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"Felicity, I swear—"

"You called the cops?" she growled, her voice low as the officer, named Sara, yelled something at Cooper about putting his hands on women.

"No… me and Tommy talked about it but—" Oliver began, still standing in the foyer.

"Miss Smoak, would you like to press charges?" Dinah interrupted sweetly.

"No. No, I am not pressing charges." Felicity grumbled, leaving Dinah taken aback.

"Are you sure you don't want to press charges?" the concerned brunette asked again.

"I am positive that I don't want to press charges. Thank you, detective."

"Okay, I won't involve you in this any further." Dinah nodded.

"Lis, I can't believe you did this to me." Cooper murmured.

"Your boyfriend is still going in for the cocaine. Sorry to have caused you an inconvenience this morning." The taller woman apologized.

"It's sounds like you did this one to yourself, Coop." Felicity murmured, sadly. "Don't worry, we both know I'll see you tomorrow or the day after at worst."

"I love you, baby, stay out of trouble." He called, as Dinah and Sara whisked him out of the door. Felicity locked the door before turning back to Oliver.

"Now, explain." Felicity demanded, her arms crossing over her chest as she walked past him. She turned around just a few feet away, as Oliver turned to face her, easily trapping him between herself and the door. "Is this why you and Tommy were here yesterday?!"

"Fe-li-ci-ty. No. I promise you." Oliver swore, holding his hands up in defense. He'd never been claustrophobic, but damn did this side of Felicity make him feel as though the walls were closing in on him. It reminded him of the last time he'd been in this exact position with her, she was only thirteen, but she was even scary then. "We just came by to welcome whoever bought the old Merlyn home. We didn't know it was going to be you."

"And the cops?" she asked, her tone becoming deadly as she stalked toward him. He took a step back nearly bumping into the door; he'd forgotten how scary she could be, though to be fair, she was scarier now than in high school. He knew the drugs likely had something to do with that.

"When Tommy and I got back to my place, he offered to talk to Jessica's sister about getting him away from you." He admitted, watching her face twist in annoyance. "Her sister being the brunette detective that was just here… I agreed that he should talk to her but that was before everything you told me last night... and everything that happened this morning. I didn't get a chance to talk to Tommy again and tell him not to get the police involved."

"Oliver, I swear to God if you're lying to me—"

"Felicity, I sat wear to God I would never lie to you. I never have and I'm not about to start now." He promised, as the blonde urged her back on him, walking towards the kitchen. Oliver reluctantly followed her as she shut her eyes, scrubbing her hands over her face before taking a deep breath. He watched quietly as she started the coffee maker, took down two mugs from the cupboard, then began throwing away the food Cooper had prepared.

"You can sit." She murmured, her voice low while gesturing to the expensive, pure white gold stools at the breakfast bar. He remained hushed as he sat down, his mind going over everything they'd said last night and all they had done that morning. Felicity continued to move around her kitchen, collecting a carton of half-&-half from the refrigerator and sugar from the cabinet, prior to placing said items on the breakfast bar. She turned back around to deposit the plates into the sink, rinsing them one by one before neatly positioning them inside of the dishwasher. She sighed as the coffee machine buzzed, then filled her mug a little less than three quarters of the way. She poured Oliver's a little closer to the top, assuming that he'd still drank his coffee black, the way he did in high school. Something she never understood, but according to him it was an "acquired taste".

"Thank you." He attempted to smile, when she had passed him the olive green, ceramic mug. Felicity nodded in response, before sitting across from him and adding cream and too much sugar to her coffee. She stirred the hot beverage slowly before taking a gratifying sip. The pair sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence until their coffee was done. Oliver's phone buzzed with a text from Tommy, stating: Thea is OK & Roy is here. no contractions yet. Docs don't expect the babies for 12-48 hrs.

"Felicity, I didn't mean for—"

"Shhh." She hushed, pressing a finger to her lips and slowly shaking her head. She stood and walked and walked around to the opposite side of the bar before grabbing Oliver's hand and pulling him to stand. He held his breath as he watched her somewhat emotionless face, while her hands slid up his chest to rest at he base if his neck. He shivered slightly as she stared up at him, her delicate fingers twirling the short nape hairs between her fingers.

"You didn't know the cops would be here this morning?" the blonde asked, her voice low and raspy, and her question sounding more like a statement.

"No." Oliver replied immediately, ensuring that his eyes remained locked on hers, while his hands stayed glued to his sides.

"Promise me." She whispered, her bright blue eyes shining.

"I promise." The moment that the words were out of his mouth, Felicity attached her lips to his. He finally allowed his hands to move, starting at her slender waist. He slowly slid his hands down to her hips, pausing to grab her ass along the way, as their lips moved in what was becoming a familiar dance.

Felicity felt as though her heart was pounding out of her chest at the feel of Oliver's strong hands roaming her body. She shivered when his teeth grazed her bottom lip, and she already knew that they were definitely about to repeat this morning.

But this time, in the bed she shared with Cooper.

She pulled away just long enough to murmur, "master bed", before allowing Oliver to hoist her up in his arms, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist. He head straight for the bedroom that used to belong to Malcolm and Rebecca Merlyn. He took the stairs two at a time, with his eyes shut, and lips fastened to thee blonde's in his arms. He knew this house like his own from how much time he'd spent there as a child. Once they'd reaches the room, he deposited the small blonde into the center of the California King sized bed, climbing over her and refusing to let her lips go.

Oliver leaned up once he'd felt Felicity's hands pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. He quickly pulled it over his head, looking back in time to see her toss her own shirt to the floor. Her small hands went to reach for the button on her jeans, but he pushed her hands away, before leaning down to kiss her neck. Cooper was just arrested, and he for damn sure was going to use that to his advantage. There was no way he was about to rush this. He wanted every single part of her. He got settled between her legs while her tongue just barely brushed the roof of his mouth, making him growled into hers.

Oliver allowed his lips to travel from Felicity's throat down to kiss across her clavicles, then move to the top of her breasts. He sucked and nibbled just above the cups of her bra, allowing his tongue to peek into one, just low enough to brush across her nipple. Her moan, and subsequent thrust of her hips, made Oliver's cock press into the zipper of his jeans as he snaked an arm behind her to snap her bra open. He leaned back, the small blonde moving forward to follow him, though reluctantly releasing his lips.

He pulled the bra straps down her shoulders, tossing it to the side before wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her chest. He moved his mouth to capture one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around it and making her legs tighten around his waist. Oliver adjusted his arms to push Felicity's breasts closer together, until her nipples were nearly touching. His mouth enveloped both of the pink buds, swirling his tongue around and between them. Fingers gripping his hair tightly, she threw her head back, making strands of blonde hair tickle her back.

"Mmm, Oliver." She moaned, as Oliver continued his ministrations, now adding in a few gentle sucks. Felicity shuddered when his teeth ran over her nipples. He began leaning her back, his arms loosening and lips kissing their way south, starting in a smooth path between her breasts. By the time Felicity's head hit the pillow, Oliver lips were placing gentle kisses right above her navel. She sighed when his tongue dipped into her belly button, and moaned softly as his lips continued on their path to where she wanted him most. "Pleeease." She moaned, her hands desperately trying to move his head just a little lower.

Oliver's lips continued to move everywhere but where she wanted, taking an occasion break to kiss up and down the creases of her inner highs. "Oliver, I swear to God—" the blonde growled, being interrupted by the feel of Oliver's tongue moving down to swirl around her clit. "Yeesss, yes! Thank you!" she moaned aloud, not caring to be quiet since no one was there to hear them. He slowly slipped his middle finger inside, leaving open mouthed kisses on and around her clit.

Felicity's breath caught in her throat as Oliver began pumping his finger in and out, then soon adding a second finger. She began rocking her hips against his hand, both of her hands gripping his short hair. The vibrations of Oliver growling against her pussy as his tongue continuously worked on her clit, sent her over the edge, her back arching like a bow as she cried out his name. His fingers continued to work her through her orgasms as he placed kisses on her clit.

Once she released a contented sigh, he slowly pulled his fingers out, the blonde quickly grabbing his hand, and leaning up to suck them off. His cock hardened even more, purely from the sight and he moved up, ready to line himself up with her slick pussy. She pulled his fingers from her mouth before demanding, "on your back" through clenched teeth. He followed her demand as she got on her knees and crawled across the bed to move between his legs.

"Felicity, it's okay, you don't have to—" he began.

"I know, Oliver." She responded breathily, her eyes glazed, as she bit her lip. She grabbed his cock in her small hand, squeezing gently before continuing, "but I want to." In an instant she had her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. Oliver released a deep groan as she continues to lower her head, his cock bypassing her uvula and crossing territory to the back of her throat. She just barely gagged as she held her head there for a second, fondling his balls and swallowing around him.

"Holy FUCK, Felicity!" Oliver growled, trying his damned best to keep from thrusting his hips. Felicity, the ever insightful woman, of course noticed this, and grabbed his hand with her free one, moving it to rest in her hair and gesturing for him to take control. Oliver started off slow, feeling his cock brush against her tonsils, and angling the full head of blonde hair so that she could take him in deeper. He continued rocking his hips, fucking her mouth, and resting his hand on her neck as her head continued bobbing up and down on his cock. From the way Felicity was moaning, the vibrations reverberating around him, he could tell she was enjoying this as much as he was.

And fuck, was he close.

Oliver pushed Felicity's head back, gently, before pulling her upwards to straddle him. He quickly lined his cock up with her entrance slowly pulling her down until he was buried balls deep. Felicity, feeling so perfectly full, began riding him slowly, before deciding 'fuck it' and rocking her hips faster. They had time and hey could take it slow later, but right now she just wanted to be fucked. She felt so refreshed being the one in control, something she was far from accustomed too, but more than happy to take on.

Though with that being said, Felicity was more than willing to oblige when Oliver flipped them over with a growl. Her legs wrapped tightly around for his waist, pulling him deeper as one of his hands gripped the headboard. He pumped in and out in a brisk, steady pace. Felicity groaned at the feeling of Oliver consistently brushing her g-spot, her legs shaking so much, it felt as though the were vibrating. A sensational buzz of delight and desire coursed through her veins as she felt her climax inching closer. For sure, the biggest one she'd ever had. She began thrusting her own hips, her body humming in anticipation.

Oliver could feel his cock throbbing as Felicity gripped him like a python. He knew that she was close from the way she began rocking against his plunges. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold back, but before her knew it Felicity was roaring and he was being surrounded by an immense gush of wetness. She was coming incredibly hard and there was no way he could hold back after seeing the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head, his name dying on her lips.

So he let go.

Oliver buried his face as he growled her neck, emptying himself into her. He slowed his ministrations to a stop, the blonde still moaning and sighing in his ear, her legs going limp.

"I love you, Felicity Smoak. " He murmured as he pulled back to look into her eyes.

"I love you, too, Oliver Queen." She smiled, sighing contentedly as she cupped his jaw, her free hand pulling his head down for a kiss. "I wish I'd never left Starling." She whispered.

"Me too, babe." He replied, kissing her forehead and pulling out of her, then collapsing on the bed beside her. He pulled her body to him, a head full of blonde hair on his chest. It was a sight that he was beginning to get used to. He didn't want to bring it up just yet, but he knew that Felicity needed to go see Cooper at the precinct. Oliver was serious about getting her away from him by all means. He would find a way to ensure her and her mother's safety, then get them far away from Cooper as possible. He, Diggle and Tommy would do this by any means possible.

Even if it meant that he had to kill Cooper.

"I want sushi. " She said randomly.

"Worked up an appetite, huh?" Oliver teased.

"Hell yeah, you didn't?" she asked, leaning up on one elbow to look at him.

"Sushi does sound does pretty good right now." He agreed, leaning his head up to peck her lips.

"I might just order one of everything. I haven't had sushi since freshman year of college. He, uh, wouldn't let me." She shrugged.

"Sushi it is, then." Oliver smiled.

"I'll order it on postmates." She beamed, sitting up to grab her tablet and open the food delivery app. "We are not leaving this bed today."

"Felicity, you know we still have a lot of talking to do, right?" Oliver asked, gently. "I was serious about getting you away from him."

"I know, Oliver." She agreed. "But let us stay in the bubble for today. I'll go visit Cooper soon and find out how long hell be in for, that way we know what time frame we're working with. But not now."

"Okay." He nodded. "I also think you should call your mother."

"Yeah, I should…" she trailed off, grabbing a credit card from the night stand and shoving it at him along with her tablet. "order the food and put it on his card. Seriously, one of everything… and then whatever you want." She winked, standing from the bed unapologetically naked. She picked up her phone from the nightstand, and dialing a number as she left the room, Oliver's eyes glued to her ass as she swayed her hips just a little bit extra. He couldn't wait until it could just be the two of them.

So perhaps it was worth staying in their bubble for a bit longer.