall behind me. He moved to kiss my neck. It wasn't passion coming from him. It was something different. I placed my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away.

"Ollie, stop." I said. He ignored. His hands slid under the waistband of my pants, sliding them off of me.

"Ollie, please. Stop." I tried to push again. He pressed himself against me, making sure I felt his hard on against my thigh. I didn't know what to do. He wasn't listening to me. He undid his pants with one hand and pulled himself out. He began to stroke it with his hand. His other hand found its way to my clit, he began to rub as he stroked himself.

"You're so wet." He whispered in my ear.

"Oliver. I'm begging you, stop!" I hit his shoulders as hard as I could. He moved back a couple inches, causing him to stop touching me.

"You want to be naughty, then I will treat you like the naughty girl you are." He hissed. This wasn't the Oliver I had come to love.

He grabbed my arms and held them above my head.

"Naughty girls get punished." He slid himself inside me, thrusting almost violently, like he wanted it to hurt.

"Please! Stop!" I was crying and in pain. I felt the blood run down my leg.

He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing. I couldn't breathe. I tried to gasp for air.

I sat up on the cot, gasping for air and crying. I looked around the room. Oliver was asleep beside me on the cot. It was just a nightmare. I told myself to calm down. Oliver would never hurt me. I laid back down. Oliver wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I found comfort in his arms. I looked over at him. My eyes met his.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nightmare." I replied, trying to wipe away the tears.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

I couldn't tell him the nightmare was about him. I rolled over to face him completely and hid my face in his chest. He held me close to him. I inhaled his scent, letting it calm me. It also turned me on. I looked up at him. His hand cupped my cheek and he kissed me deeply. I kissed back. His hand moved down to my hip. I felt his fingers run along the waistband of my jeans. He was hesitant to take things further. I stopped kissing him.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked as he pulled his hand away.

I smiled at him before sliding off my jeans and panties and throwing them to the floor.

"No." I responded and grabbed his hand, leading it to what ached for his attention. He felt my wetness. He kissed me as he rubbed my clit. I felt his hard on through his jeans against my leg. My hand found its way to the belt on his jeans and unbuckled it. He stopped rubbing my clit to slide off his jeans and boxers, revealing himself. I grabbed him while he slid two fingers inside me. We both moaned in pleasure. We both needed this. I stroked him while he found my g-spot. My back arched what little it could. I stopped stroking him and placed my hand over his, urging him to go as deep as he could.

"Oh God!" We both stopped as we heard Thea scream. Oliver stopped and quickly grabbed a blanket to cover us up.

"Thea! What are you doing here?" Oliver asked.

"I came to check on Rhian. I wasn't expecting to see my brother naked. Not to mention ruining the only place to sleep on down here. I'm never touching that thing again."

I was so embarrassed. "Thea, I'm sorry." I said as I tried to hide under the blanket.

"Don't be sorry, Rhian. I should've realized he was down here with you."

"Speedy." Oliver said.

"What?" Thea responded.

"Go away."

"Oh no. You owe me for keeping this quiet."

"What do you want?" Oliver was becoming impatient with his sister.

"Money." Thea smirked. She knew she had her brother wrapped around her finger.

"That's it?" Oliver asked,

"Well, $500 cash and your credit card so I can go buy some new outfits, preferably no limit on how much."

Oliver glared at her. I sat up.

"Thea, that's a little excessive. How about the cash and me and you go shopping together tomorrow? I could use some new clothes and this way you're not maxing out Oliver's credit card." I tried to reason with Thea.

"You'll let me take you shopping?" Thea asked.

"Yup. I will be all yours to dress up."

"Ok. Deal. $500 cash and shopping with Rhian tomorrow will keep me quiet."

I grabbed Oliver's jeans off the floor and pulled it out. "Give your sister the cash." I said, handing the wallet to Oliver.

He huffed and pulled out the cash, handing it to his sister. She gleefully took it and left.

"That wasn't nice, Rhian" Oliver looked at me.

"It got your sister to stay quiet about us and I used your suggestion to me earlier about the shopping." I kissed him. "I'm sorry if I did something I shouldn't have."

"It's alright. It keeps my credit card from getting maxed out. You're a good negotiator." He kissed me back. "Maybe I should have you help in business meetings."

"Maybe you should shut up and finish what we started." I smirked. He pulled his shirt off. We kissed. His hands found the hem of my shirt and then he pulled them away, stopping himself.

"It's ok, Ollie. I'm not hiding this from you anymore." I pulled my shirt off. Every scar was visible. Oliver's hands lightly touched each scar. I took my bra off, leaving myself completely bare and vulnerable. No one had ever seen the extent of the torture except Felicity. I could see the anger in Oliver's eyes.

"I understand why people that have seen my scars treat me the way they do now."

"Our friends know you were tortured, Ollie. You feel the need to do something like they have felt that need."

"He should rot."

"He will, Ollie. If I'm not allowed to kill him, neither are you." I placed my hand against his cheek. He grabbed my hand and kissed it before kissing my lips again. I laid back down with him kissing me. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers ran through his hair. He slipped his leg between mine. I felt him getting hard again. I yearned for him inside me. My legs wrapped around his waist, inviting him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"I'm sure." I replied.

"Ok. You're in control though. Anytime you want me to stop, just tell me."

"Ollie."

"Yeah?"

"It's ok. I trust you."

He kissed me as he slid in. I moaned. My back tried to arch, causing pain from my ribs. I hissed in pain. Oliver stopped. He looked at me.

"It's ok, Ollie."

"You're in pain." He went to slide out.

"No, Ollie, it's not you. Please don't stop."

He began to thrust slowly. Causing me to moan in pleasure. One of his hands found my thigh, the other tangled itself into my hair as he kissed my neck. My fingernails lightly scratched his back. He was going to make this last as long as possible. It wasn't just sex. This was passion. He went deep inside me, would slide out to the tip and then slide back in slowly, sending pleasure all through my body.

This Oliver wasn't the playboy of Star City that kept everyone talking about him. This Oliver was the gentleman who knew what a woman wanted. This was the Oliver I had fell in love with. The one I never wanted to hurt. The one who was willing to fight for me.

I could feel my bliss coming. My fingernails dug into his back. He kept the same pace. This man was going to make my bliss last. The bliss made my body shutter. I screamed out Oliver's name, only then did he quicken his pace. He came a moment later, biting down on my shoulder and thrusting as deep as he could inside me.

He didn't move until we both came down from the sexual high we were on. He rolled on to his back, not really letting go of me. My legs intertwined with his. His chest was my pillow. His arms shielded me from the world. I was almost asleep when both of our phones went off with a text message. I moaned in displeasure. Oliver reached for his phone that was on the shelf by the cot. The light from it blinded both of us.

"It's a Felicity warning from Thea. We need to get dressed." Oliver said. I wrapped my arms around him.

"Don't want to." I said, probably acting like a child.

He chuckled "we have to." He grabbed one of my arms and moved me. I pouted. He got up and started putting his clothes back on, throwing mine at me as he sorted through. I put on my bra and shirt while on the bed and then had Oliver help me stand up so I could get my panties and jeans back on. Oliver took a step away.

"Ollie, wait." I pulled him towards me. His hands on my waist.

"What?" He asked.

I kissed him and then pulled away. "I'm not sure when we'll get to do that again."

"What do you mean? Surely the sex was good."

"I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about just being alone together."

"Well, hopefully it's soon." He grabbed his jacket and the keys to his bike.

I got comfy in the computer chair and loaded up the game Overwatch.

"Felicity is going to kill you for playing video games on her setup." Oliver teased.

"No she won't. The scanners and everything are still running on the regular monitors as well as the two wall screens. I just like taking over the middle wall screen." I jumped into a session. "Besides, she knows I do this. It helps pass the time."

Oliver left as I let the video game have my full attention. Felicity showed up shortly after, bringing food with her.

"Did you hear me?" She asked.

"Huh? No, sorry. Was concentrating on the game." I responded.

"I said, you don't have to stay here. You can stay at my place."

"Oh. Um…" I hesitated.

"You don't have to. I just thought you would like the idea."

"Thanks, but I just don't want to put you in danger. I was thinking of finding my own place." I closed out of my game.

"Oh. Well, I can help you look for a place then! An apartment or even a loft. There's plenty of choices. We can look tomorrow!"

"I've already asked Thea for help." I just lied to my friend.

"Ok. I thought maybe you could use some best friend time. You've been through alot lately." She made it seem like I was dodging her.

"Felicity, don't start that. You know I can always use best friend time. But Thea checked on me earlier and I just asked her. We can hang out afterwards. I owe Thea as much as I owe you, Oliver, and Digs for everything you guys have done for me."

Hanging out with Felicity was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn't need her to figure out that Oliver and I were sleeping together. It would devastate her and I would end up losing my best friend.

"Ok. Well, have you seen Oliver at least?"

"He came by and took his bike out. No clue where he went, but I'm sure he's fine." I started to dig into the bag of food Felicity had brought, munching on a stray fry in the process.

"Did he go out to patrol?" She asked.

I looked over and saw his gear still on the mannequin. "Doesn't look like it. Gear's still here. Maybe he went to the office?"

"That'd be a change for once. Him actually going to do some work after hours. He could let someone know at least where he's going. We have a city to watch over. Or he could at least actually check on you when coming through here." Felicity pulled up a chair.

"Why does everyone think they need to check up on me? I just broke some ribs. I'm not dying." I was starting to get annoyed with everyone treating me like I was on my death bed.

"People are just concerned about you, Rhi."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle it."

A news story popped up on the screen.

"Last night, the Green Arrow took down the person who is suspected to be the new Count behind Vertigo. Tryston Moon was released earlier today on bail. He claims his daughter, Rhian Moon, was kidnapped by the vigilante and is looking to press charges. Captain Lance is not available for comment at this time, citing that it's an ongoing investigation, but has stated that he plans to uphold the law."

I stared at the screen that had my picture up on it. I couldn't believe what was going on. My father would never let me go. I would never be free.

"Felicity…" I said, anger and fear in my voice.

"I know. This isn't good. We need to talk to Lance." Felicity started typing on her phone.

"I'm not going back."

"And you won't. We'll make sure of it."