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This was perfection.

That was what Felicity thought when she woke up the next morning. She was currently lying on her side and she was lying on the most comfiest pillow ever, which also happened to be very firm and hard.

She never wanted to get up she was being smothered by a blanket and she loved it.

Wait.

Did her blanket just wrap around her tighter? What? Did it just breathe on her neck? What was that hardness underneath her shirt?

What. The. Frack.

She was full on alert at that point. There was no more in between of being awake and asleep. Her body was on craze mode.

She slowly craned her neck to see what the hell was going on and that was when she realized that Oliver's freaking face was just inches away from her. She quickly turned her head back. What?

Oh my god. Oh my god. She must be dreaming. She looked over again and then started to freak out.

Oh god she wasn't.

His face was buried in her neck, his breath fanning hot pleasurable air on the sensitive skin. Her comfortable pillow just so happened to be his very large toned arm; and his other arm was thrown over her in a tight embrace. His whole body literally engulfed her, trapping her in and shielding her. There wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't touched by his.

Wasn't she holding Oliver last night. How did it end up with him spooning her and... HIS HAND!

Oh my God his hand was underneath her shirt. Her heart was beating wildly, her face flushed at the possibility of him waking up.

HIS large hand was underneath her (or his) shirt covering the span of her stomach- oh no...it was inching higher. His every touch was leaving a trail of burns along her body. Why did it have to feel so good?

Crap. She needed to get out of this before he groped her boob. No, she could not think about that right now.

Oh no. She could feel a really, really big problem behind her. Oliver's morning issue just grazed on her backside. She had to bite back a moan. She needed out like right now.

She tried to get out of his hold but soon realized that it was quite literally impossible. His arms were like iron bars that could trap you and never let you out. Every single time she tried to pull away from him he pulled her tighter to him whispering something in Russian.

She managed to pull his hand down and leave it on her stomach instead of it unconsciously molesting her chest. How the hell was she supposed to move from here?

"Oliver!" She whispered. Attempting to just wake him up slightly, enough for him to realize that he'd decided to keep her prisoner but not enough for him to realize their current situation.

"Oliver! Wake up!" She whispered again.

He slowly started to stir at her voice. "..licity?"

"Oliver, you have to let go." Good god she needed distance from this sexy beast, who just so happened to be even hotter in the morning. She needed to get away from his touch...and everything before she acts on her dirty mind.

"What are you...oh." He realized, and he most definitely realized that his member most definitely decided to wake up as well. Oh shit he thought.

He let her go quickly disentangling his body from hers before he lost all control and decided to flip her on her back and have his way with her.

They both separated from one another, the tenseness growing thicker and thicker.

Soon the memories of the night before hit Oliver and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Although he had people that cared for him, he had never been cared for in that way. Nobody knew about his nightmares except Digg. He actually thought that they had minimized a lot since Felicity had shown up in his life.

He still had them but last night had been bad. He normally would wake up as quickly as possible, but last night, he just couldn't escape it. He saw his mom and dad die again right before his eyes; and then he saw Raisa, Thea, and Felicity all die in the exact same way; and he was helpless. He couldn't do anything.

But then he heard her. He heard her voice calling to him and without even thinking he clung to her.

He didn't have a nightmare for the rest of the night. He actually slept peacefully and he would be lying if he said that it had nothing to do with the blonde who was sleeping in his arms. She had felt so good in his arms, and he knew that if he could stay like that forever, he would. They were like two puzzle pieces that magically fit together.

Felicity as always did not do well with silence and he was just staring at her and it was making her feel all jelly like. Oh boy.

"Ummm so how did you sleep? I mean...uhh... after, not before your nightmare; and oh God,... I'm so sorry for bringing it up, I didn't mean too...it's obviously a terrible topic of conversation...unless you want to talk about it. Which you don't have too if you don't want...I'm making things worse. I'm sorry just ignore me."

She hid her face in her hands at her stupid babble. She was so stupid. After mentally cursing herself she suddenly felt Oliver's hand grab hers off of her face and when she looked up at him he was literally smiling at her, biting back a laugh.

"I love it when you do that." He whispered. She wasn't even sure if he was saying it for her or for himself. Her eyes were saucers and she couldn't believe what she heard.

"Felicity...about last night...Thank you." He gave her a grateful look and she couldn't help but smile widely at him.

"It's nothing, Oliver...uhh...how often do you have them?" She let her curiosity get the better of her. She hoped that he would open up to her about this. She just wanted to help.

His face twisted at his own memories and she thought for a second that he would get up and leave.

He shocked her when he began to speak. "...Every night...some days its just flashes and it's not so bad, but the others..." He looked at her with so much grief in his eyes.

She crawled over to him immediately and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her hand lying on his chest feeling the heavy thrum of his heartbeat.

"...my parents, there death is like a video pressed on replay in my mind...And sometimes I don't even see them...I see Thea, Uncle, Digg, You; I see everyone dying just like they did.." His voice was something so heartbroken. It was like he was speaking from a far distance with no way of getting home.

"Oliver, it's okay. Everyone is fine." She attempted, trying to do her best to comfort.

"...I know...I know...but sometimes I don't even realize it...; and sometimes it's the torture that I remember..." He didn't know why he was sharing so much. He never told anyone this except for maybe Digg. He wasn't ready to tell her every single dark secret of his but he wanted too. He wanted to share every part of him with her; and he wanted her to do the same.

Her face had shown him so much care and her comfort; the comfort of her arm being around him was everything.

She wasn't afraid of his horrors; she wasn't afraid of what he's done, of how unhealthy his nightmares were, she wasn't afraid that he was damaged.

She wasn't afraid of him.

He was terrified that she feared him but once again he was surprised by her. This beautiful light. His light. His Felicity.

"Shhh Oliver. It's okay. It's going to be alright..." She said strongly to him.

"Thank you," she whispered to him.

His eyes snapped to hers in question. "For what?"

"For sharing that with me. I know it must have been so hard for you Oliver, I can't even begin to imagine... But know. Just know that you do not have to face these demons alone. You are not alone." She smiled shyly at him.

He pulled her hand from his chest and brought it his face pressing a kiss too it.

"You are remarkable, Мой свет (My Light)"

"I am," she replied matter of factly.

He laughed at her cockiness.

"You are." He said again, voice serious and somewhat seductively. That's when he noticed that she was wearing HIS shirt. Every single ounce of possessiveness came reeling in at that moment.

She was his and his alone. Seeing her in his clothes was too much to bear and he wanted to tear it off her and claim her in another way.

His hand travelled to the collar of his shirt and he got up from his position towering over her. "Nice shirt," he said huskily. "Looks much better on you." he gave her a heated look.

She's pretty sure her heart was going to fail. He was leaning over her and his eyes had grown oh so dark. His face was coming closer but she suddenly jumped up and almost hit his head with hers when she heard his phone cry out.

He growled like literally growled and grabbed it. "Что!" (What!) He bit out at the interruption.

They almost kissed. Oh no.

She needed to get out of here.

She heard him speak harshly in Russian and it was doing things to her insides that it most definitely should not be doing. She's pretty sure he could get her off with just speaking Russian.

She quickly jumped out of bed and made her way to hideout in the bathroom.

She leaned against the bathroom door, chest heaving. What she going to do? Did this mean that Oliver felt the same way or was he just playing.

She didn't know and she was most definitely not ready to find out the answer.

Felicity had hidden out in here 'master computer' room all day; finishing up the upgrades and finally getting ready to turn her babies on.

She was most definitely not ready to see Oliver, even though she really wanted too. She was afraid that maybe this love and affection that she felt for him was one sided. He was a playboy after all; but then why did he always get so jealous and possessive over her. It didn't make any sense.

She banged her head against the computer desk. Why was this so confusing?

"I heard that I could find you here Lis, but i most definitely did not expect to see you doing...that." Thea's voice came from the door.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly strutting into the room. "And wow this place is so awesome. It's like in the movies." She admired the surrounding monitors and computers.

She didn't even give Felicity time to respond before she popped another question while jumping into the plushy chair beside her.

"It's Oliver isn't it?"

Felicity looked at her in disbelief. How did she guess?

"You and Oliver have a habit of being very, very obvious." Thea laughed. While putting her feet up on a desk.

"So what's up with the big bro?"

Felicity glared at her feet on the desk and swatted it off. "Not near my babies Thea or else I'll strangle you with one of the cords."

Thea chuckled at her threat and waited for her to spill her mind.

Screw beating around the bush. "I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with Oliver." She whispered while slamming her head back on the desk, her hands grabbing at her hair.

Thea jumped up and clapped her hands. "I knew it! This is awesome! Wait." Thea stopped jumping for joy and looked at Felicity. "What's the problem?" .

"You knew?" Felicity asked as she raised her head up to look at Thea.

"Well duhh. Like I said you and Ollie are obvious. We actually have a bet going on but that's not important right now." She waved her hands through the air like it was nothing.

"What?!" Felicity scowled. "You had a bet going on. With who?"

"Not important Lis, now spill. What's the issue?" Thea replied.

Felicity paused afraid of actually voicing her fears. "...I..I don't know..if he feels the same way.."

Felicity waited for Thea's response and she was most definitely not expecting for Thea to burst out into laughter. She was literally clenching her stomach.

Felicity narrowed her eyes at Thea. "I'm being serious."

Thea stopped and looked at her in shock. "You two are such idiots...no offense. You have to be blind Lis to not see that Oliver is head over heels in love with you."

Felicity looked thoroughly unconvinced.

"Felicity he literally watches your every move when you're in a room. When you guys were fighting he was like a growly puppy that nobody wanted to go near. I've never seen him act like this over anyone before." Thea said strongly trying to make sure she understood.

"Really?" Felicity squeaked out.

Thea giggled at her face which was literally so cute. Her nose was wrinkled in this funny way and her eyes looked so big and blue at that moment; adorable. "Yes really. I've never seen him go out of his way to try to make any girl happy, other then me and Raisa. It's like the sun has been shining out of his ass since you came into his life. I've never seen him so happy and carefree."

Thea looked around the room jokingly as if somebody was trying to listen in. "I'm sure you've noticed how possessive and jealous he gets around you. Never seen him like that over a girl and you don't even believe what he told the Bratva men he-"

Felicity put a hand up for Thea to stop. "Okay backtrack Thea. What did he tell the men?"

Thea bursted into a fit of giggles. "Oh man he's going to kill me. Well technically I wasn't supposed to know but...you ask him."

"Thea!" She yelled. "Oh my God you can't just do that. Tell me."

"No way. Ollie will have my head if I do."

"I hate you." Felicity popped her head up and pouted.

"No you don't." Thea replied smiling. "And Felicity?"

"What," she huffed.

"Thank you. I mean Thank you for everything that you've done for Oliver. I've never seen him like this before and I'm so grateful. He deserves happiness. You saved him. You saved us."

"Aww Thea." Felicity smiled while crying a bit. "You can't just say things like that when I'm supposed to be mad at you."

They both laughed.

"Okay time for some super duper good news." Thea said quickly as if trying to hold herself back.

"You've been keeping it in for a while, haven't you?" Felicity snorted as she saw Thea literally bouncing in her seat and bouncing when she first walked into the room.

"Yes I have. Now let me speak." She replied giddily.

Felicity giggled and nodded for her to go.

"I kissed Roy!" She blurted out.

"What!? Oh My God! Ahhhhh" Felicity got up and hugged Thea as they squealed.

"I'm so happy for you Thea." Felicity grinned as they sat back down. "When? How? Speak."

"Two days ago. I decided to go for a walk in the gardens and asked if he wanted to come with. Well actually he sort of had too cause he's the bodyguard and all. But he said yes. We were flirting and playing around and then I just went for it cause he was definitely not going to make the move first."

"Aww that's so sweet."

"And it went onto a full out make out session and dang that boy csn kiss." She said while fanning herself.

"So are you guys like dating now? When are you going to tell people? When are you going to tell Oliver? Oh no what if Oliver orders Roy to kill himself?" Felicity went off.

"Ha ha. That is exactlu why we are keeping it a secret for now; and that is also why you are going to tell him." Thea said as though the decision had been made already.

"What?! Why me? He is literally going to shoot the messenger."

"Yeah right he ain't going to touch you. I've already checked this out from all corners. Oliver; will not cause bodily harm to Roy as long as you are there to calm him down."

"What the hell? I'm pretty sure that I add fuel to the fire." Felicity had no clue what this girl was thinking.

"Okay. Oliver, at Verdant was literally going to destroy that guy that hit on you, but you calmed him down and he didn't. Same with Barry. So that is why you tell Oliver. You are his wife after all. "

"Thea." Felicity glared at her.

"Felicity," Thea smirked back.

Oh no she was doing that puppy face again. Why did it have to make her feel so bad?

"Ughh fine. I still hate you. Now get out so I can finish this." Felicity jokingly yelled out.

Thea laughed as she made her way out of the 'master room'. "I love you Lis."

She had gone back to her room early on in the night to ensure that she would not run into Oliver.

Thea's words had definitely made her think differently about Oliver's affection towards her but it still made her wonder as to whether or not they were both prepared to take that step.

She was afraid. Her heart was now in the palm of Oliver's hands and it would destroy her if he crushed it. The rumors of Oliver Queen were not heard on deaf ears. She knew all about it. The faceless women every night; the careless behavior towards them and their feelings.

He was incredibly experienced and she; well she only had one past lover and that was it. That was enough for her but she was afraid that she wouldn't be enough for him.

She had changed into her pajamas again; a pair of shorts and Oliver's T shirt. Oh she saw his reaction to it this morning and she did rather enjoy it when she wasn't freaking out, but it brought her comfort when she was all alone in this big bedroom.

The bedroom was basically the size of an apartment; a very large apartment. It had a massive king sized bed literally fit for a queen in the middle. With two antique mahogany dressers on the side. The room was filled with antique furniture; it was spectacular. She had to admit that the Queen's had marvelous taste.

She sat down on her bed looking into the minor researches that she had set up for her father. She was going to start the big search tomorrow for her father and H.I.V.E. with her lovely computers because they were finally ready for use. Just as she was about to turn the lights off she heard a big boom.

She jumped up and squeaked.

Oh no. She could hear the rain start to pour outside and then another large boom went.

The thunder was too much for her. Her heart started to race at the memories that it brought.

"Relax Felicity. Just breathe." She whispered to herself closing her eyes. And then she heard another crack and literally jumped out of bed.

She could go to her mother. She always made her feel better. But instead she found herself thinking of Oliver.

Her heart raced in panic. She wanted Oliver. She wanted to get lost in his arms and his scent and not have to worry. He said he would always protect her and keep her safe and she wanted him to do just that.

She paced their room and decided to just go and look for him. Hopefully he was home and not busy.

She made her way to the door and opened it, walking out. She saw the guard that was in front of their door and decided to ask him where she could find Oliver.

"Excuse me. Do you know if Oliver is here?" She asked him kindly her body trembling.

"The Captain is in his office Mrs. Queen." The man said, again not looking at her. Okay.

"Thank you so much," she smiled in gratefulness and relief. He was here.

"Mrs. Queen, are you alright?" He asked noticing her body trembling.

"Uhmm yeah. I'm good. Perfect actually. Thanks for asking."

That's when she heard it. Another large boom that caused the lights to flicker on and off and she was lost. She could feel his blade in her. She could feel the fear that night. The blood was pounding in her ears and she couldn't think. She couldn't breathe.

She could just make out the bodyguard yelling at her, shouting something into his earpiece.

Oliver had been in his office finalizing papers for QC when he was disturbed without a knock.

The fuck.

One of his men walked in and looked a mixture of fright and panic.

"Что это?!" (What is it) He yelled at the man. Who did he think he was to disrespect him like that.

The man spoke quickly in fear, "Captain, something is wrong with Mrs. Queen."

That was all it took for Oliver to literally run out of the room like a bat out of hell. His heart was racing, and not because he was running at full speed through the halls of the mansion. What could have happened? Was she hurt? Did someone break in? His mind conjured up hideous stories that made him panic.

When he turned towards the hallway of their room he saw one of his men crouched before her trying to help her.

"Felicity," he cried out as he reached her, the bodyguard quickly moving out of the way.

She was on the floor, on her knees, her head against the wall and her hands trying to hold her up as she tried to breathe; her panic attack killing her lungs.

He pulled her face into his hands as he called out to her. "Felicity listen to me! Listen to my voice!"

She looked up at him in wide eyes her breathing getting harder and harder for her to do.

"Listen to me Felicity! Breathe in and breathe out with me okay. Take deep breaths, it's okay I'm here."

"Breathe in and breathe out." He repeated it with her as he saw her brows furrowed as she tried to concentrate on his words. She began to do as he said, breathing in and breathing out when he told her too.

Slowly she started to relax her breathing somewhat going back to normal.

Oliver did not release his hands from her face afraid that she would go into another attack. His heart was still beating so fast and as soon as he knew that her breathing was alright and she was beginning to come back to him, he pulled her into his arms in a bone crushing hug and held her tight.

"What happened?! Are you okay?! Felicity!" He pulled her into his lap as she burrowed her face into his chest her arms going around his neck.

He could feel her nod against his chest and he shut his eyes in relief just taking moment to relish the fact that she was okay.

He knew that she wouldn't want to say anything out in the open, so he pulled her up higher into his lap and got up from the floor as he carried her bridal style into their room.

He gave his men a nod of thankfulness as he walked into their room and shut the door. He carried her to the bed and sat her down on it before tugging his shoes off and climbing in after.

He sat in the middle of the bed; back against the headboard as he pulled her onto his lap and into his arms.

She was safe with him.

Her head rested against his chest playing with the necklace that he always wore as he traced his fingers along the hem of her shorts, providing whatever sort of comfort he could.

"Felicity, what happened?" He asked somewhat desperately bending his head down as he watched her play with his necklace. He needed to know what caused her panic attack because he needed to find a way to ensure that it never happened again.

She didn't speak for a while and when she did she sounded so small and nervous that he just wanted to cradle her forever. "..It's silly really...I mean I'm a grown woman I shouldn't be afraid of this stuff...I shou-"

And that was when another boom of thunder went; lights flickering and she shrieked jumping up tying her arms around Oliver's neck as she buried her face there.

A look of realization crossed Oliver's face and he didn't find it silly one bit. He pulled her in closer feeling incredibly protective as he asked her. "Felicity. Look at me Красивый. (Beautiful)"

She looked up at him her eyes wide with un surety and fear. "Why are you afraid of the thunder?" He asked softly, concern etched all over his face.

She closed her eyes tightly before opening them again. Her blue eyes freshly coated with tears. "It's because of him." She whispered burying herself back into Oliver.

He couldn't even help the devastation and anger that flowed through his body at that moment. His body went rigid and he unconsciously held her tighter to him his arms completely shielding her from the outside world. He was going to fucking kill this man. The animal inside of him was begging to come out.

She spoke again, her breath touching his neck, "...He..he...there was thunder and lightning...and that was the first night he ever touched me. The first night he hurt me so badly..." He could feel a tear on his neck and that tear burned his soul creating so much fury.

Oliver's hand gripped onto her leg as she spoke, her touch was the only thing stopping him from destroying the drywall; but what he found made everything even worse.

He knew scars. He knew the difference between a scar left from something as simple as a fall, to a bullet, a whip or a blade. He knew his scars well.

He also happened to know that whatever he just felt on the inner part of her upper thigh was most definitely a scar left by a knife.

"Felicity," he growled, his control hanging by a thread. "Did he do this to you?" He traced the scar letting her know what he was talking about.

She pulled away from him and his hands found their way to her face holding it in place; the pads of his thumbs brushing her cheeks. He didn't want her to run, "Tell me."

The tears fell down her face like a waterfall as she cried."...I can still feel the knife Oliver, when I hear the thunder... It was so loud and he was angry at me...and Mom tried to stop him but he did it anyways...he said he was teaching me a lesson and then he struck me...the thunder was so loud..." She hiccuped.

His fingers wiped her tears away. It burned his skin and left a mark as though it were hot wax imprinting itself on his skin. He never wanted to see her cry.

His breathing was shallow as he tried to overthrow the monster inside of him. Knowing that he had left marks on her, marks that should never have scarred her beautiful skin. She was too pure and her own father had done this to her. He was an fucking dead man.

He nudged Felicity and waited until she looked at him and she gasped at what she saw. "Felicity, I swear on my life that I WILL find that worthless son of a bitch." He said angrily through gritted teeth. His jaw was clenched so tightly and his eyes looked ever so dangerous. The darkness had overtook him. "I will find him and I will make him suffer. The day that he ever thought of hurting you was the day he signed his death warrant. He will never touch you again. I promise you that I will fucking find him and I will make him fear living. I will make him beg for death."

The notorious and infamous Bratva Captain, who showed no mercy, who had no soul had shown himself. This was the dangerous Oliver Queen that every single man feared.

He held onto her tight that night. No harm was to ever come to her or else death will plague whoever dared to touch her.