Hey! Thank you to everyone who is following this story. Sorry it's taken about a week to update. I've got a hefty major assignment on my hands that needs doing! But, as you know, I love Olicity and am handling the Arrow break as best as I can so I had to write more.

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The sun heated Felicity's cheek as Oliver watched her sleep. She slept very quietly and only moved a little in her sleep. She was lying on her unmarked side, her hair strewn all over her pillow. Oliver liked the smell of her hair; it was sweet and vibrant just like the girl in front of him. He brought his hand up, moving her hair away from her neck and her eyes fluttered open, followed by a lazy smile.

"Morning," Oliver said, his voice husky from sleep.

Felicity rolled onto her back, a little uncomfortably, and brought her hand over to his that sat wrapped around her waist. She smiled up at him just as her alarm went off on her nightstand, breaking the both of them out of their splendor.

"It's time to get up." She said sadly, reaching towards her alarm and turning it off. She looked back to Oliver who was smiling down at her, "What?"

"You're taking the next few days off and QC don't really need me there for another couple of hours." He said and leaned towards her, kissing her lips and then her neck as she tilted her head for him to go further. "Just relax."

"What about your meetings today?" Felicity asked, her voice smooth and sexy, the way Oliver had rarely heard it. His lips ghosted her jaw as his hand moved to the buttons on his shirt that she was wearing. It was her shirt now; it looked so much better on her.

"They've been pushed back for a very important meeting with my EA." He said, opening two of the buttons as he kissed along her collarbone, dragging his lips over her soft skin in the most spine tingling way.

Felicity laughed, "Everyone is definitely going to think we're sleeping with each other now."

Oliver's lips stopped on her skin and he brought his face to hers, "Well, we did just sleep together." He gave her a wolfish grin.

She rolled her eyes, "I know that," she said, "but we didn't…" she eyed him, trying to convey her message, "you know."

He nodded, "Let them think what they want." He said, one of his hands sneaking under the sheets and over her unmarked hip. "We know what we are to each other."

Felicity let out a breath and smiled, she didn't know why but she expected Oliver would want to hide their new relationship, if this was a relationship, if that's what he wanted. She started to doubt herself, would Oliver want her as more than his IT girl? She could never be loved as much as he loved Laurel, she thought. She wondered if Oliver would feel comfortable down sizing to her.

She shook the thoughts away, this was new, they'd kissed a couple of times and he cuddled her until she fell asleep. She knew Oliver wasn't the playboy he used to be but she wondered if he thought that kissing each other and sharing a bed meant that they would be exclusive, at least for the time being.

"And, what are we?" Felicity asked nervously.

"We're what ever you want to be, Felicity." He said, "But, I think it's safe to say we're much more than just friends." Her heart warmed at his words, "I want us to take our time though, I don't want to move too fast."

"Well, you already bedded me, Queen." She smirked and he dropped his head to her neck, his face buried in her shoulder.

"You might need to control me while you've still got those bandages on, I don't want to hurt you." He said, "But the second they come off, I want you to march into my office and lock the door so I can make out with you on my desk."

"Ohh!" Felicity laughed, "Can I do that thing like they do in the movies where all the stuff on the desk gets pushed on the floor?"

Oliver laughed, "Absolutely." He ran his hand up her side to sit just under her breast. "You can keep this shirt too," he undid another button, leaving only one more until the shirt was completely open and she was exposed, "it looks good on you."

"Thank you," She giggled and Oliver smiled, he loved it when Felicity laughed. He didn't get to hear it often. "So, if I'm having a sick day, what should we do?"

Oliver undid the final button on her shirt and looked over her torso. He heard her breath hitch and he liked that he had that effect on her. "I think we should change some of these bandages before we do anything else."

She nodded as he climbed out of bed and helped her up. She wasn't half as sore as she was the night before but she still appreciated the help from Oliver. He led her to the bathroom, slipping his shirt from her shoulders as he ran his hand down her back. He loved how smooth her skin was.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

She shook her head, "It's not that bad, not as bad as yesterday." She said looking as some of the minor scrapes on her body that weren't bandaged. They had scabbed over and were on the mend, she'd have to wait till the other bandages to come off until she could see what the damage was.

Oliver removed the bandages and started cutting some clean ones. "I'm just going to have a quick shower." Felicity said, turning to him with her breasts on full display, he tried not to be the guy that talked to a woman's breasts but he couldn't help but look at their perfection.

"Okay," he said in his husky voice as a sharp sensation shot downwards inside Felicity, a sensation that excited her and frustrated her at the same time. She knew Oliver wouldn't try anything with her until she was healed and less breakable. "I'll wait in your bedroom." He said, removing himself from her bathroom and sitting on her bed.

Moments later, Felicity emerged from a steam filled bathroom with a pale pink towel wrapped around her body. She walked towards her dresser and took out some underwear and an oversized t-shirt and took them into the bathroom. She put on the underwear and wrapped the towel back around herself as Oliver joined her.

He changed her bandages in silence, his fingers brushing her skin lightly as he went. Oliver helped her into her t-shirt walked her out into her lounge room. Barry's suitcase was still by the door, she wondered where he stayed the night before and wondered if he was all right.
"I called for pancakes to be delivered," Oliver said, noticing Felicity's attention to Barry's suitcase. "They should be here soon."

Felicity nodded, "Where do you think Barry went last night?" She asked, noticing how Oliver stiffened at the other mans name.

"Far away from here hopefully." Oliver said, "Although I doubt it, he left his stuff here so he'll probably come back for it."

"I don't think he meant to hurt me." Felicity said, sitting down on her couch.

"I agree, but he should have known to stay away from you. You could have gotten seriously hurt." Oliver said, joining her on the lounge just as there was a knock at her door. Felicity stood up as Oliver stopped her.

"You're not wearing pants, Felicity." He said, nodding his head at her smooth legs. "Just sit, I'll get it." He said and walked to the door, opening it only to gasp at the person standing there.

"Oliver," Felicity heard the familiar voice and went to go see who it was, only realizing when she got there that it was Barry.