Thank goodness for snow days! Here's a new chapter for all you lovely readers. Thank you so much for your comments. I loved them! I hope you enjoy this newest chapter. Oliver and Felicity have their first fight.

Screw him and his stupid man pain!

He was a stubborn man with his head so far up his ass most days that he couldn't see what a good thing he has.

Felicity balled her first and swung at the punching bag she had taped a picture of Oliver's face to. Last night, after their weekly bad guy used her as a shield, he said he couldn't be with her because he was a danger to her and no good for her. He dared to say she would be better off without him! While punching the bag she let out a frustrated groan.

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid man!

Tears tracked down her face with each controlled punch. He loved her. She loved him. She knew their relationship wouldn't be easy; he's Oliver Queen. He wears his man pain on his sleeves. But this, breaking up with her, she hadn't expected.

Why did he even tell her he loved her if he was just going to break her heart? Why give her hope? Why look at her like she was everything to him?

She stopped hitting the bag and just leaned against it as her shoulders shook with her sobs. She was a mess. Crying over a man who was an ass. A complete and utter ass.

The door to their hideout opened and slammed shut. She turned and saw Oliver making his way down the stairs. His steps slowed when he saw her standing in front of the boxing bag. He pretended not to notice his slightly damaged picture.

"Felicity," he said cautiously.

She scowled at him as she wiped her face of the stupid tears she wasted on him. "What do you want Oliver?'

He walked over until he stopped in front of her. His heart clenched when he saw the tear stains on her face. He did this. He hurt her.

Felicity crossed her arms and glared up at him. "What Oliver?"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry?" She asked, feeling her anger building. "Sorry!"

He tried to reach up to rest his hand on her shoulder, but she stepped away, avoiding him. "You...you broke my heart last night and expect sorry to solve it all!"

"Felicity…"

"No Oliver!" She shouted. "I'm not going to brush this off." Tears welled in her eyes and she recalled his words. "Your hurt me."

He flinched at her words. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and hold her close.

"What's different from last night?" She asked. "How do I know the next time my life is in danger you won't break up with me again?"

He ran a hand across his shaved head and tried to find the words to assure her. "I was scaredlast night. This morning when I woke up, without you wrapped around me, I knew I made a mistake."

Felicity looked up into his eyes. They were anguished. Full of despair and regret. She loved him and knew he was scared most for those he loved. But could she do this? Could she handle those moments when he doubted his ability to keep her safe? When he thought it was better to break up with her than fight for what they have?

"I don't know Oliver," she said softly. "I love you, but you can't end things just because you're afraid."

He reached up again and was able to rest his hands on her shoulders. "I know. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I love you so much and the thought of you hurt because of me...I can't handle it."

Her heart ached for this man and all his stupid man pain. She felt some of her anger receding. "If you ever do this again, I will punch you in the face. And I can because Digg has been teaching me."

The corner of his mouth tilted up slightly at her words. "I won't try to stop you."

Uncrossing her arms she stepped closer until her breasts brushed against his chest. "This is our first fight."

He nodded his head. "As a couple."

"Yes as a couple." She brought her arms up until they circled his neck. "And guess what couples do after they make up?"

Oliver's eyes darkened at her words. Instead of responding, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and crashed his lips to hers. She responded immediately. She moaned as he drew her tongue into his mouth and his hands grabbed her ass. Her anger was still there, so soft and sweet wasn't going to work this time. She needed his teeth on her skin and his grip tight. She nipped his bottom lip before tracing his tongue with her own. He reached down and brought her legs up to wrap around his waist. He walked over to the training mats and set her slowly down.

"Fuck Felicity," he gasped when she broke away from their kiss and blazed a hot trail down his neck.

She gazed up at him with blue eyes overflowing with lust. "Fuck me Oliver."

He hardened even more at her words. They were crude and made him want to take her hard. Reaching down, he forced down her yoga pants along with her underwear. His hands snaked underneath her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. He leaned down and licked across her full breasts.

Felicity's head fell back and she worried her legs would give out on her. Feeling the tremble in her body, Oliver let go of her breasts and stepped away. She groaned at the loss of his body. He quickly stripped himself of his clothes, more than ready to slide into her slick heat.

"Lay down," he demanded.

She licked her lips at the growl in his voice. She lay back on the training mats and waited. He stood there, naked and hard, staring at her. She brought her hand up to her breasts and pinched her nipple. Oliver inhaled sharply as he watched her pleasure herself. Her other hand traveled down to her clit.

Oliver, beyond hard at this point, joined her on the mat and covered her body with his. She continued to touch herself as he spread her legs and plunged into her. Felicity's back arched off the floor as pleasure shot through her body. Her hands came to his back and gripped hard as her legs wrapped around his waist. Oliver, feeling more aggressive than usual, moved her hands from his back and held them down above her head. Felicity gasped, electrified by his grip.

"Oliver," she moaned.

He plunged harder and harder into her pussy. He leaned down and nipped her clavicle before returning to her lips and capturing her lips with his own. She groaned into his mouth, growing closer and closer to completion. She brought her leg further up his side, causing him to slide deeper into her warmth. A cry escaped her lips at the sharpness of the pleasure shooting through her body.

"Yes," Oliver groaned against her lips. "You like that?" Each word was punctuated by a twist of his hips. She arched into his body, wanting to be as close to him as she possibly could. His grip on her hip tightened, sure to leave a bruise. Her own mouth attacked his neck, determined to mark him and remind him who he belonged to.

Feeling his release building, he let go of her wrists and brought his hand down to her clit. He stroked her in time with his thrusts. That was all it took to make her tumble into hot oblivion. She cried his name as wave after wave of ecstasy burned through her veins. She pulsed around him, dragging his orgasm out. Oliver gripped her close, grinding into her as his release overtook him. Tears pricked his eyes as he realized he almost lost her because of his own stupidity. He couldn't lose her.

"Love you," he whispered into her ear.

She brought her hands to his face and brushed her lips against his. "I love you too."

They laid there, on the floor mats, wrapped in each other's arm, for awhile. After the heartache of last night and this morning, absorbing one another's scent and touch was needed. Being joined and close was needed. Just being Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak, two people in love, was needed.