Hello everyone who has taking some time to read my story. I wanted to thank everyone that left comments and critiques last week. Since this English is not my first language, any constructive critiques are welcome so I can improve my writing.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and see you at the end!

10- Alive

She was sitting in her favorite spot at the foundry, her fingers typing away in her computer's keyboard. She heard a noise coming from her back, quick steps in the metal staircase; she smiled when she saw that it was Oliver. He was coming down the stairs in a slight jog, his blue eyes fixed on her.

His expression was animated and he was wearing his leather costume, his hands put his hood down when he hit the bottom floor. His lips moved they way they normally did when he was asking her if she had found something relevant to their new mission, but she couldn't hear words, not until he came closer to her.

The sound of a sharpening object was all she could hear, and the cold of the warehouse that surrounded her. He was just feet away, his lips had stop moving, his eyes closed and when his lips opened a spit of blood came out hitting her face. A shimmering silver blade had come through his chest.

And she screamed his name loudly shaking in despair, but no sound came out of her mouth and his eyes didn't opened again.

"Felicity— is just a dream" a large hand was on her shoulder, shaking her to urge her to wake up. She felt a knot on her throat as her eyes fluttered open. She could see in between tears Oliver's face in front of her, illuminated by the soft light of a candle flame.

It took her a moment to realize they were both in the small bed in the log cabin. It was cold and she was still nuzzled under the covers. Oliver was just lying on top of the quilt, and his eyes looked troubled and tired as he looked at her.

"Just a bad dream" he repeated in a soft voice. His face was close; she could feel the warm coming through him and a wave of feelings overcame her. She though for a horrible moment she had lost him, and even though it had been brief it had completely tore her apart.

"Oliver— I had lost you" she said, her voice broken.

"I am here-" his voice was deep; the sound made her calm and she allowed herself to breathe easy once again.

She didn't think about it, in her sleepy state she raised her hand towards his face, touching the stubble on his cheek, her fingers trailed to his lips and he went still for a moment under her touch. She didn't know when he had decided to finally get in bed, how late it was, or if they will make out of that mess alive the next day, all she knew was that he was there alive and so was she.

She got lost in the deepness of his eyes. Her heart jumped inside her chest as she came closer to him, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss. She heard him hold his breath as her lips moved on top of his, then she felt his hand move down her arms, and he was kissing her back.

His lips moved with hers, first soft and then more forceful. Her skin was warm, and she felt a wave of desire run through her body, pooling in the pit of her stomach. Her arms wrapped behind his neck as he moved closer to her, his skilled tongue dancing around her mouth.

Her fingers teased his hair, traveling down the skin of his neck, down his bare back, tracing the scars around his shoulder blades. Their lips broke apart, breathing in for air, their eyes meeting for a moment in silence.

She could see that he was debating on what to do next, but she didn't want to overthink her feelings, for once she wanted to let it go, she wanted him to let go. But then he was pulling away from her slowly, rolling to his back. His breath was quick and she could see as his hands abandoned her body how he clenched them into fists, closing his eyes.

"Oliver..?" she was confused at first, still feeling her lips warm and raw, her heart pouncing inside of her chest.

"Yea?" he sounded more distant now; it was a mask that she knew well.

"Right…" it was all she said upset with a frown, she saw his eyes opening slowly, traveling towards her. Even though his voice had sounded cold, she could see his eyes were pained. She pressed her lips and rolled her eyes before turning to her side to give him her back.

It had been their first kiss, and her knees were still shaking from the effects of it. She had always dreamed of how Oliver tasted, or the way he might kiss her. Now that she knew she craved more, she wanted him even though her body ached, and she was tired.

She closed her eyes forcefully, trying to breath easily to appear to be sleeping when she really wanted to just walk out and get some air. She felt him move and then the weight next to her was gone, she didn't move but just heard him stepping away, the bathroom door opening and closing a minute later.

Even though she was upset a moment before, she smiled because she knew now how much her kiss had affected him. The fast beating of her heart didn't slow down. She sat on her spot sliding her legs out of the bed, wincing slightly as her feet hit the cold floor.

She walked quietly towards the bathroom, the door was not entirely closed and she could hear the water of the sink running. She opened the door slowly, letting the dim light of the bathroom wash over her. Oliver had both hands on each side of the porcelain sink, his head was slumped in between his shoulders and when he heard her come in he raised his head, eyes deep in emotion.

She never felt so nervous before, her legs were shaking not knowing really what she was hoping to accomplish. She saw him straighten up as he turned to face her, the bathroom seeming much smaller than she remembered.

He walked towards her, his steps were quick and before she could breathe out his name, his hand cupped one of her cheeks and his lips were on hers. She stumbled back and his other hand steadied her, her back hit the door closing it behind her. She gasped feeling the warmness of his body pressing against her.

His lips traveled down the skin of her neck, she could feel his arousal under his pants and her own needs made her press against his body. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his lips against her skin.

He groaned deeply when she moved against him, her center pressing both craving more skin. His hands grabbed the end of her shirt and started to pull it off over her head. She held her breath, embarrassed to be half naked in front of him for the first time. His eyes were filled with desire and the realization made her knees trembled. He kissed her hard, his hands traveling down her chest, cupping one of her breast softly, while his other hand was untying the strings of her pants.

The pants feel to the floor with a soft thump, and she moved her hips forward gripping against his pelvis once again, feeling drunk in desire. His lips abandoned hers, trailing the previous path down her neck towards her chest, she moaned when his lips tracing kisses down her chest while his hands went inside her panties in a smooth move.

She moaned loudly as the pleasure ran through her for the pit of her stomach down to her toes. She breathed out his name and his lips came to meet hers. Her hands played outside the rim of his sweatpants, feeling her heart pouncing strongly her hand finally came inside it finding what her heart had been racing for and as she stroked his length he let go of a soft groan that made her insides ache for him.

His wide hands grabbed her legs and helped her wrap them around his hips with a smooth fluid movement, he pressed her against the cold wall and while he kissed her neck his hands pulled aside her underwear just before going inside her.

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The rays of sun came through the curtains of the window; Felicity eyelids opened slowly and her vision sharpened slightly. She saw the wooden walls, the white curtains that moved with the slight breeze of the cracked window.

It took her a while to remember where she was, but the soreness on her body was a quick reminder. She took a deep breath and turned to her side, her arm flopping down heavily on top of the other side of the bed that was unmade but empty. She sat on her spot immediately, her heart racing.

"Oliver?" she asked, her voice panicked. She didn't know if all her memories from the night were true or just vague dreams and nightmares. She remembered soft lips, touches and running water from afar. Her cheeks flushed when the covers came down her chest to reveal her naked body.

She heard quick steps and the front door of the cabin opening quickly and she pull the covers up just in time before Oliver walked through the door. His face was alert and his eyes examined the place quickly, before stopping on her, she noticed his cheeks also flushed when his eyes met hers.

"Is everything alright?" she asked finally after a moment of silence, she was not exactly sure as to what exactly she was referring to, their moment last night or the fact that they had escaped kidnappers and where lost in the middle of nowhere.

"It doesn't look like our captors are in our trail, I have made several runs around the perimeter. I also got in touch briefly with Digg… he was running our location before the cellphone ran out of battery" she was glad that he had gone with the second option, she felt self aware, naked in front of him, barely covered by blankets, still smelling a lot of him in her skin.

He was wearing his clothes from yesterday, plus a thick beige jacket that they had found in the cabin the night before, it was a little too big for him but he still managed to look hot in a disheveled kind of way. She swallowed blushing more intensely as her though went back to the bathroom the night before. She needed to stay focused.

"Do you think he knows were we are?" she asked and she could tell by his expression he was not sure.

"He had been looking for us the hole day yesterday, the cops are on it as well. They found my car wrecked and a few signs that it wasn't a regular accident"

"Well that should make me feel better" Felicity said, but it didn't.

"I'm sure he will find a way to get to us, we can wait here until noon, if nothing has happened I say we head downhill, I have seen more signs of civilization heading west" he said, and she breathed out.

"The computers at the Foundry only take 1 minute to ping a GPS signal, maybe 3 if it's way out of reach—I am confident we will be fine" she said it, but wasn't sure she completely felt it. His blue eyes were fixed on her and she felt her rambly voice bubble in her throat.

"How long ago did you wake up? Did I let you sleep? This is a very small bed and well— I move a lot. I don't remember exactly when I fell asleep…" she said quickly and she could see one of the corners of his lips twitch up and a ghost of a smile.

"I slept fine" he assured her; his voice was soft and personal. She held the sheets around her body tighter and smiled slightly at him. He wasn't talking about it, but was not walking away either, and the though made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"I will get out of here so you can get dress" he said and she though she saw him blush again.

"Not that you haven't see me already" and now she was sure he was blushing and that made her smile broaden.

"I have more than just seen you" he said after a brief pause and with a last look and side grin he walked out of the cabin closing the door behind him, leaving her there with her heart racing inside her chest.

The day seemed cold and gray but it wasn't raining much, she walked out of the bathroom refreshed with her old clothes and her hair up in a ponytail. He was waiting outside sitting by the steps of the small porch, his elbows resting in his knees he turned to see her approach him.

"Your clothes dried?" he asked nonchalant and she nodded, taking a sit on the other side of the steps.

Now that it was bright out she could really see how beautiful the forest was, tall pine trees and ground covered with pine needles. There was a clearing where the house was and a clear hiking trail to the right, which she guessed went west.

"I would have never imagine this was this beautiful last night" she commented feeling peaceful in the quietness of the place, her eyes still fixed in the forest in front of her.

"Perfect for a little get away cabin in the middle of nowhere" he murmured, she turned to him and smiled.

"I wouldn't mind having one of these—if I was rich" he looked at her quietly for a moment.

"I guess so, ideal home to scream for a serial killer to show up at your doorstep" he said with one raised brow.

"Seriously rich boy, serial killer? You sure know how to kill the charm out something like this" she muttered shaking her head.

"Tell you what, after we find whoever did this to us I will take you to my family's vacation home" she turned to him once again blushing intensely, her heart jumping in her chest.

"I can't even picture how that will look like if this looks like a serial killer house to you" he smiled facing towards the forest.

"It will be more of a surprise then-"

It was then that she saw in between the trees of the trail a tall dark silhouette approach. Oliver got to his feet in a split of a second, his hand quickly drawing out the gun that was tucked away in the back of his pants.

Felicity got up with a yelp but a wave of relief washed over her to see it was Diggle, both hands raised up and a grin appearing quickly on his handsome face.

"John!" she ran so quickly towards him she was hugging him before she knew it. She was very glad to see him there, and to know they were going home safe and sound.

"Are you okay?" Diggle's protective voice was next to her ear and as she pulled back he examined the cut in her face, his brows furrowing and his deep eyes meeting Oliver who was now there as well.

"Glad you found us" Oliver said.

"They got you both good" Diggle said, his eyes checking Oliver's head wound.

"I am just glad we can go home now" Felicity said.

"I parked close to the town, the car it's just a few miles away—I didn't see any signs of whoever kidnapped you guys but I'd say it's better to get out of this shithole quickly"

"Better watch your mouth Diggle, this is Felicity's dream house" she turned to him with open lips and wrinkled brows.

"Just said it seemed like a nice vacation home" the three of them exchanged looks before laughing and a minute or two later they were off that place, to never come back again.

Felicity did look back and caught a glance of the chimney at a distance and remembered the night before and a broad smile reappeared on her face as they walked down the trail. She felt alive.

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And this one was steamy!

I know this one is a short chapter in comparison to my previous ones, but I didn't want to not publish one this week. I can't wait for next week's episode, and get the inspiration I need to write my next one. I hope you are holding up all right and enjoyed this little episode.

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