Until Death Do Us Part

[Oliver Queen]

Great. Lewis had decided to have a conversation with the man right in the hall way. It was frustrating enough that Oliver couldn't hear anything but muffled voices, but it was even more frustrating that now they were trapped here until Lewis decided to part ways. Oliver looked down at the tablet, seeing if they could get any sort of visual on the man that Lewis was talking to. At least it would narrow down one staff member that was involved in the plan, because Lewis didn't seem like the type to just casually socialize with the cruise staff.

The only light that was coming was from the tablet, and whatever crack of light came from under the door. But that had hardly been enough to see anything with. Oliver continued to try to listen, his ear pressed against the door but it was to no avail. The walls were too thick, which was not working in their favor at the moment. So all he could do was stand these uselessly, and wait for a clear moment where they could sneak out of here.

[Felicity Smoak]

There was a little beep that came from her tablet, and the red battery sign came on the screen. Oh crap! This is what happened from over use and him distracting her with himself so she forgot to charge it over night. Crap crap! Did she tell him? Or would that be heard? "Ummmm, Oliver." She whispered, watching as her tablet went dark.

It was off, and they could not be turning it back on without power. She reached out, meaning to lift her hand and touch his shoulder but in the dark he had shifted, and she had forgot how close they were thanks to their being no room--and her hand ended up right between his legs.

[Oliver Queen]

She began to say his name, and that was when he noticed the rooom fill with complete dark. Her tablet had died. That was the only logical explanation for why it suddenly turned off because he was certain she didn't choose to shut it off. Now they were standing here in the dark, with no tablet, and no means of knowing when it was safe to make their escape. His eyes had grown accustomed to dark surroundings, so the lack of light wasn't troubling him. He just felt that this -- standing here and doing nothing -- was a waste of time. They only had tomorrow to figure everything out and then the plan would be set in motion the following day. And now here they were. Stuck in a closet.

Oliver was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when he felt her hand suddenly touch him in a rather intimate area. His body slightly jolted at the sudden and unexpected feel of her hand there. It didn't seem to have the intentions of arousing him, so he assumed it was an accident. Though, that didn't mean that the questioning intentions hadn't succeeded. He had been with her last night and multiple times today . . . of course he was sensitive to her touch. "Felicity . . . that's not the battery."

[Felicity Smoak]

"Oh!" Oh crap! "I know. I was just reaching to touch you--I mean get your attention--I mean to make you aware---" REALLY?!?! "3 . . . 2. . . 1 . . " Oh crap! She had touched him THERE without any sort of lead up. Shaking her hand she tried to think of something to make it better.

"I wasn't trying to do anything, I was just moving and you were there--of course you were there, you know you there there--but I didn't know you were there. Well, I knew you were there, just not there---well I knew you had a there that was there but not that it was right there . . . . . 5 . . .4 . . .3 . . .2 . . . . 1. . . " Maybe she should just jump out of the closet, cause that could not be worse.

[Oliver Queen]

Felicity was babbling. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. It wasn't as if this was the first time she was doing it. And as always, Oliver remained silent, letting her get it all out. He had lost track of what she was trying to say, but got the gist of it: that it was an accident. He could accept that. He knew he could let it go and not comment on it; perhaps not even acknowledge it in any way. He wanted to say her name to make her stop, but his mind seemed to come up with another plan . . . one that was perhaps far more effective.

He was well aware that his justification was a lie. In all truth, the second she had touched him brought back that familiar feeling of needing her, and aware of how incredible it felt to be with her. So without giving it a second thought -- for he knew that if he did, he would hold himself back -- he moved forward, putting his hands on either side of her cheeks, and kissed her strongly and passionately; an embrace full of need and desire.

[Felicity Smoak]

Stop! Stop! Stop! Don't talk! Don't say another--

Oliver's hands touched her face in the dark, and she felt him kiss her, to which she didn't hesitate in reaching forward and putting her hands on his back, nearly dropping her tablet, which got caught between her hand and his back. Moving it to sit on one of the side shelves, she let her hand move up to rest on his neck instead, as she kiss him back, and forgot to care where they were, or who was outside of the door.

Her heels gave her that extra few inches that meant she didn't have to stand on her toes to get closer, even still she found herself trying to get closer, as the kiss began to bring out the feelings of passion more then giddiness the longer it went on. She took a step backwards, pulling him with her until her back touched the wall, needing that support to keep standing while he made her knees weak.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver moved with her until her back was against a wall, which was the best position they could be in for what he wanted to do, and for where they were. With the deprivation of sight, every other sense was heightened, making everything feel strong and powerful. With her back now against the wall, he pressed his body against hers as he pulled off his jacket and tossed it to the floor. He then hiked her dress up a little -- which didn't take too much lifting since it was already short.

His hands felt for where there was still fabric in the way and pulled down her underwear, until it fell freely to her feet on the floor. Unable to withstand the restrain of his own pants, he began to hurriedly unfasten them, pulling enough down -- and enough out -- so that he could continue on with what would come next. All the while, making sure his lips didn't leave hers for a moment.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity felt his hands pulling down her underthings, as well as lifting her skirt, which really didn't have to be lifted as much as she thought when she tried on the dress and had convinced herself it was decent. "Oliver," She whispered his name when the kiss broke for a second to give them air, before he was kissing her again.

It was happening so fast, and the need was building with the moment. Her hands moved to help him get his pants lowered, before grabbing the tails of his shirt and pulling--some of the buttons came out naturally, but she was fairly certain she heard a few hit the ground where they ripped off. "I've always wanted to do that," She told him between kisses, as her hand moved to touch him again, this time with purpose.

[Oliver Queen]

He felt her assist him in the process of lowering his pants, before her hands moved to his shirt and pulled it open, causing the buttons to pop off. He would have smiled at her actions, or even her words, but he was far too distracted. Still, he offered some teasing words in return. "You can explain that one to the others," he teased, referring to explaining why his shirt was suddenly missing buttons. Though he had a strong feeling they wouldn't be returning to the dinner hall as it was dependent on when they got out of here. But Oliver wasn't thinking about that right now. He didn't even want to leave at the moment. He wanted her.

So with that thought dominating his mind, he lifted her up a bit, moving her legs to wrap around his waist, and finally pushed into her. There wasn't as much build up this time around. None of his teasing to help build the moment, or even any of her own. It had been replaced with this desperate urge and ache of just needing to be inside of her more than anything else. And now that he was, all he could do was move deeper, repeatedly pushing her harder against the wall.

[Felicity Smoak]

He teased her, which she had not expected, and she found herself smiling thought his kiss and everything else. When he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him, and helped guide him into her, before her hands came up to hold into his shoulders, even though the hard wall at her back, and the hard wall of his chest at her front gave her all the support she needed.

Again with the no bed, she thought rather amused, though both the thought and emotion were felting under the feeling of Oliver beginning to move. Leaning her head back to rest on the wall for a moment she tried to pull in enough air to breathe while her heart raced. Knowing she would say something, or make a sound to give them away, she moved to kiss him, working on holding in any sounds.

Getting caught now, would not be wise.

[Oliver Queen]

What was it about Felicity Smoak that made her so damn irresistible? He felt like he could no longer function around her; that every time they were alone, his thoughts were consumed of being with her. He wasn't sure if it was because he had strong feelings for her and had deprived himself of any physical intimacy with her . . . or if it due to some other unknown reason. Perhaps everything. Maybe nothing. He didn't care, even though he knew he should. In this moment, all else -- including reason -- ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, in their own little reality where nothing else mattered as much as being together.

He felt her kiss him again, which he returned instantly as he began to push harder into her, building a steady rhythm and picking up pace. Somewhere in his mind he knew he should control the amount of force and strength he was using right now as he thrust inside of her, considering how hard he had worked her body earlier, but he could only focus on that need of release, for both of them. His lips moved from hers, her neck, pressing them against her skin there, trying to muffle any sounds or pants that he involuntarily may be releasing. He knew his breathing was heavy, and that pushing her against the wall again and again probably wasn't helping with minimizing the sounds, but he also couldn't stop until they both got to that much needed point.

[Felicity Smoak]

The steady thumping behind her surely was going to give them away. If not that her loud breathing that came out as soft cries with a higher pitch then it should. His lips were no longer coat her own to stifle the cries. "Oliver," she begged, not even sure what for.

Everything grew tight, all her muscles locked, holding as close as she could for those few almost painful seconds before it all broke, and the euphoric bliss over took her. Never before with anyone else had she felt anything this perfect or intense. It was as if Oliver had some magic power over her, or her heart. It made everything perfect, special, stronger.

Love made that for her.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver could feel himself getting closer and soon enough, he reached that point that he had been striving for. Despite the quickened speed that they achieved it in, it was in no way lessened in terms of how incredible it felt or how much of an impact it had on his entire body. Aware that she was reached that peak as well, he felt his shoulders slightly relax, as his movements slowed to a halt, though he kept her body practically pinned to the wall, not yet ready to let her go. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they shouldn't be doing this, that they needed to get back to work, that he should be focusing on Adams.

But right now, all he could fill his mind and heart with was the feelings she stirred in him and the comfort he felt being inside of her and reaching this level of intimacy with her. So with that in mind, he wasn't yet able to pull out of her, or even let her feet touch the ground again. His body heaved from their vigorous activities, as he raised his head from neck and found her lips, kising her slowly, in a drawn out and lingering way, reflecting the aftermath of their actions, rather than an attempt to start it all over again.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity slowly begin to come back to herself, and smiled into the darkness while she didn't have to hide anything. She could not really even see his face so she doubted he could see her's! She felt wonderful and euphoric, not just from the bliss from moments ago but emotionally and physically, and in every other way. The last time she had told him she loved him, he had left, so she would not speak up again.

She didn't move to lower herself, as she was content to stay in his arms. Knowing that the I Love You words might ruin the moment if he pulled back, she instead spoke to tease him and make the moment fee lighter then it was. "I'm not complaining about the adventure, mind you, but a bed would be nice to change things up." She teased, before going back to kiss him lightly.

[Oliver Queen]

He gave a slight smile when she commented on changing things to a bed. Which, really was the more traditional way of doing all this. Their first time had been in such a place, but everytime afterwards . . . well, it hadn't exactly been limited to a bed. He kissed in return, pulling away just long enough to speak. "Too conventional," he teased in return, before meeting her lips again. As much as he wished they had more time right now, or were even und better circumstances overall, they didn't and they weren't. So regrettably, he pulled his body away from her, gently lowering her to her feet as he began to fasten his pants back up. He could only fasten a couple of buttons on his shirt since the others had been torn off. Truthfully, he had no idea how dishevelled they may look right now since they were severely lacking light.

Deciding to help her, he bent down, feeling for where her underwear had fallen to. A slight smile crept on his lips when his hand came to it, right where he had dropped it. He slightly moved her foot to step inside of one of the openings and then the other. His lips then began to graze one side of her inner leg as he slowly began to pull up the fabric trailing after where his lips had touched. When he got to the center of her leg, he lightly kissed the skin, before covering her up with her undergarment, aware that if he didn't do so quickly, they would never get out of this place. When that was done, he straightened his posture and proceeded to pull down her short skirt to cover the approrpriate areas. Even though she could not see him, there was a small smile playing on his lips from his actions.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity felt him break the kiss and move down. "Sometimes old school is still fun." She teased him back, surprised they could joke about this. His lips then distracted her, as he kissed his way up her leg, and her hand touched the back of his head for a moment as she sucked in air from his light kiss.

When he was standing, she leaned away from the wall and took her own weight. Walking in these shoes now while her legs were jelly were going to be a challenge. Reaching for her tablet, she hugged it to her chest before she found herself laughing softness.

Leaning forward she rested her head on to his chest, enjoying how much taller and broad he was then her. It made her feel safe more then intimated, because it was Oliver. And he would let nothing happened to her. She trusted in that. "We should go."

[Oliver Queen]

He turned to look for his jacket, not taking long to find it and put it on, to cover up whatever dishevelled appearance he may otherwise have due to their intimate activities here. He also tucked in his shirt, trying to pull everything in place and made sure he looked semi presentable. He then felt her head on his chest, and even though he couldn't see her, looked down at what would have been the top of her head. "We should," he agreed. Letting their position linger for a few moments, he then put his hand on her should, to indicate that he was going to move. He moved toward the door, ensuring that Lewis was still not chatting with anyone. Unable to hear voices -- even muffled ones -- he slowly began to open the door.

Oliver stepped out first, looking up and down the hall before deciding that the coast was clear. He then extended his hand for Felicity to take, leading her out of the closet. He closed it behind them, as they casually exited the hall way. They couldn't go back to the hall just yet -- if they planned to -- since Felicity was carrying around the tablet. So instead, he began to lead them back to their room, being very aware of his surroundings to make sure there was no one who had been lurking nearby and keeping a close watch on them.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity took his hand and let him pull her into the hall while she used her other hand to both hold the tablet with a few of her fingers, and used her other two to pull at her dress. She felt oddly exposed with what they'd just done. She could feel the proof of their actions in the slightly stickiness between her thighs.

Still, even that was not enough to remove her smile. Once in the room she handed him the tablet. "Charge this while I be right back." Slipping out of her shoes, she hurried up to the bed room, and used the sink in the wash room to clean up a bit before returning back down to him. "I will run the papers you found, see what I can find out." Walking over to the bar in the room, she got some water for her and his normal drink for him, before walking back and settling in. Passing his to him, she let the tablet charge a bit more while explaining what she had done.

"I also copies the signal from some of his flowers in his room, and if he turns them on, we can see what he sees. It's short range so I can't patch it to Diggle, but I can build an app that will record it for us, so we can watch it later." She was turning the tables on Lewis and it made her look more confidant rather then the fearful look she had last time they spoke about him. "With luck, they will be built into his computer, so whenever he turns it on, they will all automatically wake up. Even if he's not watching them and recording, so we might even get lucky into seeing inside his room."

[Oliver Queen]

She handed him the tablet and he plugged it in the charger while she went upstairs to change. He also took the opportunity to put on another shirt -- one that didn't have buttons torn off, though he had to admit, looking down at it, it made him smile. Especially thinking of her words that went along with it when she had done it. He unbuttoned the remaining ones, and he pulled on his grey hoodie over top. She came back down, going over to her now charging tablet and starting to explain everything she was doing -- and planned to do. He gave a small smile, listening to everything she was doing. Lewis had no idea who he had been messing with, and this time, it was not Oliver who was asserting that control; it was Felicity. And he couldn't be more proud of her.

"Is there anyway you can find out who exactly he was talking to in the hall?" Oliver asked, knowing it was better to just pose the question than try to suggest ways for her to find out. She was the expert in this field; she was in her element. Oliver didn't have his hood, or his bow and arrows. He couldn't hide or mask himself, and because of that, he had to hold back a lot of what he would have otherwise done. That anonymity gave him a lot of power. Felicity was more than capable though, which was the main reason he had asked -- told -- her to come with him.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity was proud of herself, but she also knew there needed to be more in order to put Lewis in jail--much more. "Once get the tablet working, I can try to get his face, or track where he went after the conversation. By watching him I can see who he runs to talk to, and where they seem to be meeting at. Lewis might not drawl attention to himself by doing things, but this guys--I can watch him for slips."

Her hands moved in wide gestures as she talked, as they did when she got on a roll, and Felicity could not help but smiling at Oliver as she planned out how she could help him, help everyone. "Now that we are mostly sure about Lewis, I can narrow down my focus and begin to really look into these guys, and find stronger connections."

Reaching for her tablet, she pulled it on her lap, and turned it on, staying close enough to let it still be charging too. "If we can find another passenger in on it, you can try to get close to him and it might look more casual? Maybe. Or maybe we should fall back and just watch from here?" She was asking what their next move was.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver continued to watch her in her element, and she further described what all she could do, and how much information she could find out. She was right about one thing, Lewis was extremely careful. They would have to rely on the others involved to reveal something rather than him. Which was why it was imperative they started narrowing down the list of others who were in on this plan, since they only had a day before this was going to take place. "I don't think we have time to wait for everyone to slip up," he told her, which meant they would have to go for the next course of action.

"See if you can find out whether another passanger is involved. And the crew." He would get close to the passanger and follow the crew men. This was where his own personal skillset came in: sneaking and stalking. Lurking around the halls undetected. Especially if he had Felicity to guide him. Taking a sip from the drink she gave him, Oliver paused to quickly formulate a plan in his mind. "I'll need you to keep watching from here," he informed her. "I'll talk to them in person." Meaning when they found out who was involved, he'd buddy up with them, or casually try to extract information from them.

[Felicity Smoak]

She nodded at the plan, before she began working. Into the hall cams she went, and when she could not get the man's face she followed him as he moved around the ship. At first it was nothing. Making some turns, and seemingly taking a path to no where before she noticed he was instead trying to cover his tracks.

He even disappeared from sight a few times in no cam zones and it took her a bit to try to trace where he came out at. Finally she found him. "You should try to get some rest while I work." She told Oliver, without looking at him. "Once I get all this built up, I doubt either of us will get any rest for a while." And he would need it, being he was out and about.

"Is there anyway we can lock off this room should the attack happen? Or block the door better?" She needed to make sure they could not get in, so she could constantly be working to help him when he went out there to stop it.

[Oliver Queen]

She suggested that he rest, but Oliver was not in the mindset to do so. He wasn't going to let Felicity stay up and do all this work without at least keeping her company. He would be fine. He hardly slept as it was so his body was accustomed to it. With that in mind, he ignored both of her statements, only to focus on the question she asked. "When the time comes, I'll make sure you are safe." And away from whatever else was happening on the ship. He wouldn't be able to reveal too much of his abilities, so it was about being smart, and strategic, and being prepared. But he would make sure she was in a completely safe and secure environment. He couldn't risk Lewis or one of the other men in on this to go after her.

They may be holding these couples hostage, but holding Felicity hostage was a whole other situation. Strangers were different than people he knew. He could keep a level head, remain calm and composed, be objective in his decisions . . . but if someone he cared about was in danger, his emotions often got in the way and clouded his better judgment. It would be safe for Felicity, or anyone else on this ship if that happened. "We may have to switch rooms at that time, just in case." Lewis knew where their room was, but he was fairly certain he wasn't going to have his men waste time searching all the rooms aboard this ship because . . . well, there were a hell of a lot of rooms.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity sent the files to Diggle, and then watch the camera as the worker made rounds. She shifted so she was beside Oliver, and he could see too. "He seems to be playing his part right now, but he will have to check with someone soon." She hoped. "I sent the papers to Diggle so he could track them with my codes already in place, and I won't have to do it from here."

And because Oliver clearly wasn't going to rest while he could, he could help her watch for now. Being the worker was. ...well working they might have to watch a while until he made contact. "I looked up his badge, since they all have trackers. Said his name was Chris Smith." Clearly a lie.

She stayed there watching the fed for a while. Chris delivered plates to rooms, and cleaned up a mess in the hall. The last thing she remembered seeing was him cleaning down equipment in the gym before she drifted asleep, and leaned over on Oliver.

[Oliver Queen]

Felicity shifted closer to him allowing him to watch the camera along with her. She gave some more information, regarding the name -- or false name -- the cruise worker. And that they could track them, so long as they had a face or more importantly, their badge number. They both then watched silently as the worker fulfilled his routine tasks, cleaning for the most part. It wasn't until he felt Felicity's head on his shoulder that he slightly turned his head to look at her, seeing that she had fallen asleep. He continued to watch the news feed, memorizing every frame, and seeing that 'Chris' had interacted with two more staff members, both of which Oliver had managed to zoom in and capture their badge number. He looked both of them up, and they too had false names. But thanks to the facial recognition program that Felicity had in her computer, he was able to find them in Starling's crime database. It revealed their true names, and the fact that both had been charged with small crimes, larcerny, grand theft auto . . . everything to suggest that they made the perfect minions, and were clearly not the masterminds behind all this.

After an hour or so, he decided to check back with Diggle to see if he had any luck with looking into the financial statements. Not wanting to wake Felicity by talking right next to her, he very carefully and slowly moved his position, gently placing her head down on the couch. He then went to her legs, gently lifting them so they too were on the couch and she was somewhat lying down on her side. He very carefully put a pillow under her head and a blanket to cover her for further comfort and warmth. Watching her for just a moment, ensuring he did not wake her, he then went upstairs to make a call. Diggle said that he was still looking into it, and Oliver updated him on the latest information he had found out. When the call was over, Oliver changed out of his dress pants, putting on something more comfortable, and changing into a t-shirt. Going back downstairs, he saw that Felicity was still resting and again, did not want to wake her. He watched the camera feed for a little bit longer -- until everywhere seemed vacant, indicating that all had gone to sleep for the night. Which was the perfect chance to search around the boat. He set the tablet down, and began to put on his shoes, planning to go out and explore the ship to see what he could find.