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He'd returned to the room soaking wet from running in the exercise room. Grabbing a quick shower, he bit his lip then lay down on top of those red covers in that queen size bed, and he turned his back and got as far away from her as he could and exhausted, he passed out.
A short time later, he woke up to find that against his will he'd moved in his sleep. He was in his spot, his very favorite spot in the world.
The place where he'd enfolded her small frame with his large body and spooned his body against her warm back. The place where she made his entire chest ache from the contact, from her scent, her skin.
God knew he wanted to just shut his eyes and his throat closed up. Swallowing hard, he'd realized just how much he'd missed this, missed feeling like he'd finally came home. He just wanted to burrow his head in the sand and savor the moment.
But that wasn't reality and he knew it.
Reality, he realized meant he was rock hard and aching. His solid erection settled against her perfect, totally awesome ass and it was pure torture as his body responded, tightened even more at just the thought of what he could do to her, could do with her.
And he wanted her and he wanted her right NOW!
It was all he could do to hold back to not just take her and it would be rough and this very instant.
Her scent enveloped him and heaven knew the way she smelled from the very instant she entered a room. Unbidden, his hand moved and touched her arm, dragging his fingertips gently across her soft skin.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" she asked sleepily, but she turned toward him and her hand touched his chest carefully smoothing the scarred flesh above his nipple through his t-shirt and then moved downward.
His breathe caught in his throat.
Clearing his throat, he said, "Something I shouldn't, but please, yes, touch me and let me touch back for just an instant. I ache."
Again, her hand touched and moved downward and he groaned.
"Oh, how you make me ache," he said quietly. His hand swept softly from her arm to her shoulder to the nape of her neck.
His hand smoothed and teased her and the sensations pleasured them both.
A sigh erupted from her mouth and her mouth moved, tasting his chest, kissing his scarred flesh as she pulled back and said, "But we can't. Remember, I'm dating Peter now. This is a mistake. Don't."
"Please, I know, but I promise I can make you forget him," he almost growled as he found the pulse at the base of her neck with his mouth. "PLEASE, let me. Please, give me a chance. I need to touch you. Just, let me touch you. Felicity, I really miss you. Just let me touch you for for a minute. I'll stop if you want me to, but I need you more than air right now."
Again his mouth moved downward and his hands were pushing her t-shirt up and his mouth found her nipple, and he sucked making her make those sounds that he loved, the ones that set him on fire.
Thinking no longer existed as he sucked first one breast and then the other, while his hand moved downward rubbing, drawing her pleasure out, making her want more, making her press herself against him as his hand found her core and flicked.
Ripping his head back, he said, "Stop me now, Felicity. Or I won't be able to stop. I need you desperately."
"I can't. Need you, too, bad." Her hands moved down his body, and she used her hot mouth on his chest.
"Damn. The things you do to me. Have mercy. No, better yet, don't."
The sounds she made inflamed him, stoking the fire, heating his blood.
"Touch me. You're killing me. I love you, Felicity. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. I've missed you so much. You're my home. Please I want to come home. I'm so lonely by myself now. Please, let me come home. I ache to come home."
His hands pulled on her clothes, while she tugged on his boxers, her hand blissfully freeing his hard, throbbing dick as she pushed the clothe out of the way, and a moan escaped and his spine tingled.
She was going to unman him, and he hadn't even entered her.
Lord that was pathetic.
Yet, she felt beyond good.
"Oliver! Stop! Don't! STOP!"
His brain foggy, he realized she fought him, was pushing against him.
Her voice harsh, she wrestled him as he jerked awake to find them both in a state of undress. His hands touched her bare flesh, and he'd rolled on top of her but she struggled against him, pushing against his chest and for a dark instant he couldn't stop himself as she screamed his name in panic.
NO, he wanted her and his brain wouldn't engage, as he needed to strip her and take her hard and fast.
NOW!
He needed her and now.
Moving, forcing himself to withdraw, his breath came in sharp gasps, he rolled off the bed with the words, "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I was dreaming. I never meant to bother you. I never meant to push. I don't know what to say, except I'm sorry and it will never happen again."
He scrubbed his face hard as the self-hate devoured him, heart and soul.
She clutched those red covers with a death grip, her lovely face white, and he knew he'd frightened her, that he'd crossed a line.
Swallowing hard, he turned and went into the bathroom, shutting the door forcefully behind him. Clutching the countertop hard, he trembled, as the urge to lash out, and to destroy everything filled him.
Hate swelled dark and hard, inside him, burning his chest, as he thought of what could have happened if she hadn't woken up.
He'd have taken her hard and fast and knew it. And it would have felt damn good.
But it would have been WRONG. But he would have still taken her.
And he totally wanted to have her, and it took all he had not to finish what they'd started.
"Oliver?"
She knocked on the bathroom door.
The worry showed in her voice and he rolled his neck, popping it.
Breathing hard, ruthless, he couldn't help but beg desperately, "Please, go AWAY, Felicity. Just go back to bed. I'm done sleeping tonight. I'm going to go out for a run or something. I can't do this. I'm sorry."
He didn't mention that he needed a knife, that he desperately needed a knife. The tattoo was killing him, tormenting him, and he would cut the damn tattoo off his body just as soon as he found a knife.
God, he ached for a knife.
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"No, Oliver. Come here, I know you didn't mean to try anything, that you were asleep. I'm not mad. I know we used to have sex in during the night. I remember that we touched in the middle of the night. It's okay. It's not your fault But I need."
A small silence came, as her voice lowered. "I think I was touching you too. We were both asleep. I just woke up, and I panicked remembering what you'd done and how I was dating Peter. I know you weren't trying to hurt me or force me."
But he wasn't so sure. He wanted EVERY EVERTHING."
Even now, he wanted to jerk the door open, and he wanted to rip her clothes from her body, could barely stop from taking what he wanted. With effort, he worked to focus, as his gut clenched and his chest hurt as he fought an overpowering desire to take her hard and fast.
Looking in the mirror, he ached to punch his reflection, to destroy the image of himself and he barely managed to stop himself.
"Oliver? I'm not making this better am I?"
"NO.""
Reaching, he turned on the shower to drown out the sound of her voice.
"Felicity, please, just let it go. Go back to bed. I'm taking a shower."
"Oh, OH, okay. I understand. I could use a shower myself. A very cold shower," he heard her mumble, and he felt better knowing that he wasn't the only one sexually frustrated here as he stripped off his boxers and started the shower.
He heard the door handle turn.
Groaning deeply, he was disbelieving as she opened the shower door and with slow motions that made him moan she stepped into the shower with him.
"What are you doing?" He asked breathlessly as he stood under the cold stream.
"Something I shouldn't." And she stepped into the shower with him. "Frack, Oliver that's cold water. I mean icy."
"Well I was hot for you."
Reaching, he adjusted the water as she leaned into him, and he felt like he was coming home.
As large as he was, somehow her smaller body fit like a key in a lock.
"Felicity?" He said breathlessly, trying to pull back, "I can't if it doesn't mean something."
"It means everything, Oliver. It's a new start for us."
"You can't mean that? What about Peter?"
"I'll end it."
She reached for him with the words, "I need you. Take care of me. Huh?"
His head seemed foggy as she reached for him, "Oliver, I'm hungry, past starving for you. I need another taste of you."
Something felt wrong as her hands pull him in skimming his skin but he couldn't push her away.
"Felicity?"
He tried to set her away from him but she pressed closer, with the words, "Done talking."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, and he went wild for her.
His hands smoothed, touched and found all those places only he'd ever found that made her wild. His passion went from a simmering five to a ten in a heartbeat as she wrapped her legs around him and his breathe became labored.
"That's it. Forget. Finish what we started. Lose yourself in me."
Shutting the shower off, he grabbed a towel and began to dry her off with brisk strokes and he said, "I don't have any protection."
"Depo. I got a new shot." She assured him.
A growl exploded from his mouth, as he said savagely, "To sleep with Peter, that's why. Stop I can't do this."
Her hand found him with the words, "Don't worry about Peter. He'll be taken care of."
"But."
"Shhh, don't you want to come home. No worries now and from now on."
And her lips attacked his mouth, and he didn't stop and heaven knew he didn't want to stop, no, he wanted her hard and fast.
"You taste so good, so very good."
And his hands touched her bare skin, savored and skimmed.
"Yes!" she groaned.
His and her hands clutched and smoothed and pulled the other closer.
He was back in heaven, back where he'd found happy and it seemed too good to be true as he carefully lifted her then carried her back to the queen size bed and laid her gently on it.
"You don't understand how much I've missed you," he said.
"Missed you too. Don't talk. Feel."
"But we need to talk, Felicity. This is a big step."
"Shut up. Just make love with me. Make it good for me like you always do."
And she pulled him closer, as he savored her every touch.
But he tried again to talk to her before he crossed that line that might end them forever.
"Wait."
"NO more waiting," she demanded as her hand found him and pumped.
He forgot to think as the dance began, as time slowed and he did everything right as he savored her.
His mouth made her fly and cry out. His calloused hands touched her everywhere, and he made her breath come in gasps.
"Love you. God, I missed you," he'd said repeatedly as they made love.
"Love you too."
He held on to the last instant until he had to find his release by groaning deeply and pressing his nose in her sweet neck as just managed to hold his own weight as he collapsed, spent, and wrapped up in her.
"Forever," she said, "we can stay like this forever now. Rest, Oliver. Shut your eyes and rest."
"I'll let you go so you can go and get cleaned up. Give me a few minutes."
"It's fine. Just sleep my love, just sleep now. Rest."
"Okay but you normally want to clean up."
"Shh, no worries. Rest."
He realized she didn't smell right, but he was so tired now and she was stroking his back with the words, "That's the way. Rest, come home to me, Oliver."
Lifting his head, he managed to roll over on his back, taking her with him to settle her on his chest and stroke her soft skin.
It took all he had to not go to sleep.
Then quietly, he said, "You know I want to come home, Felicity, and I'm lost without you, but we both know it's not that easy. We need to talk about this."
"Shh, all you have to do is stay with me now."
"Did you hear something?"
"Kiss me, Oliver."
"I swear my phone was ringing. Felicity, did you hear my phone?"
But she was moving down his body, kissing him as she pushed him against the bed and said, "It's nothing. Ignore it. Feel me."
"No, I'm sure I heard something."
But her hand moved downward along with her body as she said, "Me, Oliver, focus on me, just on me. Nothing else exists."
Then she put her mouth on him and he forgot as he embraced the good, the light, that was his Felicity.
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Groaning, she jerked awake to a phone ringing, and Oliver's body was draped over her like a shroud, pressing her solidly into the bed.
Disorientated, she realized it was still night and his bare chest was blazing hot.
Yes, he was almost crushing her and he felt like a blast furnace and she was sweating from the heat coming off him. Pushing against him she was glad to see she was still wearing her pjs and he was lying on top of the covers.
She had no idea when he'd come to bed but she knew he was running fever.
"Oliver!" Shaking him hard, she was surprised that he didn't even move.
The phone stopped ringing.
"Oliver, wake up." Again, she shook him, then she pushed against his dead weight, fully expecting to wake him the instant she moved but he didn't even stir.
Shoving hard against his solid frame, groaning, she finally managed to push his massive frame off of her.
Heck, he didn't even groan when she moved him.
She frowned as he slept on, and she scowled because Oliver just didn't not wake up.
No, she knew better.
In their short time of sleeping together, she knew if she moved around very much at night, he woke up. If she went to the bathroom, he woke up. If she tossed and turned, he woke up.
She knew he was also a checker and understood he needed to check things to feel safe.
It was normal for Oliver to get up in the night and check the locks on door and windows, to make sure everything was fine.
Every night they'd slept together, at least once a night, she'd awoke to find him missing or at least awake.
Brain buzzing over these facts, she made a quick trip to the bathroom
"Crap," she said, almost jumping out of her skin, as his phone started ringing again, while she sat on the pot.
"Oliver! Come on wake up. Who the heck is calling at this time of night?"
The phone kept ringing.
"Oliver, would you answer the fracking phone? I mean if they're calling at this time of night, then it must be important."
No answer from Oliver and the phone kept ringing.
Again, not normal Oliver behavior.
Her heart sped up.
Hurrying, she rushed from the bathroom, not even taking time to wash her hands, and she always washed her hands.
But not this time.
No, she left the bathroom light on and froze as she noticed even in the low light that something was very wrong with his back, and no only had he not woken up, he not woken up, he hadn't moved at all.
No, he was in the exact same spot as when she'd pushed him off her.
And she knew this wasn't normal Oliver behavior and something was wrong with his back.
Grabbing her phone from the night stand, she swiped to light the screen and her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped, and then said, "Oh, frack, Oliver."
Reaching for the bedside lamp, she clicked the button, and he didn't so much as flinch as the room was flooded in low light.
"Oliver? You need to wake up?"
She started to touch him, then pulled her trembling hand back, her breath coming in hard gasps.
Across most of his back, black ugly lines ran thick and strong, ran intersecting between his scars, the dark lines that ran like a spider web across the major portion of his back.
Managing to push him over on almost his belly, she noted the lines surrounded his tattoo and from what she could see the strange letters lay angry and red on his side.
"Oliver," she shook him before she said, "your side's inflamed. Please talk to me."
She pushed him again, hard this time.
"Don't freak out, Felicity." Wrapping her arms around herself, she said out loud, "Just don't freak out. Okay, I'm going to freak out."
Her voice was rising as she said, "OLIVER! You're freaking me way out. Wake up."
Shaking him, she realized his skin was on fire and even though she shook him hard, he didn't stir a bit.
No, he didn't move a single muscle, and she was losing it.
Since her normal, Oliver, the man on constant watch who woke if she walked across the floor, or if she opened a door, or turned over in her sleep wasn't here now.
No, this wasn't Oliver.
She'd known something was wrong.
Oliver's phone chose that instant of her freak out to dare to ring again.
First she gave a small scream, then she jumped.
Then she moved.
Grabbing his phone, she read the name 'Constantine' and rapidly moved and unlocked his phone to said, "Tell me this is John Constantine, since I need help and now."
"Who's asking and how'd you get my mate's phone?"
"This is Felicity Smoak."
"And you are?"
"And Oliver and I work together."
"Aye, give me a sec, it's a tad bit early here and I've been drinking."
"Drinking? Great."
"Well a mate's got to celebrate when I deport a demon back to the other side. Have to drink a pint or two when I'm on the winning side for once. God and I aren't always the best of friends you know?"
"Why am I'm not surprised? Constantine, we met earlier this year, remember saving Sara's soul?"
"Keep talking."
She groaned and said, "Blonde, glasses computer nerd."
Silence followed before he added, "Wait, I remember. You're the looker, the pretty blonde in the heels that Oliver's gone over the moon for. I hear congratulations are in order. Have you two set the date yet?"
Shutting her eyes, she pushed that description down, with the pain, as she blurted out, "We've broken up."
"Pity. He's wrecked about that no doubt, but he's got bigger fish to fry than you twos relationship right now. Oliver around? I need to sort out his problem with his tattoo."
"Constantine, how'd you know there was a problem with his tattoo?"
"He sent me a picture earlier and the single word, 'help.' I'd be needing to talk to him about now."
"Well I'd like to talk to him too, but he's not waking up, and he's got these ugly dark lines coming out of his tattoo. The one you gave him. So what's up with that?"
"Why me? You'd think once and a while, I'd please the man upstairs and he'd give me a break." The man said before he groaned then added, "I don't suppose he's met with the priestess yet?"
"We were supposed to meet with her in the morning."
"As normal just a little too late. Damn, though probably it's a good thing since she's going to want to kill him first off. Blast it."
"What do you mean? No one's killing Oliver."
"Forget I said that. Instead, answer a few questions. Felicity, has he been acting strangely? More angry perhaps? Any talk about killing? Blood?"
"Yeah, he's mentioned killing my new boyfriend."
"Figures. Crap. Why me? Anything else?"
"Well, maybe, he's been really angry for a while now. It's hard to tell. See we broke up, or rather I broke up with him and gave his ring back. I knew he didn't want to split, but I felt it was the best thing for both of us and now we're just friends, now even a friends with benefits thing. I so did not just say that. Regardless, I have moved on and have a boyfriend, and Oliver doesn't like it."
Constantine laughed out loud and she cringed as he said, "You think. Look, I'm not going there. Is the boyfriend still breathing?"
"Last I knew."
"Awesome. Let's try to keep him that way. Now have you noticed anything else about Oliver?"
"Well I swear there's something wrong with the color of his eyes. I don't know what's wrong but something is. And it's scary that I can't wake him up. He normally wakes up if I turn over."
"Damn, I was afraid of that. Where are you?"
She told him.
"Felicity, tie him up tight. Right the hell now. And don't untie him no matter what he says or tells you. We have to stop him from killing or he's never coming back."
"What do you mean?" Her heart was racing and her mouth had gone dry.
"I mean right now the Oliver you know doesn't exist anymore. He's somewhere else."
"No way."
"Look I know it hard to grasp but when he killed Darkrl, he inhaled dark magic. And if he kills before we can clean his soul then he belongs to the darkness. I just hope he's not already gone now."
"This can't be happening."
"See the black lines. He's gone just like Alice straight down the rabbit hole. Pulled into the darkness and his tattoo's infected because it's protecting him. See the dark lines?"
"Yes, I see the black lines coming out of it."
"Does it look like a spider web?"
"Good description and I'm not feeling Charlotte's Web kind of a good spider web here. The lines are ugly and dark. He's hot and," her voice lowered before she forced herself to add, "I swear the lines are getting longer every minute."
"The dark magic's trying to burn the tattoo off him, trying to destroy the tat, since it's still protecting him, still grounding him to this world. Watch him closely. If he wakes up, he'll try to cut it off. And you'll have to stop him. Are you looking for something to tie him up?"
She moved and started going through his bag and she said, "He's already talked about removing it. He's talked about finding a doctor tomorrow to have his tat removed."
"The dark magic wants to destroy the tat and you can't let him take the tat off. Whatever you do, keep him from taking off his tattoo. It's protecting him. If you want the real Oliver to survive TIE HIM UP and now."
"Got it. I'm tying him up right now." She wanted to cry but instead she moved from his small carry on bag and unzipped his garment bag, hunting something to tie him up with.
"Finding anything? Tie his hands first, and I suggest you hurry."
"I have two of his ties, and I'll find other things."
"Good, Felicity. Now I want you to remember that Oliver loves you. I saw that when I was there but you are going to have to be strong."
"We're broke up." She found her voice wavered, and she took a ragged breath before adding, "I gave him his ring back and ask him to keep it."
"Sorry to hear that for both of you. Yet, what you're telling me it that even though you're broke up you're in a hotel room with him now."
"Friends, we're just friends."
"Don't have to explain it to me. It's not my gig. But right now, know that your friend is in grave danger. And my tattoo's the only thing that's fighting back and keeping the dark magic from taking all of his soul right now."
"That can't be true." She refused to believe this.
"You need to brace because not only is it true it may already be too late. He may be gone already from this world already."
"NO, I refuse to believe that. You're coming right? And your friend?"
"I'll call her in the morning, and yes, I'll be there as soon as I can. Reserve the room another day and TIE HIM UP. And make it tight, really tight. I'm on my way."
"How, long?" She hated that she sounded needy but she was.
"At least six hours if I leave right now, and whatever you do DON'T UNTIE HIM. And Felicity, as soon as it gets light you go to the store and buy me ten boxes of salt."
"Salt?"
"Aye, plain salt in the box. Don't waste time either. Don't talk to anyone. Not even the cashier. And then in the parking lot open a box and put some in your pocket and in your car."
"My pocket? You're joking right?"
"Not at all. Joking aside. Listen to me. Buy the salt, don't talk to anyone, put the salt in your pocket, fling a handful in your car, then get back to your room as quick as you can and call me, and I'll tell you what to do next."
"You're kidding right? I remember the peacock feather and your back that needed scratched."
Constantine laughed out loud before he said, "No this time I truly need the salt. It will protect both you and Oliver but wait until the sun comes up before you go out to buy it, then call me."
"If it's that important, I could run out now."
"NO! Don't leave that room until the sun comes up and don't open the door to anyone but me. Dead bolt it now. Promise me, Felicity. Go and do it right now."
"Okay, I promise."
She moved and said, "Oliver already put the dead bolt on. It's locked. We're secure."
"Good. Now listen to me. The dark attracts the dark. They'll come. I would lay money on it. So don't talk to anyone. In and out, Felicity quiet like. Got me?"
Shutting her eyes, she exhaled out her nose and said, "I got you."
"Good. Knew Oliver would choose a good woman. Now I'm hanging up because I've got to drive like I've got a demon chasing me and you've got to tie my mate to the bed."
"Constantine?"
She found it hard to breath, knowing that she was about to be alone.
"Chin up, Felicity, I'll see you soon. You'll be fine. Just hang on."
"I hate that word."
"What word?"
"Fine."
He chuckled before he said, "Okay, just keep hoping that everything will be okay. Remember don't let anyone in the door. I'm trusting you to do the right thing."
Then the man hung up on her, leaving her with a dead to the world dark magic possessed Oliver.
Biting her lip, she swallowed hard then she moved and tied Oliver to a queen size bed as she muttered, "Frack, Oliver Jonas Queen, you inhaled dark magic? What next?"
Unable to halt her hand, she smoothed his scruff and his steel blue eyes snapped open and he fought the bindings, with the words, "What the hell? Untie me now."
And it was an order.
She looked him hard in the eyes and said, "Not happening."
"Now."
Narrowing her eyes, she said, "You're not Oliver and I know it."
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