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She waited to cry until they were in his chambers, and then his brave Felicity fell totally apart on him. "I'm so sorry, Oliver. He used me against you. He forced you to kill for me again. And your knee, your poor knee. He is awful, a monster. I hate him. I hate him so much." She was shaking, and he could tell shock was setting in when her teeth started chattering.

"Shh, it's okay. It's not your fault. It's my fault. I shouldn't have defied him. He's punishing me, not you. Don't hate, Felicity. Look what hate did to me. Please, don't hate."

His heart was so sad for the both of them that it was heavy in his chest.

"I have the right. He's using me to punish you, using me like a dog treat. How dare he? Disobey your master, and I will punish you. Mind your master and I'll give you a treat, a few moments, your final time together. I swear, I'm going to buy a gun and have John teach me to use it." She fell into a chair and pulled her knees up and sobbed.

"Shhh…" He started to kneel beside her, and she grabbed him by the arm and said, "Don't you dare go back to your knees, not for me. Don't you dare."

He froze and said, "Felicity, I'm so sorry for dragging you in this mess. I love you. And, I miss you so badly, past bad. I never dreamed he would do this, hurt you like that because of me."

"Missed you too." She was hiccuping, as she sobbed and said, "I love you too. But he is such a monster." Her sobs were getting quieter, and he reached and pulled up to him. Easily, he pushed her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She sank to the floor by the tub, weeping. Silently, he stripped off his bloody clothes and then sank down beside her. With careful hands, he urged her to raise her arms, to help him, and he made fast work of her clothes.

She was still sobbing and shivering when he picked her up and stepped in to the hot water, holding her to him. He could see the blood flowing off of them and down the drain, and he didn't want her to see. Gently, he kissed her and her eyes fluttered shut. Then she pulled away, lay her head on his chest, wrapped her arms around him and together they stood in the shower, and he let the water course over them and wash the blood away.

He stroked her neck and thought, she was going to have a real shiner tomorrow. He knew Ra's had blackened her eye on purpose. Ra's want him to see that he had caused her pain.

And he knew that Ra's was allowing her to stay, so Oliver could see her eye blacken, yellow, see the damage, see her hurt and know he had caused it by disobeying. He vowed again that it would never happen again.

No, never again.

Carefully, he pulled her away from him and checked her knife wound and found it was no longer bleeding. It really didn't even need a stitch. Oliver sighed as he thought that Ra's certainly knew how to play him, and he wished he knew how to get out of the game.

Felicity said, "The water is making my face hurt. Ra's can really throw a punch. And I know your knee hurts."

"Let's get out then." He engulfed her and then said, "And I want you to know I was proud he missed you the first time he hit you. Good move! I love that you are trying." He didn't point out that Ra's had been holding back, and he had slapped her, not punched her. But he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to voice or think about how badly Ra's could really hurt her.

Instead, he shut off the water, grabbed a couple of towels and dried them both off, rubbing her with the fluffy towels, trying to still her shudders, touching her. Sweeping her in his arms, even though she protested, he carried her to gently lay her on the bed. Dragging the covers back, he moved against her again, crawled in beside her, pulling her to him and covered them up.

"I'm not a child, Oliver."

"Good. I'm glad," he said smugly."I need a WOMEN in my bed, not a child." Then, his hands went to work, rubbing her briskly to warm her, and she slowly stopped trembling. He whispered in her ear, "You were so brave, Felicity, that's yet another reason I love you."

She was calming, and as she did his body was responding to her nearness, and she melted into him. Her hands were also moving, touching him, rubbing circles on his chest, searching out all those hidden spots, he never knew existed until she touched him, and when she lifted her head up it was to sigh, and when she said "Please," all of him contracted.

"Make me forget Ra's hands were ever on me, Oliver," she said, and he didn't have to be asked twice.

Rising on his elbow, he began to gently kiss her, and she sighed into his mouth, breathing his air, as she welcomed his kiss and slowly opening up to his tongue. He sucked on her bottom lip, and she groaned for him, feeding something inside him. His other hand was busy, slowly trailing his fingers down her curves, touching and circling and burning a path down her body. His mouth followed his hands' path. First working on her neck, he found that spot at her shoulder that made her body pliable, and he kissed his way all the way across her shoulder and back.

"You have always had a thing for my shoulders and my arms." she said with a sigh.

He raised his head and looked her in the eyes, said softly, "I'm going to share something with you."

"Really? Okay."

How he loved it when she smiled like that at him, he almost forgot to breathe.

"Honestly, for years, I have been stealing touches and stepping in your personal space, breathing you in. I love the way you smell, and you might not believe this but, Felicity, I can smell you from the moment you enter a room."

Another shining smile that was just for him, but he forced himself to continue as he played with her hair. "I would promise myself that I wouldn't touch you, but then you would get close, and I just couldn't stop myself. So I would touch you in places that wouldn't freak you out, like you shoulder or your hand." His hand moved to touch her shoulder. "And you would lean into me and it fed something in me." He sighed and then let his breath out.

Softly, he said, "I began to need to touch you. You tortured me so, so bad for so long. You did and still do make me ache to touch you."

"I never knew," she said breathlessly.

"And, Felicity, when you would touch me, I needed a cold shower. I would have to walk away and go hit something because I wouldn't let myself really touch back." He nuzzled her neck, and she shivered beneath his touch.

"No wonder you would leave in the middle of a conversation, sometimes. I liked it when you touched me by the way. I wanted to touch you too and now I can," she began to run her hands over his chest, and he had trouble thinking and stopped her hands.

He raised his head and said "Please, let me touch first. I just need this so badly right now. I want to tell you."

The look in her eyes stole his breath because he knew that she understood there might not be another chance to share like this.

Running a trembling finger down her face, he carefully avoided her sore eye and said, "So when I touched your face that meant I wanted to kiss you so bad I ached." Slowly, ever so slowly he kissed her lips and then pulled away. "And when I touched your shoulder I really wanted to do this." He kissed his way across her shoulder, sucking where her neck met her shoulder, and she sighed for him.

Then he moved downward, he stopped at her breast and slowly took her perky nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard, then dropped baby kisses across her chest to the other breast, to give it the same attention. She arched into him, and he repeatedly dragged his tongue over her breasts, why his hands worked their own magic.

Raising his head, he said, "and when I touched her arm and pulled you to me, I wanted to do this." He slowly kissed his way downward, and she was arching her back, as he parted her curls and exposed her clit.

"It was all I could think about. Doing this to you. Tasting you. Loving you. I love the way you smell." He made her wait for it. First he blew and then he licked beside her clit, touching, tasting everywhere but where she really wanted.

"Please, Oliver, please, you're killing me, touch me," and he took her in his mouth and sucked hard, rolling her clit with his tongue, teasing, worshiping, and she was lost when he scraped his teeth over her. Slowly, so slowly, he moved his finger, and he slid his long finger against her. Not letting her go, he used his long index finger to part her lips and suddenly thrust.

He loved her response to him. She was so hot, and she held nothing back. She was bucking for him already. He curled his finger and slowly searched for her g spot, giving her long strokes with his hand. She was so juicy that he inserted another finger, never stopping sucking her clit, then blowing and using his teeth.

She grabbed him by the head and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her, babbling his name, and he loved it, breathed it, and needed it so bad. He adored the way she tasted, her smell, the way she responded to him. His throbbing knee went away and there was only her skin, her taste and her hot reaction to him. It was so sweet.

Stroking her hard, he touched her g spot, and she suddenly exploded for him. She was riding his hand, her walls clamping and trembling, her clit bucking under mouth. It was almost better that cumming himself. Making her get off like this did something to him and fulfilled him. It empowered him, fed him and turned him on beyond belief.

He had never been like that in his younger days. He was out for his pleasure not his partners but this was Felicity, his Felicity. He helped her slowly come down and started the journey back up but by then she was greedy for him. He had noted that in the one time they were together. After her first orgasm, she was on fire for him and yes, that really turned him on and seemed to make him harder than he had ever been.

She pulled away his face away from her and forced him back on the bed. "Oliver, now, I have to have you now." She mounted him, hard and fast. He was lost, as she set the pace, and he was losing the war to hold on, to make it last.

He tried to slow her down, to still her. Groaning, he said, "Felicity, you're going to make me cum. I'm losing control. I want to make it last."

"Yes, Oliver, lose control." She arched against him. "Make it last next time. But now come on, I need you so bad NOW. It's been weeks."

"Wait, I want you so bad, I could hurt you. Just be still a second. I'm not going to be able to go slow." His heart was racing. His dick was throbbing, aching to finish this. He was teetering on the edge.

"I don't want slow, and you won't hurt me." She moved against him and squeezed him with her pussy walls, giving him no quarter and taunting him. "Give me all of you. Don't hold back from me." She pinched his nipples hard, and he grasp loudly.

"You don't know what you're asking." He was panting, groaning, truly losing control. She rose and slammed down on him and pinched his nipples again.

"I need you. NOW!"

He rolled them over and totally forgot about his knee. Nothing hurt now. Lifting one of her legs, he stroked deeper and deeper and the sounds she made fed something so needy within him, something that only she had ever touched. He had had sex countless times, but he didn't think he had ever been this high before, made love like this. He felt like her light was filling him, pushing the darkness away from his soul.

"Mine. Only mine." He said repeatedly as he stroked deeper and deeper, and she rose to meet him, fit him like she was made for him, sucking him with her pussy, clamping down and releasing. How could he fit her so well? But he couldn't hold to the thought, she was squeezing his ass, pulling him harder against her, taking all of him in, and he knew he was large. The sensations were overwhelming, and he was racing toward the finish.

"Yes, you're mine," she said and he didn't know how she did it but she pulled him even closer and more light entered him. He couldn't tell where he ended and she began. They were one.

She was close. Her walls were clinching and unclenching, and he ground against her clit, helping her, lifting her to hit her g spot, and she exploded for him. Skin slapped skin as he raced with her to finish it. She was still meeting him stroke for stroke. It was glorious. He felt her cum again, and he came apart. In a small last effort for control, he locked his eyes with hers and watched her crest one last time. She was perfect as she screamed his name.

He threw his head back and grunted as his release overpowered him. It started in his balls, like lightning it ran down his spine and ran the entire course of his body, as he poured into her exploding, driving hard, the deepest and most fulfilled he thought he had ever been, and she reached to meet him. Home, he thought, finally, he had found his way home, as he slowly floated back to earth with her.

She lifted her head, smiled brightly and said, "Wow, don't you ever touch my arms in public ever again."

He could barely lift his head but he grinned. "Noted," he said as he pulled her against him and passed out.

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