Not How The Story Ends

[Oliver Queen]

She had said the words that he was pushing her to say, admitting how she felt about him and . . . Oliver remained silent. He knew that that should be enough for him to go on and explain why he couldn't have her with him any more. Why she could not longer help him as The Arrow. But instead, he felt a whole new wave of emotion consume him. To hear her consciously say that she loved him, caused the returning words to enter his mind. He wanted to say them, so badly. She seemed so doubtful in his feelings for her. He had never acted on them. Not when they had been starting, growing, or even now. He had slept with other women in between, and never initiated any romantically intimate contact with her. To protect her. He had told her once that because of his line of work, it was best he not involve himself with someone he could truly care about. He had been talking about her. He couldn't be with her, because he loved her. He was aware of the contradiction in that, but it made sense too. And yet here, with her saying these things, he was slowly starting to forget reason. Which was far too dangerous and reckless for him to do.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. For bringing her into his life. For making her love him. For not being able to tell her he loved her too. For failing her in so many ways. With his judgment becoming clouded with all these emotions, he wasn't even fully aware that he was slowly leaning toward her. "I can't." Let her help him anymore. Be with her. Tell her he loved her. So many different things, and she had her choice of selecting which one he was referring to, yet he knew that was unaware of some of them. Before, he had convinced himself why he could not broach this subject, because of the dangerous revelations that could be made. And while he was fighting saying the words, he was not in control of his actions. He had been leaning toward her, until their lips were less than an inch apart. He could feel her light breathing on him, and he knew his lips were just barley touching hers. His eyes were closed as he struggled. Fighting what his heart was demanding he do. He shouldn't be doing this. At all. And yet here he was. He felt a slight tremble in him, unable to look at her should logic win and he would be able to pull himself away. Instead, he spoke under his breath, but as he was close enough to her, she would be able to hear. "I'm sorry that I feel the same way." Because that, was what he was truly apologizing for. And with that, he closed the distance between them, letting his lips touch hers for the first time ever.

[Felicity Smoak]

"I'm sorry, I can't." She nodded her head, and closed her eyes to keep the hurt in from this, even though she knew that once they got back she would just show up there and not leave. Diggle surely would support her, thought it hurt to know he knew how she felt and was pushing her away because of this. She felt her heart breaking and the only time it had been worse was when she thought him dead.

He moved closer, and she could feel him there, even though she could not look at him. Oliver always did that, and it was one reason she loved him. His little teases to her. "I'm sorry that I feel the same way." The words made her eyes fly open, but his actions sent them shut again, as he finally kissed her. Felicity forgot how to breathe for a moment, and her hands lifted unsteadily to his cheeks as she framed his face through the kiss. He tasted of the berries, and of Oliver. The way she always wondered what he would taste like. It was everything she wanted, and so much better, and it hurt so much more because she didn't know if this was a goodbye kiss, or a I can't fight this kiss any longer.

Then his words came back to her. He felt the same way! He loved her too! THAT was why he was pushing her away! Because he was afraid to lose someone he loved! Oliver Queen loved her, Felicity Smoak! It was as honest as he had ever been about what was happening inside his head and heart.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver felt her react to the kiss and he knew that he should stop. Making such a grand admittance to her, and then doing this was . . . he couldn't. He shouldn't. And yet, he was. And he was unable to stop. He was often able to separate his emotions and keep focused on the task at hand. He had constantly reminded himself why he had to. After Sarah, and even McKenna . . . and he had not even been completely in love with them. He had cared a great deal for them, but it had not been love so to speak. And now, he was kissing Felicity, who he should be distancing himself from. Not physically because they were on the island, but emotionally.

And yet, he couldn't. Not right now. He let all the rationality slip from his mind and instead, just let himself feel a semblance of happiness. The only kind he could find in her embrace. So as he continued his failure to think, he deepened the kiss, his hand moving to her cheek and gently caressing it with his thumb. Further letting his emotions get the better of him, he also began to lean forward, slowly pushing her back until her back was on the ground and he was over her, never breaking the contact of their lips for a single moment. He didn't know what he was doing for he knew the repercussions of this . . . yet for once, he didn't care.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity was on cloud nine, from his kiss and his admitting he loves her. Oliver was kissing her, and his hand on his cheek made her smile for a moment before the kiss deepened. She could feel herself being pushed onto her back, and Oliver's warmth covering her, while she raised her knee to better feel balanced and allow him to settle better in line with. She'd never done this before with Oliver, and every feeling was being pulled into her mind for remembering later.

"Oliver," She whispered his name between kisses, as her arms slide around him to hold him close. Felicity felt like she no longer needed the fire, that it was warm enough in here--though she knew it was mostly him. He made her feel warm. Important and special. Breaking the kiss she tilted her head back to pull air into her lungs, and catch her breath.

[Oliver Queen]

He heard her say his name and he had never realized how he had longed to hear her speak it in this context . . . until now. He only encouraged his actions, continuing to kiss her, using his hands to somewhat brace him so that he wasn't crushing her under his weight. He felt the immediately loss of contact when she broke the kiss to breathe, yet did not want it to linger. He feared that if he had the ability to speak, it would allow reason to settle in and prevent him from doing what his heart wanted more than anything else in this moment. So while he gave her a moment to catch her breath, his lips trailed to her cheek, then to her neck, creating a trail of kisses along her soft skin.

He also could not keep his hands idle for too long either, so busied them as they trailed along the sides of her flawless body. They lingered down over her hips, back to her under her arms, and then to her hips again. Deciding he wanted to feel more of her, they gracefully slipped under her shirt -- both layers -- until he was able to make proper contact with her skin. For so long he had deprived himself of ever even thinking about this . . . but he no longer cared why. He just knew that he wanted to be with her, in the most intimate way possible.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity felt his hands under her shirt, and at first her hand moved to cover his, but then let it go, as she instead allowed him freedom to touch her anyway he pleased. Her hands decided to return the favor, and one moved to the back of his head, and ran through the little hair he had--though over the almost week here it was just a little longer then before. Still short enough for her finger nails to softly graze his skin there.

The other hand moved over his back, feeling the strength there from his years of building his body into a weapon. Her hand bunched into his shirt, and her other hand came down to pull it up, and try to pull it over his head, so she could feel his skin on her palms. Oliver might have started this, but she was going to enjoy ever second that he gave her. He loved her, and this was everything she'd ever secretly dreamed of over the year and a half she'd had the pleasure of knowing and loving him.

[Oliver Queen]

Her hands on him felt incredible. Almost as incredible as her skin felt under him. Her touch gave him an instant warmth and comfort that he'd not felt in a very long time -- if ever. He could feel her hand bunch into his shirt and proceed to lift it. He helped her, forcing himself to pull his lips from her skin so that he could put his head through the top and his arms through the sleeves, so that the constraint of his shirt was now eliminated. Without needing to open his eyes, he took the shirt from her grasp and tossed it to the side -- somehow remembering that the fire was one one side of them so made sure to throw it in the opposite direction.

He then returned his lips to hers, kissing her passionately and feeling a growing urgency in his kiss. He had felt -- and did feel -- an emotional need for her but now that was turning into a very physical need. So he began to do what she did. His hands went to the bottom of the shirt and began to lift it over her head. He started with the first layer, tossing it aside. His hands could feel that she had another layer on, but he would wait before removing that one. While he felt this desperate need for her, he also wanted to savor the moment . . . for he knew that they could never do this again.

[Felicity Smoak]

He helped her remove his shirt, and Felicity took full advantage of finally being able to run her hands down his back and touching him as she pleased. Her hands moved over every little dip, and curve that they could find, and she wanted to see it better, taste his skin. She had to stop while he moved her shirt, leaving her in her tank top that she worked out in, and yoga pants that were worn a little too long.

Removing her glasses, she had just enough brain power left to toss them on his shirt for safety keeping, before pushing his lips from her and kissing him again. He kissed like he did everything else in life--in full control and passionate about what he did. Strong. And she loved it! Moving her hands down to the bottom of her tank, she pulled it up and over her head, so she could toss it too the the side, and give him more to touch and kiss.

[Oliver Queen]

As he felt her hands move over his upper body, he began to kick off his shoes, able to do so with ease and minimal disruption to what else he was doing with his body over her. He felt more than saw her remove her glasses, relieved for it since they were rather delicate though seemed to withstand a great deal. She then lowered her hands to her shirt and pulled it off. As she was about to toss it to the side, Oliver's arm reached out and caught it midway. Though his lips were pressed against hers, they formed into a smile, for she had just been about to toss her shirt into the fire. The last thing she needed was less layers. So he tossed her shirt somewhere else, well aware from the burning flames. He paused from kissing her for a moment, though kept his lips extremely close eto hers, his smile fading as he breathed against her. His eyes that had been otherwise closed opened, so that he could see her, see what emotions were behind her eyes.

He had thought that pausing would make him realize that he needed to stop . . . but he was too fargone. He couldn't stop. Not even if he wanted to. Not even if he knew he needed to. Gazing upon her beauty for a few more moments, he fervently kissed her again. His hands casually moved to her back, where he felt the clasp of her bra. Not needing to see it, he unclasped it, his hands moving back to her front where each hand went to each of her shoulders and rested over the straps of her under garments. Slowly and gently, he began to slide the straps down against her skin, until they reached the bottom of her hands where he pulled it off and as the rest of their attire, tossed it to the side. With their unclad bodies now pressed together, he felt the growing sensation and aching need for her increase tremendously.

[Felicity Smoak]

She felt him grab her tank, and for a moment her eyes opened thinking something was wrong, only to see him changing where she tossed it. When he smiled from that she found that she could laugh in this moment at her almost mistake, though it was short lived because he was kissing her again. When he pulled back from the kiss to stare at her, she blinked open her own eyes to drink in his expression.

This was the man she loved. He was a hero who tried to save a city, and for the most part was doing it. He cared for people and asked nothing for himself in return. "Oliver," She whispered his name while he moved to unhook her bra, and then rest his chest against her bared skin. Laughing slightly, almost nervously but giddy too she spoke, "I think this might be a good time to tell you that I might not have as much experience as you." Her hand came up to brush the side of his face, while her other leg moved so that they could grab around his hips.

[Oliver Queen]

Hearing her laugh was music to his ears. Because it suited the moment. How they were together right now, so carefree of everything else, just focusing on each other, and being with one another. She began to say his name before laughing again -- this time, in a different tone -- and continued on to say that she did not have as much experience as him. He was glad to hear that. He felt possessive over and while he knew it wasn't fair, unreasonable, and he had no right to be . . . he couldn't help it. He wasn't sure he trusted himself to speak, but knew he had to verbally acknowledge her words somehow. So he paused his actions, and pulled back his head a little to look at her. It didn't help that her leg had moved around his hip, for it was only encouraging his growing need. He could tell from her actions that she was not saying that to cease his own. So he needed to choose the right words to say in this moment.

"Is this alright?" He questioned in a soft voice. He asked, because he had to be sure. He didn't know if she meant by limited experience, that she had not done it often, in a while, or ever. But either of those options were enough to make him pause and give her a moment to think if she needed it. If she'd rather wait, though he couldn't promise there would be a next time when there technically shouldn't even be this time . . . then he would stop. He hoped she would say that it was alright. For purely selfish reasons. He didn't move, regardless of how much he wanted to kiss her, touch her, and move inside of her. He just waited, giving her that time she needed -- or maybe didn't need -- to be completely sure that she was ready for this.

[Felicity Smoak]

He pulled back to look at her, and she watched his face, again for a moment she wondered if he planned to stop, but instead he asked her if this was alright. Her lips spread in a bright smile, that she hoped help show him what she wanted to express. Her hands moved from his hips up over his have to rest on his shoulder blades and pull him down that way, "Very much so."

Kissing him, she moved her hands to his own, and moved them over her until they rested on the top of her pants, so he could pull them off if he so wished, and her legs moved so he could do it with ease. She felt an ache deep down in her center, growing stronger and she knew only his hands could ease it. Before she had only used her's but this time it was different. She needed him.

[Oliver Queen]

Seeing and hearing her reaction -- smile, her words, and her actions -- put his mind at ease that she was alright with this. That they were not moving too quickly. That his suddenly prompting of all this wasn't too much for her. As their lips met again, she guided his hands to the top of her pants, furhter encouragement for him to continue to undress her. And he took her up on it. With the movement of her legs, he was able to slide her pants down, pulling from the kiss for only a few moments as the pants joined the rest of their clothing. He looked down at her, soaking in the sight of her, memorizing it, as he had memorized that bright smile she had just given him following his words. He wanted to remember this for the rest of his life. While circumstances could be better, being with her felt perfect in every other way.

He lightly kissed her again, as he began to undo his own pants, sliding them down off of him, and using his feet to pull them down when they were at his knees. Clearly this wasn't the first time he had done this, but it was his first time with her and that was all that mattered. His hands ran over her now exposed thighs, his mouth moving from hers to her cheek, then to her ear, where he brushed them against it before whispering in it. "I don't think I've told you how beautiful you are." Inside and out. He had never been able to say anything to her that would suggest any attraction or feelings toward her. But right now, he didn't want to hold back. Even if it was by just saying these small compliments in the heat of the passionate moment they were currently embraced in. With that, his fingers linked around the top of the last bit of fabric covering her body, as he began to slide them down.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity felt like everything nerve on her body was standing on end. She found feel everything from him, she was so in tune with where he was and what he was doing. When he inhaled she just knew it. "I don't think I've told you how beautiful you are." His words made her smile, and feel like everything was suddenly perfect. It mattered not they were on an island being hunted. Oliver Queen loved her, and though her beautiful. Tears pooled and slipped out from the joy of this moment.

He had removed all of her clothing, and she reached for him, wanting him to be just as bared as her. "I think you know what I think of you." She joked, knowing that she had never hidden how she stared at him--especially when he worked out, and showed off (something he tended to do while trying to have conversations with her, thus making her think he was trying to show off for her). "I love you." Something she felt more confidant saying now, then before.

[Oliver Queen]

He gave a bit of a smile when she said that he must know what she thought of him. Her little slips had never failed to amuse him, though he had never commented on them. He had always suppressed a smile or chuckle so that he would not encourage any flirtatious exchanges between them. This had undone all his attempts but again, he didn't care. He was going to let himself indulge and give all he could do her during this night. Even if in the back of his mind, he knew there could never be another like it. He heard her say that she loved him . . . and the words had come so easy this time. Whether it was a good or bad thing, he felt his heart swell at the sound of them. Once again, not having realized how he had longed to hear them until she had said them.

His hand moved to the center of her legs, gently caressing the outer layer. As she said she was inexperienced, he wanted to numb any of the pain that may inevitably come as much as he could. He returned his lips to her, deepening the kiss once again, feeling his own ache growing to a painful extent from how much he wanted and needed her. He still wanted to somewhat brace her, so very carefully and gently slipped one finger, applying pressure to that single spot that we was well aware helped raise the level of enjoyment for a woman. His other hand went to her cheek as he slightly titled her chin up a bit to get a better angle so that he could continue to deepen the kiss.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity could no longer speak, and not just because the man she loved more then anything was kissing her but because of how and where his hands were on her. The ache became a growing feeling that took over everything, and her and held onto his arms, as she waited more and yet wanted it to last at the same time. "Please," She begged when he paused kissing her just longer enough to get air. Please more. Please faster, please make it last longer, please.

It seemed like another world, when she thought to first seeing him, and thinking of how far they'd both come from then to now. With the fire lighting the cave, and the soft orange light bouncing off the walls she could see him between kisses. See the wonderful sight of him bared to her, his face, his expression and the details that she had learned to read.

[Oliver Queen]

Hearing her speak like that did nothing less than encourage him. And want to fulfill her request. His hand moved from her cheek and trailed down her body, slowly and feeling as much of her as he could in that path. He brought it to the last piece of fabric that covered his own body and began to pull it down, releasing the constraint of his clothes. He knew he was ready for her, but was unsure if she was ready for him, it built the moment for a little while longer, before he could no longer hold back and withstand the need that filled him. He moved his hand, resting his hand on her hip as he used his other to guide himself to her.

He paused from the kiss, keeping his eyes closed, but taking a second to allow her to catch her breath, and brace her for what was to come. He could think of no words at this time, and felt he could only show her how he felt rather than speak about it. So with that thought in mind, he finally entered her, moving as gently as he could, but with her tightened muscle, aware that he had to use slight force so tha the could properly be inside of her. And to help distract any pain that may have caused, his lips returned to hers, this time, stronger than before.

[Felicity Smoak]

She felt him lower his boxers and Felicity knew what was to come. But not knew from experience. Because thanks to her socially awkwardness, and job driven life (the later because of the former) she had never done this before. So she had not been joking when she had claimed that he had more experience then her.

Feeling him push into her, and the fullness, the stretching and the glorious wave of a sensation that she couldn't think of how to describe filled her. "Oliver!" Lifting her legs she wrapped them around his hips and held tight, while her back arched slightly. A smile touched her lips, before she managed to reclaim his own in a kiss.

[Oliver Queen]

She felt incredible, in every single aspect. Being with someone he actually cared about was so different than being with someone out of a moment of sporadic lust. He had done that far too often -- more so in his pre island days. But this, was far more meaningful. And made the experience all the more valuable and wonderful. He felt her wrap her legs around him as he began to build a steady rhythm, his hands one her waist to help move her to how he was moving, as his thrusts became deeper and more stronger.

They seemed to fall in almost a perfect rhythm and he knew it was from their emotional connection that had they had built prior to this.He began to create a faster pace as he drew closer and wanted to give her as much as he could before he reached that height of euphoria. He moved his head, nestling it in the crook of her neck, taking in everything about her: how she felt, her natural scent, everything. And it was making the sensation of this all the more powerful as she brought out his intensely passionate side.

[Felicity Smoak]

Her hand came up to rest on the back of his head when he broke the kiss to bury it in the crook of her neck, as he moved faster over her. It made her unable to use the kiss to hold in any sound she was making, and grateful for the loud roar of the rain to keep the sounds trapped within their little cave.

Her other hand gripped his forearm tightly, leaving little half moons from her grip that Felicity was unaware she even made at the moment. Her eyes squeezed shut, and everything tightened within her, as the euphoria of the moment built and turned everything to an almost painful tightness in her core--until it broke and the feeling waved though her body, as the tightness turned to a blissful loos feeling of bliss. "Oliver!"

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver could feel himself getting close as he felt her first wave. He knew he it wouldn't be too much longer for him, and was trying to get them to reach that point together. He heard her cry out his name, which only made him move quicker and with more purpose, if that was even possible at this point. His hands moved from her hips, as one went to behind her thigh, gripping it and making sure not to hold her too hard, while his other trailed back up her chest, feeling the perfect curves of her body before his his hand went to her shoulder.

Then down her arm, taking her hand from its current position so that he could press it down into the ground, his fingers intertwining with hers. His lips returned frantically to hers, but only for a few moments as he felt the need to breathe. With all she was making him feel, the intensity of emotions and passion were overwhelming. With his forehead against hers and his lips just brushed over hers, he finally found his own release within her, heavily exhaling in pure pleasure as he felt himself reach that peak of passion, adn that feeling coursed through his entire body, mind, and soul.

[Felicity Smoak]

Everything tingled and trembled. It was a wonderful feeling, and the fact that he was holding her hands, and still tucked in her only made everything more wonderful! Oliver was making her feel more then important but special and cherished--which being they were on an island and being hunted was surprising she could feel this way.

Her legs slowly stretched out from where they were around him, and she felt their tenderness from the use of them. Groaning slowly she tried stretching her whole body without letting him go. "That was . . . " She laughed slowly and softly as she tried to think of words. " . . . better then I'd dared dream."

[Oliver Queen]

He wished he could say something teasing in response to her words. Something about what she did dream about -- which mostly likely would lead to one of her endearing babbles. But words failed his mind right now as he just basked in the aftermath of what they had just experienced, together. He kept himself braced above her so that he would not let his weight crush her, but he also felt the need to hold her. If he couldn't say anything in words, he wanted to say how he felt in actions.

For he knew from personal experience, that this was usually the part where a woman felt most vulnerable, and sometimes even most emotional.So instead of remaining in this position, he rolled to lie on his back, but took her with him so that she was resting on top of him, the front of her body resting over the front of his. Better she was lying on him, than he was on her. He gazed into her eyes, a soft smile on his lips as one of his hands gently rubbed her bare back, and the other trailed up and down her upper arm.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver did not reply to her, but his actions were ones that Felicity had learned to read a long time ago--though maybe not too well because the fact that he loved her came out of no where to her. He rolled them over, protecting her from the hard ground but didn't let her go. The look on his face was one she would never forget, and she hoped would see again after this night.

Or even again tonight. She could not stop from smiling at him brightly, and trying to think of something else to say since he had not spoken allowed. "I think rainy days will become a favorite of mine now." She teased him, thinking back to that first time she trusted him with something really important, and how it was raining that day, and again today. Two firsts--both on rainy days.

[Oliver Queen]

He continued to softly smile when she spoke of how rainy days would now remind her of . . . well, this. How they would hold good memories for her when she associated them with what they did here tonight. He knew he had to say something, to give her further reassurance and make everything feel . . . normal. At least for tonight, if only for tonight. "And here I thought it would take us a long time to dry off." His words were that of a lighter nature, not wanting to delve into any intense subjects when they were both enjoying these moments of having just made love. His hand that had been on her arm moved up to her cheek, his thumb resting on it and the rest of his hand on the back of her head as he lowered her head so that he could kiss her again. He wanted to take advantage of them like this for as long as he could.

This is the first time where he feel like something good happened on this island. And he knew that was selfish of him to think that. He did however hope it stayed that way. While he knew it would end in heartache when he kept to his word about distancing himself from her . . . he would forever cherish tonight. He had been in a relationship with Shado and that was good, but had ended horribly. Plus, he could not compare Felicity and her. It was completely different. And he would not even consider any similairites between them. But now, after tonight, she was his something good. The memory may cause pain, thinking of how he had hurt her, but if he didn't think of this as something good . . . then it would seem like he'd just been with her out of convenience. Which, wasn't the case at all.