Well, here you have it. The next chapter to Black Smoak. Things are going to get a little bit sweet for Felicity and Slade.

Warning: this chapter will contain sexual content.

Enjoy

Felicity now fought with Slade over the bed space. Indeed, he let her sleep alone in his bedroom because she was injured but it didn't meant that she could be territorial. It was his house. Slade wanted to sleep in his room and of course, he was going to allow Felicity sleep on his bed. He would keep his distance from her if it made her comfortable. The reason why he didn't want to put her in the guest bedroom is because of Isabel. He didn't want Isabel to find out about Felicity being here in Merlyn Mansion. However, Felicity objected at the idea of sleeping in the same bed with him. She was still stubborn as always.

After a while arguing, Felicity ended up losing the fight. She was disappointed because she never lost an argument. It was unfair. So Slade was on the bed...and Felicity was on the floor. It was the middle of the night. Slade was flipping the channels on the TV, the only thing illuminating the darkened room. There was nothing on TV. Just the same channels.

"Why don't you put on Netflix?" Felicity asked him, already getting tired of him changing the channels, "There's bound to be something on Netflix to watch. If you have Netflix that is. Do you even know what Netflix is?"

"I know what it is. Who has the remote here though?" Slade was already getting tired of bickering with her but he was also getting tired of flipping channels as well. Sighing, he turned on Netflix and searched for anything to watch. "Do you watch this show called Walking Dead?"

"You've never seen The Walking Dead before?" she asked in surprise.

"I didn't have a TV or cable on Lian Yu," he said bluntly.

"Oh right, sorry," she apologized but snickered.

"Is there something you find funny?" Slade asked.

"I just find it funny that you have to catch with everything that happened in twelve years," she giggled, "You have to watch a lot of good TV shows that aired while you were gone."

"I do not see how that is funny, Miss Smoak."

Felicity gulped. It seemed that his sense of humour had a limit.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "Forget I said that. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Just put the show on and forget I said that."

Without another word, Slade put on The Walking Dead show Felicity recommended him. Slade noticed that Felicity was not in favour of monster movies. He looked over the bed and saw her covering her eyes at each scary part of the show where the zombies now called Walkers were eating the victims.

"You're being pathetic down there, you know that, right?" he chuckled.

"Haha, very funny," Felicity said, "Okay, yeah, nope. You win. I am so not sleeping on the floor tonight. Move over."

Still laughing, Slade moved to the other side of the bed and Felicity jumped on the bed, quickly hiding herself under the bedspread. She always forgot how much she hated zombie movies. It always gave her nightmares. Why the fuck did I recommend that to him?

Felicity never liked zombie movies. She remembered her father putting them on a lot and scaring the shit of her. She would be waking up in the middle of the night crying and would hide under the bed with her Raggedy Anna doll. She remembered hearing her father imitating the zombie sounds to scare her, to torment her. It worked. Evelyn would kick him out of the house for the many times Colton tormented Felicity.

Blood. So much blood. Felicity remembered seeing the blood dripping down her mother's wrists. The knife in her hands. Blood. So much blood. "Mommy killed herself," she remembered saying to the 9-1-1 call. "Mommy killed herself." It kept echoing inside her head. "Mommy killed herself. Mommy killed herself. Mommy killed herself. YOU KILLED HER."

"Miss Smoak."

Felicity gasped when she heard Slade's voice. She realized her hands were covering her ears to block her thoughts out and tears streamed down her cheeks. She was shaking, a lot. Slade was staring at her with concern.

"I'm turning off the TV," he said but Felicity immediately objected.

"No, just put on something else," Felicity took a few deep breaths. Slade nodded before putting on The Twilight Zone. It was a more decent show to watch. Felicity liked The Twilight Zone. It was a lot entertaining than The Walking Dead.

"I'm sorry if that uneased you," Slade apologized.

Blood. So much blood. "Mommy tried to kill herself." Raggedy Ann.

"No, it's not you Slade," Felicity shook her head, "I – I really need to go to sleep. Maybe it might calm me down. W-where are my pills?"

"Your pills?" Slade stood up from the bed and walked over to his dresser. Slade was wearing his boxers and white wife-beaters. "You mean, Hypnocil? Pills that are dream suppressers?" He looked over at Felicity's shocked face. "I've researched about Hypnocil. I know why you're taking them. I am just concerned about the side effects." He took out the pills from his dresser and made them rattle in his hands.

"I'm handling it," she stammered, "Please give them back. I really need them."

"Of course, love," Slade nodded before tossing the pills onto the bed. She took two of them before putting them on the nightstand next to her. She was already feeling the effects of the medication taking over her.

She laid back down on the bed. She didn't even bother brushing her teeth. She just wanted to sleep without having nightmares where her father would attack her and she would never wake up again. Slade had placed a pillow between them before lying back down on the bed himself. Felicity looked at the yellow pillow before looking over at Slade.

"You don't have to do that, you know," she said.

"I thought it might make you feel more comfortable," Slade figured.

"…I'm sorry for hitting you in the face like that, Slade," she apologized again.

"It's all right," he said while looking at the ceiling. "I know you were too afraid. I probably scared you."

"…Actually, it's not you I was scared of, Slade," she admitted for once in her life, "It's my father I'm scared of. He…used to touch me a lot when I was a little girl. He had a very particular taste for children but he considered me as his favourite, even at my age now. Most pedophiliacs lose interests when the child becomes of age. My father was one of those people but he never lost interest in me. Even now, he wants me for himself and doesn't want anyone getting in his way, not even you. Now I'm too scared to be touched by another man. I was still when I had my first time with Cooper. He was my boyfriend before he...He's gonna come after you next, you know that, do you?"

Slade simply stared at her with a pitiful eye. A tear ran down her cheek and he reached a hand to wipe it away. She looked so wounded. So sad. So fragile. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to kiss her head. But kept his distance in order not to scare her.

"I know," he sighed. Sara Lance was not the last victim. There would be more.

Felicity then offered him the Hypnocil pills. At first Slade refused. He didn't think he needed them. But Felicity insisted, almost pleadingly.

"Do it for me, please," she begged, "I don't think I can sleep without thinking that you might die tonight in your sleep."

"All right," Slade finally complied and took the Hypnocil pills even if didn't want to. What made it frustrating was that none of them took water to drink down the pills. "…I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Miss Smoak."

"You know, you surprise me, Slade," she said, "First, you came here to Starling City to torture Oliver by taking away the people he loves. You first kidnapped Thea. You took away his company. And then you killed Moira which was a whole new level of low if you ask me."

"Oh, Felicity Smoak, you have no idea how far I would have gone," Slade continued saying. "I would have done a lot worse. Believe me. Killing Moira was a regretful decision but I feel I gave her an act of mercy by simply stabbing her in the heart instead of torturing her and Thea in front of Oliver. I also wanted to hurt you as well to hurt Oliver."

"And yet here I am in bed with you…Well, not with you with you. I mean, lying down next to you. Urgh, why can't I shut up for once in my life.?" She placed her hands to her face and groaned in embarrassment. Slade simply chuckled in amusement. "We should probably get some sleep. You don't mind leaving the TV on, right? I sometimes sleep better when the TV is one. I like hearing people talking on that little magic box."

"Very well then," he smiled.

Of course, I still might not get much sleep tonight, she thought to herself as she curled up in a ball and turned her back on him. She almost brought up the incident with her boyfriend Cooper Seldom. She loved him. She almost couldn't believe he would do something like that to avoid trial. That was such a cowardly thing to do. And it wasn't the fact he killed himself but it was the way he killed him. People say that he hanged himself in the prison but Felicity knew the truth. She saw him across the glass. Cooper abandoned her just like her mother did. It should have been me.

She was never afraid of being touched by Cooper, only when it was her first time. She wasn't afraid of being hugged by Oliver or Diggle. Of course, she was a little afraid of being touched by Count Vertigo when he kidnapped her. But the fear she felt towards the Count was nothing compared to the fear she felt towards her father. All the memories she kept having of him harassing her kept interfering with her work and lifestyle. She could no longer work properly as the Team Arrow's computer girl or the department's I.T. girl. She didn't even report sick. I'm so going to get fired for this.

She didn't want to be scared of Slade but she already was. Not because it was Slade, but it was because of her father, because of what he might do to her and Slade. She didn't want to have that feeling anymore. She didn't want to be scared. Shuddering, she used her trembling hands to pull down the boxers Slade gave her. She wasn't wearing anything under them. She would probably regret her decision.

Slade had removed his eye-patch, exposing his grotesque gasping socket that looked like it got spooned out like a jack-o-lantern, and closed his eye. It didn't take more than 30 seconds when felt the bed shift and heard footsteps walk around his bed. She felt a presence next to his bed and opened his eye to see Felicity standing next to his bed. She looked anxious, with her arms cross. And Slade immediately noticed that she was not wearing the boxers he gave her. She stood half-naked before him.

"May I ask what the meaning of this is?" he groaned as he sat up from the bed.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," she said while looking down at the floor, her voice shaking, "But I can't sleep. I don't think I want to sleep. I'm too scared to even close my eyes. And I think I might be doing the dumbest decision of my entire life."

"Felicity, I don't want to force you to ―."

"That's the thing, Slade, you're not forcing me. I'm the one deciding. And I am making a very dumb decision I'll probably regret later. But I have to."

"Are you certain that this is what you want?" he asked her. He wasn't going to do her the favour if she wasn't sure. And he wasn't going to force her. He almost did in the shower if it weren't for his self-control. But Felicity was now asking for it.

"No, I'm not. I'm scared. I'm scared of being touched. I have never been so scared in my entire life. And I don't want to be scared anymore. So, if you could please…Please, Slade."

Slade didn't want it to be like this. He thought it would be different, more pleasant and in different circumstances. Felicity didn't want it to be this way either.

"I won't hurt you, Felicity," he promised her before placing his hands on her bare hips. Felicity stiffened and her breath got caught in her throat. He unbuttoned the two bottom button of the shirt first and placed his lips below he bellybutton.

"I can't sleep ― Oh," she moaned when Slade began to kiss her there, the stumbles of his goatee scratching the skin below her bellybutton, making her hiss and shudder. Tears were threatening to stream down from her eyes but she resisted. Slade used his hands to slowly slide his hands up and down her thighs to help her relax and stopped them to her hips to keep her in place.

He stood up, his hands still on her hands and nestled his face into her neck. She leaned back her head and sighed. His hands moved up to remove the remained buttons of the shirt and slowly slid it off her till it dropped to the floor. He continued kissing her neck gently and held her body to him, pressing her chest against his. His kisses trailed down her collarbone to her breasts. Felicity kept hissing, sighing and moaning.

He returned back up to kiss her on the neck again before looking at her in the eye.

"Forgive me," he said before grabbing her and tossed her on the bed.

He crawled over her, careful not tear open her stitches. Felicity stared up at Slade with concerned eyes. She was afraid it would hurt her. But she didn't move from under him. He kissed her on the head before sitting up to remove his wife-beater. Felicity noticed he was covered in scars, a lot more than Oliver did. Burns. Stab wounds. Gun shots. He had scars everywhere. He looked like he lost in a game of paintball shooting and ended up splattered everywhere. She smiled softly at the thought, not knowing that Slade would smile back.

He took her wrists and placed them carefully above her head, keeping her restrained in one hand and leaned down to nestle his face into her neck again, his goatee scratching her flesh as he continued kissing and biting it.

It was meant to be a distraction. Felicity had closed her eyes and turn her head away, giving him more access. Slade intended to distract her as he slowly opened her thighs. He pulled down his boxers and held her hips firmly.

Felicity was unaware of what he was doing until she felt a stabbing pain at her entrance and she gasped in pain. Okay, I did not see that coming. She hadn't had sex with anyone in a while so she knew it would obviously hurt. She didn't expect it to hurt that much until she felt him bury himself all the way to the hilt. He had been slow and gentle but it still hurt. Perhaps it was because she was small and he was too big for her. It stretched her inside.

But she let it be. She didn't fight him nor did she tell him to let go. She eased into it. Slade's thrusts were gentle and slow but firm. He grunted and his breath hitched against her shoulder as he continued. Felicity moaned as her insides began to tighten within each thrust.

Within a moments, Slade began to move a little faster, listening to her short gasps. Keeping his head pressed against her shoulder and grunting through each thrust, Slade did not notice something strange was happening to Felicity.

Her greenish blue eyes slowly turned black.

Felicity saw visions in the back of her head. Screaming. People shouting and running. Explosion. A man in a bat suit. Fire. Blood. Terrifying creatures with four glowing red eyes along with a large and more intimidating one. A group of teens in costumes and fighting, one of them having green skin and the other made of metal. Slade in his Deathstroke costume shooting at the four-eyed creatures. Her in the Black Canary suit and letting out her canary cry. A giant black raven. And a young women in a dark cloak, eyes black and covered in blood. That young woman soon turned into Rachel.

Well, there you have it. She and Slade finally had sex even if it wasn't entirely out of love, not yet at least. And Felicity having her first glimpse into the future is something that will be explained in further chapters. Anyways, thank you all for reading.

Leave a comment and tell me what you think of this chapter. And I promise that I will post more chapter and that the whole dilemma I have with the other chapters will be resolved soon.