Disclaimer: I own nothing of the wonderful world of Arrow and all the wonderful characters that inhabit that world. My first fic ever so be warned I welcome helpful criticism.
Chapter Four: Truth yields unexpected results
23 hours before the confrontation with Rose.
Telling him was the right thing to do but; I didn't realize how badly I needed him to hear the story. I didn't understand that by telling him the whole truth that the vice grip that was surrounding my heart would begin to lessen. I just didn't realize that by telling him the truth I would be freeing myself from the lies. So here we sit on my cream colored loveseat surrounded by the soft overhead lighting. Over the past hour we've been sitting; well he's been sitting and I've been waiting for him to run. I started this conversation next to him with my legs curled beneath me and holding his hand while his thumb moved smoothly across my knuckles. I took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes as he latched on to mine. I had every intention of keeping some space between us; after all I was basically unloading about six months of emotional upheaval on someone who just recently decided that I was a risk worth taking. I felt that some space was needed. That intention didn't last long. I was in the middle of explaining how ARGUS brought me in and my keeper Rose Danvers. Oliver had remained calm as I explained how we met, and how each time we met I had to report back to Rose with the information. I told him that they needed him to bring down HIVE the same organization that was responsible for Deadshot and Diggle's brother's death. I told him everything that I knew which was sadly still not much. I told him that they were hiding something from me and, I told him that I had every intention of finding out what they were hiding and why.
His thumb finally stopped rubbing across my knuckles. At first I started to panic, I could feel the fear rising up from my chest straight to my throat. I attempted to speak but I was starting to tremble at the same time. As I attempted to separate our hands thinking that he needed the space. He stopped me by squeezing down even harder on my hand and, reaching out with the other hand to grasp my chin. He slowly lifted my face upwards while keeping the pressure consistent on my hand. His blue eyes blazed with multiple emotions but first among them was love the second and just as strong was rage. He moved his hand from my chin up towards my check and brushed the hair that had fallen away from my eyes as he spoke.
His tone was calm but bristled with unexpressed rage. "Felicity" saying my name as if it were a prayer. "You were hit by a car, they put your life in danger. How could you agree to work with these people after that?"
I should have known that he would be upset about this fact. I should have known that he was going to be angry about how they brought me in. After all his primary concern for the past three months of our relationship has been my safety. At this point any pretense I had of keeping the space between us was gone. This man was holding my hand in a vice grip and cradling the side of my face like I was a life raft and he was the one afloat in it. I released his hand and surged forward from my seated position to fully wrap my small frame against his. He adjusted to my movements like they were his own moving his hand from my face to wrap both of his arms securely around my waist pushing me further into his welcoming chest. So there I was with both my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms both banded tightly around his muscular neck; and my head securely tucked underneath his chin. This was my favorite place to be with my ear pressed against his heart hearing the strong rhythmic beating that started to mirror my own.
Taking another deep breath inhaling his scent that was a mixture of soap, laundry, and something else that I couldn't quite identify; I spoke without removing my head from its place on his chest.
"I didn't feel like I was making a bad choice. You have to understand Oliver they were offering me a chance to change my life. They were giving me a way out of the life that I hadn't chosen. I saw a chance to change my fate and yes I jumped at it." Sneaking a peak up towards his face I continued on… "That chance is what brought you into my life."
Now feeling more confident I pushed my legs further around his waist while loosening the grip on his neck I pushed myself slightly away from his chest or my second home and looked straight into his eyes. If I was going to say this I was going to look into those blue eyes that had been in my dreams every night for the past six months. "I don't regret a single moment, I don't regret a single choice I've made. Every single one of those moments and choices is what gave me you. I thought by telling you this story I was going to lose you for good. I thought that working with ARGUS was going to give me a chance to shine, to show the world what a bitch with Wifi can do." I paused when he smiled that breathtaking Felicity smile as I had dubbed it and then I continued on.
"I never thought about the consequences of my actions I just thought about the gain. That's how I've been getting through these last six months. I never once stopped to consider if this was the right choice or the wrong choice. I didn't really start to question any of this until our first dinner together. I can still remember every detail perfectly from the table cloth, to the twinkling lights that surrounded the outside patio. I can even remember the look in your eyes when I told you about my Goth phase and my relationship with Cooper. That night I stormed into Rose's office and told her that we had a problem. I knew it that night, I knew in that moment that I was starting to fall in love with you."
If I hadn't blown his mind before I had definitely done it now. He just sat there holding me even tighter if that were possible than before my little confession. My eyes had once again started to well up in spite of myself and his hand once again was there to wipe away my falling tears. I expected words, I expected him to maybe pull me back down towards his chest, or even softly kiss my forehead as he often did when we parted for the night. However I really didn't expect this. I could feel his hand move from my face towards the base of my neck. Before I knew what was happening his mouth was colliding with my own. If I could have described that kiss it would start with Earth shattering and end with mind blown.
His mouth moved against mine with an urgency that I hadn't yet felt. In all our previous kisses it was soft, light, gentle, even calming. Even when he told me he loved me his kiss wasn't anywhere close to this. This kiss felt like he was trying to claim my soul with his mouth alone. I moved my own lips to match his biting, nipping, teasing along his top lip as he focused on my bottom lip. I felt the moan in the back of my throat before I heard it. I felt the way my hands moved along the nape of his neck to tangle in the short hair; I felt as they moved upwards to his face and then to the crown of his head. As I lightly scraped my finger nails against his scalp I started to moan. I moaned even more when his hands moved up from my waist to slide underneath the cotton tank top that had started to rise up from our bodies grinding into one another. However I knew I had him when I heard his moaning growl when my tongue finally gained access to his. As our mouths continued to do battle against one another his hands continued to move upwards grazing my shoulder blades to further push my chest towards his. Due to the increased friction between our chests and the friction that was increasing below my waist I moved my hands down to the bottom of his shirt and slipped my hands beneath the soft material of his shirt.
Heaven should be renamed to Oliver's body. I used my hands to give myself a mental picture of his stomach as my hand moved slowly across the muscular planes. I used my nails to lightly scrape the muscled curves; I used my fingertips to traces the scars that I could feel as I moved them from the front to the back. His moans were coming faster and starting to match mine as our hands continued to explore the skin beneath our clothes. Hands moving, bodies thrusting and grinding beginning to match in a rushed and hurried pattern; his mouth now left mine to lightly kiss his way down my throat to my collarbone where he now was taking up residence. He sucked and nipped and licked over my pulse point as I tipped my head back and to the side to allow him better access.
Our movements were perfectly in sync both of us matching each other thrust for grinding thrust. Now as his mouth traveled back up towards my mouth once again aching to feel that connection that was felt each time our lips touched; I wanted more, I needed more. Letting my emotions fully take over before my brain could tell me to stop I pulled my hands away from the waistband of his jeans to reach for his shirt. His mouth stilled as did his roaming hands that had been blazing a scorching pattern up and down my back. He lifted his eyes to look into mine, silently asking if this was really what I wanted. I knew we were going too fast and, I knew that if I did this if we pushed past this final barrier there was no going back. I also knew in that moment I didn't give a damn. I wanted him, I wanted to feel him as he moved against me, around me, in me. I wanted to see his eyes when we were finally joined. I wanted to feel our connection in my inner core.
Our breathing still erratic was beginning to slow as we both realized what we were about to do. His hands were still slowly tracing patterns into my flesh and we were still clinging together with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He thankfully spoke first.
"Felicity if we go any further I'm not going to want to stop."
My eyes growing slightly larger and my breathing was still coming in fits and starts responded without words but with actions. I let my eyes and my hands give him my answer. I kept my eyes glued to his as I removed his arms from around my slightly trembling body. I then took my hands to lift the tank top over my head. I swear you'd think that I had offered him the world. With his eyes never leaving mine he removed his own shirt and threw it to the ground. I released his gaze and let my eyes settle upon his body. I could see every scar, every mark, every horror that had been inflicted upon his body during those five years away. I slowly moved my head down to kiss each and every scar dedicating them to my memory for further exploration later. I used my hands to trace each one after each feather light kiss to further remind myself how much he meant to me. I could feel his whole body shudder underneath my touch, I felt each breath he took with each scar I kissed and caressed. Apparently he too wanted to explore as his hands started to once again move up and down my arms, and then down towards my waist. His thumbs started to rub in concentric circles over my pelvic bone as if attempting to commit the curves of my body to memory.
I was still committing his body to memory when his hands paused and then shifted position underneath my buttock and then started to lift me upwards further towards his chest.
"Felicity if we're going to continue this it's not going to be on your loveseat in your family room. I wanted our first time to be meaningful, unrushed, unhurried, and certainly in a bed. Thus far I've checked off three of the four. I fully intend to check off the fourth." Fully understanding his movements I stopped what I was doing and once again locked my eyes to his as I locked my arms and legs around his body. "Alright then my bedroom is down the hall and to the left." With barely any effort he stood up bringing me with him. I used my new vantage point to take my nose and slowly trailed it down the side of his face. I then used my mouth to retrace that same trail as I left small, light kisses down his check towards his neck and then down to his collarbone. I fully intended to mark him as he had marked me. I started to suck and nip at his pulse point as he moved forward down the dark hall towards my partially open bedroom door.
Using his foot he pushed the door open while still firmly holding my body to his. I could feel his steps slow as he reached the foot of the bed. I ceased my actions against his neck and looked up at his face as he paused. I reached my hand up to slowly cup his cheek sensing his hesitation. I used my voiced to ease any remaining doubts he may have. "I want this Oliver, I wouldn't have let it get this far if I didn't. I want you, I love you just let go and be with me." His eyes were still stormy with doubt, they still showed the hesitation, they still showed the fear that had been there since the day we met. Apprarently I had voiced this little internal monologue since Oliver than began to speak.
"Felicity I love you, and I want you too. I'm not hesitating out of fear I'm stopping to memorize every detail of this moment. My life for the past five years was filled with mostly bad moments intermixed with very few good ones. I never intended to fall for you. You were just a means to an end, I needed information and you were there to provide it. That all changed when I walked in your office and saw you chewing on that damn red pen. I think part of me started to wake up in that moment. You struck a cord somewhere in my heart and everyday since then you've been striking the same cord. I just wanted to make sure I memorized every moment of everyday that I have with you. I love you and I never want to forget what it felt like to have you love me back." My response wasn't words my response was to latch my mouth to his.
I forgot for a moment that we were in my modest bedroom with my queen sized bed, covered with my purple comforter. I had a nightstand to the right with a small lamp that matched the purple sheets and random pictures of my mother and I from days past. I had a small desk near the bay windows that held my computer and other various equipment to the right of the bed; my bathroom and dresser were situated to the right of the bed closest to the nightstand. I forgot all this until I felt my back being gently lowered towards the bed. I felt his tongue disengage with mine as he moved his body away from mine and began to remove the rest of my clothing. He bent down and leaned against the bed frame and removed my socks that weren't sexy at all. Hell they had green, blue, and yellow stripes on them. Before coming back to my body he leaned away to remove his own shoes and then still on his knees he leaned forward to unbuckle the waistband of the pants that I had been wearing.
I kept my eyes glued to his face as he slowly undid the button and pulled the zipper down to reveal much to my personal relief a pair of green laced underwear. I lifted my hips up slightly as he removed the offending item of clothing so that I was just left in my green lace bra and of course the matching panties. Thank god for Rose and her insisting on updating my wardrobe. Although I highly doubt she did it for this particular reason. He started to kiss his way down my abdomen as his hands continued to touch and caress the sides of waist as they traveled down to touch and kneed the flesh of buttock. His tongue dipped into my belly button and circled slowly before he blazed a path down towards the band of the green lace. With hands continuing his assult on the lower half of my body he kissed and nipped along the line of the green lace until he finally stopped. My hands meanwhile had been wrapped up in this hair as my nails scraped along his scalp with every kiss, and nip to my skin.
I finally decided I had been teased enough. I removed my hands from his head and pushed him upwards. Taking in the fact that I was in undergarments and he still was not I moved to rectify this situation. Still keeping our eyes locked together I moved my hand to unbuckle the belt that blocked my path to his jeans button. Once the belt was done and the jeans came sliding down I fully took in the beauty that was Oliver Queen. Granted he was still in his boxer shorts but he was beautiful. He was perfect and he was looking at me thinking that I was. I stood up from the bed pulled his lips toward mine and gently kissed his lips with mine. The kiss started to change going from sweet to hungry and lustful. He once again positioned his hands beneath my ass and lifted me up encouraging my legs to once again warp around his waist. He pushed us both back against the bed our hands were going everywhere. My hands down his back to cup his ass, his hands traveled up to cup my still lace covered breast. I started to feel the familiar burn between my legs return but this time I wasn't dreaming of having his body over my own this time it was real. My legs were still wrapped around him my hips were thrusting and grinding into his. Each thrust was met with one of his, the friction was starting to become unbearable. His hand was starting to reach for the bra clasp when the worst possible thing could happen.
I had forgotten the world had existed outside of our own little bubble here in my apartment. However Rose had not. I was so wrapped up in what Oliver was doing to my body that I didn't hear click clack of shoes on the hardwood floor. I hadn't realized that Oliver's hands had moved away from my very wanton body until I heard Rose speak.
"Well I would have called if I thought you had company. Mr. Queen I presume."
Oliver had reached for the closet thing to a weapon he could find in my bedroom which was a baseball bat that was being aimed right at Rose's head.
"Yes and how do you know my name?"
"Well I'm Rose Danvers and based on where this situation was going I expect Felicity has told you exactly who I am."
See fate just really doesn't want to cut me any breaks.
Note: yeah sorry I know I'm mean. I don't really have any experience with the writing of well anything so this was really a test chapter. Next chapter will continue this scene and then we'll be flashing back to the second meeting and yes that darn phone number.