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Prompt: "Too Far, Too Fast"

Words: 898

Note: Part 2 of 3

Too Far, Too Fast

(Part 2)

The way she sees it is that she has two options, be the doughy eyed girl that she usually is around him or be the tough woman who doesn't take shit from anyone, the girl who she always wanted to be. Maybe it's because he's hurt her one too many times now. Maybe it's because she's tired, because being around him makes her exhausted. Or maybe it's because she's finally had enough. Whatever it is, something in her decides to go with the tough woman façade.

"What do you want?" She must've been selling it because her tone made him flinch.

"Felicity," he started, and without giving him the chance to say anything else, she stopped him.

She was already frustrated at him, the world, herself and his tone made her even more irritable. "No Oliver, I don't really want to hear excuses or half apologies. I want the truth, you owe me that much. In fact, you owe me a lot more than that but that's where we'll start! So, I'll say this again. Why are you here?"

He was visibly shocked and in any other moment, she would've been proud with herself for getting that sort of reaction out of him but this wasn't any other time. "Felicity,"

"Stop," she told him, forcefully. "Stop saying my name like that."

Now he was getting frustrated. "Like what, Felicity."

"Stop saying my name like I'm just some school girl with a one sided crush on you!" She yelled at him.

"I'm not," he replied, repeating her tone.

She groaned in frustration. "Yes, you are and you denying it is not making this any less maddening."

"It wasn't my intention to." He told her.

His choice of words released another wave of anger from within her. "That's always your problem, Oliver. You never intend to do something, it's never your intention to do this or that. But you know what, it doesn't matter. Because you can't do something to someone, tell them that it's not what you intended and think that everything's okay, that everything will magically go back to normal. Because whether you intended to or not, things happen!"

"You don't think that I understand that. Felicity, I've had five years to realize that and even now, I'm still understanding that. I know that things don't just magically disappear and things happen. I may have been a little removed from normal civilization for a while but I'm not that dense."

She scoffed, "Really, because you could've fooled me."

"What's gotten into you, because this isn't you." He asked,

"No, that's where you're wrong. This is me, this has always been me. I'm just done with the puppy dog eyes and shy, quirkiness. Oliver, I'm done with all of it!" She told him, frustrated.

"Done with all of what?" He asked, his questioning voice was calmer.

In return, she became calmer too. "I'm done playing this game, Oliver. From the first time we met, I knew you were going to cause me pain and trouble and I wasn't wrong. Our first meeting was based on a lie. The foundation that we grew our 'friendship' and 'partnership' on were based on keeping secrets. It's not right, it's never been right and lately that's been getting so much clearer."

His eyebrows knitted together. "That's not the way I see it at all."

She gave him a dubious look. "Come on Oliver; don't lie, not about this."

"I'm not. And you want me to be honest, fine." She was about to interrupt but he spoke over her. "From the first time we met, I felt a connection. You came to me and asked if you could trust me but what you don't understand is what it would've taken for me to trust someone if you weren't there. The foundation that we built our 'friendship' and 'partnership' on started as secrets but you know me. You know better than anyone, the real me."

"I used to think that but lately, I can't tell anymore." She confessed, quietly.

They stared at each other, hurt and confused expressions mirrored each other's faces. Neither one moved until something in them snapped.

She didn't move or breathe as he pulled a strand of hair that had fallen out of her disastrous ponytail, behind her hair and whispered an apology. "Felicity,"

"Oliver don't, please." She murmured.

"Why not?" He was so close to her, his soft hand rested on the back of her neck, rubbing light circles.

Her voice was hoarse. "Because…we can't, we wouldn't be able to go back."

"I don't want to go back. I feel that all we seem to do is go back." His voice was stronger.

"Oliver, please." She was pleading but unsure for what.

He retreated, and she almost whimpered at the loss of contact. The tingling sensations she got from him hadn't left her yet and she suspected that they wouldn't leave her anytime soon. She looked in his eyes that were coated with confusion, desire and hurt. For a moment, she felt glad that he was feeling exactly what she felt that night but then she realized that it wasn't right. She wasn't quite sure what it was, why she did it. But one second she was staring into his beautiful eyes and the next, she was lacing her fingers around his neck, moving his lips to hers.

AN Sorry, I've been dealing with the torture of exam month, so that's why the updates are a little slow but they're finished on Wednesday, so the updates will be more regular. Thanks for reading and the follows, they make my day. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one should be up sometime next week.