Okay so with just starting college and all, I haven't had change to go through and check for mistakes so I hope there aren't any and if there are, that you can still understand what I had meant.
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She was sore and tired – exhausted even – and all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, it hurt everywhere, the agony of working herself too hard, pushing past the boundaries of her known limits, she now knew what Oliver suffered every moment of his time away.
Utter fatigue.
It had been six hours since Sara awarded Felicity with the glow in the dark pink nunchaku, all six of these hours spent practicing without break. She could feel Oliver watching her like a hawk as she learnt, feeling his gaze burn a hole in her mind. Every so often his hand would slam down on her desk as he thought of something torturous, every now and again he'd start to shake and struggle for breath in anger, but Felicity knew better than to crowd around him, especially with Sara here too.
"Tell me what's wrong," a sweaty Felicity Smoak demanded from the training mats the second Sara left the foundry for her weekly Lance family dinner at Laurel's, cutting their training to what she had implied was 'short.'
Oliver sighed, internally debating the possibility of successful lying to his IT girl, he knew damn well that he wouldn't succeed, so half-truths it would have to be, "it's nothing, I'm just worried about you."
She knew this wasn't a lie, of course it wasn't, but she also knew it wasn't the whole truth. Along with this, Felicity also knew Oliver better than she knew herself, he'd tell her eventually, when he's ready, or when he thinks she's ready. Pushing him would only put more distance between them. And she was keeping secrets too, this situation had her utterly freaked out as she remembered Daniel's promise to her. But that's impossible right? She had to keep reminding herself. He's in prison.
"What's wrong with you?" He shot back at her, making himself comfy in her desk chair.
When her heart rate finally got back to normal from her training and she could finally breathe again, she walked towards where he sat, sitting atop him so she was straddling his waist, "You know this whole situation just has me filled to the brim with worry and fright, I think I need to take my mind off of it," she spoke, wriggling in his lap.
"Oh, really?" Oliver asked, latching his hands onto her waist, "I think I can help with that," as he spoke, he lowered his lips to her neck, speaking the final words into the skin there, his breathe ghosting over her. Then, he pressed the shortest of kisses below her ear, before moving down slightly and kissing her again.
"Nu-uh," she spoke, pushing him back from her neck, "Allow me."
She doesn't know where she finds the energy from, a moment ago she was short of breath and in fear of her heart leaping from her chest after her workout, but she manages to slide off of him, kneeling before him on the floor.
Before Oliver could form any sort of explanation in his mind at what she was doing, long nifty fingers made work at pulling his belt from around his waist, throwing it behind her before they moved to his zipper. All Oliver could do was watch her, slightly disappointed with the situation. Every time he imagined this – and there had been many times, in many unfortunate circumstances – she had been pink-lipped, though he had a feeling that once her lipstick-less lips started to work their magic, he wouldn't give a rat's ass.
He bucked his hips to let her slide both his jeans and boxers down simultaneously, letting them pool at his ankles. As if only to torture him, she let her tongue slide across her lower lip and back into her mouth as he thought in great detail about what those exact lips were about to do to both his body and his state of mind.
His cock sprang forward and she lowered her head to meet it, her tongue flicking back and forth the underside of it. He struggled to refrain himself, feeling a burning sensation crawl through him as she hit a particularly sensitive spot where the shaft and the head met, body shivering.
A moment later, her mouth submerged his tip and in a torturously slow manner, she took him in bit by bit until he hit the back of her throat. Oliver's head fell back immediately, shutting his eyes tight as he suppressed a moan and gripped the arms of the chair tight.
As she sucked the head of his cock, a hand wrapped around the upper part of his shaft, stroking it with precise movements to make his eyes fall back into his head, her warm tongue intensely working a dreamlike touch .
He made the effort to look down at her, knowing she always liked to see what things like this did to him. Blue eyes met blue eyes, an elated gaze passed between them as she slid up and down his length. She continued to stroke him with her left hand, slowly enough to make him make their shared look in exasperation.
Her lips departed from him with a pop and he returned his eyes to her equally curious and annoyed at her sudden stop. But soon, he forgot as she brought her other hand to play with his balls, feeling them twitch in her hands as she stroked his length at an energetic pace.
"Let go, baby," she told him, licking her lips as power overcame her. She loved watching him like this, cowering beneath her touch, pride filled her knowing she could bring such a man to the brink of despair.
Pressure built up inside him, the final straw being the gentle swirling of her thumb around the head. And he let go as she had told him, releasing that built up pressure onto her desk chair and her tongue soon made work to clear it up before she released him, totally spent.
He sat there, in her very own desk chair as he caught his breath. Felicity moved back to straddle his lap, still fully clothed, gently kissing and biting at his neck and shoulder blade.
Once he finally regained a hint of energy, he moved his arms from their tight grip on the arms of her chair and wrapped them around her waist, planning exactly how he would fuck her silly that night, payback for leaving him spent in the place he felt his strongest.
"Now, you owe me," she explained, moving away from his neck to look him dead straight in the eyes.
"I'd be happy to return the…"
"Nu-uh," she cut him off, lacing her fingers into his short hair, "I want my payment in secrets."
Oliver smirked at her, moving his hands to run a pattern up and down her spine under her top, "and what sort of secrets would you be interested in, Miss Smoak?"
"The kind that are about things you're hiding from me, got any of those?" she questioned, eyebrow raised.
Oliver sighed, knowing that no matter how much he wanted to protect her from the truth, she should know exactly who it was that he thought was trying to kill her, "can this wait until I put my pants back on?"
"I guess," Felicity replied, shifting off of Oliver's lap so he could rise to redress himself, slotting back into the chair, Felicity finding the same spot she had just been in.
"I'm surprised actually, that you didn't go for round two," he mocked, his hands massaging the upper part of her thighs he knew from experience could be hellishly sore after a workout.
"I honestly don't have the energy," she responded, melting at his touch until she realised exactly what was going on here, "don't try and change the subject, what are you hiding from me?"
"Felicity-"
"No, Oliver. Don't try and protect me, I'm the one whose life is at risk now, let me in," she cut him off, not letting him even contemplate his polite refusal before adding "please," in the softest and most desperate tone.
"Laurel, she came to me needing help with a case," he began, inevitably stalling for time, trying to find the right words to say here.
"Nothing ever good comes from conversations with Laurel, I thought we went over this," she was joking, he knew this, and normally that sort of comment was elicit some sort of smile from him. That's how she knew this was serious.
"When she was flicking in her folder for some information for me, I saw a case she had won… It was a guy, she said he had been moved from whatever prison he was in previously to Iron Heights in Starling, he appealed for a shorter sentence, he found God or something, I don't know. She didn't think she'd win the case but it was a favour for a friend apparently, and well… turns out Laurel's pretty damn good at her job 'cause he was released not long ago…"
"Oliver," Felicity whispered, cutting him off, their intimate seating totally forgotten in the look of their eyes, both brimming with tears as all of the pieces fit together, "what exactly is it you're trying to tell me?"
"Daniel Phillips… He's out of prison… and he's in Starling."
It was like somebody had knocked the air out of Felicity's lungs, she felt everything collapse on her, and everything became numb as she fought herself, an inner battle raging as she tried to take oxygen into her system. There were a lot of things that she needed in that moment, things like oxygen, answers, a hug even. But at the forefront of them all; full disclosure.
"He…" She took in a ragged, shaky breath, gripping tightly onto Oliver's shirt, "He swore to God…" She gulped down more air in a haze, "That he'd…" another precarious breath, "he'd… he'd kill…" a sob broke as she took in more air, "…kill me."
Then, with one final shabby breath, her vision blackened and she slipped from consciousness.
Seven years earlier…
"You stupid bitch!" He shouted to her from the alternate side of her bedroom, "you stupid, careless, imbecilic bitch!" Each word cut like a knife to her heart, it was only moments ago that she had been fumbling for her keys as he placed loving kisses along her neck with her back pressed against the door, she should've known it was too good to be true, he had promised after the first two times that it would never happen again, but she should've seen through it, Daniel Phillips doesn't change, not for anyone.
"I'm…" she stumbled on her words, slowly walking backwards from where she stood towards the door, if only she could open the door, she could make a run for it, lock herself in the bathroom, it wouldn't keep him for long, not while he was in this sort of mood, but Marvin would be home soon, she just had to stall until he came back, "…I'm sorry… It was an accident, I didn't mean to. Come on baby, you know I didn't mean to."
Daniel rubbed a hand over his chest, where Felicity had clumsily spilt her red wine, inevitably causing this rage. "You should be sorry, I'll make sure that you are," he stalked towards her as he spoke, backing her into the door, trapping her, she could feel the handle pressed into her back, it felt like freedom.
"I am sorry, you know I am, so let's just go to bed, yeah?" she bargained, watching his eyes fill with relief as he realised she wasn't going anywhere, that she would stay with him. But he was wrong, the moment his back was turned, Felicity Smoak made her escape, throwing the door open with enough force to knock out an elephant as she skidded towards the bathroom at the end of the hall.
She was only a meter away when he caught up with her, strong hands gripping the top of her arms, jerking her back so she came chest to chest with her capturer, "Please don't do this Daniel, you love me don't you?" He nodded weakly, his tight grip on her keeping the fake blonde firmly rooted in place, "if you love me then you wouldn't hurt me, prove to me that you do. Please, don't do this."
His right hand left her arm and she thought for a moment that it was over, but this was only the beginning, he wasted no time in cupping her cheek in his free hand, softly at first as if to comfort her, "it is because I love you that I must teach you how to behave, and how do we achieve that?" He asked her.
She knew his answer, what he wanted to hear, this was the third time his rage had built up to more than just a slap or a punch, and each of the previous times he had asked her this question, used this excuse, but she was Felicity Smoak, she doesn't take any bullshit, "with respect?"
"With punishment," and with that his final words, he backhanded slapped her across the face, dragging her back into her room behind him.
He didn't listen as she yelled, he didn't react as she threw punches, he didn't look at her when he hiked her skirt above her waist and thrust deeply into her.
She struggled to breath, his weight atop her mixed with panic and fear were all the reason she needed for her lungs to struggle excepting the air it was offered. She whimpered with every deep thrust he made, still ranting and raving about the stupid spot of red wine she had spilt. She just lay there, on her bed, his broad frame above her, exhausted from fighting and convincing herself that this was just a faze, that most relationships had times like this, when the sex was so one-sided, the other party just lay there in agony.
Blood trickled down her face, bruises begun to form under her skin as his grip on her tightened with each movement he made. It wasn't long before he bit into her neck, drawing blood which he lapped up swiftly.
It was one final thrust before they both came, Felicity switching her screams for shrieks, everything hurt, even her mind as she over-analysed the situation. He pulled out of her and left to clean himself up, satisfied with a good day's work. After the pain and fear, came the shame, the disappointment, the feel of his dirty hands all over her pale skin, now beginning to blotch with blue and yellow.
Sounds became more than just that. The bathroom door opening was like a crescendo of bullets in her mind, Daniel's slow footprints like landmine explosions around her, but when he leant down to her, now fully dressed and kissed her forehead as she wept, whispering "thank you, for your servitude" she felt like a full blown terrorist attack was going on in her very own brain.
Felicity struggled to get to her feet, her legs giving out on her several times as she surveyed the damage and changed into something frumpier, to hide the reminders of him that she would carry for a week on her body, and forever in her mind.
Before collapsing in exhaustion, she threw things in a disgusted, angry, dirty rage, punching her mirror as the woman she saw in it mocked her gaunt face and sunset eyes, making the image of herself as broken as she felt.
She sobbed, unable to stop.
"Felicity?" A familiar voice pulled her back into the light, "Felicity, are you okay? Open your eyes, stay with me."
She did as she had been told, locking eyes with another blue set, "Oli… Oliver?"
"I'm here baby, I'm here," He comforted, letting her sob into his chest, holding her in place with strong arms. Felicity admired how the situation could be so different, Daniel was strong too, his embrace was unbreakable, but where his scared her, made her feel trapped, Oliver's only made her feel safe, feel loved.
"I still don't… I don't understand how…"
"How he could get into the Foundry?" Oliver finished for her, she nodded. "Someone must be working for him."
"Who?" Felicity asked, pulling herself from his chest long enough to see the concern and anger mixing in his azure eyes, "Laurel?"
"I don't know," he told her, holding on for dear life, unable to face even the thought of losing her, "but I promise you Felicity, I will find out."
