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 Five: Why couldn't this wait until after

22 hours before the confrontation with Rose:

Oliver since he had the ninja reflexes had been off the bed in seconds to greet our intruder. I swore that the door was locked until I remembered my keeper had her own key for emergencies as she put it. Well right now was a very different type of emergency and that was me living out my erotic dreams for the past six months. Sadly however we had yet to really achieve the desired actions that would have given me a whole new aspect on my own private fantasies. No instead here I am in with one bra strap off my shoulder, my back against my mattress with my legs pulled up towards my waist. Thank god she made a noise before he had removed my underwear. I jumped off the bed and not gracefully I might add and grabbed my penguin pjs from the side of the bed and threw them on. If you could actually die from embarrassment I would have done so right then and there. Rose was standing in my doorway with her left toe tapping out an annoyed rhythm wearing black pants and a turquoise top. Her usually annoyed brown eyes were like ice, her posture was straight and cold. You could actually feel her anger that was seeping from her very pores. Her arms were crossed across her chest and she was waiting for an explanation about this particular situation.

I was the opposite of composed. I was in the middle of attempting to have sex with my boyfriend so; my usually neat ponytail contained hair was now fanned out around my shoulders pointing in every single direction. My face was still flushed and based on what I could see in the mirror that was directly in front of my bed my lips were red and bruised. I also could detect the remnants of Oliver's lips, his tongue and yes his teeth as my usually pale smooth skin was marred. He had created a path of marks and bruises from behind my left ear all the way down to my collarbone. If I wasn't now in pjs I'm sure my lower abdomen was also sporting some interesting marks as well. I was still huffing and slightly out of breath when I finally spoke in a slightly high pitched tone that was laced with some hostility "Okay… Rose please don't kill me in front of my boyfriend. Also what the hell are you doing here?"

Of course for a moment I had completely forgotten that Oliver was still standing in between Rose and I in only his boxer shorts holding a bat. The slight release of breathe and the chuckle that accompanied it reminded me of that fact. Oliver seemed to have no shame in his state of undress he just stood there ready to attack. I could also see that my mouth had created a similar path along his muscular neck down to his equally muscular chest. If his skin was any indication I was having quite a good time. As if sensing my possible slip in saying the word boyfriend; Oliver's face turned to mine. His eyes conveyed exactly what I needed to see. I didn't slip he was in fact mine.

I moved from my standing position at the front of the bed and around Oliver who was still standing feet apart with a bat in his right hand and his left arm stretched out to block Rose from getting to me. Even now his first instinct was to protect me. If it were even possible I realized that I was falling more in love with him every single day. I moved towards his outstretched arm and put one hand on his left shoulder blade and the other hand on his arm pushing down slightly so he would relax his tense stance. Relaxing slightly under my touch he moved to stand beside me wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me securely to his side. He lowered his right hand with the bat was still clenched firmly within his grasp. Rose noticing of all this finally spoke and she was not high pitched she was down-right pissed off.

Without moving an inch she spoke and I suddenly wished I had thought this through before hand. "FELICITY WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE! YOU'RE JOB WAS TO BRING HIM IN, HAVE HIM AIDE US IN OUR MISSION. YOU'RE JOB WASN'T TO BED HIM."

My face went flax, my eyes widened slightly and I started to tremble which Oliver must have noticed since he pulled me even closer into his side while using his fingers to rub soothing circles into my waist. I was now clutching his shoulder blade while my other arm went up to my face in an exasperated manner.

Attempting to keep my composure I spoke quietly. "I told you months ago that I was beginning to have feelings for him, I even told you a few weeks ago that I was in love with him." At this point my voice was starting to rise getting more forceful so I moved slightly out of Oliver's half embrace. This next part was going to be hard enough without feeling his chest moving against mine.

"You waltzed into my life with an offer of a brand new life. You had me hit by a car, taken to an underground facility, dragged into a world that requires me to be constantly looking over my shoulder and, you have controlled my every waking moment for the past six months." Pausing to take a breath and remember that this next part was going to be the hard part I continued on. "I have told you every detail of every moment that I've spent with Oliver for the past six months. From our first conversation, to our first phone call, our first hood run in, to our first dinner date. You have been apart of every single moment that I have shared with him." My eyes had started to water slightly but my voice gave nothing away as I moved towards Rose. Who had still not moved an inch from the entrance of my bedroom.

I was now standing tall, feeling a sense of confidence that I hadn't felt since I told Oliver the truth just mere hours ago. I brought my eyes up to hers, crossed my arms over my chest and once again took a deep breath. "I love him. This is not a phase that I'm going to grow out of, I fell in love with him all on my own without your permission and I'm not sorry. I'm sorry that you interrupted us because I was finally doing something for me. I spent my life avoiding this kind of moment out of fear of abandonment. I've pushed almost everyone who could cause me pain away in order to protect my heart from ever having to go through the misery that my father put me through as a child. I'm done doing that. I'm done hiding what I feel for him from you, from anyone. I'm done acting like I don't deserve this, like I don't deserve him. I deserve so much more from my life than what you can offer me and Oliver is apart of my life like it or not."

Waiting used to my favorite part of the last six months, waiting for Oliver to show up with some lame excuse to visit me in the IT department, or when he called just to say he missed me, or the daydreaming that kept me warm and happy for the last six months. This waiting was not like that all; this waiting involved Rose and what she was going to decide to do now that I've told Oliver the truth. After my little confession time I expected Rose to yell, scream, hell move an inch from her current position. She did nothing she remained like she was a statue frozen in place. I on the other hand had begun bouncing from foot to foot hoping for her to just do something to let me know what my next step would be. I could hear Oliver's breathing still coming in long, slow, deep comforting waves. He like Rose hadn't moved an inch his body still poised to protect me from any danger that might come up. Rose's eyes left mine and went to Oliver's and she spoke to him instead of me.

"Mr. Queen, I hope that you understand the amount of danger Ms. Smoak has just put herself into. I hope you are worthy of her trust, her respect, and her love." Looking back to me and sighing slightly "Felicity I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted to put you into danger. You were chosen for this position due to circumstances out of your control."

Finally unclasping her arms from across her chest she moved her hand to her left pocket and pulled out her phone. My breath caught in my chest, what was she going to do? Was she turning me in to Amanda? Was she calling a kill squad? What was she going to do? Oliver in the mean time had moved closer in response to her reaching for her pocket and was ready to strike when Rose spoke once more.

"Relax Mr. Queen I'm not calling anyone or turning you in. I'm attempting to gage how I'm going to handle this situation." Calmly she palmed the phone and put it back in her pocket. "Based on the time and, how much of a shock I've just endured I will be back tomorrow evening. I expect that you.." she raised her perfectly manicured hand to point at Oliver and stated in her calm ice Rose voice… "will not be present. Felicity when I come back we're going to discuss this situation and the consequences of your actions."

With that she turned around walked down the hall, past the kitchen and, out the door. As the door slammed shut my eyes closed in relief and then opened again in panic. She was coming back with my fate, she was coming back to decide what was going to happen next. She was coming back in less than 24 hours.

I turned around to finally look at Oliver for what seemed like the first time in hours. In reality it only been thirty minutes ago that he had his hands poised to remove one of the last vestiges of clothing from my body. I sensed that the mood was destroyed and so did he apparently since he had moved to pick up his discarded jeans from my bedroom floor. I watched with some sadness as he moved, I felt like I had said too much to Rose. I hadn't told him how much she knew about our relationship. I honestly hadn't really paid that much attention to the details of what I told her. I just knew that everytime I told her something about him it made me realize how much I felt for him. I must have looked as sad as I felt because I felt his hand grab my waist while his other hand tangled in my hair as he brought our bodies together. I wrapped my arms around his neck instantly craving the warmth that his still bare chest provided. I tucked my head underneath his chin and inhaled feeling instantly at home.

"Felicity stop over thinking. I told you I'm not running from you. Nothing that was said here tonight is going to change what we have."

I smiled into his chest and then kissed the skin there before reaching my head up to kiss the underside of his chin, I slowly moved my hands up from his neck to his hair as I pushed his head down towards mine as I kissed a trail from his chin to the corner of his lips, his nose, his eyes, his forehand and back till I reached his mouth. I paused for a moment before placing a soft kiss on his smiling mouth. I pulled back before he could respond; locking my eyes to his as I spoke.

" I know that, deep down inside. It's just that for a moment everything was perfect. We were perfect and I forgot for a moment how we met. I forgot what brought us together. I just didn't want you to think that every moment I was with you meant nothing because I had to report it to her." I paused before this next part. With my hands still in his hair and my body still pressed against his I told him… "You mean everything to me."

He moved his face down to nuzzle in my hair and brought his arms down to my waist pulling me even tighter to his body. He replied into my hair. "I know how you feel because I feel the same way. You mean just as much to me as I do to you." He moved his head up and used his hand to move my chin upwards to kiss my forehead before he continued to speak. "Well now she knows that I know which means we need a plan. We have to decide how to get you out of your deal with ARGUS, how to make sure I don't have to join them, how to destroy whatever could be worse than ARGUS, and then how to make sure Rose helps with our plan." He stated all of this with ease, no pausing, no worry evident in his voice. He was in command, in control, he basically was starting to go vigilante boy on me.

I looked at him with a smile in my eye and some speculation on how this could possibly work. "Alright he who did work with ARGUS and Amanda Waller for almost a year what do you propose that we do?" He smiled at my statement and still holding me to him responded back with… "Simple you are a genius yes?" I looked at him like I was insulted that he would even have to ask before responding "Yes." He chuckled slightly before responding. "Well than Ms. MIT class of 09 we have some work to do. If we want to beat ARGUS than we have to find out why they picked you to begin with; now correct me if I'm wrong but you do know you're way around a computer correct?"

I smiled and stated "Well yes Mr. I mean Oliver what did you have in mind?" Whatever his plan was if it meant hacking into secret ARGUS files than I was all in.