Oliver held Felicity until she fell asleep in his arms; it had felt like she had cried for hours in his arms until sleep had finally descended on her. Oliver had blamed himself for Felicity's hurt; her mother was dead because of him. If she had never met him on that damn plane, then they wouldn't be married, if she hadn't come into his life, his crazy life then her mother would still be alive. However, it was not that simple, even if he had not met Felicity on that plane she still got kidnaped by the Bratva and was going to be a whore. He was glad that he had met her even if it meant that she was part of his life, this life. If he hadn't of saved her then she would still be in Russia being tossed from man to man at that was the best case scenario. If she had married another Bratva member, she would have been subdued to violence, sexual assault, and carrying child after child and probably shared from one Bratva member to the other.
Donna was dead and of course it bothered him, it bothered him that she was dead because of him, yet another person added to the list- to the guilt. But he would not have changed it. He wouldn't go back in time and not meet her- not save her. That was one thing he could never regret.
Oliver slowly stood up with her in his arms and placed her on the bed, the bed that she was refusing to sleep in. Never in his life had he met someone so damn stubborn and even if he had, he would never have tolerated it. But she was different, he loved that she was fearless against him, despite what he did, does. Despite what he has done to her, she still holds her head up high and looks him straight in the damn eye.
Oliver was hesitating- he was unsure of whether or not to lie down next to her if she would be ok with it once she woke up. If he would be welcomed near her, if she would be angry, upset and wanted nothing to do with him. Still not coming to a consensus on what to do he sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful in spite everything that had just happened.
A few hours had passed, and Oliver had not moved from his spot, he wanted to go downstairs to check on Roy. He was sure Roy was in a world of pain as well and wondered whether or not Roy was angry with him and blamed him for the death of his mother.
"Oliver" a voice whispered pulling him out of his trail of thought. Oliver's head snapped to the blonde in the bed next to him. He leaned over and stared at her with soft eyes, brushing a strand of her hair off her face, he closed his eyes when he was met with devastated ones. "She's gone" Felicity whispered the statement.
"I am so sorry" he strokes her cheek gently trying to support her. Closing her eyes, Felicity allowed his touch to offer her some comfort. Scooting closer towards him, Oliver took the hint and enveloped her in a tight hug afraid that if he lets her go things would be different, and she would hate him. Rubbing circles on her back he tries to soothe her- hopefully back to sleep as he still had not figured out what the next steps were.
"Where's Roy?" she asks pulling back from him.
"I think downstairs with Thea," Oliver tells her.
Felicity quickly gets up and heads for the door with Oliver following in pursuit. She ran down the stairs as fast as her legs could take her, coming to a stop when she walks into the kitchen. Apart from the obvious bullet holes all the glass had been cleaned. It was as if nothing ever happened. Felicity swallowed and then went back to looking for Roy. Felicity signed when she found him in the back yard looking out to the distance.
"Roy" her voice broke as she got nearer to him.
Roy turned around and faced his sister, walking towards her he was about to engulf her in a tight hug but then saw Oliver behind her, and he saw red. Roy pushed past Felicity and his fist connected with Oliver's jaw.
Felicity gasped but remained frozen in spot. "This is your entire fault" Roy shouted, his breath having picked up. "My mother would be alive if you hadn't of come into our lives" he kicks Oliver, who is still on the floor in the ribs.
Oliver lets him; he knows that he deserves it, and Roy needs to let off some steam. If Oliver did not let him he could easily snap Roy's neck with his bare hands. After Roy had kicked him again Felicity's feet moved and ran to her brother, "Roy stop" Felicity yelled as she jumped in front of Oliver and held her arms up to Roy. Her brother looked at her and then swung his head marching out of the Queen household but not before he smashed his fist into the already damaged refrigerator. Felicity looked up at Oliver, who got off the floor as if nothing had happened to him. "Are you alright?" she asks him concerned as her eyes assess his injuries.
"Fine" he smiles at her sweetly. He had not been prepared for Roy being the one to show him so much animosity; he looked at Felicity and wondered if she would lay into him as well.
"I'm sorry about Roy; he's hurting" Felicity tries to explain quickly, hoping Oliver wouldn't seek some revenge.
"I know," he says softly cupping her face, Felicity closes her eyes and allows herself to sink into his arms. Oliver wraps his arms around her and gently sways, soon he lets go and tilts his head gesturing for Felicity to go and speak to Roy.
"Hi," Felicity says as she takes a seat next to Roy in the backyard looking at the mess of the cottage that had been blown up.
"She's dead, for all her faults she didn't deserve to die" Roy speaks looking out into the distance.
"I know, she was a great mom, Roy I am so sorry, I am so sorry that you lost her because of me" Felicity's voice breaks and tears begin to spill again.
"This is not your fault; it's his" he spits out.
"No, it's not, he saved me I would still be there being served on a platter like a piece of meat. Oliver saved me; it is my fault for getting myself caught in the first place" Felicity attempts to explain. "I knew that, that particular alley was dangerous, but I went anyways, I went because I wanted to find your dad, I could not fail you, I needed to save you."
Roy looks at his sister but does not say anything. "I am so, so sorry; I wish it were me …"
"Don't, don't ever say " Roy throws his arms around her and hugs her tightly, fearing she would leave too. "Don't ever say that, you're all I have I can't lose you too" he buries his face in her shoulder.
"I love you."
"I love you too" Roy pulls away and looks at his surroundings making sure they were alone. "Let's leave, you can get us new identities, you and me, we will get away from this all of it, from him" venom in his voice as he speaks.
"Roy …" Felicity averts his eyes, her mouth opens and closes several times but she is unable to say anything.
"You're falling for him? You're actually falling for him" he says the last part as a statement rather than a question. When Felicity does not respond he knows that he is right, quickly standing up he rubs his face and sighs. "Him" he points towards the house, "he is responsible for mom's death, he killed he. He brought us into his crazy life, he is a member of the mob, he kills and tortures" he yells pacing back and forth. "He" he points towards the manor again, "he is a brutal murderer, he forced you into a marriage, he put his hands on you and you what? Love him?"
Felicity does not answer him; she does not know what to say, if it were someone in her position she would be saying the same thing as Roy.
"Do you love him?" Roy questions her, standing above her and places his hands on his hips waiting for an answer.
"I … maybe" she whispers honestly.
Roy shakes his head and walks back into the manor straight towards Oliver, who happened to be standing in listening distance. Roy pushes Oliver, "You son of a bitch" he yells as he tries to punch Oliver again.
Oliver quickly deflects it and grabs Roy and throws him on the floor. "Calm down," he tells him.
"Get off me, all of this is your fault" shouting, he tries to pull out of Oliver's tight grip.
"Oliver, please." Felicity comes into the kitchen and sees the scene, she quickly diverts Oliver's attention to herself and the moment he sees her pleading eyes. Oliver lets go of Roy and goes to stand next to Felicity, licking his lips he does his blazer button back up and stares at Roy.
Roy gets up and clenches his fists, "Felicity let's go, we are getting out of here now" he demands. When Felicity makes no attempts to move, Roy sees red. He stomps over to Felicity and grabs her hand and drags her out of the kitchen. Oliver, however, is quick to grab her other hand, and the two boys play a game of tag or war with Felicity playing rope.
"Roy, please, let's talk this is not Oliver's fault" Felicity tries to pull her arms out of the boy's grips. Oliver lets go of Felicity's arm and stands close behind her, his breath hitches the moment he hears that she does not blame him. He wonders whether she is just saying that for Roy's sake or whether she truly meant it.
"I have just lost mom, I will be damned if I lose you too, Felicity staying here with him, it will get you killed" his tone is hoarse with fear.
"Roy, I love you, please let us talk, let me explain this is not Oliver's fault, I can't … I can't leave" she shakes her head. Roy's eyes snap up to Oliver and if looks could kill Oliver thought. Roy turned and ran out of the manor leaving. Thea, who had watched everything from a distance, decided to go after Roy. Running after him, Roy abruptly stopped and turned to face her, he spoke no words but Thea knew from the look on his face he just wanted to be left alone. Thea nodded slowly and sadly turned around and went back into the house.
Oliver, who still stood behind Felicity, was surprised when she leaned back and dropped her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist and held her for a few minutes. "Do you really not blame me?" he asks anxiously.
"Of course not, you saved my life Oliver, I will admit this is not the ideal life but, you saved my life, it is Slade's fault, he did this." Felicity's voice is strong as she turns to face him. Her eyes were conveying the truth allowing a weight off Oliver's shoulders to be life. Although he still felt guilty, and it was his fault, he was glad to see that she did not hold it against him.
The next few days went by quickly; it had been quite, and Slade had not attempted any attacks on the Queens. In the last few days, Moira had helped Felicity plan Donna's funeral, Felicity had been shocked at first when Moira had offered her assistance, but Felicity had accepted it. She wanted the help; she hadn't the faintest of ideas how to plan a funeral and what was needed, so she was grateful for the help. In the last few days, Felicity had not heard from Roy, to say that her anxiety had escalated was an understatement. Oliver had tried to reassure her that his men were out looking, and he should be fine, she was still worried.
Since the attack at the Manor, Oliver had upped his security, he, Diggle and Robert had done thorough 'interviews' which was putting it nicely to ensure all their men could be trusted. Felicity had not seen Oliver much as he was extremely busy making sure they were all safe.
The day of the funeral arrived, and Felicity was extremely nervous; she had left several messages for Roy, and she hoped he would show up for the funeral otherwise he would regret it. Felicity sat in front of her dresser braiding her hair. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and she really did not recognize the person looking back at her. She got up slowly and then sat on the bed. Since Oliver was away the last few days she had slept in it, she crossed her legs and remained seated for what seemed like forever.
That was how Oliver found her, staring into nothingness, his brows furrowed and he asked "are you alright?" When Felicity did not answer, he crept next to her and brushed a loose strand behind her ear. "We should go" he whispers.
"I'm not going" she replies, her eyes are not meeting he still staring into thin air.
"Felicity … why not?"
"Because if I go it means it's true, it means she is gone, and she really is not coming back" she looks at him with tears spilling down the side of her cheeks. Oliver is quick to catch them, leaning his forehead against hers.
"If you don't go you will regret it, and you won't have a chance to say goodbye," a voice said.
Oliver and Felicity both looked up to find Roy standing by the door. He enters the room, and Oliver quickly pulls back and stands by the wall not wanting to leave her alone with him. Felicity gets up and throws her arms around Roy, who returns the hug. "I'm so sorry" he keeps repeating as he mutters it into her hair.
When they pull back, Roy looks at Oliver, "I don't think I ever said this but thank you. Thank you for saving my sister, and I'm sorry, what happened was not your fault." Roy holds his hand out to Oliver, who shakes it immediately. "Also, I want in, maybe not in with the Bratva but I want to help find Slade. And bring my mother's killer to justice" Felicity's grip on Roy's other hand is strong. Roy looks at his sister, silently telling her he needs to do this. Felicity nods her head for now; she will be having words with him later.
After the funeral, Felicity and Roy had spoken about his need for revenge, although she had tried to talk him against the idea. She knew that the moment her brother made up his mind, there was no changing it.
"You alright?" Oliver asks, pulling Felicity's thoughts out of her earlier conversation with Roy.
"Yes, just thinking, a lot of thinking, there is just so much up here" she points to her head.
"I just came to say goodnight."
"Where are you going?" Felicity quickly interrupts him.
"We have a lead; we're going to go and follow it," he tells her.
"Is Roy going with you?"
"Yes."
"Please, look after him."
"I will" Oliver walks towards her and places a kiss on the top of her head, he then turns around heading towards the door. Felicity stands up and follows him, when Oliver hears her footsteps he stops and turns around to face her, slightly confused.
"I …" Felicity puts her hands on Oliver's hips and slowly wraps them around his back and rests her cheek against his heart. Oliver is taken by surprise, but he then returns her hug and holds her, tucking her under his chin.
"I will see you soon ok," he says in a soft voice placing a kiss on her forehead.
Soon turned out to be a week, in a week Felicity had organized some of her mother's things, again with the help of Moira. Felicity didn't know whether the older Queen pitied her, but she was grateful for the help.
"Are you alright dear?" Moira asked a second time as she and Felicity sat on the floor in Felicity's room going through some of Felicity's clothes. Since what had happened, Roy and Felicity had moved fully into the manor, in the beginning Felicity had not moved all of her belongings. Now she and Moira were sorting some of her old things, what she wanted to keep and what she wanted to donate along with all her new things that she had brought.
"I'm fine, I'm just thinking" she smiles up at Moira.
"I have meant to ask, but, with everything that has happened I have not had the chance" Moira gets up of the floor and goes to look out the window. Felicity sits on the floor and waits for Moira to continue. "When Roy said Oliver had saved your life what did he mean?" Moira asks. It had been troubling her since she overheard their conversation, and she wanted to know what it had meant.
Felicity is taken aback with her question; she did not know how to answer, should she lie or should she tell the truth.
"Felicity, I would appreciate the truth please" Moira is insisted turning around to face Felicity now.
"The truth, Dimitri did not set me and Oliver up, your son … I went to Russia to find Roy's father for his transplant, and I was kidnaped by the Russian mob and turned into a prostitute" Felicity decides to tell the truth. Why she does not know but she wants for the truth to be out there. "We met on the plane to Russia and … I was drugged and told to go be with a man" she tried to find appropriate wordings.
"That man happened to be your son, since then he made it so that I was his, was only given to him, he never once took advantage or anything and … only way to 'save' me was to marry me" Felicity bites her lip in anticipation.
Moira looks stunned, that was the last thing she expected. Moira shakes her head in disbelief and walks towards Felicity holding her hand out for Felicity. Felicity takes her hand despite being nervous of what is about to happen. Moira helps Felicity up and then hugs her tightly. Felicity is shocked to say the least, but she accepts it nevertheless. "Why did you not tell us the truth?" Moira asks as she releases Felicity.
"I don't know but … I did not want you to; I didn't want to be … Labeled a whore" Felicity admits, her breath hitches.
"I did not like you when you arrived because I did not know you, I wanted Oliver with someone like Laurel because I knew her but" Moira catches a tear that falls her cheek. "You make my son happy, I know there has not been much to be happy about. But, you challenge him, you make him better, never in my life have I ever seen a woman stand up to him."
Felicity laughs taken aback by Moira's words, she really had not expected Moira to take it well.
"My son is smitten and has fallen in love with you even if he has not said the words yet, I know you are hurting. But once everything has died down" Moira drags Felicity, and they sit on the bed. "Once everything dies down, be with Oliver, get to know him. The real him and fall in love with him just like I know he has done with you" she places her arm around her shoulder and Felicity's drops her head on Moira's shoulder.
"Thank you, Oliver is really lucky to have you."
"He is lucky to have you too" Felicity whispers.
"I'm lucky to have both of you" Oliver smiles as he enters to find two women he loves together.
Both Moira and Felicity look up at Oliver and returns his smile, Moira places a kiss on Felicity's head standing up she then places a kiss on Oliver's cheek and leaves them alone.
"How much of what was said did you hear?" Felicity asks nervously playing with her fingers, hoping he was not upset that she had told his mom.
"Enough, I was not expecting my mom to take it so well" he admits.
"Me neither" they remain silent for a few moments and Oliver gestures towards the bathroom. While he is inside, she quickly puts everything away, so it is clean for when he comes back into the room. Changing into her pajamas she gets into the bed and waits anxiously for Oliver to come out of the shower.
Oliver comes out, and Felicity looks up at him nervously. Oliver is only in sweats, and it makes her mouth water when she sees his glistening body. Those scars which she has wished she was given a chance to explore were glistening from his shower. Oliver walks over and takes a seat on the other side of the bed.
"Is this ok? Me sleeping on the bed because I can move … you just haven't been home, and I've been sleeping in it but I can go back to the sofa and …"
Oliver places his hand on top of hers; he had missed her babbling, and he had missed her. "This is your bed, our bed," he says calmly.
Felicity's heart skips a beat, and she can feel herself redden and blush. "Felicity" Oliver groans when she sits up and kisses him on the lips.
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me" Felicity sees Oliver's shocked expression and she quickly gets up off the bed and heads towards the sofa.
"Felicity, come to bed please" walking after her he kneels down to face her. "Felicity Queen" he teases because technically they are married, "get into our bed now" he demands picking her up in his arms. As Oliver drops her on the bed Felicity giggles as he hovers above her and smirks, he rubs his nose against hers and hesitates before kissing her. Oliver and Felicity's part pulling up for air, Oliver can see lust behind her eyes, and he knows that he is experiencing it too. However, it is too soon; they have to get to know each other better before they can take their relationship to the next step.
"Mrs. Queen, will you go on a date with me?"
"I thought you wanted to wait until the whole Slade thing was taken care of"
"I did, but I don't want to wait any longer, I want to get to know you, I want you Felicity, so what do you say?"
"I'd love to Mr. Queen."
Felicity applied her lipstick completing her look, Oliver was taking her out tonight, well not out but out of their room and somewhere in the manor. Felicity was nervous about their date; they had been stealing kisses every chance they got and Felicity was feeling extremely nervous about her date.
Felicity looked at herself in the mirror a beautiful red dress that hugged her curves really nicely. She waited patiently in her room pacing back and forth for Oliver to come in and pick her up so to speak.
"You look beautiful" Oliver smiled as he entered the room.
"Thank you" she whispered wiping her palms against her dress.
Oliver took Felicity's hand, and they walked silently to the patio, he had the servants close it off to the backyard and had decorated it with candles situated all around the patio. In the middle, there was a blanket set on the floor with pillows placed all around it.
"Wow, this is amazing" Felicity's mouth opens in an 'o' shape in shock. "You did all of this?"
"I had help" he winked at her as he led her to the middle of the blanket filled with pillows.
As they take a seat Felicity tries to find a comfortable spot, so she is facing Oliver. Oliver takes a seat opposite her and opens a bottle of red wine, giving her a glass and clinking them together before taking a sip.
"So," they both say in unison.
"You nervous?" Oliver asks her.
"Like you wouldn't believe, I … I can't believe we are here … doing this" Felicity tries to explain.
The next few hours the spent in the patio eating and drinking and getting to know each other. They had gotten more comfortable as time passed; Oliver had removed his blazer, undid his cufflinks, rolled up his sleeves and took off his shoes. Felicity had taken off her shoes and pulled her hair up in a loose bun away from her face. Oliver was lying on his back gazing up at Felicity who was lying on her front; he looked at her lovingly as he drew circles in Felicity's neck.
"Then what did you do?" Oliver asked.
"I completely froze, on stage; I remember my mom screaming in the audience move, move, what did I do just stand still like the statue of liberty" she rolled her eyes.
"Aww, I bet Nine-year-old Felicity was embarrassed as hell."
"Oh yes, I did not want to go to school anymore."
"So that was the most embarrassing moment of your life" Oliver questioned.
"Yes, well no there was that time in college, you know what I'd rather not tell you about that experience" she laughs.
"Ok, I'll drop it for now" leaning in he kisses her shoulder and trails his kisses up her neck. Felicity's eyes close at his touch, and she leans in closer, so she is now touching his face with her cheek. "You know if there was any other way of getting you out there without bringing you into my crazy life I would have taken it."
"Minus all the craziness and what happened, I wouldn't have changed it," surprising both him and her. Felicity blinked several times; she was shocked she had admitted it out loud.
"You mean it?" Oliver asks now sitting up.
"Yes," she says without hesitation. Oliver props in and captures her lips. They get lost for a few moments in each other's touch both fighting for control as they went back and forth, slapping their tongues against each other.
"Hmm" Felicity moans when they pull apart, "Wow that was…"
"Wow" Oliver laughs; standing up abruptly he picks her up in his arms and takes her up to their room.
"Oliver" she giggles hiding her face in the crook of his neck when they stop in their tracks when Moira and Robert leave their study.
"Well, have a good night," Moira says taking Robert's hand and leading him towards the kitchen.
"We can add this to the list of embarrassing moments" Felicity groans against the nape of Oliver's neck.
When they get to the room Oliver sits Felicity down on the bed, he turns to make sure the door was closed after kicking it.
Felicity looked up at Oliver through her long lashes playing with his shirt buttons but made no movements to unbutton them. Oliver licked his lips "It's too soon" he states.
"Hmm, it is … I … really want to" she admits feeling slightly flustered at her comment.
"Soon" Oliver whispers tilting her chin up and capturing her lips again. Felicity swallows hard; she wants to go there with Oliver, but she knows it is extremely early, and they still need to get to know each other.
"Soon, besides I don't put out on the first date" she teases as she raises her eyebrow.
"Oh really" Oliver chuckles kissing her neck, once he pulls away he kisses her forehead and then retreats to the bathroom.
The next few days were the same for Felicity, Oliver, Roy and Diggle were rarely home working with some of their associates to find Slade. Felicity had become very agitated and wondered when the nightmare would be over.
"Hey," Thea said as she walked in barefoot into the kitchen as Felicity sat at the counter trying to eat.
"Morning" Felicity replied pushing away her plate.
"Not hungry" Thea raised her eyebrow.
"Nerves, I don't have an appetite."
"Are you sure you're not pregnant" Thea teased.
"What, no, not pregnant, you have to have sex to be pregnant" Felicity muttered the last part and rolled her eyes.
Thea made a gasping noise and then continued with pouring herself some orange juice. Felicity had to admit that since she and Oliver spent time together, she had become quite frustrated and just wanted to jump her husband. Felicity snorted; her situation would sound crazy to anyone, being married but not having sex with her husband, Felicity snorted again she hadn't even had sex once.
"You ok over there?" Thea questioned suspiciously at the blonde's expressions.
"Yeah sorry, I'm just feeling a little … huff…" when Thea raises her eyebrows Felicity decides to elaborate. "Frustrated" she pouted.
"Oh God, that is gross."
Later on in the day Felicity found herself in her room sitting on the window seal looking out of the window with a cup of coffee in her hands. She had covered herself in a blanket and rested her head against the cold pillar. Felicity sniffled and rubbed her eyes with her sleeve.
"Felicity," Oliver said as he walked in slowly into their room. Felicity turned to face Oliver her face tear stricken and sticky. "Hey what's wrong?" he walked closer to her and cupped her face, drying her face.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about my mom, I miss her" she started to shake as sobs overtook her. Oliver quickly pulled her in, and she dropped her head on his chest shaking uncontrollably. Oliver cupped the back of her head and slowly run his fingers through her loose hair, untangling the bottom ends with his fingers. He knew that she was a ticking time bomb; she had not said much about her mom, and he knew that she was bottling it up and putting on a brave face. "I miss her so much" her voice muffled into his chest.
Oliver kissed the top of her head and held her a little tighter cautious of their position, knowing it mustn't be comfortable. "I know baby" he whispers and that catches Felicity's attention. Felicity pulls back and looks at her husband; he had just called her baby.
"You just called me baby" she stated the obvious.
Oliver opens his mouth and closes it again unsure of what to say, it had just come out as second nature to him. "I… sorry I can …"
"Don't take it back" Felicity pulls him by his tie and begins to kiss him hard. Oliver quickly leans in kissing her hard, lapping his tongue with hers. "Oliver" she moans in between kisses. Oliver's lips quickly leave her lips and then move to her jaw and down her neck. Oliver remains still on a spot her neck, just keeping his lips pressed to her lower neck near her collarbone. Felicity, who was feeling very heated and aroused, froze when Oliver wouldn't move, "Erm Oliver" she whispers hoping he will do something and move.
Reluctantly he pulls away and meets her confused gaze. "As much as I want to … it's too soon, and I don't want to ruin this" he gestures between himself and her.
"Oh," Felicity instantly reddens from embarrassment, pushing Oliver back lightly she jumps off the seal.
"Felicity."
"Yeah, your right too soon, very soon" Felicity retreats into the bathroom locking the door behind her.
After a few minutes, she comes out and sees him sitting on the bed with his sleeves pulled up. "Hey, can we talk" licking his lips he tries to read her.
"What is there to talk about" Felicity scrunches her eyebrows playing the confused card.
"Felicity, I want too I really do …"
"Do you? We've been together for almost two months a month and half of that here, in Starling, I mean am I not attractive enough or …"
"Felicity …"
"I mean you're a guy, you need a release, you need … I mean if you're not getting it from me, you must be getting it from somewhere else" she accuses him.
"What!" Oliver exclaimed standing up from his seated position. "Are you really going to accuse me" Oliver shouts.
"Well, you do go off all day sometimes days on ends who knows what you are getting up to."
"I am not cheating on you," he says through clenched teeth.
"You can do what you want, remember all of this fake you can fuck whoever you want I really don't give a damn."
"Felicity I am not …"
"Just stay away from me I'd prefer not to catch anything I mean your Oliver Queen playboy who has been with hundreds of women."
"I can't believe you are accusing me Felicity, I have been anything but faithful despite you constantly pushing me away and reminding me that this is fake" Oliver walks closer to her.
"If you want to go and fuck someone just go, please do not let me hold you back" Felicity hissed.
"You know what Felicity maybe I will, preferably with someone less whiny than you" he slammed the door on his way out.
Felicity picked up her brush that she had left on her dresser and threw it against the mirror shattering it into pieces. Felicity fell to her knees and started crying; she pulled her knees close her chest and rocked herself back and forth.
Felicity had not seen Oliver in two days, she had asked Moira if she knew of his whereabouts and the older Queen looked at her in pity and told her that the boys were away including Robert. Moira had wanted to push Felicity for some information about what had happened but from the look on Felicity's face she knew that it was best to not push.
Felicity was beginning to go crazy from being locked up in the Manor since she had arrived; she was like Rapunzel locked up in the castle waiting for her prince to save her. Felicity had Oliver, and surely he should be her prince but he was not easing up her life. In her spare time, Felicity would go for walks and runs and would hack into the network at work making sure everything was in check. Every so often she fixed some problems QC was having and unbeknown to Oliver she had been running her searches on Slade hoping to find him.
Felicity was sitting on the stairs a cup of coffee to one side and her laptop resting on her lap. She typed away furiously working on new facial recognition software when the front door opened revealing Roy. Felicity quickly set her laptop to the side and ran to Roy throwing her arms around his neck. She had barely seen him since the funeral, and her anxiety had skyrocketed since he joined Oliver and Diggle in their crusade.
"I am so glad you are alright," Felicity said pulling back. "Where's everyone else?"
"Oliver and Diggle are staying at Oliver's penthouse tonight working on something," Roy tells her giving her hand a tight squeeze. Felicity blinks several times after what Roy had just said.
"Oliver has a penthouse?"
"Yeah, didn't you know, that's where we erm stay" Roy looked at her quizzically.
"Right, so they are staying there together…"
"I think just Oliver, Dig is going to go see his wife."
"Oh."
"Is everything ok?" Roy asks his sister concerned when he sees a hurt expression on her face.
"Let's do it," Felicity says with a strong force in her voice.
"Do what?"
"Leave, like you suggested let's run, we will get new identities, you and I we can still be Felicity and Roy. Just different surname, let's run," Felicity whispers the last part cautious of someone overhearing.
"Felicity, what I said then was hasty ok, we are not running …"
"Why not, please let's go Roy, you and me Roy we can start over somewhere I know a guy who can make us fake passports. Let's go Roy please" Felicity licks her lips and squeezes Roy's hands.
"Flick, as much as I want to leave I can't, we can't, besides what happened to being in love with Oliver?"
"I want to leave Roy please, let's go; we can find a place where we don't have to sleep with one eye open…"
All of a sudden the front door flung open and Oliver presented himself.
Oliver who the majority of time presented a calm demeanor, someone who has a hard to read expression changed slowly, and his face became contorted as anger began to run through his veins. His nostrils flared, and his mouth quivered, "Roy, can you leave us" he says through gritted teeth. Roy looked back and forth between Oliver and Felicity and wondered whether it was a good idea to leave the two of them alone, with a nod from his sister as affirmation he leaves them be. Oliver muttered something unintelligible under his breath; he looked incredibly angry like a volcano that was about to release it's pent-up of emotions.
His fists closed into fists he walked closer towards her stopping in front of by the steps, a few steps separating them making her taller for once. Oliver looked at her as if daring her to repeat what she had just said to Roy. When Felicity remained silent and said nothing without even looking Oliver knocked a vase that sat on a chest next to the stairs and whacked it across the room. Felicity flinched at his sudden outbursts and turned and ran up the stairs wanting to be as far away from him as possible.
Oliver watched her run away from him cursing under his teeth he slowly followed her.
Coming to a stop at his bedroom door he entered and saw Felicity shoving her clothes into a suitcase.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like, I am sick of all of this I want out, I want to leave" Felicity cried out.
Seemingly frustrated Oliver grabbed the suitcase out of her grip and threw it across the room. "Damn it Felicity all I have tried to do is protecting you since Russia and here you are what leaving me …"
"I am sick of it."
"Sick of what?"
"All of it, I have cooped up in this house for over a month, you make exceptions for your mom and Thea. The last time I left this building was my mother's funeral" she sobbed.
"Felicity…"
"It is like prison, I want to be able to leave this house, I want to go to work, go to a coffee shop, go to the mall, meet with friends. I don't have that many but the ones I do have I want to meet with them." Felicity falls to the floor and brings her knees up and begins to cry again.
"Felicity, I want for nothing more than to give you your freedom, to let you go to work and go out with your friends Felicity. But it is not possible right now" he tries to explain. Suddenly seeing Felicity shattered on the floor his anger diminishes, and he goes to sit down next to her. "I am not cheating on you; I haven't even looked at another woman since you came into my life, the only action I've gotten is from my hand." Oliver admits causing Felicity to chuckle.
"I know, I just" she sniffled and looked up at Oliver, "I don't know what I am doing with myself, I don't know how I am feeling, I … I'm so lost Oliver and when … when I thought I was ready you said no and that …"
"Felicity, this you and me, it's forever that's where I see us going, I do not want to ruin this by making going fast, I …" Oliver licks his lips, he places his hands on her knees and pulls her towards him, so they are facing each other. "My whole life I had jumped into things, baby when I told you about Sara and Shado and Laurel. Yes, I loved them but it was different, they each showed me something changed something in me. But my biggest change has come from you, are the most infuriating woman I have ever met, you just make me lighter, you Felicity Smoak have my heart in the palm of your hands. I am so madly in love with you it is crazy because I have no idea how I have gotten to this moment but here I am." Oliver brushes her loose hair behind her ears dragging his fingers through to the ends.
"Oliver" she whispers as he leans in and captures her lips for a full on kiss.
"Don't leave me Felicity" he whispers in between kisses.
"Never," she says without a moment's hesitation making Oliver kiss her even harder. "Oliver, wait…" she pulls back, "I love you too." Oliver's eyes widen in surprise, he stands up and pulls her up by her hands and then lifts her easily. Felicity immediately wraps her legs around his waist and deepens their kiss.
Slowly walking towards the bed Oliver drops Felicity down, they work fast to undo each other's shirts, Felicity manages to take Oliver's shirt off and tosses it to the ground. Oliver's big fingers had never had trouble with unbuttoning a girls shirt before quickly became frustrated and tore her shirt open, small white buttons flying all over the place. Felicity giggles, and it is a sound that Oliver hopes to hear more of. Leaning down slowly with Oliver on top of her Felicity pushes him back off her again gently, their lips parting. Oliver looks down at her curiously, his eyebrow raised.
"I think we are going to quickly" Felicity whispers her eyes stuck on spot on his chest.
Oliver's heart flutters and he begins to get off her but she wraps her legs around him tighter holding him in place.
"Just kidding" she laughs.
"Oh really" Oliver begins to tickle her, and she tries to fight him off, her laughter lightening up the whole room and his heart.
Felicity exhaled a sigh of content when Oliver's lips touched her again, her arms tightened around his neck, eliciting a groan of desire from Oliver. Slowly his lips moved down the swell of her neck, and she began to whimper and purr, Oliver smiled when he heard the noises she made because of him. Oliver's hands snaked around her pulling her flush against his chest as she let her fingers walk up to his hair to play with it- despite his hair being short. Oliver brushed away the tank top strand and gently bit the top of her shoulder; she cried out softly and clutched him tight.
Oliver grabbed her firmly, deepening his kiss, licking her lips with his tongue until she opened them and allowed him inside. He groaned at the taste of her. She tasted of brandy and fruit, warm and welcoming, her hands rubbing his shoulders. He wrapped his hand around the back of Felicity's neck with an urgency that made her moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss gently, breathless, resting his forehead against hers.
He stroked her hair as he pushed against her.
"Felicity," he whispered warmly. Not hesitant. Not afraid. She smiled at the sound of his voice.
She cupped his face again and kissed him deeply. The passion in both of them surged forward again. Deep, probing kisses and urgent hands. While she kissed down the side of his jaw to his neck, and her warm palms touched his skin for the first time, he moaned loudly and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Felicity let her hands roam around with slow and deliberate movements, massaging and testing the skin of his chest, stomach and back. She kissed along the skin of his shoulders, making him cry out and shiver; Felicity's fingers moved down his scarred body. She learned his scars and trailed them so that she could memorize them.
Felicity kissed Oliver deeply while her fingers worked at the buckle of his belt. She opened it without ever breaking the kiss, unhooking the top button, and ever so slowly drawing the zipper down.
His eyes left hers and searched the curves of her body. The way her breasts swelled in the black bra she wore, the way they matched the black cotton panties that covered her hips that he just realized that she had removed- when he did not know.
She lifted herself up pushing him back onto the bed and straddled his hips, sitting down firmly on his underwear trapped hardness. Oliver gasped and shot his head back. The pressure of her body, the heat that radiated from her, it almost sent him over the edge right there.
"Felicity," he moaned. "God."
She leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his chest, touching him and kissing every inch of skin she could reach. His arms wrapped around her involuntarily, massaging her shoulders and finally bringing her mouth to his where he devoured her mouth with an almost feral passion.
"Touch me," she said calmly, her chest rising and falling with excited breaths. "Here."
She placed his hands on her breasts, and instinct took over. He started massaging and rubbing them through the fabric. Felicity's eyes closed and moaned her approval. Reaching behind her back she undid the clasps and let the bra crumble in his hands. He seemed surprised for a moment, but when she took the lingerie from him, his hands gravitated back to her bare flesh.
"Oh Oliver," she murmured. His hands rolled the meat of her the breast back and forth, but when his fingers tugged gently on her nipples, her body bucked against him. The grinding his pelvis made him grit his teeth, but he didn't stop touching her. He snuggled one hand on her back and pulled her closer and thankfully off his groin, sucking on nipple in his mouth.
"God yes," she gasped with a smile. "That's perfect, baby. So perfect."
She rolled her fingers through his hair and dragged her nails across his neck. She heard his deep moan as he switched to the other breast. Her hands roamed all over him and he responded in kind, reaching down to grab her curvy buttocks. He growled in his throat when he felt the firm resistance of her flesh through her panties. Felicity slid down his body and freed his aching member from his boxers.
He was full and hard, a small trail of precum leaking out and down the side. Felicity used it to her advantage. Swirling her hand around in it she coated his cock and slid her hand down firm to the base.
"Arrrrrghh," he growled fighting the desire to close his eyes. It was a beautiful sight to behold, her tanned skin around his straining member. How long had it been since anyone but him had stroked it? He tried to remember, but her up and down movement blocked it out his mind.
"Jesus, Felicity. That feels so good."
"Does it?" she whispered, dipping her head down and licking his nipple.
"Fuck, Felicity," he growled against her lips. "I'm going to cum, if you don't stop that."
She didn't stop. She increased her speed and leaned back a little bit so she could look in his eyes.
"Felicity" he laughed and pulled her hand away, pulling her up so he can kiss her. "I want to be inside of you when I cum baby" he whispers against her lips.
"Oliver, I … don't want to ruin the mood but, do you have … I think you… we should have been tested, should be tested before we do anything" she bit her lip.
Oliver sat straighter and looked at her, "You're right" he stated.
"But not today, today mister you wear a condom, and then we go get tested because I don't want anything between us," she says with a glowing expression on her face.
"No, I want nothing to be in between our first time," Oliver tells her.
"Are you sure because…" she looks at his member, blushes and quickly meets his eyes- like she is a kid who had just been caught stealing candy. "And well because I …" Oliver did not think it was possible for her to go any pinker.
Oliver sat up on his knees and trailed kisses down her smooth body.
With one hand, Oliver placed two fingers deep inside of her, applying pressure to her g spot. He held his fingers steady, and his piercing gaze meet the intensity of her eyes. He started moving his fingers fast, and Felicity started moaning her eyes never leaving his, he started to fuck her hard and fast with his fingers. Felicity legs started to quiver; it was like nothing she had ever experienced before; it was extremely intense. Felicity gripped Oliver and felt relief when her orgasm took over her body, and she started to shake uncontrollably as her juices coated Oliver's fingers. Oliver slowly brought her down from her high and then let her rest when her body dropped down on the bed.
Oliver smugly looked at her and then got up and headed towards the bathroom. "Where you going, what about…" Felicity says quickly.
"I can take care of it" he smiled at her and then headed to the bathroom. Coming out Felicity had not moved from her position, he smiled as he applied a warm cloth against the moisture between her legs. Tossing it away afterward he cuddled up next to her drawing the covers up. He placed a kiss on her forehead and sighed in content.
"Love you."
"Love you."
There we go, my longest chapter to date- however i dont know i'm not excited about this chapter its just very ehh for me but enjoy anyways.
BTW i am so excited about Olicity next week if i don't post anything it will be because i died of happiness and probably angst aswell.
Theaaa :(