I know that I've already updated once today but I couldn't help it. I was having a much needed break from doing my major assignment for college and I decided to indulge. I hope you like it because this is the first time I've every written something so sexy!

Enjoy!

The water was perfect, Felicity welcomed the sensation as it washed over her wounds. It did sting but the man standing in front of her was a great distraction. She watched as Oliver wet the hand towel he held and ran it softly over her arms. She bit her lip every time it hurt and every time Oliver apologized. It wasn't his fault but she knew if she told him that it would lead to an argument and she didn't want to fight, she just wanted to feel.

She felt Oliver's hands on her shoulders, turning her towards the wall. Her back was the worst off out of everything. He'd removed the glass from her wounds when she was unconscious but the marks they left were still deep and harsh. He cleaned her shoulders first, watching the light red water run down her back to where she stood. He pushed her bra straps down and ran the cloth gently over each side. He leaned forward, pressing feather light kisses up and down her long neck. She let out a light sigh as she leaned her head back on his shoulder. She didn't need painkillers when she had Oliver, he was her cure and she'd become and addict if he'd let her.

He leaned away, continuing his work on her back, running the cloth lightly across her wounds, he saw her reach behind herself and undo the clasp that held her ripped bra together. She let it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Oliver had to bite his tongue not to gasp and Felicity felt his usually smooth hands jolt slightly and she wondered if she'd imagined it. Oliver Queen could not be this affected by her, she thought, but he was.

His hands finished with her back and he turned her back around to face him. She had a cut on the curve of her breast that he hadn't seen before. Water mixed with blood dripped out of it and glided over her pink, erect nipple. She reached for his hand, pulling it towards the wound and he started to wipe gently at it. She rested one hand on his shoulder to steady her self as she stepped closer to him. He dropped the cloth and it splashed at their feet but neither of them cared as his lips crashed to hers and their tongues fought for dominance.

Her hands were everywhere, in his hair, running down his back and over his chest and he wanted to touch her just as much but he was afraid he'd hurt her. He moved one hand under her hair, pulling her closer towards him and the other hand rested lightly on her hip.

"I won't break, Oliver." She whispered, making his heart pound rapidly in his chest, "Those pain killers were really strong." She said, causing him to rumble quietly with laughter. He pulled away to look at her and saw how beautiful she looked when she was flustered. He'd watched her at the Foundry when she'd sat frustrated with a firewall or while she was trying to hack a phone, but this was another type of frustration. One he desperately wanted to explore.

"I don't want to hurt you." He ran his hand over hers and brought it to his mouth where he pressed a soft kiss to each of her knuckles. He reached behind himself, turning off the faucet as he led her out of the shower and onto the bath mat. He wrapped her in a towel and pressed at her wounds lightly to remove any excess blood. He dried himself quickly and took the small box of medical supplies he'd brought with him from Felicity's bed and made his way back to the bathroom.

She dropped the towel from around her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Oliver had antiseptic cream in his hand along with some bandages and cotton wool buds.

"Turn around." He said and she complied, coming face to face with herself in her bathroom mirror. She could see the cuts on her chest, the hideous marks they were going to leave, but Oliver was looking at her as if he couldn't see them. She felt him wipe over each wound once more. "This might sting a little." He said, applying the antiseptic cream to her cuts, he was right, it did sting. A lot. She winced and gripped onto her vanity hard as Oliver cut small bandages and secured them over each wound.

She felt his hands run down her sides, over her backside briefly then to her thighs. She gasped, feeling his warm touch in such an intimate place.

"Turn around." He whispered.

She turned, her hands still supporting her on the edge of the vanity as he inspected the cuts on one of her upper thighs. He ran his hand up the inside of her leg, stopping mere centimeters away from her underwear and peeked up at her to see her reaction. She had her eyes closed, her teeth secured her bottom lip and he ran his hand back down her thigh and up again just to see how much his touch affected her.

He took his time, patching up the cut on her thigh. Her underwear concealing the one thing he desperately wanted to get his hands on. He stood up, his hands running up her sides as he moved to her stomach. She only had a few cuts there and he patched them up quickly as she watched him work. The cut on her breast was all that was left.

He dabbed the antiseptic cream on it, eliciting a whimper from Felicity. She bit her lip once more and he lent towards her, tugging her tip from her teeth with his own. He kissed her chastely before moving on. He took the square bandage and placed it on the cut at the curve of her breast and he secured it in place.

He put the medical supplies back on the vanity and rested his hands next to hers, ducking his head to her chest where he lowered his mouth to her wounded breast. He kissed gently around the bandage before moving to the other, unmarked mound. He felt her hand in his hair and her fingers running smoothly over his scalp as he kissed and kneaded her with his tongue.

He slowly worked his way up her chest, past her neck and to her lips where she welcomed him eagerly.

"Why did we wait so long to do this?" Felicity asked breathlessly.

"Wait till I get you in my office, Miss Smoak." He smiled against her lips and pulled back. "How are you feeling?"

"Aroused." She stated and he hung his head and laughed.

"Well, I know that," he smirked, "how does the rest of you feel?"

She realized he was talking about the marks on her body, the painkillers were doing their job, they could have been stronger but she wasn't going to complain because Oliver Queen had just played Doctor with her.

More than anything Felicity felt tired, the sun was going to rise in a matter of hours and so much had happened that made her just want to sink into her pillow, but not without Oliver.

"I'm a little tired," she admitted, picking up Oliver's shirt and slipping it over her head, he'd never seen her look so sexy. "Stay with me tonight?"

Oliver nodded and took her hand, leading her to her bedroom. "Of course." He helped her into bed and crossed to the other side to pull down the sheets and climb in. There were bloodstains on the sheets but neither of them cared as they pulled each other close. Felicity fell asleep with her head nuzzled in the crook of Oliver's neck and he drifted off, listening to Felicity's steady heartbeat, moving against his chest. It was the nicest harmony he'd ever heard.