A/N: So yeah, here's a new chapter. I'm sorry about the long wait, RL left very little time for writing and I don't know when I'll be able to update again since I've got three research papers that need to be done this semester due all at the same time…but we'll see…

And thanks for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows, lovelies! I'm so happy to see that so many people are still liking this little story :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow or DC Comics – I just mess around with the characters.

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

XVII. Backed into a Corner

The sound of her feet hitting the pavement in a steady rhythm was Felicity's only companion that morning besides the pulsing beats of the music playing from her iPod. She had successfully avoided Oliver all week which was no small feat in and of itself. He had been mysteriously popping up all over town coincidentally in the same place as her. And on more than one occasion she had seen him glancing around like he was looking for something or someone.

After the incident at Verdant on Monday, it left no doubt in her mind that he recognized her. She couldn't get the look in his eyes out of her head. It was intense and full of a familiar heat that reminded her of that night.

The thought that he was still able to look at her like that both scared and thrilled her. She liked him so much but it didn't change the fact that he was still the manwhore. The nightly banging may have stopped next door but for all she knew he was still having sex with a different woman every night just not at his apartment.

She could have been just another notch on his extra-long belt of women if that was true.

Felicity shuddered at the thought, almost faltering in her step as she rounded the corner back to her building. She sure as hell hoped that wasn't the case.

She slowed to a walk and pulled her headphones from her ears, letting the cord hang around her neck.

Saturdays were good days. She got to take a longer run in the morning. Her coffee tasted a little sweeter since she didn't have to rush to drink it on her way to work. She was able to catch up on all the shows she had missed during the week, maybe even binge watch an entire season of one of her favorite shows. And the best part was that didn't have to see anyone she didn't want to see.

But when she woke up that morning, something felt off. Like her entire day was going to go sour.

She pushed the feeling away again and followed a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a black baseball cap with the red Starling City Rockets logo on it inside her building and to the elevator. The doors opened a moment later and the man gestured for her to enter first. Felicity gave him a smile of thanks and got on.

The doors closed a moment later and Felicity went to push the button for her floor at the same time as the man. Their fingers brushed and Felicity snatched her hand back at the contact.

"Sorry," he muttered lowly, pushing the same floor as hers.

Felicity shook her head and stared at her hand. "It's okay," she whispered. She curled and uncurled her fingers into a fist and glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. When they touched it felt like a sharp jolt of heat had run up arm and it was like the good kind of heat that just warmed her up from the inside out. Just like when…

A gasp flew from Felicity's mouth and she stumbled to the side, arms flailing out to hold onto something, as the elevator suddenly lurched and came to a stop in between floors. The lights flickered twice before finally going out and triggering the emergency lights. Felicity blinked as she realized that she was tightly pressed against a very hard chest with strong arms banded around her waist to hold her there. She felt her face flush with heat and slowly raised her head to look at him.

Heated blue eyes stared back at her and she felt all of the blood drain from her face.

"Fuck," she breathed as she stared up into the face of Oliver Queen.

Oliver grinned and tightened his arms around her. "I wouldn't be opposed to that," he whispered breathily. Felicity gasped and quickly scrambled out of his embrace, backing up in the small space and putting as much distance between them as she could.

"No—no, that's not what I meant," she stuttered out. He was making her nervous. They were stuck together in a small, confined space with nowhere for her to go and that look in his eyes was not helping matters either. The logical side of her brain was regretfully reminding her about him being her manwhore neighbor. But the other, illogical side wanted to give into that heated, lusty look he was giving her and jump him right then and there in the elevator and have her wicked way with him again.

He stalked forward, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and stood directly in front of her. Felicity gulped and stared up at him with wide eyes as Oliver brought both of his hands up to rest on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. Slowly he leaned in until they were close enough to kiss and brought one of his hands up to rest on her neck, eliciting a gasp from between her part lips at his warm touch. He grinned and skimmed his hand up the column of her throat until he brushed the shell of her ear where her industrial bar rested.

"It is you," he whispered softly. "So you do live here after all. I thought that was you I saw the other morning." Oliver's blue gaze swept over her face, darting twice to her lips, before settling on her eyes. "You slipped out without so much as a goodbye last weekend, Felicity."

"I left a note," she whispered weakly.

Oliver hummed and stepped even closer. "And you don't know how disappointed I was to find that next to me in bed instead of you when I woke up," he murmured huskily, reaching up to cup the back of her neck. Felicity eyelids fluttered shut, her heart beating erratically in her chest, and leaned into his touch. She felt his nose brush against hers and the next thing she knew he was kissing her.

His kiss was dominating as he ravished her mouth, eliciting a gasp from Felicity as she kissed him back. Strong arms slipped around her waist and traveled down until his hands were cupping her ass. Oliver gave her a firm squeeze before hoisting her up and encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Felicity's hands fluttered across his chest, not knowing where to put them, before finally reaching up to knock the hat off his head and gripping tightly at the hair at the nape of his neck.

The lights flickered once above them before finally turning back on and Felicity suddenly remembered where she was and who she was with.

She was in the elevator with Oliver Queen.

The man who she had the best sex of her life with.

The man who was also her manwhore of a neighbor that had a revolving door of women that he may or not be still bedding at night.

Felicity unwrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him away, breaking their kiss. "No. I can't do this," she told him, already regretting the kiss.

He stared at her in confusion. "Why not?"

"Because—because you're him. The manwhore. And I refuse to be with someone like that," she babbled, eyes darting around the small space looking everywhere but at him.

"What are you talking about, Felicity? Who's the manwhore?"

"What am I talking about? I'm talking about the banging. The nonstop banging that went on all night every night until it stopped! You—you've been…You're banging my bedroom wall!" she snapped before deflating and slumping against the wall. "Or, at least you were…"

Oliver stared at her for a long moment in silence before opening his mouth to say something, but Felicity didn't give him the chance. The elevator stopped at their floor and the moment the doors slid open she ran out, leaving him there to stare after her in shock and confusion.

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My other Arrow fic, Death in the Family, finally has a nice cover image to go with it so you should totally check that out. The second chapter's been up for a while now and the third one should be up soon too if the muse cooperates…I'd really love it if you guys would check it out and maybe leave a review there too :)