Until Death Do Us Part

[Felicity Smoak]

He looked away from her, and told her to go to bed. That made her more angry, and more hurt all in the same moment! It made her want to be someone else, who could yell kick and scream. Instead she just stared him, her face a mixture of that same anger and hurt. That same confusion of his actions. She wasn't his little sister to be ordered about--hell even his little sister wouldn't be ordered about!

But he thought he could do it to her! She was different, but no matter how different it was never enough. She wasn't his employee here. She would not be ordered. Instead she just stood there, staring up at him. Waiting for him to say something more then dismissing her! Outwardly she never moved. Never looked away from his face.

Ironically earlier it had been his hand on her. Him distracting her! The memory of touching would have been from his hand, their moment! She'd have worried about saying something telling in her dreams, when she relived that cart ride over but with a better ending.

[Oliver Queen]

She wasn't moving or even looking away from him. It was as if she was expecting him to say or do something else, and there was nothing he could. He knew it would be best -- as is was last night -- to just sleep it off. For her to go to bed, and for him to lay down on the couch. It was so much better that way. She was still standing in front of him though, still expectant of something or another. What was it? An apology? An explanation? He couldn't do either, for if he apologized -- not something he did very often -- then it would require an explanation any way. And that was not a road he could go down.

He had to keep his guard up and not do anything that could only hurt her in the end. Meeting her gaze once more, he spoke. "What is it that you want from me, Felicity?" Right now, in general . . . he didn't even known. Whether they were focusing on the present or everything else they had been through, he just didn't know. He hoped she would just answer with 'nothing' and then walk away, or allow him to. But something told him it would not be that easy to escape this subject.

[Felicity Smoak]

Nothing that he was apparently willing to give her. Felicity stared up at him, and honestly just wanted to walk away, and go to bed. She wanted to wake up and make some comment that would allow them to ignore tonight like they'd ignored the other night, and today, and every other moment that kept them from having any good quite moments.

Instead she just kept looking at him, "For you to explain that crack." Or apologize, or something! For him to make it better! For him to do something! "You can lie to everyone else, Oliver. You can misdirect, and ignore things they asked because you don't want to answer. Everyone else." But they were past that. She had always seen past his act. Not down to the truth, but enough to know when he needed to her just believe the lie. "But not with me." SO he would not send her to bed like a child.

[Oliver Queen]

She wasn't leaving, and instead said that she wanted him to explain what he had meant. Furthermore, she went on to say that he could lie to everyone else -- which was true -- but not with her. He knew full well that there were very few people he could be totally honest with and that was her and Diggle. Most everyone else he was forced to lie to in some way or another. But there were still some things that he couldn't be completely honest about for very specific reasons. Which was why he always had his guard up, and why he tended to act out in the way he had tonight. It was a slip on his part, for it truly showed his lack of control.

So instead of giving an answer, and hoping she took his next words as a final reason to leave, he responded with something that did not involve any answer she may have wanted. "I have nothing more to say," he told her, once again attempting to dismiss the entire conversation, and well, her. Because he couldn't risk the alternative and the longer she stood here and spoke about such things, the more he could feel himself weakening.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity waited for his reaction to her words, and waited for the words that would make this better. Oliver was her friend, and even if he never felt for her what she did for him they still had that. A friendship that was based on respect and understanding of each other. And right now it felt like it was being tested.

He had nothing more to say. The words hurt worse then she could have thought, because not only had he dismissed her, but done it twice in one night. she bit her lips in order to not let herself cry. Her eyes fell toward the floor. She turned away from him, about to walk up the steps but instead turned back to him. She knew her face had to hold on it the hurt she was feeling. "I really wish you'd ask someone else to come here with you." Because right now she was regretting it.

[Oliver Queen]

She had said that she regretted coming and he could understand why. He had thought they would have been able to be comfortable in this environment. That there would have been no problems. But he'd been wrong. And he wasn't helping the situation at all. They were going to have to stay here for a few more days -- at the very least -- so Oliver wasn't sure how they were going to be able to do his. Seeing her expression, how much he'd hurt her . . . he just needed to add that to the list of ways he'd hurt her and others. She had been about to walk away and he should have just let her. But once again, his emotions were having control over his words. Because rationality said that he should let her walk away and that would be it for the night. But his heart didn't want that; it wanted her to stay.

"Just focus on the case, Felicity. This will all be over soon." When telling her to focus on the case, there was a tone implying that she hadn't. Though once again, deep down he knew she had been. It was just that one incident. That one man that had made everything unwravel so quickly. First it had been Cindy, now it was this man. Oliver didn't fail to detect the pattern, and that was what made it all the more harder to just not blurt out how he felt . . . or do something that would show as much.

[Felicity Smoak]

His words made everything freeze inside of her. She didn't think she was doing every bit as much as him? "I beg your pardon?" She asked. "At what point did you think I wasn't? At what point, Oliver, have I done anything to not help out?" How dare he! She had been doing everything he asked and then still trying to do more to be impressive! Everything she did was for him the case!

"Ever since you came to me, I have done everything you needed of me. I have never not put a hundred percent into my job--either of them!" And he knew it too! "I know this case has you wound tight, but you are not going to take it out of me!" He could just go hit the hell out of a bag in the gym if he needed!

"I came here knowing the danger! I came to help you, not let you take everything out of me! I came knowing that this would be hard for me! I spent the first few days living in that!" Cindy, and all the women who hit him, RIGHT before her like she didn't matter! Like the knew how he felt! "You know how hard this is for me Oliver, and I know you do because you take enjoyment out of toying with me! Which on most days is fine, I even get some enjoyment too, but not like this!"

"I hear you come up behind me down there, and I thought thank goodness! You were there to help me! And instead getting my friend there to help me, I get yelled like like it's my fault it happened! I didn't ask him to come up to me! I didn't ask him to touch me! I didn't want this hands on me! I wanted yours! But instead of you helping me get out of that stupid--and slightly scary--situation, you attack me instead of him!"

She got quite, staring at him for a moment waiting for him to insert another ass comment or to do something---OH SHIT! Her face turned from anger to a muted panic when she realized what she said about him, his hands, and his toying with her!

[Oliver Queen]

His words caused Felicity to go off on him which . . . he knew should have been expected. And it wasn't as if she was saying anything wrong. He knew that she had never failed in helping them. He knew that she had never rejected his requests or anytime he had asked her to help him. And she was right, in that he shouldn't be using her as a scapegoat for his unnamed emotions. He had nothing to say in return to justify his actions, which was why he didn't even attempt to speak. She then went on to say something that caused him to pause, and focus on those particular words. She said that he should know how difficult this was for her. That he enjoyed playing with her emotions because of his teasing actions. That was all it had been; teasing. But in the context she said it now, it made him wonder if he should not have done that. If instead, he should just not encourage anything along the lines of flirtatious teasing.

Once again, he was at a loss of words. As if that had not been enough to process, she went on to say that she had hated the other man's hands on her -- which only made him wish he had broken the man's hands -- and that she had been afraid. Oliver had failed in protecting her, and failed in giving her support. She had been violated and yet in that moment, he had been so consumed with something else. Once again, his emotions of angry and rage were replaced with whatever feelings arouse from her next words. Revealing, that she would have preferred his hands on her. She seemed to realize this slip for her expression showed as much. She often made little comments by accident here and there but this somehow felt different. And he could see the panic and embarrassment on her face.

He knew he should say something, or do something. Anything, to dismiss this subject one more. Or even just walk away. Instead of being rational, all these other feelings raced through him. Ones that had been stirred in him based on what she had said. He shouldn't react on them. He couldn't. And yet, standing here, in unmoved silence, helped nothing. So instead of speaking with his mind, he spoke with his heart. For his mind gave up on him and his heart took him over. This cause him to move forward, and without an ounce of hesitation, his lips went to hers, his hands going to either side of her cheek as he kissed her in a sudden and almost frenzy passion.

[Felicity Smoak]

What had she said? She had just admitted too much too him, and she only had the events of the last few days to blame. Felicity knew she had broken some unspoken rule of her's when she spoke. At this point she needed to just leave. Tell him she needed some air. No more! Babbling was what got her into this!

Oliver moved forward, and she opened her mouth to speak, while holding up her hand to try to make a gesture and everything changed. And then he kissed her. His hands were on her cheeks, and he was kissing her. Oliver Queen was kissing her!

It took her only a second to over come the surprise and kiss him back, joining in on the fervored emotion behind the kiss. Her hands moved up to touch his own face for a moment, before moving to his shoulders, and fisting in his jacket, while pulling him closer.

[Oliver Queen]

Feeling her react to the kiss -- the way her mouth and hands moved -- only encouraged his actions. He was too fargone. He had been fighting for so long to keep from doing anything like this, yet tonight, he had failed in his attempt. All that he felt for her had been building up for so long, pent up for so long, that it was now unleashing himself, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop. He wanted more than just a kiss, and was well aware of where this all might lead to. Deepening the kiss, not bothering to hold back, his hands went to the back of her dress. He unhooked the clasp, letting it loosen from the shoulders, but because it was so fitting, he would have to physically slide it off her . . . once they got to the bed.

So with that thought in mind, his hands then went to her waist, to her upper legs and slightly lifted her, so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. His hands remained under her for that extra support. The front of their bodies were pressed together, his eyes were still closed, and he kept his lips moving against hers, never want to part them. With this current position, and now having a hold on her, he turned and began to walk up the stairs.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity felt his hands leave her face, but thankfully not herself. Instead she felt them on the fastenings to her dress, and her mind cleared up just long enough to realize what was happening. This was more then a kiss. This was more then she had thought would happen, ever.

Gasping when he lifted her, her hands moved to his neck to hold on! He was going to carry to her up the steps! One hand moved his his shoulder, as she tried to tell him to be careful. "Oliver," was all she managed to get out before she was kissing him again.

Everything inside her felt like it was growing warm, to hot. She knew that if he touched her in the v of her legs that he would find her wet, and how easily that that happened was almost embarrassing.

[Oliver Queen]

The way she said his name erased any doubt he had. Not doubt in his feelings for her, but doubt in whether she wanted this, or was ready for this. They had gone from no physical intimacy, to this. But the tone in which she said his name, and her reaction to his own actions, assured him that she had no uncertainty about any of this. And that caused his mind to ease a great deal. He made his way up the stairs, carrying her, and not stopping until they were at the bed. At which point, he lay her down on it and then began to move over her, not letting his lips part from hers for more than a few seconds.

If anything, the way he kissed her intensified, as he felt not only the emotional need grow for her, but now the physical need was growing at a rapid pace. As he hovered on top of her, he began to unbutton his shirt, finding it far too much of a constraint. After quickly undoing it, he tossed it to the side and proceeded to kick off his shoes while on of his hands went to her upper thigh. With her dress being short, it didn't take much to slide the fabric up, caressing her thigh in the process and just taking a moment to feel the softness of her skin, while simultaneously feeling the softness of her lips.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver didn't drop her. Not that she thought he would, but feeling the frim bed under her made her realized just how strong those arms were. And then he showed her how soft his strong hands could be too. They left her, and she moaned in complaint while not breaking the kiss.

Feeling his shirt be pulled from under her hands silenced all complaints, and turned her sounds into a sigh, as she touched him for the first time like she had always wanted. "Oliver," his touch was driving her mad.

Running down his back, her hands moved to his pants, so she could, undo his belt. Once undone, she pulled the front apart so sue could slip her hand inside.

[Oliver Queen]

He sharply inhaled when he felt her hand slip into his undone pants. He felt so sensitive to her touch, which only strengthened his growing ache and need for her. Everything she was doing, her sounds, her touch, her lips moving against his . . . everything felt incredible, and made him want her all the more. His hands went to the shoulders of her dress and began to pull it down, knowing that if he wanted to pull the whole thing off, he would have to break contact of their lips. But refused to leave them unoccupied. So instead, he moved his lips from hers, moving down to her chin and along her neck. Lowering his position, he was no longer in reach of where her hand had been and while he felt the immediately loss of her touch, he knew it would soon be made up for.

Pulling the dress down with his actions, he continued to kiss every part of her body that fell under his trail, moving down her collarbone, to her chest, to her stomach, lightly kissing wherever he could. That was low enough for him to pull down the rest of her dress, so that it fell to the lower part of her legs. She could kick off the rest. His lips grazed along her skin as he moved back up to her mouth, feeling her exposed body more than seeing it which to him was stronger. He kissed her again, a strong urgency and need in it as if he had been deprived of it for so long.

[Felicity Smoak]

His lips left her's and she felt his trail of fire that went down over her skin as he lowered. Her dress ended up in a heep on the floor but she could really care less right now about any damage it might do tot he lace on it. Right now it was only his touch, and his kiss that she could even feel. "Oliver," She breathed, "Please."

This wasn't the first time she'd been with a man, but with Oliver it felt different. Stronger, more intense and with how everything felt so much more then before, it might as well have been her first time. Nothing had ever felt like this before. When he moved back up to kiss her, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and moved down to tug at his own pants, pushing them as low as they could go while she shook off her shoes, and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver could feel more than see her pulling down his own pants. When she wrapped her legs around him, it added a bit more pressure to an area that was already growing with desperate need and it felt all the more painful to prolong it. His hands skimmed to her back, able to unclasp her bra without having to lift her much off the bed. Once it was undone, he tossed it on the side to join the rest of their clothes . . . wherever they landed. One hand then went to her upper thigh gliding over it before curling his finger around the strap of her lower undgarment.

With that grip, he began to slide it down, which unfortuantely would force her to unwrap her legs from him. But in order to take it to the next step, he needed to remove all pieces of clothing from her. Once again, he let it fall to her lower legs so she could kick it off. He then proceeded to lower his pants more, sliding them off with his feet. He lacked any semblance of patience right now. While he wanted to build the moment, he doubted his body would allow him to.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver made quick work of the rest of her clothing, but he left his own on. Felicity took a moment to enjoy the feel of his skin covering hers, and let her hands trail over his back, only to come up his side and rest on his chest, where she pushed slightly. "My turn," She breathed, pushing until he rolled on his back.

She moved with him, so she was over him, but on her knees. Reaching for the bottom of his boxers she pulled them down slowly, until he broke free. Her eyes widened slightly, and she bit her lip before looking up at him, and then leaning down to do something else she had often wondered about. Taking him into her mouth, Felicity tasted his warmth and the slight saltiness of his skin.

[Oliver Queen]

He had been kissing her, feeling her, when she suddenly shifted position, pushed him a bit and spoke words that peaked his curiousity. He moved in the direction she wanted, laying on his back as she moved over her. All he could do was stare up at her, no longer having that same control, but not minding. It intrigued him as he watched her pull down the only piece of clothing left between them. She looked for a moment, before leaning down. His head had been slightly raised to see what she was going to do, but the moment her lips touched him down there, his head fell back against the pillow, pressing hard into it as his eyes closed. He heavily exhaled in sheer pleasure. What was she doing to him. He could feel his heart racing and his body feeling as if it was on fire with flames of pleasure of pure ecstasy.

His hand went to the back of her head, unsure if it was to encourage her or pull her away. Lacking the strength to have her stop right now, he ending up twisting his fingers into her locks. His heart was racing and he could feel himself growing closer to that ultimate release. Unable to hold back, he breathed out her name in a harsh whisper, once again, unsure if he was encouraging her or telling her to stop. He feared the more selfish part of him was catering to the former. His mind had almost stopped working -- though he could arguably say that it had stopped functioning the moment he kissed her -- but it seemed to catch up to him for just a second. And within that second, a realization came to him. Or more of a want. He had already established that he wanted her. That he wanted to be her. With that same thought, he wanted her to be with him too. He wanted them to be together, and he did not want his release to be anywhere that she was not deriving the same pleasure.

He didn't know how he did it. Perhaps this was where his strength was put to the ultimate test. Somehow, he had managed to sit up a bit, reaching over to her. His hands moved under her arms as he pulled her up and laying her on her back again, he regained his former position of being over her. "Not without you," was all he managed to breath out, his voice hoarse from that aching need, one that was even more painful now having pulled her from him. He hoped she understood what he meant, because those were the only words he was capable of forming right now. His hand fell between them, lowering to the vee of her legs to see if she was ready. Establishing that she was, he didn't want to waste another a moment. He guided himself to her and in one single swift motion, finally entered her.

[Felicity Smoak]

His hand in her hair, the feel of his grip as it tightened; it all built up the moment, and showed her just how much of an effect she could have on him if she became bolder then her normal self. When he pulled her up, and spoke she grinned, "I was enjoying pushing you." She teased, but then he pushed in her, and all thinking stopped.

Her back arched slightly, and she gasped from the feeling of fullness. "Ol-Oliver!" She gasped, while her fingers gripped his arms. Her legs lifted to wrap around his, and hold him tightly. Never had she thought this moment would happen anywhere besides her dreams! Feeling him, the real him was better. While she had enjoyed teasing him from a moment ago, now she felt needy and less in control. "Please."

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver took a moment to let her adjust to the size of him, and bask in the enjoyment of finally being inside of her. Hearing her say his name though, and then plead, hastened his actions. He began to move inside of her, with each thrust, moving deeper as they grew stronger. His lips once pressed against hers, hovered over hers, still having their foreheads touched so that he could be as close to her as he could. His breathing grew heavier as the intensity of this moment was taking control of every single one of his senses.

Her legs around him provided him with the perfect angle to stay firmly pressed against -- or now inside -- her. His hand slid down, feeling the area where they were joined, skimming her lower region to just feel every intimate part of her. After having longed for this for so long, and now being able to have it . . . he wanted to memorize every single part of this experience. He began to speeden the pace, and with each push inside of her, he grew closer to his own release.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity moved her hands from his shoulders to cup the back of his head, as if to hold him there, while he picked up speed. With the way they were holding each other it cause him to hit every place she needed to bring herself to that euphoric point. Everything built and tightened, and became almost painful--before it all burst.

As she began to come down from the high, she could feel him still moving, and the feeling to begin building again. Never had this happened twice for her, and with Oliver it happened so easily that it almost seemed expected. Moaning, she moved one hand to his back, and held on, while tilting her hips to make him press harder in all the right places.

[Oliver Queen]

Feeling her reach that peak once only made him move faster and deeper, neeing to get there himself. But also wanting her to feel it again. If he could give her even a semblance of the amount of pleasure she was giving him, then he would be content. His moved his hand back up over her body, cupping her for a moment, before sliding to her cheek as he could feel himself so incredibly close. Sure enough, he felt his release inside of her and felt the intensity of everything course through him. It was enough to made his head spin in the best way possible, as he just let his entire body, heart, and soul be absorbed by all this. He'd lost the ability to think or even speak in this moment. And it was all due to her. All due to how she made him feel.

He lightly kissed her lips before lowering his head in the crook of her neck, not quite ready yet to move from his current position atop of her, or even to pull out of her. He kept himself braced above her so that he did not crush her under his weight, but that was more of a reflex for he doubted he was capable of any coherent thought right now. Instead, he was just taking the opportunity to catch his breath, as his body heaved over hers, as well as taking in her perfect scent and the way her skin continued to feel against his. Regardles of what was out there in the world, of his past, present, or what would happen in the future . . . right now, everything felt perfect.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity felt everything building up again, and the feeling of him finding that same euphoric feeling, and of the warmth he spilled inside her, made her tip over the edge again. This time her head tilted back as her back arched in the strong feelings.

As she came down once again, she felt Oliver kiss her lips, and bury his face in her neck. Lifting her hands, which felt three times their weight, she cradled the back of his head. "Oliver," She whispered to him, and fan her fingers over his short hair, before resting on the back of his neck. "I love you."

[Oliver Queen]

She began to say his name and he could feel something coming. Something that he had longed to hear but hoped she never said. But she did. She said those three words that he feared more than anything else. She loved him. And how he wished she didn't. She deserved far better than anything he could offer her. While his feelings for her strong, and mutual, his mind was catching up to him. He had never let his mind state those words, but he knew his heart had. Which was why he often tried to separate the two. Why he couldn't ever tell her anything too intimate. Or why he couldn't explain why he grew angry when another man showed interest in her.

And even right now when she was telling him that she loved him . . . he couldn't say it back. He wanted to, but his response was silence. The cowardly thing to do was pretend that he was asleep. Prevent her from getting hurt. Though he knew that it may be inevitable. She was one of the most incredible women he had ever known . . . why did she have to love him? He didn't deserve it. What was left in him to love?

He eventually raised his head but his lips immediately went to hers, his hand caressing her cheek and using this position to create a non verbal response to her words. It would prevent him from speaking and once again, he knew he should do better for her. That he should say something more reassuring. But instead, he just kissed her, passionately, affectionately, filled with emotion . . . but it was a kiss. Not the words he wanted to say and ones he assumed she would want to hear.

[Felicity Smoak]

When he lifted his head, she felt herself smile brightly from the job of being here with him like this. It was a blissful feeling in the afterglow of the most incredible event in her life to date. The smile didn't last though, because soon he was kissing her, and she him--and kisses were so much better then smiles. . . most the time.

She wanted to be playful, and make him smile too so she bit his lips softly, and laughed at how out of character she felt. Younger, happier, and more at ease then ever before. Framing his face in her hands, she just enjoyed the moment . . . . fully aware that he'd not returned the words, and refusing to think on what that meant for his feelings toward her. Refusing to admit that he might not feel the same.

But the thought was there.