Until Death Do Us Part

[Oliver Queen]

She moved in the position he needed so that he could lift her in the same way he had last night. He kept a firm grip on her making sure she didn't fall, but she moved her lips from his and began to speak in his ear. She stated he was huge, implying it was meant in all aspects of him. She didn't even need to correct how that phrase could be misinterpreted, as she usually did when having one of her babbling moments because . . . well, there was no longer any need to deny any attraction or feelings they had between them. Everything was out in the open. He had just made it to the stairs, beginning to walk up them, when he felt her finger circle the top of him and move in a way that made a strong surge of need and pain course through him. He had thought he'd be able to make it to the bed, but he wasn't going to.

They only had a couple steps left, but then they would still have to make it all the way to the bed. It was too far. Her teases were too much for him to handle right now.So instead of fulfilling her suggestion of going to the bed, he just lowered her right where they were. He repositioned himself so that he was properly on top of her, lowering her legs only so that he could lower his pants a bit more to fully free the constraint of them. He then moved to wrap her legs around him again. One hand guided himself to her, while the other gripped the bannister, allowing him to create a strong and purposeful thrust inside of her.

[Felicity Smoak]

She was hoping her actions helped to to get them to the big soft and comfortable bed sooner--instead she found herself on the top of the steps, and Oliver pushing into her without warning. Gasping, she arched her back, trying to adjust to his size, and the angle of the steps meant she found herself going back more then expected.

Felicity grasped his shoulders, before lifting herself back up to hold onto him. As Oliver moved over her and built up the momentum, Felicity found her hands holding tightly to him, and her breathing once again becoming short and quick. "Oliver," Using his name to encourage him, her legs tightened her hold. The new angel from that, and the steps and his actions of not being soft all turned everything from the slow simmer she had felt on the floor before to the raging wildfire that she had now at the top of the steps.

[Oliver Queen]

He had wanted their time on the carpet, and whatever followed, to be slow and lingering . . . but right now, he couldn't think about that. He couldn't think about anything. Other than the need he felt for her. Hearing her say his name again in such an encouraging tone, made his actions intensify. He felt his own breathing quicken, nestling his head against her neck, teasing the skin if only to keep his own sounds muted. With every thrust, he became quicker and moved deeper inside of her. This overwhelming desire for her felt like it would never subside. Last night, he had let his guard fall and the wall he kept up crumble. How could he return to Starling and casually work with her, when he knew that his thoughts would only be consumed with how incredible it felt to be with her. He knew it was utterly selfish and unfair of him. And that hatred for himself, only made him more passionate in this moment.

He could feel himself drawing close. With having explored her body on the carpet, and then with her teases . . . it had all prompted him to this, and couldn't wait for her. Though, having grown used to her body already, he had a strong feelng she was reaching that peak as well. Letting himself spill inside of her, he felt that dominating feeling of ecstasy flow over every part of his body as he let himself relax, loosening his grip on the staircase railing but still ensuring something kept him somewhat braced above her. This wasn't the most ideal location to have made love, and he knew it only revealed how desperately he had needed her.

[Felicity Smoak]

Everything built up and felt tight as she grew closer and closer once again to the blissful end. Oliver had already taken her there twice in the last little bit and it made it so much easier for her to find it this time, and the feeling of his own well timed release filling her made her hands tighten on his arms, leaving little half moons of broken skin.

Her head fell back on the floor behind her, and it made it realize she was still on the steps. Taking a few more deep breaths, Felicity found herself softly laughing, which turned to slightly more and then more laughter. The steps! They'd not made it far.

She had not forgotten about Lewis, or about his camera or about what was between them. But she also knew that Oliver was here. He wouldn't let harm come to her. While he didn't love her, he did value her above most people--minus his family. That was a lot more then he gave most people. "I am going to be bruised by tonight." She teased him softly, "Next time I'm on top."

Then she froze, realizing that she was suggesting there would be a next time, when this one had not even been planned.

[Oliver Queen]

He wasn't sure what was going to be the first thing that broke this silence . . . and he certainly had not expected it to be laughter. But, it was wonderful to hear. Wonderful, because it helped ease any potential tension and uneasiness. He found himself smiling, even if his face was hidden right now. She commented on the fact that she was going to be bruised -- not something he had wanted to do to her. He never wanted to hurt her. But it was her next words that caused him to pause. Next time. He had not planned for there to be a first time, an almost second time, and then actually a second time. He wasn't even planning a third. But, as he already established, he was failing in maintaining any self control around her. He didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment, to make her upset, to have this another memory that would end in heartache.

So instead, he moved his head back to look at her, a soft smile on his lips. He lifted her up, holding her as he did before he gave up and made love to her on the stairs. This time, he actually made it to the bed, and instead of laying her down first, he moved to lie down, taking her with him so that she was now lying on top of him. "Better?" He asked with slight teasing in his voice. He just took the moment to look over her body, or what he could see of it as she was not on top of him. He did hope he didn't hurt her in any way . . . physically or emotionally. His eyes eventually returned to hers, just looking into them. He wanted to say so much to her, but as always, nothing came out. "You should get some rest," he told her softly, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, before letting his hand just run through her long locks. Any excuse he could to touch her.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver lifted her up and carried her to the bed, putting her how she had asked, and for a moment Felicity wondered if this was her next time already, but once again he told her she should rest. He could leave again, but she knew that would not help either of them. So instead she lifted her hand to cover the one in her hair, before turning her face to kiss his palm.

She stayed there for a few moments, just letting her lips linger on his skin--on the hands that both saved the city and gave her pleasure. When she looked back at his face she smiled softly, "We don't have to rest. We need to get a plan together. Deal with---Deal with Lewis and keep everyone safe." She had tripped over the name, but hiding from it would do neither of them any good.

"I have his profile on my tablet down there." Most of which his hands had made her forget. "You should read over it, while I get the glass cleaned away." They were here to do this, so for now there would be no rest.

[Oliver Queen]

She spoke of how they didn't have to rest, and brought the subject back to the case. The mission. It made Oliver's mind almost immediately break from this dream and return to reality. A place he did not yet want to return to. With speak of the mission, their purpose of being here and all that they had to do . . . everything that told him he shouldn't have done this, resurfaced. He tried to keep the smile on his lips, but knew it was slipping. He didn't say anything right away. He just remained silent, knowing that the moment was gone and that they needed to get back to business. He slowly began to sit up, gently moving her so that she would not be inconvenienced by his actions.

"Then I'll leave you get dressed," he told her, keeping a somewhat similar soft tone, but also knew it was not the same one he used when speaking under more intimate circumstances. With that, he turned away, rising to his feet and making his way down the stairs, fastening his pants back up. When he got to the bottom, he first cleaned up the glass, not wanting her to since it was his own mess. Plus, keeping busy would give her any extra time she needed to get ready and well, something told him it would be unwise to leave like he had this morning. Besides, he couldn't go because as she said, they needed to work on the case and go over a few things before dinner tonight.

[Felicity Smoak]

She waited to hear the door. When she had spoken, she had expected. . . Something else. Team spirit, them being united. Maybe even laying in bed and talking about how to take down Lewis. Instead he had became Oliver again, the guarded one. Distant right before her eyes.

By the time she came down, the glass was cleaned up, and he was working on her tablet. "I'd have cleaned it up." She told him, feeling guilty. She did pick up her clothes, and toss them on the steps before joining him at the table. Watching work, she knew there was one thing they had clear up first, and it killed her slowly to say it but she knew what he needed from her. He couldn't get close to anyone. He couldn't let himself.

Reaching toward she pushed the tablet over so it fell face down and he'd have to look at her. "First I think we should talk what is happening." Between them. "I how you feel about--I know you don't want a relationship. I understand. Completely." Even though he tried with others, he had never done so with her. She knew why. They worked together, it would be complicated and he didn't want distractions. ....not long term ones anyway. "So for the rest of the trip-mission whatever happens happens. We don't have to talk about it." And she wouldn't ever. "We don't have to think about it," but she would, always.

"I just wanted you to know that I wasn't going to hold all this over your head. That when we go home......hopefully having completely destroyed Adams aka Lewis......we can just be Oliver and Felicity again."

[Oliver Queen]

Once Oliver cleaned up the glass, and put his shirt back on, he sat on the couch and began to go through the information that she had collected on her tablet. Soon enough, she came down, saying she would have cleaned up the mess. He knew that. But he also was no longer the guy who would let other people do all the work for him -- unlike the Oliver before the island when he took advantage of his position like that. She joined him and had expected them to immediately delve into the work they had to do . . . but instead, she moved the tablet to face the other way, causing him to turn and look at her with no other distraction. He knew her words would not going to be ones related to work. But nor did he expect them to be what she actually said. She wanted to talk about what was happening . . . a conversation that he had been avoiding. But she went on to say that she understood the fact that he didn't want a relationship. That whatever happened for the rest of the tirp would remain unspoken. That when they went back to Starling, they would return to being Oliver and Felicity. And quite honestly, he dind't know what to say about all that.

His intention had never been to hurt her, which was why he had never been overly intimate with her. And now knowing she loved him, unable to say those words in return . . . he knew he had hurt her. Whether they talked about it or not, acknowledged it or not, he knew he had. And he hated himself for it. He had wondered before whether they could ever return to being just friends, and he still had his doubts. What he had done to her here wasn't fair. He knew he had been hot and cold, kissing her and then leaving her. It wasn't right of him. And if ever there was a time to explain it, now was it. Yet talking about such things wasn't something Oliver was used to. He remained silent for several moments after she spoke, contemplating just going straight to the subject of business. But once again, he knew that was unfair. "It's not about what I want or don't want, Felicity," he began to say softly. He needed her to know that the level of intimacy they had reached here . . . wasn't just a casual fling for him. That he wasn't doing it just because he could, or just because they were in a confined space. He genuinely cared about her, and he wasn't trying to be cruel or hurt her. He wanted to be with her, but couldn't. He knew he didn't deserve her understanding of that, because he had failed in communicating it.

"I once told you that because of the life I live, it's best that I not be with someone who I could really care about, and I stand by those words." So many people had been hurt, or died, because of his feelings for them. And he didn't want Felicity to be one of them . . . mostly the latter since he had already done the former to her. "I'm sorry that I hurt you." Not if he hurt her, that he hurt her because he knew he had. And he wished he could promise her that nothing else would happen. But he was afraid of betraying these words. Because he felt like he could no longer control his emotions around her. And he hated that he couldn't, because it only led to more tension and more hurt. He save a slight smile, though it was far from jovial, but they were meant to go with his following words. "Sometimes I think it would just be easier if you hated me." Like Laurel did. Because it would make him step away and know never to pursue that path. But Felicity . . . she didn't hate him, even if she had every right to. In fact, she was telling him that she understood and would not hold it against him.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity watched his face as he spoke to her, and apart of her expected some of his words. Oliver never did anything the easy way. It was his last line that broke her heart, and made her wonder if that was what he wanted. She hoped not, because there was no way she could hate him.

"Oliver, no one hates you." It was horrible that he wanted that, "You don't deserve hate. No one does." What ever happened to him on that island really wrapped him for acceptance and love. It broke her heart for him. "Whatever made you think other wise, I'm sorry."

"You give so much of yourself, every single day. You give everything, every day and night. If anyone has earned love, it's you . . . . if anyone needs love then it's you."

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver couldn't agree with her words. He knew that there were others who hated him, or should hate him. And that he did deserve it. He was accountable for everything he did and knew that his actions had consequences. But he also didn't want to sit here and try to convince her otherwise, or evoke sympathy from her. He knew Felicity would never think so poorly of him, which only further strengthened his feelings for her. Her compassion and unwavering support -- both physical and emotional. She was perhaps the first woman that he cared for so much, that he could not be with. Which only made it all the more difficult. "In order to love and be loved, you have to be alive." And he was not. Not in the way he once had been. Oliver Queen was dead, and he was a shadow of the man . . . a darker shadow. But he didn't want to debate that fact, because he didn't know how to explain it. And he didn't want her to tell him that he was alive.

"I have hurt a lot of people that I love, and they suffered because of it." Either physically or emotionally. Some were dead, others were just left to deal with the aftermath he had caused. Love or loved, past tense, though how he felt about her was the present. "I don't want to add you to that list." He knew what his words were implying, and he had specifically used the word 'love'. It was as close as he would come to saying it, to making it known that his feelings for her were mutual. If only to convince her that he hadn't done all this on a whim, or because he just needed that physical satisfaction. There were very deep emotions that had faciliated his actions, and his inability to acknowledge them verbally -- remaining silent when she told him she loved him, or leaving in the morning being examples -- were what he knew added to the hurt he had caused in her.

[Felicity Smoak]

He said it again, that he didn't think he was alive after the island. Reaching for his hand, she brought it to her face. "Oliver you feel. Both physically, and emotionally. More then you let yourself admit too." He had gone on to say that he had hurt the people he loved before the island, and that he didn't want to hurt her. He assumed that he was better off alone.

And maybe as the Arrow he was.

But as Oliver she could tell he needed someone. Needed love. Lifting her hand to his heart, she pressed the skin there. "You are alive, Oliver. And if you cannot believe it, then I will believe it for us both. Because I've seen you--I see you. Maybe better then you see yourself sometimes." Felicity moved so she was standing before him, and then lowered herself to sit on his lap, with her facing him.

"One thing that I have learned from you is that anything worth the reward is worth the risk--and no matter what you need me there as--" Friend, or something more, "--I want to be there. Because you might not believe it, Oliver Queen, but you are worth all the risks."

"Anyone who has made you feel differently, or can't see around the walls you put up . . . . . " She didn't want to speak negatively about anyone, but how blind could they be? "It's their lost."

[Oliver Queen]

She brought her hand to his face, and felt that immediate comfort that he felt from her touch. She was telling him that he did feel, that he was alive. She had even brought her hand to his heart to further prove her point. This was where Oliver didn't know how to explain his 'death'. He wasn't the man he'd once been, and didn't know how to be him. Every incident on the Island had ripped more and more of his humanity away, until he was left with nothing but the instinct to survive. And survival was different from living. She moved to sit in his lap, and he welcomed more, adjusting his arms to that she could sit comfortably, before resting his hand on her knee and his other casually wrapped around her waist. But when she began to speak of how he was worth all the risks. He turned his head away from her, unable to accept these words. Had she known everything he'd done on the Island, he doubted she would believe he was worth the risk. It made him feel . . . both happy and devestated that she knew him this well. He didn't want to let anyone in, because of what they might find. And what could happen if he did; this time on the boat proved that.

She spoke too highly of him; thought too highly of him. Because he wasn't any of what she was describing him to be. He was not alive. He wasn't worth seeing, nor worth the risk. And this was why he had initially planned to do everything on his own. Because he couldn't depend on anyone else; he couldn't let them enter this hell with him. And he had done the exact opposite of what he vowed he would. He turned to look at her once more, a soft smile on his lips. How had he been so lucky to have such an incredible woman love him? And be willing to be with him as a friend at the very least. He brought his hand to her cheek and leaned forward while bringing her own head forward a little, until their lips met. This time, the kiss was not filled with burning passion or desperate need. It was a soft, gentle embrace. A way of expressing how he felt about her, his genuine affection for her. He wasn't good at the talking about his emotions part and was even starting to forget how to express them after having suppressed them for so long . . . or just being void of them all together. He let the kiss linger for a few moments before slowly pulling away, but wanting to keep their faces close.

"Just promise me one thing, Felicity," he began to say in a soft voice. He had no words to offer her in return in all that she had said, though they had made his heart swell with pride and sadness at the same time, he had to make sure that he did not trap her in this life. She saw him in the highest regard but the fact that he couldn't see himself as that . . . was why he couldn't let himself be happy with her. She deserved far better than what little had to offer. "If the opportunity comes for you to be happy, take it." He would have to accept that. What other choice did he have? He loved her, there was no doubt in his mind about that. But she couldn't be happy with him. That was something else he knew for certain. So whether she could find happiness with Barry, or someone else who could offer her a life she deserved . . . then she needed to go with them. Because she shouldn't be trapped in this life he had created. He may be doomed to it, but he was not going to let her be as well. This life, was not happiness. Letting him feel for the time they were intimate, and then deal with him quickly putting his wall up again, was not happiness.

He knew that one day, he would have to let her go, and that was what made this so much harder. So he didn't want to hear that she was happy with him, because he wouldn't believe it. He leaned forward a little, letting his forehead touch hers as he closed his eyes and spoke under his breath. Since they were so close though, he knew she could hear him. "I don't want this life for you," he whispered. Again, he didn't want to hear that she liked what she did, because he wasn't talking about the part where she helped him bring criminals to justice and save other people. He was talking about the part where couldn't commit to her in the way he wanted, and now clearly, couldn't control himself around her. He wanted her to be with someone who could give their entire self to her. Who could make her laugh, smile, live a normal life. Someone who could take care of her. Someone who wouldn't bring such danger into her life, or burden her with anything. He just wanted her to be happy, and she would not find that happiness with him.

[Felicity Smoak]

"Just promise me one thing, Felicity," She felt herself mentally brace for what he might ask of her, knowing that it would not be easy if she had to ignore his request in favor of not lying to him. "If the opportunity comes for you to be happy, take it." Which was easy. "I swear it." So very easy. "I will fight for it with everything I have." Because that was what she was doing right now.

Be it his friend, his friend with befits, or even something more; she was fighting for that chance right now. Because when he was happy, and letting himself live a life rather then live to fight--she could be happy. Not just the friendly, happy for him. But honestly happy. Because his joy was contagious, when he let himself have it.

"I don't want this life for you," Their foreheads were pressed together and she shifted her hands to rest on the back of his head, "I chose this life." A reminder that while he had pulled her in, she had walked out. She could walk out if that was what she wanted, but it wasn't. She was here because she wanted to be here. For him. "With eyes open to what it meant for me."

Tilting her head she kiss his lips, the same way he had kissed her a moment ago, with more emotion then passion. This was as honest as Oliver had ever been with her, and she wasn't going to just treat this as a small thing. "Thank you for being honest with me." With another kiss, she held him close, and just let the moment linger.

[Oliver Queen]

She promised him and something told him that he should have been more explicit in what he meant by that promise. He knew she would never lie to him, but he also knew she saw the best in him when most others didn't, including himself. In regards to his next words, she responded by saying that she had chose this life. He had introduced it to her though, and part of him had known that he could convince her to stay in it. It wasn't exactly a life that was easy to walk away from, and every day, he worried about the toll it took on both her and Diggle. He wished he could say that he wanted her to be free of it, and one day he hoped she was . . . but that day was not today. He could only hope he would be able to sense when the day was near, but as of right now, she was still apart of this cause, and mission. And she would forever be a part of him.

She kissed him in return and then thanked him for being honest. The fact that she thanked him for it, was enough to acknowledge how he was not often honest with people and when he was . . . it was seldom recieved with gratitude. All the more reason he was grateful to her. For she was unlike anyone he had ever known. He had no words to offer in return though for she was kissing him again, this time, it was longer and he did not want to pull away. So instead, he moved back on the couch and with her on his lap, moved her with him and making sure their lips did not break contact. He shifted position, so that his back was lying on it and she was on top of him -- since it did not fail his memory that that had been her request. One hand tucked under her short dress, grazing her skin, while his other hand already began to unzip the zipper on the back of her dress. This was exactly why he had not promised her that nothing else would happen while they were here; because he knew he would break that promise.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver kissed her, and she could feel it turning into something more, which made her smile for the shortest of moments between kisses. The wall might have come up, but she was hopeing that she would now be on the other side of it. That instead of holding back from her, after this they could work together and still enjoy the company of being here together.

When he moved to his back, Felicity rested on her knees above him, still bent over to kiss him, while he unzipped her dress. Her hand moved to his pants, and began working on their own mission. This time he would not take control and leave her to just feel it as he pounded her with each euphoric bliss. No, This time she would not only help him along, but take him with her.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled at his shoulders, "lift," so she could pull his shift off him with ease. Then she moved to make his pants and everything else join the shirt. Looking down at him, laying there, she reached up behind her and pulled her dress over her head. Moving back to lean over him, she kissed him, "My turn."

[Oliver Queen]

This time, Felicity was the one who was doing most of the work when it came to undressing them, and Oliver did not mind in the least. She moved to unfasten his pants, and even gave a small command to make him lean up a bit and raise his arms a little so that she could pull off his shirt. She even removed her own dress. Everything was happening quickly -- as it always did with them -- though the main difference now was that Felicity had been prompting each removal, even if it was his actions that had initiated the intimacy to the couch.

Oliver leaned back into the couch so he was laying on it, while moving her with him, deepening the kiss right after she spoke of how it was her turn. His hands were already unfastening her bra and throwing it aside, while feeling each familiar curve of her body. One hand moved to the back of her head to push her closer to him while his other fell down between them, slipping between her legs and finding that one spot that would get them started in their path to euphoric bliss. She may be on top of him, but that didn't mean he was ready to fully relinquish all control.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver was not playing by her rules! Tilting her head back and to the side, Felicity took a moment to once again enjoy his touched, before moving her hand to cover his but not pulling it away from her. "You make me forget everything but you hands on me. I want to explore you."

She wanted to know every live and detail on his body. Not just the scares, but the timelines, the age spots, the dips and curves of his tightly bound strength. She loved the feeling his body under her's, and if he touched her now then she would never get to enjoy it like she wanted. "Pulling his hand out, she lifted it to his lips, so he could clean his own hand from her proof of enjoyment. Then she looked down, moving until she could watch her hand as it began moving up and down over him, and then her lips touched just the top.

[Oliver Queen]

He couldn't help but give a small smile when she spoke of how he made her forget everything when he touched her. And how she wanted to explore him. He had that same feeling of wanting to explore her earlier, which he had. And enjoyed every second of it. Of course it had only made his own need for her greater -- to the point of not even being able to make it all the way up the stairs. But she seemed determined on the idea this time for she had pulled his hand out before he had been able to make her reach any peak . . . though he was able to take in her scent and taste, which only made his own ache for her grow. But not as much as it did when she first put her hand there and then her lips at the top . . . to a painful extent.

The immediate pleasure he got from her mere touch was enough to make him close his eyes, and the back of his head press against the fabric of the couch. She had done something similar before, but it had been their first time and he had wanted them to be together when they both found that euphoric point. This time, he wasn't too sure he had the strength to pull away. He took a deep breath, enjoying what her touch offered but still wanted to make her feel some pleasure in return. His hand moved to the back of her head, having planned to lift her up to meet his lips again, but paused, indulging in her actions and letting himself be selfish only for another moment.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity loved the sight of him when she did this. The way his belly moved, the way his hand went tot he back of her neck, how his face looked. Every detail of Oliver was taken in and kept for later because in these moments there seemed to be no guard, and less of a wall, if there was even a guard up at the moment.

Letting her lips sink further over him, she made no motion to stop. She wanted to watch his face and feel him come undone the way he had left her--though to be fair, she knew men could not go as many rounds as quickly as women. Knowing this and wanting to be apart of it more, she pulled up and kissed, smelled, and licked her way up to his lips. After a long lingering kiss, Felicity sat up and reached down to guide him into her, before placing her palms on his chest for leverage.

[Oliver Queen]

She continund to move over him, and all he could do was lie here and tell himself that he would pull her up after just another moment. But he never did. She was making him think of nothing else apart from the euphoria building up inside of him. He breathing was getting heavier, unable to control a quiet groan from coming out, or even her name spoken in a hoarse whisper. His hand gently pushed her head closer, unable to even open his eyes to watch her. He knew he was getting close and he doubted he would be able to stop himself from spilling over her lips. But before that could happen, she pulled her mouth away and he wasn't sure what sound escaped his lips from the immediate deprivation. His was enough for him to open his eyes to look at her. She began to move over him, her lips and tongue grazing up his body, which only made that mix of pain and pleasure intensify. So by the time she got to his lips, he could not hold back. He

raised his head a little, coaxing her mouth open with his own and letting his tongue explore the inside of her's, deepening the kiss to let it reflect how much he needed her right now. And whether it was because of this, or a mutual need, she guided him to her and finally allowed him entrance. His head fell back onto the couch as he heavily exhaled from his need starting to be fulfilled. No longer did he feel so lacking in control -- though he had to admit, he didn't mind giving her that control. He shifted his lower body up a bit, able to thrust inside of her as strongly as deeply as he could go in one swift motion. And these actions only continued, picking up speed and creating a strong, quickened pace. His hand trailed up her body and cupped one of her breasts, tightly massage her, while his other hand moved to her lower back, and behind to press her harder and closer to where their bodies were joined, having her move with him. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer as he continued to move inside of her with fervent passion.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity gasped as Oliver filled her, stretching her and pushing up to make her take it all. "Ol-oliv--Oliver!" She just barely got his name out when he pulled out and she felt both realise from the intense feelings, and loss from the same emotions.

With her hands on him to brace her--and his on her at some points--she begin to take the control she wanted, setting both tempo and strength, and allowing both to build. While lacking the steadiness or power of his actions, the angle caused him to press on that spot inside her with new pressure, and her legs vibrated from the power of the emotions taking over her. And while more powerful, the unsteady rhythm made the feelings unable to grow tight enough to burst. "Please."

[Oliver Queen]

Hearing her say out his name and soon plead with him, made him very aware that he was probably going to come before her. Which made sense. She had made him come so close before, and he had not been able to give her that same pleasure, until now. They had built that necessary rhythm and pace, feeling himself move deeper within her, but could also feel that she was not going to reach that peak at the same time as he was. So he may have to re-position them. Forcing himself to stop for a moment, he quickly sat up, turning her and rising to his feet. He then lifted her a bit to sit on the elevated arm of the couch, moving her legs to either side of it. He stood in front of her, shifting her a bit so that she was sitting up some and moving her legs opening herself up to him, having her at an angle so that he could move inside of her. He leaned over her, remaining on his feet, and adjsuting her legs to either side of his waist, as he pushed harder into her. With being on his feet, he had more control and with that, the ability to push harder and deeper within her.

His hands tightly gripped her thighs, before one went to the back of the couch to hold it and allow him to use something to brace himself with and build more momentum with. Unable to occupy his lips with hers from this angle, he had no way of muting his quiet sounds of pleasured strain as his breathing was accelerated and small pants and slight groans uncontrollably escaped him. He wasn't thinking of how sore she could be with the amount of force he was currently pounding into with. He only focused on the depth he needed to be inside of her, and trying to hit every spot he could to maximize the pleasure for her. He spoke her name, not quite as acknowledgement but rather an urge for her to join him; a warning that he was not going to be able to hold out much longer.

[Felicity Smoak]

One moment she was attempting to reach for that place of euphoric bliss, biting her lip to keep from screaming out the needs growing with in her; and the next she was being moved. The surprise of being lifted, and 'falling' back while still cradled into his arms cased the butterfly in her belly to grow into the size of birds.

The the angle, the stead rhythm and the stronger power of his vigorous battering--it all caused her to feel everything grow and tip her toward the edge. Felicity wasn't even sure how she got the couch under her, or what parts were under her. Her hands lifted to fist into the material by her head, as her head fell back and she lost the fight to hold in her scream.

Everything tighten, and shook as she felt herself come undone there on the couch. Her legs shook, and moved coming to have her calves rest on the back of his thighs, holding him closer and her open to him. Tears fell over her cheeks, as her head twisted the to side, and finally everything broke and she could feel the waves pleasure while his name fell from her lips.

[Oliver Queen]

Hearing her scream with pleasure filled him with a sense of pride, as did being able to get her to that point, again; for the fourth time since last night. And hearing her say his name in the height of euphoria just added to everything else. Feeling her body reach that peak, allowed him to reach his own release, letting the intense ecstasy just surge thruogh every part of his body. It had been building up for so long that this time, it felt stronger and had a higher intensity. Which made it feel all the more wonderful.

He finally let his body relax, releasing his tight grip on her leg and on the back of the couch, though not yet pulling out of her. Instead, he leaned forward, his upper body pressed against hers as his lips went to her cheek to kiss away the tears, before trailing down to her neck, letting his lips drag along her soft skin. He turned his head to the side, his cheek resting against her collarbone, and closed his eyes to let everything sink in. He felt his heart racing and his body heaved over hers, so he just took this time to let both them catch their breath, ease their bodies, and let the full aftermath of their vigorous activities fully absorb in them.