Until Death Do Us Part

[Felicity Smoak]

This conversation wasn't going to get them anywhere, and she could tell that already. She needed to get some sort of clue to give them a sign this was who they were looking for. Something! And she knew how to get it. 'My business is for my inverters, and I'm not looking for more at this point. We rather keep things close then invited any young playboy with his father's money to join.' He paused for a moment, letting the insult linger, 'I'm sure you know how that is, being a business man and all.'

Felicity had heard him insult Oliver using his father, and it took her a moment longer to reply to Cindy then it should. Answering this time, however, was easy because it was more honest then not. She did spend her every waking hour helping him in some way. They spend all day together. And she did like it. "He is my best friend, how would I get sick of that?" And Oliver was. "You can always find something fun to do in the cities to help us escape from work. After this we are going to Gotham to see some of their arts. Were are you going after?"

[Oliver Queen]

Adrian did not seem to even want to consider gaining another investor. He used the excuse of keeping it close knit, but if he was pushing a selective group of others to invest . . . then it meant he had a specific purpose for it. This man was looking better and better to fit the criminal behind this plan. He insulted Oliver, saying that he didn't want a young playboy with his father's money to join in. Oliver remained calm, knowing that Adrian was only trying to provoke him. And right now, he couldn't do anything that would make a scene, or even make Oliver memorable. Instead, he remained polite. Though he was feeling that underlying tension in this conversation. And only hoped Adrian felt it more. He already had an issue with this man, and would have a lot more if he was the one who was threatening the lives of others on this boat. "I know exactly what it is like, as a fellow businessman," Oliver stated, calmly and cooly.

"What is new to me, is a company who is not looking for a new investor, without even knowing what is being offered." Adrian didn't know him. He may have done some homework, but if that were the case then he would know the sucess of Oliver's fake business. Oliver was not going to be intimidated by him, even if he was minimizing his experience and knowledge by pretending to be Nikolas. "But I am a patient man. So let me know when you change your mind." Oliver could tell by Adrian's demeanor that he no longer wanted to speak to him, and Oliver was only appearing to be cocky and confident to challenge the other alpha. Cindy on the other hand, was not so subtle. "Trust me, you will get sick of it," he said, with bitter cynicism but forcing a smile to remain on her lips the whole time, even if her tone was rather clear. "We will be heading to Peru for a little while. It should be nice this time of year."

[Felicity Smoak]

The conversation was over, so Felicity decided it was best to end it and not bother with more. "Enjoy your sweaty jungle." She told the other woman, not quite being able to hold back. Even she was ready for it to be over with. Felicity wanted to be away from both of them, and everything they stood for. 'You don't have anything that I need, that I wont have before long.' Which could mean he would just get it the honest hard working way--or going to take it on the cruise. Felicity noticed his eyes look toward her, and then move back to Oliver.

'Enjoy your vacation, Mr. Zorin, and try not to bore anyone with more business. Wish I could say it was a pleasure . . . ' He shrugged, and turned to use his hand to move his wife along, 'Though it was a pleasure meeting your wife last night.' He called back after he was a few steps away.

Felicity turned away from him, so she was facing Oliver, and still grasping his hand. "I really wish you'd brought your bow." Her voice was low, but intent. "I'm going back to the room." She needed to be able to drop her guard. "See what I can find on him." Letting his hand go, Felicity turned to leave the party.

[Oliver Queen]

If there was one word that Oliver could use to describe Adrian, it was entitled. The man believed he was entitled to anything and everything he wanted. How could Oliver determine this? Because he used to be the same way. It was easy for a rich and spoiled billionaire to have the mentality that they were entiled to whatever they wanted. It was why Oliver had hurt so many people before he had been stranded on the island. And why he no longer shared this mindset. Adrian dismissed any offer that Oliver made and began to walk away, leaving a rather blatant insult with him, before commenting on Felicity. Oliver just slightly cocked his head to the side, his expression remaining the same. Something else that he and Adrian used to have in common: the enjoyment of provoking others. And Oliver would not give that to him.

Felicity's words were ones that he too agreed with; how he wished he had brought his bow. He would solve the problem right here and no . . . though he knew he should show more control than that and not let his emotions cloud his judgment. Though, he seemed to have failed in that regard. She told him she was going to the room to do some research, and Oliver turned to look at her as she began to leave. "I'll meet you there in a bit," he told her. They had to focus on business and brush everything else aside. Perhaps the distance to do so would be good for them too. After having gone from the tension of this morning, to being forced to be a couple . . . maybe they did need some time to collect their thoughts.

[Felicity Smoak]

Getting to their room, she changed really quick into her PJ pants, and a long shelved shirt, before sitting down to bring up everything she had on Lewis, and send Diggle the name. Felicity didn't have a printer so everything she found would be told to Oliver later---Oliver.

She wasn't sure were they were left now, but she had the feeling they were going to be ignoring everything that happened. Only she wasn't sure she could do this forever. Ignore it. Ignore the hurt, and forget the pleasure. She had opened herself up to show him everything she was and everything she felt, and he had left that morning. He had yelled at her that night when she needed comfort. Even now, after Adams' or Lewis' insults, she wanted him to defend her. To do something!

But she knew better. Oliver was more controlled then her, and never forgot to control his actions. She felt, and she reacted. It was why he was better at this then her. Because he could put any personal issues aside and only focus on the mission.

Hearing a knock at the door, she went to open it to find a cruise employee there with flowers, and a bottle of fine wine. She felt herself pause, "Who sent this?" She asked, but he didn't know. Handing her the card she opened it. 'I'm sorry for last night. I hope to make it up to you in very near future. Enjoy a glass a wine, and relax. I will see you at dinner.'

"Olioooooo!" She covered from almost saying his name. "Please, bring it in!" The flowers were in a huge vase, and roses of all colors filled it! Oliver?! What did this mean? Why would he do this?

The flowers were sitting on the table before her, while she typed, and she could not help but to smile. The wine could wait for him. She wasn't much of a drinker, so might as well enjoy it with him.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver spent a bit more time with the others, trying to find out as much information about Lewis as he could, without seeming like he was prying or a little too curious. No one picked up on the way he went about it, which was certainly a good thing. He even managed to narrow down two staff members who seemed to talk to Lewis more than the others. This was looking mroe and more like their guy. But Oliver of course had to be completely sure before any action was taken. And with Adrian and his wife now no longer in the crowd, he couldn't search their room. Oliver used the excuse that Felicity or 'Meghan' was not feeling well, so his own presence couldn't linger too long upstairs for as a concerned husband, he needed to check on her. Eventually, he parted ways with the other couples. He took a slightly indirect route back to their room, seeing what else he could find. They would have the dinner event tonight, to solidify things.

He finally made his way back to their room, hoping that most of the tension would be done. He didn't know what was going to happen when they returned to Starling. Though he wondered -- and feared -- that this had damamged their relationship beyond repair. He had let his emotions get the better of him . . . and had to do what was best for her. If that was separating herself from him, he would have to accept that. Trying not to dwell on it, he re-composed himself and entered their room. He closed the door behind him, and apart from noticing her right away, he noticed a massive vase of flowers and a bottle of wine. Had one of the other couples sent that to her as a 'feel better' gift? He then turned his gaze back to her. As she was working on her computer, he hoped that she had some news to share him about Adrian.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver! Felicity smiled brightly at him when he entered, and she even stood up to watch him walk into the room. "You're back sooner then expected. I thought you'd be gone until it was time for supper." She admitted, knowing that was what his note said. She wondered if this meant he wanted to try to make something of this, and didn't know how.

She walked over to him, and tried to read the expression on his face but it wasn't one she expected. Still, there was a lot of stress here. Mostly between them at the moment. Plus the Lewis thing. "I just . . . Thank you." Be brave! Take a risk and help him see that she would take this step. "They were just what I needed." From him, to show her that he did care.

"I know I was supposed to be working, but the flowers kept distracting me. I did get some work done though. You'll be pleased." Be brave! Say something! "Do you want to open the wine? I don't know much about wines, but if you picked it out it has to be good, right? I was surprised you picked wine. You know I don't drink much."

[Oliver Queen]

She was smiling at him. Why . . . was she smiling at him? Usually he didn't think much of it because she normally had a bright beautiful smile on her face. But, there was no reason for her to be so, jovial seeing him. Not after what he had done. Her words only added to his confusion. Sooner than expected? He slightly opened his mouth to speak, but a puzzled look formed on his face instead. He didn't recall telling her when he would be back. He had left it ambiguous by saying 'in a bit'. But she seemed to be saying that he would specifically be seeing her at dinner. That was . . . odd. Was he missing something? And then the real kicker . . . she thanked him. What was she thanking him for? What had she needed? What-- the flowers? The wine? Wait . . .

Oliver finally started connecting things. She thought they were from him? The last time he had sent her flowers, he had filled her apartment with them as a thank you, knowing she had been down after their latest mission at the time. But this hadn't been him. He had not sent these flowers or the wine, and that only made him raise his guard even more. She suggested opening the wine, expressing her surprise at his selection. Oliver had a bad feeling about this. He walked over to the flowers and looked at them, seeing the bottle of wine as well. "Was there a card?" He asked, his voice serious. His question was also a clear implication that he did not send her these . . . otherwise, he would not have asked. But if she thought they were from him, then there must have been a card or something that suggested it was him, rather than another couple -- which was what he had initially assumed.

[Felicity Smoak]

He didn't seem as happy as she was. In fact he seemed to put up his guard more. That wasn't good, and she wasn't sure why. Then he asked the question that told he everything. Not from him. They were not from him! THE FLOWERS! The CARD! Oh! Oh shit the card!

Felicity knew she was looking slightly panicked and unsteady but if they were not from him . . . the card. They were from Lewis. He had sent them! Sent wine and told . . . as if he was intimate with her. As if he could control her! Remembering his hands on her, and the assumed authority the man had in that moment.

"By--by my tablet." She said softly, feeling a few tears roll over her cheeks. Not from Oliver. He hadn't done this. It had made her feel good and now she felt . . . .

Turning, she folded her arms over her chest and closed her eyes. Lewis scared her. If they were wrong, and he had more men here, she the idea of what he could do really scared her. And not only to her, but to Oliver and everyone.

[Oliver Queen]

When she said that the note was by her tablet, Oliver went to pick it up and his eyes quickly skimmed over it. He felt the anger build inside of him because he knew, that Adrian's motives for this were not good. That he was up to something. Something more than making Felicity uncomfortable. Something more than trying to get under Oliver's skin. He had picked them out from the several other couples here. And it was not a good sign. Oliver went back to the flowers and began to look over them, before leaning down to get a closer look. No, he was not smelling them. Something was not right about them. He could feel it. It was now clear who had sent these, and Oliver was most certainly not going to let him get away with this. As if he hadn't inadvertantly admitted his guilt before . . . this confirmed it.

Oliver couldn't see anything between the flowers, petals, or surface. Which meant, they were deeper in the vase. Harder to get out. And there seemed to be only one way to do so. Well, that was what Oliver told himself. He had to act quickly, and not wanting to bother getting something to gently take it apart, he just picked up the vase and threw it across the wall . . . hard. The vase smashed and the flowers crumbled to the floor. But that was not the first thing Oliver noticed as he went closer to the mess, crouching down near it. He noticed two small devises. One was a camera, and one was a mic. Son of a bitch. Oliver clutched both of them in his hand, feeling that anger intensify, as he forced himself to stay calm. Stay composed. He was so angry that he didn't even need to smash it with his foot. The rage was so strong in him that he crushed both devises with his hand, having clutched it so tightly.

It wasn't just about the fact that they had been bugged. It was the fact that it had been sent specifically to Felicity. That someone was sitting there, watching her. Invading her privacy. Exposing her. She wasn't wearing what she had been when they were with the other couples. Had someone been sitting there, watching her? And further more, he had not missed the tears he had seen in her eyes before he smashed the vase into a million pieces. It was all too much. Having to stand here and let another man violate her was getting to be too much. He closed his eyes in attempt to calm his raging mind, but he could feel his fisted hand, clutching the now shattered bits, slightly trembling. "Felicity, say something so that I don't betray my vow." His vow to not kill anymore. His vow to honor Tommy's memory. He and her may not be on the best of terms . . . but he needed her right now, and was relying on her to calm him down.

[Felicity Smoak]

The sound of smashing glass made her spin around and jump back. Oliver moved over to the flowers, and she stepped to the side to watch him. What did he have in his hand? She could guess, even while she could not see. They'd been watching her! Lifting her hand up to cover her mouth, she closed her eyes and silently screamed and held back any sound at all.

Oliver's words told her that right now she could not think about what this was costing her, but she had to be there for him. And maybe let him be there for her. Walking forward, she bent down near him, and picked up the flowers before moving to open his hands and take the video and mic from him. Standing, she picked up the wine and walked tot he balcony, tossing it all over the side.

Moving back to him, she noticed his hands had small little cuts on them, she used her sleeve to brush the blood away, before sliding forward and sitting on his knee, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Say something, he had asked of her. "I'm not giving up on you." Whispering it into his neck, her one hand came up to touch the back of his head, and run through his short hair. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block away the feelings that Lewis gave her.

"Just hold me." She begged him, not wanting him to break his vow over her. "Just make me forget."

[Oliver Queen]

He felt, more than saw her come toward him. First when she took his hand to wipe away what he assumed was blood. Though he felt the sensation of her touch, more than any cuts that were there. With his eyes remaining closed, every other sense was heightened, especially with her near. The way she moved to sit on his knee and wrap her arms around his neck. He returned the action, his hands resting on either side of her hips, holding her in place over him. He shouldn't be so emotionally dependant on anyone. And knew he could continue to deny it . . . had they not made love last night. Had he not kissed her this morning. He had opened himself up to that vulnerability. And it felt wonderful. Which was the first indication that he shouldn't have. Anything that brought his heart joy, that made him happy . . . was a clear sign that he should not be doing it. That was not the life he had chosen. Nor was it a life he wanted for Felicity.

For she deserved better. Far better than anything he could possibly offer her. He often said that he had died on that island, and the only thing capable of bringing him back from that was her. And he couldn't let that happen. He leaned a little forward, letting his cheek rest against hers, taking in that feeling of being close to her, and letting her comfort him, when he should be comforting her. He parted his lips to speak. Wanting nothing more in this moment than to say I love you. The words had almost slipped out . . . knowing he was coming dangerously close to saying them. And almost had. Was merely a second away from saying them. But he didn't. He couldn't. He stopped himself. Somehow. He had to find words to replace them, so spoke other ones that came from the heart. "I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. Sorry for hurting her. For letting all of this happen between them. And for letting a criminal take advantage of her. Those were the only words he could offer her right now, even if they weren't the ones foremost in his heart.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver but his hands on her hips, and she felt his cheek moved into her's. It was all she needed to know about what they both needed in order to be strong right now. Each other. Whatever happened tomorrow, or when this was over would be the aftermath they had to deal with then. Right now they had no one else, and they need more then just the comfort of the other person's presence.

He apologized, and she wasn't sure for what. There was much she felt she was owed an apology for, and there was some that was out of his control and she didn't need an apology for her. Pulling back just enough to look at his face, she spoke. "Not now." She didn't want his words. Not until they could talk and be more clear of mind.

Framing his face with her hands, she leaned in to kiss him. It was the only way she knew to keep him here for a little while, and more honestly, and importantly--it was what she wanted and needed too. At first it was tentative, but it grew to a more passionate and aggressive kiss.

[Oliver Queen]

When she began to pull back, Oliver finally opened his eyes to look at her, trying to see what expression he saw in her eyes. She told him not to apologize right now and her actions explained why. Their lips touched and once again felt that array of emotions that flooded him and made him forget all else. As the kiss began to build from just a soft and brief embrace, he closed his eyes, letting his guard fall once again. He shouldn't. But he couldn't help it. As he had previously established, having let it happen that one time, made it more difficult to control his need and urge for her. One hand slid up her back, while the other went to her cheek as he began to deepen the kiss, feeling the emotion in the way she kissed him.

This time, he didn't feel as if she was going to pull away. He should be the one to do so. But the more the kiss built . . . the further this thought fled from his mind.He slowly lowered himself so that he was sitting on the ground, moving her with him so she was properly sitting on his lap, managing to remember to keep them away from the shattered glass of the vase. As if his hand had a mind of its own, he moved it from her back, to the bottom of her shirt, slowly slipping his hand under it, and carressing her stomach, taking in the feeling of her soft skin against the palm of his hand and fingers.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver shifted an she moved with him, as he sat on the ground, Felicity shifted her weight to her knees, and put one on each side of his hips. Never breaking the kiss, she just let the feeling of his hands on her made the memories of this day go away. "Oliver," Yet it wasn't enough. Not to ease the new emotions that were taking over her, and the ache growing in her belly.

Leaning back from him she stood on her knees while reaching for her shirt. Wanting to feel more of his touch, Felicity pulled it over her head and then reached for his hands to guide them up over her skin to cup both her breast. Then her hands moved to his shoulders as she both pulled him to her, and leaned back in to kiss him again, lowering her hips to rest over his.

[Oliver Queen]

Her shifted position made his own body ache for her, and need her in the same way he had needed her last night. The kiss was broken only when she said his name and the proceeded to pull her shirt over her head. With the removal of any fabric that served to cover her upper body, he then felt her hands guide his own to her chest, where he gently massaged the area, unable to properly describe just how beautiful she was. All he could do was let those intense thoughts reveal themselves in the way he kissed her, deepening it to an urgent state as his hands simulatenously moved over her, feeling as much as she allowed him to. Right now, she was his and he was hers. Everyhing else ceased to register, or even matter.

He slightly leaned forward, causing her to lean back just a little bit. His hand slid from her chest, down her bare stomach, to slowly tuck into her pants, slipping between her legs, as his lips moved from hers, down to her chest and took the place of what one of his hands had just cupped. Last night had been about fulfilling that physical need through being inside of her, but right now, he wanted to explore her body by tasting and touching as much of it as he could.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity could feel his touch everywhere. Even though his hands touched one place, she could feel it building heat in other places. Last time had been hurried, and the stolen kiss in the bathroom had been much the same--now however they lingered, and seem to both want to enjoy the feeling rather then rush toward instant bliss.

His hand slipped under her night pants, and she gasped from the feeling of his hand--much larger then her own--touching her. She knew she was wet where he touched, and that his touch was only making it worse. "Oliver," She breathed, "Please." Her hands moved to begin removing his own shirt, wanting to event he grounds more, and see him, and taste him in return.

[Oliver Queen]

He could hear her speaking, encouraging him, and it only added to his actions. It was when she started reaching for his own shirt, that he forced himself to pull away from her, breaking the contact of his lips on her skin and hand between her legs. Only to help her raise his shirt up and toss it on the side. His pants however he left on for the moment, and to distract her from making any attempt to remove them, his lips found hers again. This time as he kissed her, he began to slowly push forward, until her back was against the ground. His hands went to the top of her pants and began to pull them down until they were at the bottom of her legs, allowing her to do the rest.

His hands had felt her readiness for him, and it made him want to take her to that next step. Slower. More intensely. While last night had been incredible, it had been driven by passion and the heat of the moment. This time, he wanted it to linger and build as much as he could let it. He pulled away from her lips, his lips brushing against her skin as he moved lower while his hands gently moved her legs apart, opening them up to him. When he was low enough, he placed a few light kisses along the outer layer of her center, before capturing her in his lips, using all parts of his mouth to tease, taste, and caress of this already sensitive region.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver had helped her remove his shirt, but then had taken control. Felicity felt him lay her back, and was grateful that he seemed to be missing The glass with his actions. At first she lay there at the carpet, waiting to see what he planned to do.

And oh, he had a good plan! Oliver found his way to the v of her legs, and the feel of his talented kiss there built everything up faster, and more intense then a slow burn. "Oliver!" She begged, and arched her back before trying to remember not to close her legs around his head. Both her hands moved down to grasp the back of his head, before one moved to try to hold onto the carpet, only to return to him. Her next spoken words were again his name, but this time it was higher, more drawn out as she hit that euphoric mark, and exploded under him.

[Oliver Queen]

He could feel her body move to his touch, and could hear her say his name. Her hands went to the back of his head. With all these actions, he felt more encouraged and felt that need to fulfill what he words were urging him to do, but also wanting to let it build so that it when she reached that point, it would be all the stronger. And she did, that exact moment very apparent to him since he could taste it. Instead of stopping though, he wanted to try and make her reach it again; as many times as he could. He was unsure when or if this would ever happen again. Circumstance had brought them together this way, and he wasn't sure if they would have a similar opportunity in the future. His hands remained on her legs to help keep them apart, and he continued, moving deeper, teasing the skin more, and even at one point, lightly blowing over the sensitive area before resuming his initial position; finding all the spots he could to maximize the pleasure.

Feeling her reach that peak again, he slowly brought his actions to a stop. He rested his forehead on her lower stomach, taking a moment to catch his own breath and letting her taste just linger on his lips. Slowly, he released his hold on her inner thighs and began to move up so that his head was aligned with hers. He moved to his side, propping his head up with his hand which was held up with his elbow in the positioning of his arm. His other hand lightly brushed back a strand of hair from her cheek. He took the opportunity to just look at her, admiring her beauty. Seeing what emotions were on her face. Letting the feeling just linger inside of her. Allowing her to catch her breath and let her senses return to her. He didn't want to rush anything right now. He wanted to memorize this moment, and never let it leave his memory.

[Felicity Smoak]

He didn't stop. Felicity no longer felt the plush carpet under, or even thought of where she was and what was happening outside of his touch and kiss. Just as the first waves of the euphoria rolled off her, the next was building. When he blew over her skin, her back arched, and her hands left his head, as they came up to grasp at the carpet near her head.

Her vision went dark for a moment, as everything turned to feeling. She only felt the waves that flowed over her. Sometime later when they stopped, and she could blink and begin to try to think about thinks like breathing, Felicity turned her head to notice Oliver just looking down at her. Her cheeks and nose turned pinkish red with both joy and embarrassment at him watching her. Laughing softly, she lifted her hand to cover her face, before rolling slowly into him. Every limb felt like it was only just now remembering how to work. Touching his cheek, she lifted her head up to kiss him.

[Oliver Queen]

Seeing the color come to her nose and cheeks caused him to softly smile. He had enjoyed just seeing the aftermath of their actions, for he hadn't gotten a chance to do that last night. Her words had distracted him, and he had avoided the topic by pulling the covers over them. Right now, he wanted to take in the sight of her. When she covered her face, he wanted to pull her hands down but soon enough she moved into him, touching his own cheek and leaning up to kisss him. Oliver lowered his head to return the kiss and make the angle more comfortable for her.

His hand trailed down her back to casually rest on her waist, gently pulling her toward him. He slowly pulled his lips from her, lowered his head a little to let them brush against her sholder, placing soft kisses along it. He didn't know what to say in this moment. Afraid to say the wrong thing, afraid to say something that wasn't enough. He raised his head back up to look at her, deciding to wrap his arm around her and just hold her close to him. That was after all what she had initially asked him to do: hold her.

[Felicity Smoak]

It was a blissful moment of peace, and Felicity never wanted it to end. Though she knew he could not be comfortable, being he had not experiences the ease she had. Her face buried in his neck, and she breathed in his scent, while her hands moved down his side, and to the top of his pants. "Oliver," oh how she loved him.

Her mind cleared enough to remember that he didn't, but she also knew that he didn't not feel anything. In the world of Oliver Queen, that wasn't nothing, and she knew she would take what he could give her. "We should move to e bed," She whispered, enjoying his hold on her, and the kisses on her shoulder. Though to make it harder for him to move, or perhaps encourage him to move quicker, her hand slipped under the fabric, and her fingers wrapped around him.

[Oliver Queen]

He heard her say his name and he wondered if she was going to say those three words again. His heart longed to hear them, though his mind didn't. He wished he could so easily say them back. Knowing how deep her feelings for him went . . . and not being able to tell her that it was mutual, was diffuclt for him. For he knew it hurt her. Though the thoughts of this were set aside when she simply told him that they should move to a bed. He felt relieved that the moment could last just a little longer. That no words -- at least not yet -- would bring back that tension. He wasn't thinking or focusing on anything apart from the perfection of this moment. He knew she was right in that they should. However, instead, he felt her hand move under the fabric of his pants and take hold of him, which caused him to sharply inhale at the sudden pleasurable sensation that her touch immediately caused.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember what she had said before her actions seemed to cause all thought to flee his mind. A single touch from her clearly had that affect on him and he didn't want to deny it where she offered it to him. "You're not making it easy," he said teasingly, his voice a harsh whisper due to all she was causing to stir in him, and that need began to grow at a rapid pace. He pulled her over him, kissing her and at the same time, moving her legs so that they were on either side of his waist. He knew his patience was wearing thin, especially with her touch which only strengthened his ache. He then began to sit up a bit, moving her hand from his pants and instead putting them around his neck, a silent indicator for her to hold on.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity smiled at his words, even when he moved her hand. "My job is to make your life easier." She teased, in a soft voice, knowing that this wasn't exactly in her job description--either of them. Her hands slid around his neck, and her fingers ran through his hair. Leaning forward so her weight was closer to his, and he could lift her better, it also let her lips find his ear.

In order to carry her, his hands had lifted her backside, and feeling to size difference from her body and his hands made her shiver from the memory of them. "Your hands are huge." She thought allowed, "So is everything else," He was taller, his shoulders wider, even below the belt. Which should could feel as he was up and pressed between their bodies. Reaching between them as he walked, she let her one finger lightly circle the top of him.