Morning After
The next morning, when Felicity awoke from her deep sleep, she realized that Oliver was not there. She looked all over the house for him, with no luck. She started to get worried. "Where was he?," She asked. She would soon stumble onto the answer. It kind of made it obvious, since the crime rate had gone down.
He was at work at Queen Consolidated Inc. Early the next morning; he took his motorcycle. He had a lot of paperwork he had to catch up on. Of course, he had to leave for an emergency that was taking place downtown. The crime spree of the city seemed to have an early start than usual. He rode all over the city and never came home or when he came home she would be asleep. Later that same night, she heard the growl of his motorcycle pulling into the garage.
When he pulled up, she realized he was a wreck. Felicity rushed out to hold him, but she noticed something was off about him. She gazed upon him, and barely noticed in the moonlight, that there, on his neck, he had blood that has been dried from the cut he suffered during his vigilante escapades. He had not noticed the cut until she pointed it out.
"What the hell is this, Oliver?" she exclaimed in her loudest voice. He looked at her and then his eyes started to go cold. The expression on his face said it all. He to explain what he was doing when he would leave the house in the middle of the night. He told her his father promised to keep the city safe. But when his father mysteriously disappeared, he took on the responsibility. He told Felicity that he felt a deep connection with Starling City.
"So what are you saying, you are breaking up with me," Felicity started to say as her eyes started to tear up.
"No, I am the person that is supposed to keep the city safe," he replied, and his voice started to quiver with anger. His eyes locked with hers. "I just need you to be safe while I take care of the low lives," he said with a genuine quiver (For those who watches the show) of concern in his voice.
"I understand," Felicity said. She looked at him in his suit. He looked good in green, and his muscular figure looked good in leather and green was totally his color, it complimented his eyes. He soon then gently grabbed his bow, and placed it gently against the side of the cabinet. She walked up to him and put her hands on his chest. She quickly unzipped his jacket and unhooked his quiver. He stopped her hands for a split moment. His eyes were just a little different. Then he started to help her unbutton his shirt. He ripped his shirt off and Felicity jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Felicity kissed him so passionately that he fell onto the couch. Oliver took his hands and wrapped them in her hair, while his mouth was preoccupied. They stopped when he heard a knock on the door. He got stopped, flipping Felicity under his body, for protection, he had his bow already in his hand, just a natural reflux.
He slowly approached the door, arrow already resting against his bow. He opened the door very cautiously, just to turn out that it was his partner, Diggles.
"Diggles, why are you here. Oh sorry, Felicity this is Diggles. Diggles, this is Felicity, my girlfriend. Diggles, what is wrong? Why are you here so late?" he asked very concerned.
"Oliver we have trouble in the city," he said very sternly. The look on his face literally said it all.
"Felicity….,"he paused.
"Go get them. I will be right here waiting when you get back," she said as he looked at her with those blue-green eyes.
"I will not be gone long, I promise," he said while putting on his mask and the infamous green leather vest and pants that hides his identity. Then all she could hear is the rev of the engine of his motorcycle as it pulled away.