He might be government property but he also her husband.
Felicity fidgeted under the gaze of her husbands Commanding Officer, hating the way John Diggle was assessing her.
She had no idea why she had been called in, and her mind was going in all directions. Had something happened to Oliver? Was she needed for some computer detail? Was Oliver being called into a longer mission?
"Mrs Queen." John Diggle murmured, leaning back in his chair as his right hand lifted to rub his fingers over his bottom lip.
Oh shit, oh shit, this was not good.
"Is Oliver okay?" she whispered, leaning over the desk, her fingernails biting at the wood.
"Yes, Mrs Queen. Sergeant Queen is okay. However, it is you who seems to be the issue." John murmured, a grin quirking his lips before he seemed to pull himself together.
"Me? What have I done?" she squeaked.
"Ever heard of DoGP?" he asked her, leaning towards her now.
"Yes, of course. Destruction of Government Property. What do I have to do with it?" she asked, rightfully confused now.
"Are you aware that my men are classified as government property?" he asked. She rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair. Men weren't government property.
"And are you aware that our men are not to be harmed while on leave?" she had no idea where the hell he was going with this.
"Of course I am, John. I make sure Oliver is always wearing sunscreen when we are out in the sun, even though he fights me each time." she grumbled.
"Then is there a reason as to why my top Sergeant is covered in love bites?" he murmured, moving back in his chair once again.
Felicity froze, her eye widening and her breath hitching. She stared at her husbands CO, her mouth opening to respond but she was so shocked. She stared at him longer, waiting for him to say something more, to tell her that he was joking but he jus sat there, watching her.
"Hickeys do not harm people!" she sputtered out.
"It is a destruction of government property, Mrs Queen. Therefore, it is classified as harming government property. So in future reference, please refrain from leaving bite marks on my Sergeant." he told her.
The next time Oliver went into a mission after her chat with his CO, Felicity got a phone call.
"This is your last warning Mrs Queen. I spotted seven love bites on my Sergeant's person." John Diggle murmured. Felicity had laughed it off, not taking it seriously.
The next time after that, she didn't get a phone call. She just received a $500 fine.
Sidenote: I have no idea how the Marine's works, I seriously just went off from that tumblr post. Just remember that this was just a fun fic, nothing factual in there (I think)