What the hell was wrong with her? Felicity thought to herself as she managed to fumble the key in the lock and kick her apartment door open. She had just broken up with a great guy, with a good job, who was smart, cute, fit, did she mention fit, sexy, and treated her like a princess. When he had asked her why, she couldn't even give him a good reason. She had told him that he deserved better. He had told her that she was better. She had told him how sorry she was and walked away, leaving him standing there. She didn't know what else to say. She hadn't even thought about it or planned for it. It just sort of came out. She should have been crying. But she wasn't.
Felicity woke to the sun streaming through her bedroom windows but that wasn't what caused her to outwardly groan and bury her face into the pillow. It was the sudden realization that hit her like a punch in the gut. She knew exactly why she had broken up with Malone. God damn it she was still in love with Oliver Queen!
The next few weeks were typical at the Arrow cave. If you call typical Oliver losing his temper frequently and beating the crap out of his new recruits instead of actually constructively teaching them. Felicity thought to herself. What wasn't typical or at least hadn't been typical for several years now was Felicity acting like a lovesick nervous schoolgirl whenever she and Oliver were alone together. She was beginning to realize that for her Oliver Queen was just like gravity. She had no control when it came to his effect on her. She managed to be her normal take charge self in front of the team- thank God. Right now however her sense of right and wrong- and the wrong right now being Oliver- took precedence over any schoolgirl butterflies.
"Oliver, can I talk to a sec?" He turned as she spoke having just dropped Curtis to the floor. When he turned back away from her she followed with a firm "Now!" Time to handle the beast.
Oliver climbed the stairs to the balcony. Felicity waited and then calmly stepped into his personal space. Oliver felt his rage instantly drop. Felicity spoke softly "You know trust works both ways."
Oliver didn't mean to stop listening. He had learned from experience that listening to Felicity was more than worthwhile. He had come to count on her guidance more than he would like to admit. But being so close to her, with her lips tilted up to his as she spoke softly to him, inhaling her scent, he couldn't concentrate. Without thought he leaned in and captured her lips. She returned his kiss gently and then continued speaking. She was about a sentence and a half further along when the realization of what had just happened dawned on her. Suddenly forgetting everything she smacked her lips and body into his. What followed was a dizzying barrage of sloppy kisses and mutual groping and moaning. Felicity felt that she couldn't possibly get close enough to Oliver to fill this sudden overwhelming need to touch him everywhere. Judging from his response, Oliver wasn't feeling any differently. He finally recovered enough to lift her up where she settled with her legs locked high around his hips. Never breaking off his kiss, he managed to start down the stairs with her towards his room in the back of the basement. At the same time, Curtis, who had gone outside for some fresh air and to take a break to nurse his wounds, and was returning for his jacket, got as far as three steps back down into the training area, caught sight of Oliver and Felicity, and promptly turned right back around.
Oliver kicked open the door to his room. Never breaking his contact with Felicity's lips, he lowered her to the bed. Kissing his way down her neck he reached to lift her dress up over her head. That was when a firm hand from Felicity placed on his chest stopped him. "Oliver, I can't keep doing this" She stated.
What? Was all that Oliver's brain could process. They were both panting from desire and she wanted to stop? "I mean it Oliver" continued a remarkably composed Felicity. " I know we are going to continue to fight, probably a lot, but I can't keep doing the roller coaster. I know this probably isn't good timing but we are either each other's or we are not."
Oliver took all his will power to divert at least some of his blood flow back to his brain. "I'll marry you within a week. You have my word." He paused. " It's always been you Felicity, from the first moment I met you. Always has been. Always will be." She smiled sweetly at him. "Now can we get back to it?" he enquired. "Mr. Queen, I thought you'd never ask" she responded devilishly licking her pink lips.
Oliver lay in a state of bliss. He was naked, warm, and very satisfied. The covers were pulled three quarters of the way over his head. Felicity was sleeping deeply next to him. Her hair tousled and her lips slightly bruised. Bliss- up until the second that an entire swat team of masked men dressed all in black burst into the small room including two men who repelled through the small windows behind the bed, sending a shower of glass to the floor. Oliver leapt from the bed and sprang to his feet instantaneously in attack and defense mode. He was pissed at himself for not being on higher alert. What had he missed? And why hadn't any of Felicity's alarms been tricked?
Felicity sat up with a start at the sound of the glass breaking and the men suddenly entering the room. Fortunately she had managed to keep the covers up over her breasts as she did so. She managed to focus enough to see a very naked Oliver staring down the two highly armed intruders directly in front of him. When their focus shifted to the woman in the bed, Oliver kicked the legs out from under the closest man, dropping him to the floor. He then spun and landed a roundhouse kick to a second man and was about to move onto a third when the unmistakable click of a glock stopped him in his tracks. His attention turned to the man closest to Felicity who had his gun leveled at her head. "Don't" Oliver said simply. "Cooperate" came the man's gruff reply. "Yes" said Oliver evenly and without hesitation. The man never took his eyes off of Felicity, keeping the gun level. Oliver never took his eyes off the man. Felicity couldn't take her eyes off Oliver. Even with a gun pointing at her head she couldn't help thinking what a fine specimen was the man of Oliver Queen. Her thoughts then began to stray to what that body had done to hers last night.
"Can I get dressed?" Oliver asked. Felicity wasn't sure if her sigh was out loud or just in her head. "In what we provide you" the man who was clearly the leader answered. One of the men further back by the door passed up a simple pair of elastic waist pants, a dark blue pullover, and a slip on pair of sneakers, with no laces, in Oliver's size. He pulled everything on and then stood calmly as his hands were zip tied and then handcuffed behind his back. The men then proceeded to place shackles with short chains connecting his elbows and another set on his ankles. Felicity could see that they had done their homework and weren't taken any chances. Lastly, a syringe was produced and a sedative injected into Oliver's bicep. The leader lowered his weapon. A similar set of clothes was tossed at Felicity. Comically the shirt was pink. "Put those on unless you want us to drag you out of here naked" the leader commanded gruffly. Felicity's first reaction of rebellion was quickly squashed by her belief that the man probably wasn't kidding. She managed to pull the pants and shirt on under the covers. She contemplated the fact that Oliver probably had a weapon of some sort hidden in or near the bed. But herself against the entire swat team was likely not good odds. She swung her feet out of the bed to pull the sneakers on. The second her feet were in the shoes she was forced to her feet and had her hands zip tied around her back. "I don't think I can trust you to keep your mouth shut" said the leader as he smacked a large piece of duck tape over her mouth. Yeah, they had done their homework.
Felicity looked over at Oliver. The sedative had started to take its effect. Despite the shackles, he could still walk, but not easily. He had an intruder on either side of him helping to keep him upright and he was visibly swaying between them. Felicity had an escort behind her. The men half guided half carried them back out into the main entrance way and up the stairs and into the back of a waiting van. Once they were both shoved inside the contents of a second syringe were injected into Oliver's vein. Felicity watched as Oliver's final level of consciousness rapidly faded. As she felt the prick of a needle into her own arm she had the fleeting thought that the lazy bastards probably just didn't want to be bothered with carrying Oliver's heavy frame up all those stairs.
Felicity spent what she assumed were the next several days going absolutely stir crazy. She hadn't been harmed that she could tell. She was in a nice enough room that was very much like a hotel room. Except for the fact that she was locked in and there were no windows. Her food was passed to her through a slot in the bottom of the door. The first two meals she didn't touch anything, scared that it was poisoned. But then her rumbling tummy and the realization that if they wanted her dead they would have done it already, caused her to literally scarf down the third. There had been zero communication and even worse she had no computer. Her fingers so used to typing felt odd. She showered. She slept. But mostly she worried about Oliver. Just when she was contemplating some not very sane ways to pass the time, a slot in the middle of the heavy door slid open. The familiar gruff voice of the leader came through the door. "Put your hands though the slot and stay still. I will not ask you again. But you will like where you are going." Felicity's knee jerk to not do as she was told was quickly replaced with the realization that she was likely being taken to Oliver. She walked over to the door and put her hands though the slot. A cloth was placed in her hands. "Put that all the way over your head and neck and then put your hands back though." She did as she was told now realizing that the cloth was a hood. She could feel her wrists being shackled. The slot at the bottom where normally they slid her food though was also opened and they reached through and shackled her ankles. She couldn't pull her hands back though the slot. They must have hooked the shackle to the other side of the door. "Step forward slowly and to your left" she was instructed as she heard the door being unbolted and swung open.
Felicity tried to keep her bearings as she was led down what she assumed were several hallways. Unfortunately for her she was spun around in a circle several times during the journey. She was also given firm instructions that she needed to keep her mouth shut if she wanted 'her prize'.
After several minutes they stopped and her hands were directed back thought the slot of a similar door. The process was repeated in reverse as she was backed into a room. As soon as she felt the shackles being slid off her wrists and ankles, she pulled off the hood and banged her fists against the door. "You bastards! Where's Oliver?" she shouted.
"Lis?" came a weak voice from behind her. She turned. Oliver was lying on the right side of the large bed with his wrists locked in thick metal cuffs that were chained to the headboard behind his head. His head and arms were propped up on several pillows. He was wearing nothing but a dark pair of form fitting boxer briefs that rested low on his hips. A bruise encircled his right eye and temple and two more bruises darkened either side of his ribcage. The obvious beating aside, she couldn't help thinking he looked hot. She immediately crossed the room to him. "Oliver" she started. "Water" he managed softly. There was carafe and cup on the night stand, which of course he couldn't reach. She poured and helped him drink. "Plastic" she said sadly and he smirked at her knowing that she was already taking stock of any possible resources to get them out of this. After he had drank two cupfuls,"Better?" she asked. "Better" he replied. "You're going to have to hold me because I can't hold you- obviously" he said impishly lifting his hands a bit. "I don't want to hurt you" she stated. "Oh this? This is nothing compared to what I've had" he answered. "Come here. Lie down on me. I need to feel you." Felicity did as she was told, trying to avoiding the bruises, she sat on his lap on the bed knees straddling his hips. As she shifted her weight she saw him grimace. "See you do hurt" she worried. "I didn't say I didn't hurt. I just said I've had worse" he replied. "I want to kiss you. Come closer." She lay down on his chest and as he began to kiss her she stretched her legs out behind her. Oliver hooked his legs and ankles over hers holding her at least with his legs since he couldn't wrap his arms around her. "Mmm" said Oliver, "I want to kiss your breasts. Please. Take off your shirt." Felicity slipped the pink shirt off over her head. Every time she showered, fresh clothes had been provided, but they were always the same. Bra wasn't an issue, she hadn't been given one. She presented her right breast to Oliver's waiting mouth. He licked and sucked her nipple causing a low moan to escape her lips. He then moved to encompassing as much of her breast as he could with his mouth. Felicity's moan deepened. He alternated between sucking her nipple and her whole breast. When she pulled back from him, he whimpered in disappointment. "It's ok" she whispered with a giggle. "The other one is just lonely" and with that she rotated to give him her left.
When her nipples had had enough she sat back on his lap and was greeted by something else happy to see her. She reached down between her legs and stroked him through his boxers. Oliver groaned in pleasure at her touch. "Can you get us both naked?" he panted. "Gladly" she answered. She slipped off her pants and then his boxers. Straddling him as they were both naked and he was chained to the bed was empowering and FUN. "I like this" she said. "It's nice to be in charge." Oliver didn't want to admit it out loud but the truth was she was ALWAYS in charge.
Felicity stroked him and then rubbed the tip of his penis at her opening teasing herself, and him. When she felt that they were both ready, she centered him up and slid herself down his shaft. Oliver moaned at the sensation. She started slowly at first but was soon bouncing up and down on him. Oliver had panted his feet flat in order to get more leverage and was doing his best to thrust in rhythm with her. Felicity was unleased. With a bit more bouncing and thrusting they both came hard and fast. Felicity collapsed down on him. Her hair spilled over both of their faces and they stayed like that for a few minutes until breathing returned to normal. She slowly sat up. "I'll see about getting some damp towels to clean up." As she swung out of bed and started across the room, a manila envelope was slipped through the door slot. "What's that?" Oliver asked. Felicity opened the envelope and dumped a key into her hand. "Key" she replied. She returned to Oliver and unlocked his wrists. Rather than rubbing them he immediately sat up and pulled her into his embrace. "So are you ok? Did they hurt you at all?" "No. Not that I know of. I'm fine" she answered. "How about you? What did they do to you?" Oliver began to explain. "They've been basically working me until I drop. They started with running me. That's how I got this." He gestured to his black eye. I blacked out on the treadmill. Hit my face on the bar on the way down." Felicity grimaced. Oliver continued. "Not my finest moment. They actually gave me some IV fluids and pain meds after that. Then they switched me to swimming in one of those endless pools. Personally I'd take a black eye over drowning any day. Other than that they haven't really hurt me. It just been an endless cycle of exercise until I pass out, eat something, then go again." "What about the bruises under your ribs?" she asked. "Those were a few very well placed punches from a couple of the goons when I got particularly adamant about asking where you were." "Oh" she replied. "Come. Let's go take a shower."