Thank you so much for your reviews, favorites and follows. It's so exciting when I open my email and see those messages. This chapter is told from the viewpoint of Oliver. I'm not quite sure if I got his inner voice right. He is such a broody guy. Your reviews are greatly appreciated.
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Oliver watched Felicity as she became absorbed in her work She pushed her glasses back and dived into the intel she was going through. Today she wore another distracting shade of pink across her lips and had her blonde hair pulled back in its usual pony tail. Mostly what he noticed was the gray pencil skirt she wore that seemed to embrace her curves and make her legs seem even longer.
He knew she watched him. The heat of her gaze seared him and chipped away at his resolve not to give into temptation. At those moments, he would remind himself that Felicity was his friend. She wasn't just his IT girl or sidekick. She was someone who knew him better than anyone else, even Laurel. She believed in him. Some days her belief was what got him through his darkest nights.
There were times when he wanted to forget she was a true friend; that he wasn't the Oliver from before the island. The person he pretended to be in the public would have used any means necessary to get her into his bed. He would have used her obvious crush on him to lure her back to the Queen manor. He'd tell her how beautiful she is and how much he craved the feel of her hands on his arms. That he imagined burying his nose in her hair and breathing her in.
The Oliver from before wouldn't have let honor or guilt get in the way of making Felicity his. He would have said screw friendship because he badly wanted to screw her. He'd feel no guilt for taking advantage of her and walking away the next day.
But now...now he was the Hood. He wouldn't walk up behind her as she typed away at her keyboard and brush her hair off her shoulder. He wouldn't lean down and brush a kiss along the nape of her neck. He wouldn't turn her chair around until she was facing him, remove her glasses and lean down and kiss her lush lips. His hands wouldn't travel up her arms until his hands cupped her face as he deepened the kiss.
He physically hurt that he would never find out if she was as talkative while making love. Would kisses down her smooth stomach render her speechless? Or would she moan and pull on his hair? Would she scream his name as he made love to her over and over again?
Oliver ran a shaky hand over his head. If he didn't stop his thoughts and focus on the mission tonight, he was going to push aside all scruples and seduce her. Or he would get himself killed because his mind refused to stray away from thoughts of her smooth skin and soft gasps. To distract himself, he decided to do some target practice.
Each thunk of an arrow hitting its mark reminded him the mission was what he needed to focus on. He couldn't allow himself to stray away from the plans he made while stuck on that island. Bringing down all those on his list took priority. No matter what he felt for Felicity or how difficult it seemed each day to contain those emotions, he knew he had to remain in control.
Releasing one last arrow, he couldn't help but think about how good he and Felicity would have been together.