Hope you are all having a wonderful Christmas! Here's some Olicity goodness.
"Is there something we can give him? Some of your herbs, what if he's sick?" Felicity said, cradling Barry's face as Oliver turned to her, his eyes wide as he reached for her and pulled her back from Barry.
"Don't get too close to him, Felicity." Oliver scolded, his hand running down her arm and sending a shiver up her spine. "You don't know what he's likely to do."
"He's strapped down, he can't do anything." She reasoned, knowing Oliver was just being cautious. "We can't keep him here forever either."
"I know, I just want to know that's he's not a threat to anyone." Oliver said, his fingers threading through hers.
"Look at him, Oliver." She nodded towards the limp body on the table and swearing to herself that Barry's hands had moved. They couldn't have, he's out cold. She shrugged the thought away, looking back to Oliver. "Does he look like he's going to threaten anyone?"
Oliver's eyes drifted over to the table before widening, Felicity followed. Barry was awake and his hands were clenched into fists as he pulled at the chains around his torso. He was free in a matter of seconds and Oliver protectively pushed Felicity behind himself, shielding her with his body as he heard her gasp.
"You," Barry grunted, "You knocked me out." He glared at Oliver as he sat up from his position with dark, tired rings under his eyes that scared Felicity. He stepped towards Oliver as Oliver leapt forward only to come in contact with the hard concrete floor. Barry walked towards him, an expression on his face that Felicity had never seen before.
"I looked up to you as the Vigilante," Barry said, standing over Oliver, "You think you're a hero." He shook his head, "But you don't know what it means to be one." He leaned over Oliver, reaching for his throat, "You are the one who fail this city, Oliver."
Felicity stepped forward to stop him and Barry put his hand back to shove her away lightly, but he'd underestimated his strength. Felicity flew backwards into to glass cabinet that usually held Oliver's hood. She could feel blood dripping down her neck, down her spine as she rolled onto her stomach, causing shards of glass to stick into her.
"Felicity!" Oliver called, pushing at the steel form that had become Barry Allen. Oliver turned his head, looking at Felicity lying on her back, her body motionless with blood stained glass around her.
Barry let go of Oliver and rushed to Felicity in less than a second, he took her hand, whispering apologies, telling her that he didn't mean to hurt her, but she wasn't waking up. Barry felt a sting and the weight of a small dart in the back of his neck. Oliver had shot him again and this time, he wasn't going to stick around to be chained up again. He shot out the door at lightening speed knowing that Oliver would help Felicity, but it wouldn't be long until Oliver picked up his arrows and hunted Barry down.
"Wake up," Oliver whispered, adjusting the sheets around Felicity's waist. He'd taken her back to her place, along with medical supplies and extra arrows, each one intended for Barry. Felicity saw the best in people and sometimes that was a bad thing. She'd trusted Barry not to hurt her yet he'd shoved her away like a fly and left her crumpled in a pile of glass. "Come on, Felicity," Oliver reached for her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face.
Felicity could hear his voice, but she couldn't feel the warmth of his touch, she could only feel the pain shooting up and down her back, legs and shoulders. She didn't want to cry in front of Oliver. She wanted to be strong but she didn't trust herself to speak or open her eyes until she'd gotten her emotions under control.
A moment later Felicity felt warm liquid running slowly down her cheeks, she couldn't hide from him. Her body wouldn't let her and she opened her eyes to tame the flood streaming down her face.
"Hey," Oliver wiped under her eyes gently as she brought her hands to her face to cover it. "Hey, look at me."
Felicity uncovered her face slowly and opened her eyes to see Oliver, sitting on the edge of her bed. She was in her bedroom, her sheets had bloodstains on them and she noticed a number of medicine bottles and bandages sitting around her. She reached for one of the bottles to read the label but was stopped by an incredible pain shooting up her back. She winced and Oliver leaned forward supporting her.
"You should probably take some pain killers." He said, reaching for one of the bottles and picking up the glass of water from her bedside table. "Then we'll get you cleaned up."
Felicity nodded, wondering how she was going to get out of bed with out hurting herself further, to clean herself up. She hoped she wouldn't seem desperate enough that Oliver would have to help her. She'd already been wrong about Barry. He was dangerous, but she still believed that he didn't mean to hurt her. She downed the pills and watched as Oliver moved the sheets back, she gasped as she saw her blood stained pants.
"We're going to need to take these off." He tugged at the leg of them lightly, "I need to make sure you don't need stitches." He said, looking up to a now flush faced Felicity. "This too," he tugged at the sleeve of her hoodie and looked up to her. "Don't be embarrassed." He took in the look on her face and looped his hand in hers. "I just want to check you're okay."
Felicity nodded slowly as Oliver helped her out of bed; it took a couple of moments to get her out of bed. She felt like crying all over again because of the pain her movements had caused her. She didn't want to show Oliver her body like this, not covered in cuts and blood.
"Arms up." He said, lifting her hoodie up gently which had been marked with blood. He took in her shoulders as he crouched down, his thumbs pulling the waistband of her pants down to her feet as she shakily stepped out of them. She stood there in her underwear, nervously, her arms wrapped around her aching stomach as Oliver stood in front of her.
He walked around her twice, inspecting each cut and growing angrier with each second. "I'm going to kill him when I see him." Oliver grumbled, moving in front of her and pushing her hair away from her face. "Does this hurt?" He asked, moving his hand to her ribcage and pushing lightly around her side. She winced in pain and he pulled away quickly, "I think you might have bruised your rib cage pretty badly." He said, but Felicity didn't want to look at her body. She didn't want to see what Oliver was seeing.
"I want to have a shower." Felicity said, looking past Oliver to her bathroom. She needed a couple of moments to herself, to think about what happened at the Foundry, to think about the kiss and if it happened because Oliver was trying to upset Barry or what, she didn't know. She started her way to the bathroom but felt the floor moving under her feet, the walls were spinning and she couldn't concentrate.
"Woah," Oliver said, reaching her quickly to steady her, "easy." He took her hand and helped her to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and ran a warm shower for her. "Just go slow," He said as he watched her move towards the shower.
"I'll be out in a couple of minutes." Felicity said, waiting for Oliver to leave, he'd already seen enough of her. No it was just getting embarrassing.
"You can barely stand up straight, I'm not leaving you in here alone." He said, closing the door behind them.
Felicity rolled her eyes, turning to face the mirror when she almost slipped again. This time she steadied herself without the help of Oliver, but his hands were only millimeters away. "Oliver, I'm not comfortable with you seeing me naked right now." She admitted and he smirked at her. "What?"
"Leave your underwear on, that's what I'm doing." He said, unzipping his hood and hanging it off one of the towel rails. Felicity's mouth dropped, she was gaping at him. Was Oliver about to get into the shower with her? "Felicity," Oliver sighed, stepping towards her and carefully tilting her head towards his. "You're hurt," he whispered, his eyes trained on her mouth, "just let me help you."
Felicity nodded distractedly, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. His lips touched hers gently as if testing the water. Her lips were the softest he'd felt, the warmest and he didn't ever want to move out of the moment they were sharing. Oliver sat his hands on her hips, pulling her softly towards himself; she fit perfectly in his arms. He trailed gentle kisses down her neck and along her collarbone; he looked up to her, seeing he eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar, her head tilted back in pleasure. He wanted more, but right now, more would hurt her and he didn't want things to move too fast with Felicity.
For the first time in his life he'd found a woman he wanted to cherish, to care for. He wanted their first time to be special, the way she deserved it. He pulled away from her, knowing that she was only just getting started. He knew it because of the way she tugged on his hair as he kissed her, the way she pressed her body against his. He knew she wanted it just as much as he did, but now wasn't the time. She was too fragile.
"Shower?" Oliver mumbled and Felicity nodded, not saying a word but looking thoroughly flushed. Oliver liked the way the pink crept on to her cheeks, the way her lips parted. He liked that he was the cause of it. Oliver pulled his shirt off and his pants followed quickly after. They both stood there in their underwear and stared at each other. "Come on," he said, taking a hand towel from the bathroom vanity and helping Felicity into the shower as he followed.