A/N: Ok, so here's the next chapter. I had a lot of difficulty trying to decide who would be the one to get Felicity to turn her humanity back on, and hopefully everyone is happy with who I went with. Next chapter - JealousOliver, Felicity dealing with guilt and Laurel wants in on the team.

She groaned, her body aching. Where was she? The vervain was still in her system, but she could hear voices outside. She honed in on them.

"Roy, stop worrying. Keep that hidden," Oliver whispered. "The sun's about rise and she can't go anywhere. And Damon will be here by nightfall. I told him the situation. Dig and I will be back in three days. Tops."

Roy mumbled something that she didn't catch. "Here's one more vervain dart – the last one. Use it only once the sunsets. It'll keep her down until Damon gets here."

She looked down at her finger and her daylight ring was gone. She seemed to be in some sort of motel room. Felicity closed her eyes again, hoping the vervain would pass through quickly.

When she woke up this time, she felt vervain free and hungry. Roy was sitting in a chair by the window. He threw her a blood bag. "Eat up."

Felicity's eyes narrowed, "I'd much rather snack on something with a pulse. Abercrombie, you're looking mighty tasty."

She crawled on the edge of the bed and licked her lips at Roy. Roy rolled his eyes and opened the black out curtain, letting sun in. She screamed as it burned her skin. She scurried to the corner of the motel room where the sun didn't hit.

He got up and grabbed the blood bag. He tossed it toward her, while still standing in the sun. He sat back down in the chair and opened up the piece of paper, rereading it for the hundredth time.

"You're not going to close the curtains?" Felicity asked after finishing her blood bag.

Roy looked up from what he was reading and shook his head. "Nope, you can't drain me if I'm sitting in the sun."

She looked around the room, it was tiny. Two double beds. Crappy to the max. "Where's my ring?"

Roy ignored her, continuing to reread that damn piece of paper. "Hey Abercrombie," Felicity stood up. "Answer the question…"

Nothing. Total silence.

"You know, if you need help understanding the big words, I was an excellent tutor in high school and at MIT. I could probably explain whatever is on that page in 30 seconds out loud."

Roy crumpled the piece of paper, throwing it in the trashcan and glared at her. "You're kind of a bitch without your humanity, you know."

Felicity shrugged. "So, can I get my ring back?"

He laughed, grabbed his jacket and got up. "No. It's not here. You can't get it back until you turn it back on. I'm going to go out, get alcohol," Roy mumbled. "God knows I won't be able to handle the bitchy comments sober. I'll be back before sundown."

"And you're just going to leave me here?" She asked with an incredulous tone.

Roy closed the curtain and opened the door. "It's bright outside, you leave, and you burn. There's a TV. No phone, tablets, any electronics in here, other than the TV, so don't get any ideas. I packed you some extra clothes too. Over there."

He pointed to a black duffle. "Oliver and Dig won't be back for another two days… So Oliver, very reluctantly, called in reinforcements. Damon will be here soon. Just turn it back on Felicity."

He gave her a weak smile before closing the door.

Felicity walked over to where Roy was sitting and grabbed the balled up piece of paper out of the trashcan. It was a letter, hand written by Thea.

Roy,

I'm sorry. I just want to start off by saying, I love you. I probably always will love you. But right now, I can't be with you. I thought I could still be with you. I thought I could still be Thea Queen. But Thea Queen was trusting. I recently found out some things, things that everyone has been lying to me about – even you Roy. I appreciate you being honest with me, but you and I both know that it was a half-truth. You still continued to lie to me everyday. And I don't trust anyone in my life anymore. Thea Queen was also weak, and no matter what it takes I will be strong.

Don't try to find me. You won't. Even I don't know where I'm going. I only know one thing, I am NEVER coming back.

Thea

Felicity put down the letter. So that's what had Roy's boxers in a twist. She crumbled the letter back up, and tossed it back in the trashcan. Please, turn her humanity back on? That was the last thing she wanted to do. She didn't want to turn her emotions back on. She liked being free of everything that came with humanity. It was exhilarating. But she didn't want to stay cooped up in a motel room. She jumped on the bed and turned on the TV. It was time to start thinking of a plan to get out of here, before Damon got there.

Roy slammed the door of the motel room with 30 minutes to spare until sunset. He put the bottle of whiskey he snagged from what was left of Verdant on the table and opened the curtains as a precaution.

The shower was running and he sat down, playing with the vervain dart in his hand. The water turned off and Felicity stepped out wrapped a towel. She went through the black duffle before saying, "Hey, you're back. Oh and you brought booze. Can you pour me a glass?"

Roy's eyes darted around the room as she spoke, avoiding her wet towel wrapped body as he poured her a drink.

She watched him out of the corner of her eyes. He had the dart in his fist, she could tell by the way he was clenching it. He came over to her, with one hand wrapped around the dart and the other holding her drink.

She needed to feign ignorance for her plan to work. She took the drink from his hand, still holding the towel around her body. "You're so tense Roy… you need to get laid. That's kind of hard now though, with Thea gone."

Roy tensed up even more he took a step forward, dart ready in his hand. Felicity turned to him. "Put that dart down Roy. What do you think I'm going to do?"

Roy gulped. Oliver said not to trust her. She wasn't herself. "Um…"

Felicity took a gulp of her drink and let go of her towel letting it drop to the ground. "Oops…"

Roy eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropped and his mouth looked like it could catch flies. Felicity stood there in all her nakedness. He blushed when he realized he was staring and began to turn around. Felicity slammed him against the wall, causing the dart to drop to the floor.

She had her hand around is throat, holding him up, as she reached down and grabbed the vervain dart. "Let me just hold onto this," Felicity said in a fake sweet tone.

Roy choked out. "Felicity, come on." He gasped for air. "I can't breath."

Suddenly the door of the motel opened and Damon sped in and snapped her neck. Felicity's body crumbled to the floor and Roy slid down trying to catch his breath. Damon looked at a naked Felicity and then to Roy before saying, "Why is it that every girl who turns off their humanity using nakedness and sex as a tool of manipulation?"

Damon picked up Felicity and tucked her under the covers of the bed. Roy coughed once, then twice, catching his breath. "Hey, I didn't fall for it…" He reached out and grabbed the glass of whiskey left on the table and took a sip.

The vampire rolled his eyes at the younger man. "I'm sure that her boobs didn't cause you to falter and drop the vervain dart…"

Roy's ears turned slightly red. Damon sat down beside the blonde girl and pushed her hair behind her ears. He turned to Roy and said, "Thanks for all your help. You can go do whatever it is you vigilantes do. I'll take care of her."

Roy mouth fell open in shock at the obvious dismissal. He took a step forward, "Hey I know you're her sire, or whatever… but I'm one of her best friends…"

"Her WHAT?"

"Sire… the one who created her… her and I watch a lot of Buffy…" Roy mumbled, trailing off.

Damon got up and walked over to Roy, towering over him "Listen up Hollister," Roy scoffed at Damon's nickname. "How stubborn is your best friend? On a scale of 1 to 10?"

Roy gulped. "7ish, on a good day. But when she makes up her mind, there's no changing it."

Damon slowed down his next words to make a point, "Awesome. I've done this before. With a girl who was a 10, all the time. It took a month to get her humanity back on. I plan on trying many things to get Felicity to turn her humanity back on, one of which being, torturing her." Roy's eyes widened. "So you don't want to be around for this. So leave."

Roy nodded quickly running out to his car. Damon sped back over to where Felicity was laying. He whispered, "Oh Felicity…"

Felicity opened her eyes and groaned. She was in a nicer room than before, from what she could tell. "Good morning," Damon's voice sang out from the bathroom.

Felicity looked beneath the covers. She was no longer naked, but rather in a long t-shirt and underwear. She didn't seem to be in a hotel room anymore. But something about where she was seemed familiar. She slipped out of the bed and walked over to the curtains. She pushed it slightly aside and sunlight came blaring through. "Fuck," she whispered, as the sun burned her skin. She took a step back and frowned.

"You snapped my neck? Kind of a dick move," She yelled out.

Damon came into the room, wearing boxer briefs and unbuttoned jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips. He wore his usual smug smirk, and his hair was still wet.

"You were about to choke the life out of one of your supposed best friends. Once you get that pesky humanity switch back on, you'll be glad I did."

He grabbed a blue v-neck and threw it own. Felicity took a step forward. "Not a chance, I like not having those pesky little emotions anymore," She closed her eyes and tried to listen for human heartbeats, but couldn't hear any. "So how about some food? I'm hungry."

His eyes twinkled and he threw his head back and chuckled. "I didn't think this was going to be easy. It never is when it comes to the beautiful women in my life."

"If this is going to turn into some sad story about Elena and how you lost her, can we please get some blood first? I'm going to need the energy to hear you whine again. Hey, maybe you should flip your switch…" Felicity traced his muscles. "We could have fun together."

Damon grabbed her wrist, and cracked it. She gasped in pain. He narrowed his eyes, "No blood for you. How does that make you feel? Angry? Annoyed? Feel something Felicity."

She grabbed her wrist back and snapped the bones back into place, wincing. "I feel hungry Damon. Freaking hungry."

Damon and her glared at each other for a good 2 minutes, before he went over his bag and started to rummage through it. He mumbled under his breath about stubborn women, before throwing something to her. She caught it. It was a blue lapis necklace. "Put it on, and some real clothes. We're going out. And if you try anything, I will not hesitate to snap your neck again."

"The Queen mansion, really?" Felicity asked at whatever dive bar they were at. "That's where we're staying?"

Damon had compelled the bartender to hand over shot glasses and the bottle of bourbon. He poured her a shot and himself one. "Your boyfriend, when he called me all torn up and worried, said that once I got here, could use his place since half the hotels in Starling City were destroyed by whatever went down. I mean after I agreed to get on a chartered plane and get here as quickly as possible and get your humanity back on."

Felicity downed the shot and reached over to pour another. "He's not my boyfriend," She said in a matter of the fact tone. Damon gave her a pointed look before taking the bottle from her and refilling his shot glass. She caught her reflection in one of the mirrors hanging on the bar, and she looked like a druggies that needed a fix – a blood fix.

She turned to Damon and slid forward on her bar stool. She wanted to get a rise out of Damon, distract him, so she could snack on someone in the bar. "How's Elena? Which brother is she into this week?"

Damon's cocky facade fell for a second, and hurt was plastered across his face. He shook it off quickly, his smirk back in place. He took another shot and looked like he was deep in thought.

Finally he turned to her, "You were right you know. Humanity is for losers. So let's do this, just for tonight…"

He lied slightly. Let her have her fun, and he'd control her to make sure she wouldn't kill. Then get her to turn her emotions back on tomorrow.

Felicity looked skeptical. "Really? I don't believe you."

Damon got up and wrapped his arms around her waist. He turned her barstool and made it face everyone else in the bar. "How about this…Choose your meal," He whispered into her ear.

Felicity eyes scanned the bar. There were some guys playing pool. A couple making out in the corner. Other random people just drinking, talking. Then her eyes landed on a girl sitting on a barstool by herself drinking a fruity cocktail. She wasn't stand out attractive, but in no ways ugly. She had a round face with olive skin and auburn hair. "Her," Felicity said.

Damon's eyes followed Felicity's focus. He grinned, his hands playing against Felicity's side. "Okay, should I do the honors?"

Felicity shrugged. "If you think you've got the skills…"

Damon laughed before grabbing another shot and downing it. "Oh babe, you've seen my skills. Give me five minutes."

"Compulsion is cheating…"

"I don't need compulsion," Damon smirked. Felicity watched as Damon walked, well more like sauntered over to the girl sitting at the end of the bar by herself. She tried to listen in, but there was too much noise. He whispered something into the girl's ear, and she blushed. He kissed her hand, locking eyes with her. He pointed to her drink and she shook her head no. He then took a piece of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

She watched Damon work his magic. Finally the girl grabbed her clutch and Damon put down a $20 bill on the bar. He started to follow her toward the back, when he turned around and winked.

Felicity rolled her eyes and downed one more shot before getting off her barstool and following. She walked out the back door of the bar, into the dingy alley where Damon was kissing the girl's neck.

The auburn haired girl was giggling and said, "Damon, where's you car… come on. We can't do this out here…"

Felicity walked toward them and said, "It was 6 minutes actually. I calculated."

Damon had the girl boxed in against the wall. He looked up and grinned. "Of course you did. I must be losing my touch."

The young girl looked confused. "Who's this? I thought you said we were going back to your house…"

Felicity had reached them and she fake smiled. "Felicity Smoak."

"Don't scream. Don't run. Don't make a sound," Damon said using his compulsion. He went back to kissing her neck, but his eyes trained on Felicity.

"Felicity is a friend," he mumbled out in between kissed to her neck. Felicity watched as he went from a light kiss to fanging out and biting into the girl's neck. He pulled away, blood coating his mouth and then pulled Felicity closer.

"I was being serious about a night of no humanity Felicity. Did I pass your test? Go ahead, taste her."

Felicity instead grabbed Damon and kissed him, tasting the girl's blood off his lips and mouth. He groaned into the kiss. Felicity then pulled away, her fangs out and sank them into the girl's neck. She began to drink, and drink.

Finally Damon pulled her away and whispered to the girl, "Go home, forget everything that happened tonight. You came to a bar, got wasted, hurt your neck but you can't remember how."

The girl repeated his words back to him and walked away. Felicity sighed. "Well there goes our fun."

Damon's eyes twinkled, "Oh but there's so much more fun to be had."

She was high, on blood. This is what it must feel like. Her and Damon stumbled into the mansion after feeding. So many people, so much compulsion, so much power. She was back in the guest room she had woken up in earlier that day. She wore one of Damon's button down's and nothing else.

He walked into her room wearing boxer briefs and nothing else and let out a groan. "You're wearing my clothes on purpose, aren't you?"

Felicity shrugged. "Well since tomorrow you go back to trying to get me to flip my switch, I thought, why not have fun tonight."

He sped pining her down on the bed. "You think you're pretty smart but, one time when I flipped my switch, I tried the whole sleeping with someone to outsmart them. I'm not going to fall for it."

Felicity gave an innocent look. "Who says that's what I'm doing? Maybe I'm just horny and I remember how good you were in bed."

Damon let her go and sighed. He rolled over on the side of the bed and laid next to her. "I'm not sleeping with you. So why don't you tell me what happened instead."

"What happened?"

"Yeah, what caused you to flip the switch? What's going on between you and Oliver? Just talk…"

Felicity started talking without any emotion or feelings, just explained the facts. "So we were up against a super army hyped on this drug and their creator or leader or whatever, he had a personal vendetta against Oliver. So he took Laurel, the love of Oliver's life. We had a cure for this drug, so I came up with the plan to trick Slade, and make him think he took the wrong girl. I was bait with the cure," Felicity said without taking a breath. "I didn't count on Slade knowing I was a vampire, or having vervain. He left me alone with a guard, and I overpowered the guard and drained him. Flipped the switch, stuck the cure in Slade. A win for Team Arrow."

Damon watched her carefully. "And so was it really just a plan? Were you really just bait, or did Slade really take the wrong girl?"

Felicity turned to him. "Oh Damon, you're trying to use whatever feelings I used to have to Oliver to turn my emotions back on… I can see right through your tricks."

Damon turned to his side too so they were facing each other. "Someone one told me love is the strongest emotion of them all."

Felicity felt something familiar about the saying but ignored it. Pushed it back down. "Yeah. Sure."

Damon leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and whispered. "I'm sorry…" He stuck a vervain filled syringe into her leg quickly. She fell asleep.

"Pain and torture route it is…"

She woke up tied down to a chair. She looked around her. Below her chair was tarp and the room she was in was dark minus the little bit of sunlight peeking through the curtains. Her eyes adjusted to the sunlight quickly. She tried to move but was too weak. "You have way too much vervain coursing through your body right now to get out of any vervain soaked ropes," Damon said standing next to her with a fire extinguisher and some stakes.

"What are you doing?" She whispered.

"I can't get you to think about love, let alone feel it. Maybe when Oliver gets back into town later today we can try again with that emotion. But now I'm going for the fear, rage emotions."

Damon grabbed a stake a plunged it into her thigh. Felicity let out a loud scream, tears coming down the side of her face. She turned to Damon, "So you're going to torture me," She growled out in pain.

Damon bent down so he was leveled with her. "Yup. Till one of those wretched little emotions start to resurface."

He got up and opened the blackout curtain in the living room, letting the sunlight hit her bare legs. She screamed out in pain. "Ahhhhh…."

Oliver was exhausted. Him and Dig arrived into Starling City a few hours earlier than expected. As soon as they hit the ground, Dig asked if Oliver needed him to go back to the mansion with him because if not he wanted to see Lyla. Oliver told Dig to go see his girl.

Oliver zipped through the streets of Starling City. There was so much mayhem still leftover from Slade's attack. He stopped at a red light and closed his eyes. He hoped Damon had gotten Felicity to turn on her humanity. When he walked into that room and saw Slade holding a sword to Felicity's neck, his heart dropped. And then when Slade started talking and he saw the blank look in Felicity's eyes, he realized what she had done, turned off all her feelings.

After his fight with Slade, all he wanted to do was make sure Felicity was all right, but she wasn't his Felicity. Her eyes were dead. She was acting like a stranger. She jabbed at his past. And he had to get on a plane to get Slade to Lian Yu. He couldn't take her with him to the island and he couldn't stay, so he did the only thing he could think of: call the one person he really didn't want in her life, but the only person that could help her – Damon.

He pulled up his motorcycle at the house and parked it out front. He walked up to the front door, a little nervous on what he was going to find. Oliver opened the door and the first thing he heard was her screams.

He immediately dropped his helmet in the foyer and ran to where her screams were coming from. "Felicity!" He yelled out as he climbed the stairs.

The screaming stopped and Damon came out of one of the guest rooms. He closed the door behind him. "Look who's back early," Damon said cheerfully, blocking the door.

Oliver tried to side step him and get him, but obviously Damon was faster. Oliver let out an Arrow growl. "Damon, let me in."

Damon patted him on the shoulder. "Hey man, I know you care about her a lot, but I think it would be better if you let me handle this part of the entire trying to get her to flip her switch back on thing."

"Oliver," Felicity's voice called weakly.

Oliver's eyes widened and he once again tried to push past Damon. Damon pushed him back. "It's a trick. She's really good at those, trust me."

"You don't know that," Oliver spat. His eyes were filled with anguish. "Let me just see her, I'll stay in the corner while you do your thing."

Damon's eyes narrowed. "Ok, if I let you in that room, you're not going to get in my way or stop me while I torture her…"

"Torture her?" Oliver choked out in distress.

Damon gave him a deadpanned look. "This is why you shouldn't go in. Who's the 200 year old vampire here? I've done this before Oliver. She'll heal."

Oliver nodded. "Just before you start your…" he swallowed. "… torturing again. Let me talk to her."

Damon held up 5 fingers before stepping aside. Oliver walking into the dark room and Damon flipped on the lights. He let out a gasp at the site of Felicity. All the furniture was pushed to the side, tarp was laid on the ground and she sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair with her head down. She was wearing only a man's button down. He hoped it wasn't Damon's.

Two wooden stakes were stuck inside her thighs. Blood was dripping down her bare legs onto the tarp. There was a fire extinguisher on the ground. His eyes went to the closed window and he realized what Damon had been doing. He wanted to throw up. She finally looked up and stared at him with dead, emotionless eyes.

"Oliver, have you come to save me?" She asked with some amusement behind her voice.

Oliver walked over to her, grabbed a spare chair and sat in front of her. "I'm going to try Felicity."

His eyes kept going to the blood dripping out from the stakes. He reached over and yanked one out of her leg. She groaned in pain as the wound started to heal. He tossed the stake to the side. He then reached over and grabbed the other stake out. Damon walked over and picked up the stakes. "Remember, five minutes," he said.

Felicity looked from Damon and then to Oliver. "Aw how sweet, both of you, working together. For little old moi?"

Damon chuckled and Oliver shot him a glare. He leaned forward in his chair. "Felicity, listen to me. I know you're scared, to feel everything again, because of what you did, what you had to do," Oliver said in a comforting voice. "But you didn't do anything wrong. The man you killed, he was on death row Felicity. He was a serial rapist and murder. No immediate family. I'm not saying that it's okay to just kill, but everybody makes mistakes, especially newborn vampires, right Damon?"

Oliver looked to Damon for help. Damon was smirking in a corner, but he immediately nodded and replied. "Yup."

Felicity laughed, straight out laughed. "You think I'm not turning back on my emotions because I'm scared of guilt? Or pain?"

She leaned forward in her chair so she was inches away from Oliver. "Having emotions and feelings was exhausting. Always worried about this or that. About which Lance sister you screwed this week. About whether or not I took too much blood from this person. About being the person IT support for the Arrow. It was just exhausting," Felicity spat.

"Liking you, having feelings for you and reassuring you every day you insecure little wannabe hero… all of it was so freaking exhausting," Felicity said with a laugh.

Oliver looked like he had been slapped. He got up from the chair immediately. Damon patted him on the back. "Don't take it too personally man. She doesn't mean it."

Felicity turned to Damon, "Actually Damon, SHE can speak for herself. Oliver, you want me to turn on my humanity for you. Not for me. So you can have your perfect little IT girl back. The one that believes in you, supports you, boosts that ego of yours. The one that gets treated like a doormat…"

Oliver's face was contorted in pain. Damon stepped forward. "That's enough!"

Felicity turned to Damon and raised her eyebrow. "And you. Acting like a know it all. I'm not Elena. Okay? You can't save me like you did her. I'm not yours to save. If you wanted me to be yours to save, maybe you should have fucked me last night instead of vervaining me."

Damon walked over to the window. "I've had enough of this, haven't you Oliver?"

Oliver's was shocked when Damon threw open the curtain and Felicity's skin burned. She screamed out in pain. After a few seconds, he closed the curtain and her began to heal, very slowly. But before all her burns could heal, Damon had sped over to her and stuck the stake into the stomach. "Feel anything yet?"

Oliver wanted to grab her out of that chair and never let anyone hurt her again, but he promised Damon he wouldn't interfere. He got up and walked out the door. "Call me when you get her to turn it back on."

Damon nodded and twisted the stake, causing her to scream out again. Oliver closed the door behind him, and tried to drone out her screams.

Felicity must have passed out from the pain or vervain or both. She woke up and she was in the foundry, sleeping on the cot. She looked around confused.

Oliver and Dig must have cleared everything out, because despite some damage, the training area was open. She saw Oliver and Laurel on the training mat, working on Laurel's defensive moves.

Felicity wondered how she ended up here. She looked up at the training mat again and saw Oliver had pinned Laurel down to the ground. And suddenly they were kissing. Felicity jumped up and cleared her throat.

Both of them sprung apart. "Sorry Felicity, we didn't realize you had woken up," Laurel said sheepishly.

Felicity's felt a jab at her heart. "Oliver… I thought… I didn't realize you and Laurel…"

Oliver wrapped his arms around Laurel and smiled. "Me and Laurel what? We're soulmates Felicity. I love her and only her."

Felicity had tears in her eyes. Laurel looked to her, "Oh sweetie, did you really think that he meant it when he told you he loved you?"

Oliver looked right at her and Felicity was crying. "Oh she did Ollie. She actually thinks you love her."

Oliver chuckled. He then turned to Laurel and kissed her. He reassured her. "She's just bait, IT help, nothing else to me…Useless really. I could have cared less if Slade killed her."

Felicity woke up with a start. She was back in the chair at the Queen mansion. She took deep breaths in and out. She turned to Damon who relaxing in a big loveseat with a book.

"You did that?" Felicity said accusingly.

Damon raised an eyebrow and asked innocently, "Did what?"

"Got into my head, controlled my dreams."

Damon put the book down and grabbed a half full glass of scotch. He took a sip and said, "And how did that dream make you feel?"

Felicity looked up at him. "Unrealistic. So how'd you make your dear Elena turn her humanity back on?"

Damon swirled his drink slightly, his eyes darkening. "I snapped her best friend slash ex-boyfriend's neck. Right in front of her. I stopped playing nice and finally gave her something to feel sad about."

Damon left the part about how it was all a ploy and that said best friend, Matt, wore a ring that allowed him to come back to life as a human because the look on Felicity's face was priceless. "So how about you turn your emotions on before I call Roy or something over here and snap his neck?"

Felicity surprised him yet again. She began to giggle. "You snapped the love of your life's best friend's neck and yet you wonder why you guys can't seem to work it out."

Damon sat back and sighed taking a sip of his drink. "I've also snapped her brother's neck," he said nonchalantly.

"But see I'm nowhere close to done with you Felicity," Damon said injecting her with a little vervain.

She started to doze in and out of consciousnesses when she felt him creeping into her brain again.

"You look beautiful," Oliver smiled walking up behind her in the kitchen. Felicity giggled and turned around. He obviously wasn't wearing a shirt, just sweatpants that sat low on his hips.

"Must be the never aging thing," Felicity said dropping a kiss on his lips. "I'm making blueberry pancakes and eggs for my two favorite boys."

Oliver stuck a finger in the pancake batter and brought it up to his lips. "Hmmm… Yum and where is your other favorite boy?"

Felicity hit his finger with a spatula. "I was talking about Dig and Drew, who are outside playing basketball."

Oliver gave a pouty look. "So where do I rank on this list of favorites?"

Felicity's eyes twinkled, "Top 10, maybe…"

He leaned over and grabbed her, his one hand playing with her hips and the other wrapped in her hair. "Is there anything I can do to move my name up the list slightly, Mrs. Queen…?" Oliver asked kissing her neck.

Felicity was brought back to reality again. "Psychological torture, this is new Damon."

Damon leaned forward and grinned. "I was just showing you that I can make happy moments… do you want to see the bad ones?"

Felicity was in front of a mirror now, blood dripping down her face. On the ground behind her were Roy, Oliver, Sara and Dig – all with their throats torn open. She had done this. She had drunk them dry and killed them. "You're a monster…" She whispered to herself.

Felicity opened her eyes again. "Stop!" She said with some rage behind her tone.

Damon clapped his hands. "There we go. Rage, I love rage."

Damon's phone was ringing and he grabbed it. He turned to her and said, "I'm going to take this. I'll be right back."

She didn't know where he went or for how long, but when he came back, he came back even more pulled down. He threw his phone across the room and let out a light growl.

"Trouble in paradise?"

He was rubbing his hand through his hand and sighed. "That would imply that we were ever in paradise to begin with. The entire situation is shitty and I'm done with it."

He turned to her and something shifted in his gaze. His eyes were now filled with a combination of tension and such intense lust. He needed a release.

"I'm going to give you blood and then I'm going to fuck your brains out, okay?" Damon said in a low seductive voice.

Felicity bit her lip and nodded. Damon cut open her ropes and passed her a blood bag. She drank greedily and turned to him, "So you're just cutting me free?"

Damon had her up against the wall in two seconds and was ravaging her neck with kisses, sucking on pressure points here and there. "It's still daylight outside, and I need this… we'll deal with what your friends need/want later."

Felicity moaned. She lost herself in Damon.

He was holding onto her and everything, all the emotions finally overtook her. "How does it feel?"

She gasped, trying to get a grip on all her emotions rushing back in. Tears were in her eyes. "I killed a man Damon," she cried out.

Damon wiped her tears with his thumb and kissed her temple. She continued, "I was so cruel, to everyone. Oliver, Roy, Sara, Laurel, you…"

"Hey, hey, hey… shhhh…" Damon whispered. "What you did was nothing, nothing compared to what my brother, or I or anybody else I've known has done on a anti-humanity binge. I know it's a lot at once, just concentrate on one feeling…"

Felicity smiled through her tears. Damon chuckled. "Who knew a little orgasmic blood sharing would overwhelm you and flip your switch? I would have skipped all the torturing had I known that…"

Felicity blushed thinking back to how it happened.

Damon and her were on round three and had finally made it to the bed. It was hours later and Felicity was vervain free and blood bag happy. The first time he fucked her against the wall and then against the dresser. This time they were on the bed and she was taking control.

Felicity rolled over on the bed so she was on top, her fingernails teased his naked thighs, raking up and down. She broke skin on his thigh and he groaned arching up. She broke the finger to her mouth and tasted his blood and licked her lips. At that moment, Damon was putty in her hands. She lowered her mouth on him, licking him at first, before taking him in. He titled his head back more into the pillow. She continued to bob, up and down as her hands cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm. "God, Felicity… I need…."

She smiled wickedly, pulling away and then lifting her hips and sinking down on top of him. All he could feel was her. She arched her back and her hips began rocking against him in circles.

Damon's hands came up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. He then pulled his body up so he was sitting up and her legs were wrapped around his waist. He began thrusting up; his rhythm building while his mouth was sucking on her nipple.

He could feel that she was close in the way her walls clenched around him. Damon slowed down, pulling his mouth away from her breast and kissed her. She whimpered at the slowing down. "I'm so close…"

Damon smiled lazily. He kissed her neck and whispered, "I want to taste you."

Felicity arched her neck back, giving him permission and Damon sped up again. He kept kissing her neck and when she came with a string of curse words tumbling out of her mouth, he bit into her neck, her blood flowing into his mouth. He loved the taste of her. When he felt her fangs on his shoulder, he groaned, thrusting faster and when she bit into him, he fell over the edge as well. Both of their bodies were trembling. He stayed inside of her, and Damon licked the closing wound on her neck. He pulled away and saw so much emotion flood Felicity's face. And then, tears began to fall down her face.

It had seemed he had fucked her switch back on. The entire thought made him want to laugh, but instead he held onto her as she realized everything that had happened.

A/N: Olicity shippers, please don't sent me hate mail. Blood sharing between vampires is super personal and emotional. I originally had Oliver as the one helping her flip her switch, but my mind kept going back to this. So I wrote it. Damon will be in the next chapter as well, giving us a big look into everyone's favorite - Jealous Oliver. There will also be a big turning conversation between Oliver and Felicity - not going to say if it's going to be for the better or for the worse. Once again - slow burn is the KEY here. Olicity will end up together, eventually. :)