"What did you do, Oliver?"

"John…"

"You know right now Digg and I are imagining the worst." Roy spits out.

I highly doubted that.

Whatever they were imagining was probable not as bad as what I actually did.

"I… fucked up, alright." I try and meet Felicity's eyes but she averts my gaze.

"Damn it Oliver! If you don't tell us what you-"

"Digg it's nothing, okay." Felicity lets out a tiny whimper, "Let's just drop it."

"Felicity, what happened?" Diggle said softly.

She runs a hand through her wet hair. "I don't know what you want me to say" She whispers looking up at Digg's face.

I scowl with brows crumpled and purse my lips swearing in every language I know. And cave. "I tried to…" I just waved my hand at nothing with my teeth grinding. I speak in a tiny voice that doesn't sound like my own.

And then Diggle punches me square in the jaw. Brutally.

I definitely deserved that.

My hand goes up and rubs the spot to try and easy the pain, but that doesn't work. I'm 99.9% sure he dislocated it considering I can't close my mouth.

"Did that hurt?" Diggle asked bitterly sarcastic.

I nod faintly.

"Good." Digg says flatly.

Felicity stood frozen staring at Diggle with panicked eyes. She chances a glance over at me and her eyes fill with concern. "Diggle…"

"No Felicity. Don't feel sorry for him." He growled.

"I don't, he deserved it, but Diggle-"

"You tried to fuck her in an elevator?" Roy asked disgusted. "What, did seeing Ray do that to her turn you on?"

"Roy!" Felicity yelled, which I found ironic considering she had basically said the same thing to me when she saw how hard I was in the elevator.

"What?" Roy yells back, "Why aren't you mad? Why the hell are you defending him?"

"I'm not defending him." She says, "Can all of you just leave? I mean this is ridiculous-"

"Stop. Stop saying whatever you're saying, because right now, you two clearly need couples consoling." He said looking at Felicity then me then back at her. "You." He says pointing to Felicity with anger, she shrinks under his accusing gaze. "This" He points at her bruised bite mark, "This is not you. You don't do this, you don't do revenge either, so stop hurting him-"

She rolls her eyes, "Did you not just say a minute ago that I should stop defending him? You know, when you hurt him?"

"Felicity!"

"What? Diggle, leave me alone. Okay, Oliver over here sleeps with anything with boobs. But I sleep with one guy. One guy. And I'm branded as a whore? Really? Mr. Palmer is the first guy I've slept with in over a year. So screw this shitty intervention that I don't need." She pauses and licks her lips. "So are we done?"

Diggle shakes his head angrily at her, a sight I'll never get used to seeing. "Yeah. Yeah we're done." There was a bitterness to his words that made her shrink again.

"Digg, I am not a slut because I'm tired of waiting for this man whore to get his head out of his ass. You're the one who told me I should just move on already. So sorry for talking your advice."

I stood looking at Diggle. He told her to move on? The pain in my jaw all but forgotten when I felt something foreign deep inside me sink. Something I have no idea how to describe other than heart break. Something I certainly did a lot of, but never felt.

"You two better figure your shit out." Diggle growled darkly.

I noticed Felicity let out a deep breath as she dropped her eyes to the floor.

"Find your own way home Oliver. Roy, we're leaving." Roy followed like a dog at Diggle's words, only stopping to glare at me briefly.

We stood silently in her empty kitchen as the front door closed.

I needed to talk to her. This team really wouldn't function if we weren't talking. I lift my hand up to my jaw, it's not like I haven't relocated it before.

Her eyes went wide. "Don't-" Her face went pale and shocked. She slapped her hand over her mouth at the sound and sight of my jaw moving back in place. "Oh God" I heard her muffled voice say in revulsion.

I closed my mouth slowly to make sure it was back in the socket.

She turned and picked up her coffee mug and walked into her living room. I tried and failed to notice the way she was stiffly walking.

Fucking Palmer.

I know my pants are getting tighter each second I watch her walk but holy fuck. I can't look away.

She never wears short shorts. And these are short. Man are they short. Are they just underwear? I think they are.

Fuck, my pants are getting tight.

"You can leave at any time." She says bitchily as she sits down slowly on her couch.

Wow. Can these pants get any tighter?

"Digg is right you know?" I say sitting on the couch close enough to touch her, which she notices and eyes me distastefully.

"About what?"

"About us needing to get our shit together."

"What's there to sort out Oliver?" She said with a loud sigh.

I debate asking because I think I know the answer, and that I really wouldn't like it. "Was what happened with Ray a mistake?" I asked in a tiny voice.

"No."

Not a single ounce of hesitation in that damned word. I feel that now all too familiar pang in my chest.

"So are we good? Did we get our shit together?" She asks flatly.

I nodded reluctantly and stand for the door.

Felicity's POV

"Why him?" He asks quietly with his hand rested on the handle. His voice was thick with emotion. Not just jealously, but hurt, confusion, betrayal.

'Why her?' My mind flashes back to my own pained, betrayed, confused words. How hurt and angry I had been when he slept with Isabel. His answer hadn't helped, a month later he had dated Sara.

"Because you pushed me to it. To him." I'm practically yelling at him but I can't seem to care this time.

"And what does that mean?" He snaps with a low throaty Arrow voice that sends a shiver up my spin, and not from fear… He's backing away from the door and slowly stalking over to me.

"Because of the life you lead you don't want to be with someone you care about." I say trying to contain my wavering voice.

His eyes darken and narrow, "and what does that mean?" He snarls hovering over me so I have to look up at him.

"You're smart. You'll figure it out." I growl meeting his angry eyes with my own.

"Enlighten me." His voice is flat, yet still holds a dark power to it.

I swallow.

Wow, so not the time to be turned on, I think to myself.

I glance down briefly at his strained pants.

Well fuck.

What'd he do, take a whole bottle of Viagra?

"I think you should leave before you do something you regret." I whisper breathlessly as his face lowers closer to mine forcing my eyes back to his. 'Before I do something I regret'

"I won't regret it." Is all he says and it makes me uncomfortable and hot and wet and- Damn it! I need to control myself.

"Oliver, no." I vaguely hear it come out of my mouth because my thoughts are consuming my mind. Sinful thoughts.

He lingers in my space a moment longer and then pulls back reluctantly. "I'm sorry. I just can't sit here and watch Palmer fuck you-"

"You sure didn't have a problem in the conference room. Or at his house." I snap angrily.

He's quiet and inches closer again. "I guess I'm just a jealous guy." He whispers, lips ghosting over my ear. I moan quietly and hate myself for it.

I'm not his.

He doesn't get to do this again. Doesn't get to play with my emotions.

I'm not his puppet, he can't just pull on my emotional strings and make me do what he wants. I realize then that he hasn't changed completely. He's still the same pre island playboy.

And that hurts. And I want to hurt him too.

"You need to leave." It takes a long internal battle for me to say those words and I feel deflated when I do.

He exhales loudly, fanning the side of my face.

Then he's gone.

*AN: Well, with all the season three photos being released I honestly think, and it hurts me to say this, the only reason Oliver is going to ask Felicity out is because her and Ray hit it off. A photo of Felicity and Ray smiling at each other with Oliver angrily third wheelin' of sorts was shown. Soooo yeah. I hope that's not the case but I'm thinking it is. Anyways, please review and such.*