Not How The Story Ends

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity loved the purness of this moment. Oliver with his guard as low as she'd ever seen it before, and everything was just wonderful. "I think the clothes might still be a bit wet, but we are warm and dry." Their actions seemed to have temporarily warmed the cave, but she knew it would not last. Soon the cold would come again. Too soon.

Bending her head she kissed him, then twice and a third more lingering time before looking around for something to serve them as a blanket. "Do you think it will be safe to return to the sub and look for supplies? Or try to get a message to Diggle?" They had spoken about it before but everything had distracted her since and she forgot his answer. While she talked her fingers traced the lines and indents of his muscled chest, before coming to softly touch his collar bone, and following it up.

[Oliver Queen]

He wasn't even thinking about laying out the clothes to dry, for he didn't want to move from this seemingly perfect position. It would make the reality of everything set back in and he wasn't sure he was ready to go back to the real world. And she was helping him forget it when she kissed him, again and again, allowing him to return the kiss, absorbing how he felt from every single one. She then asked about the sub. He paused in a pensive silence for a moment, his eyes following her fingers as she moved over his chest and higher.

"As long as we get there before the others," he told her. If there were indeed more weapons and radios and such, he didn't want Slade's men to get to it first. They were equipped but whatever remained on the sub would be better used by him and Felicity. "We'll have to see whether its safe to contact Diggle. But we can at least gather what we can." Priority right now, was the supplies. Because he trusted Diggle, and knew the man would find them. In the meantime, it was about surviving until he came.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity kept tracing his skin, but making sure never to touch his scars. She didn't want this moment to be hurt by a bad memory that might come up from touching the wrong one. Instead she traced the natural lines and molds of his body, memorizing the feel of everything she could touch. Her fingers moved up from his neck to his jaw, and over to his lips before moving down to make the trip lower.

"Maybe the rain will keep them from seeing where I came from." Unless they already knew it was there and thus could assume she got them from the sub. With luck they would not have a clue. Bending her head lower she told a quick kiss and grinned brightly at her ability to do so. She was kissing Oliver because he loved her! She refused to give up or die on the island while he loved her and she had the chance to be with him.

Her fingers did move to touch where they shot him, and she marveled at his pain tolerance. "Does it still hurt?" Could she wrap it anyhow to ease it? Maybe on the sub there would be something to help it, like material to make a bandage and keep the skin from moving.

[Oliver Queen]

He knew that either way, they would have the advantage of familiarity. This island wasn't exactly small, and so it would take them time to find the source of where Felicity had gathered her supplies. On the other hand, they had the advantage of tools and resources. Still, Oliver would make sure it was safe for him to go and then to get out safely. His thoughts were distracted when she kissed him again, never able to get over the wonderful sensation of her touch, and found it was something that would never just feel casual for it filled him with far too much emotion. His fingers moved to his newest wound and she questioned if it still hurt. Compared to a lot of things, this was nothing. He was lucky he had fallen unconscious -- knowing it was due to his weak body from the lack of sleep and exhaustion.

So he hadn't even remembered the pain until he woke up. Even then, it was not bad compared to how he had gotten the other scars. It was a subject he tended to avoid, but always happened to come up. Thea had seen them, Laurel, McKenna, Helena . . . and he always had to see the concern, worry and sympathy on their expressions to think of how he had gotten them. He knew it was because they cared about him but . . . he was still unable to talk about it. And wanted to spare everyone the details of how he was tortured. So instead, he brought his hand to hers and slowly guided it to his rest. Placing her hand over its steady beating, her then put his hand over hers and rested it there. "Not at all," he said softly and truthfully.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity bit her lip as Oliver moved her hand and told her it didn't hurt--which was completely a lie, but she still smiled anyway. She knew what he meant, and while she had not been shot, she still that same feeling of joy from the knowlage that he was alive (and not dead as she thought) and that he loved her! They were a team now! When they got back they could crime fight, and work together, and in between the little sleep they already got spend time together.

It would be perfect! Everything she'd thought about for a while now. Oliver and her! "And to think I was going to offer to kiss and make it better but since you're not in any pain maybe I will have to think of something else to do." She teased and leaned her head down to place a small kiss on the center of his chest, while keeping her eyes on him.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver smiled softy, hearing her words and watching her actions. Her lips on him were a strong comfort and gave him a sense of . . . solace. One that he hadn't felt for a long time. And he knew exactly why. It was because she was one of the very few people he could be himself with. He held no secrets from her. And possessing that knowledge, made him more comfortable. Which only made him wish they could be together when they were back home. Because he knew, that she could be the one.

Trying to push out the thoughts of having to be without her, his hand on the back of her head pulled her up so that her head was near his once more. "That shouldn't be too difficult," he teased. With that, he lowered her head and slightly raised his so that he could kiss her. This time, with more urgency and need rather than soft kisses in the aftermath. Pressing her closer to him, his other hand trailed down her back to her lower body, feeling as much of her as he could.

Memorizing not only how she looked to him, but how she felt under his touch. And both were indescribable.Deciding he wanted to feel more of her, he sat up raising his upper body and moving her with him and continuing the lingering kiss all the while. He moved her legs so that they were on either side of his hips, causing her to sit astride him.

[Felicity Smoak]

This side of Oliver was new, and fun. She always liked to think he had his guard a little bit down with her, and that he never had to hide things from her but now it felt like even more so he was himself with her. That they could just let the other see deep into their selves with no fear. So when he kissed her, holding her closer to his lips, she deepened it.

Oliver pushed himself to sit, keeping her on his lap, and she adjusted herself to sit rather then lay, and found herself gasping slightly at the feeling of him shifting under her. Returning the kiss, her hands moved through his hair, and down to his neck, before splitting up and one staying on his shoulder and the other traveling down his back.

Pulling back she looked at this face for a moment, grinning brightly and squinting her eyes slightly, to see him better in the low light and without her glasses. Laughing she moved closer again, and let her lips find his jaw, and move back to his neck.

[Oliver Queen]

Feeling her reaction intensified Oliver's own actions. She deepened the kiss, and he deepened it more. His hands trailed down her back, moving to her lower back as he pushed her closer to him -- as if that was even possible at this point. He didn't want any space between them for he wanted to feel all of her. He felt his body readying for her, awakening to his needs. Her lips moved over him leaving his own unoccupied. Something that he needed to quickly remedy. Though not before he spoke her name in a harsh whisper, a tone of need, passion, desire and so many other emotions he felt flooding over him.

He rested his cheek against her cheek, heavily breathing near her ear as he began to move inside of her again. As he began to regain his momentum he could not handle being away from her lips any more, so he gently moved her head back and found her lips again, with a fervent desperation like that of a man seeking oxygen while suffocating. He needed her, in so many ways. and knew that need for her would never cease for it went beyond the physical. It was an emotional need too.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver did not let her enjoy the moment of tasting his skin for long before her pulled her back. Hearing her name, made her grin, but his lips ended the smile as he kissed her again, and she could feel him growing ready for another moment together.

Wanting to feel him more, she shifted her hips closer, and moved them over him; pressing and grinding to find the best way to feel him the most. Thunder rolled outside, and she shivered, though not from fear or cold. It all seemed to build and set the mood for them, which suited her well in the moment. Her hands moved to his face, as she framed it, letting the kiss go on.

[Oliver Queen]

Her movement only intensified his already growing need for her, making a slight sound as of pleasure, heavily exhaling as she made whatever emotions already coursing through him, all the faster. He continued to push in deeper, using his hand on her lower back to push her closer to him as well, creating a rhythm to their actions. He didn't want to move his lips from hers, not to bother catching his breath or thinking that he could give her a moment to.

After all the feelings he had for her that had built up for so long, wondering what it would feel like, how she would taste, how soft her lips were, how she made him feel . . . after so much wondering, he wanted to take full advantage of the fact that he didn't have to wonder anymore. Though no thought would ever compare to how incredible it truly felt. Just as no words would do justice. He picked up the pace, needing to feel that release inside of her again for he felt himself growing closer to her, and wanted her to reach that peak as well, not only deriving pleasure for himself, but also taking pride and enjoyment in knowing that his actions caused pleasure within her as well.

[Felicity Smoak]

Her hands moved from his face to his shoulders, to better hold on, but then soon moved around him to attempt to pull him closer to her, only to again move to his face to frame it. No where was it enough. She wanted more. Touch him more, feel him there, everywhere. "Oliver!" She broke the kiss just long enough to gather enough air to continue before, returning to the kiss.

Felicity had thought of kissing him before, but never had she imagine this emotion. The intensity of how strongly she felt each touch, each movement he made into her, and each pull on her heart. Finally her hands moved up to his hair, fisting in what little there was--though slightly longer from the time here with no way to cut it--as the moment finally over took her.

[Oliver Queen]

Hearing her say his name in this way, filled with passion just as he felt for her, was incredible and a tone that Oliver never wanted to and never would forget. He felt incapable of speaking, so he hoped his actions compensated for it. He could feel himself getting closer just as he could feel her reaching that point. It didnt take much longer for him to find his release inside of her, feeling his entire body filled with that familiar yet still overwhelming sensation. He pulled away from the kiss but still held her close to him for a few more moments , allowing the strong pleasurable aftermath -- and the emotions associated with it -- to fully absorb his body.

His hand went to her cheek, gently caressing it. He lightly kissed her lips, before resting is forehead against hers. He was trying to think of what he could say in this moment but nothing came to mind. Deciding not to say anything that could potentially ruin the perfection of this moment, he remained quiet. Wanting her body to rest comfortably, he finally pulled out of her and leaned back, taking her with him. With her once again resting on top of him, his hands wrapped around her, holding her in his arms.

[Felicity Smoak]

It took effort to remember to breathe in, and to exhale. It took effort, almost more then she had at the moment to move, or think, or more importantly stay awake. She didn't want to miss anything. After waiting so long to feel his touch, the idea of sleep was unwanted and she fought to stay awake. Inhaling a soft gasp as he pulled from her, and rocked them backwards to rest , Felicity rested her head on his chest. She could feel the slightly raised and twisted skin of a scar under her cheek, so she turned her head toward and breathed in his scent.

Stay awake. Shifting she moved so she was no longer on top of him but tucked very closely into his side. "Defiantly a bed," She teased, "The thing I miss most right now." When they returned she was going to enjoy curling up in bed with him--what little he did sleep. Being warm and cozy. Or on the couch under a blanket.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver felt like it was forever ago when he had missed such simple things as a bed, a blanket, a pillow . . . now, oddly enough, he had difficulty sleeping in it. He had been so accustomed to sleeping on the cold, hard ground that a bed felt, strange. Not that he slept a great deal either. Tonight, perhaps he would. He wished he could offer her more than what they had, but once they returned . . . she would once again have everything within her reach. He reached over to grab his shirt and draped it over her, to serve as a blanket. Granted, it wasn't the most effective thing but his shirt was larger than hers. And it was all he had for her to provide some warmth, other than himself. He kept one arm around her to hold her close and provide her with further warmth.

"Close your eyes," he whispered. "And picture us curled in front of a warm fire." A small campfire being the reality. "With only a rug beneath us." Which was really the solid ground right now. "And a thin blanket to keep warm." His shirt. Turning his head to the side he lightly kissed the top of her head, an action he had wanted to do earlier but couldn't. Yet now, it seemed he had no boundaries -- something he was enjoying for the moment, but knew he would painfully miss later. "We don't need anything else." At least he didn't, because he had all he had wanted in his arms right now. For he'd learned the difficult way that people, were more important than material objects. Money, houses, cars . . . all these things could be lost but replaced. People, were irreplacable. And he'd learn to value them above all else. Especially Felicity.

[Felicity Smoak]

He told her to close her eyes, and she did. It made it harder to stay awake, but she tried very hard while not waiting to miss a thing. The sound of the rain, the pleasure of the moment, and the most deadly--Oliver's whispering. Which was soothing, and comforting. Complained with her words, it made her feel warm and safe; and like a bed was the last thing she needed.

"Who needs a bed." She muttered, making sure he knew what his words meant to her. "I'll take that over a bed any day." Her words were slow, and sluggish from her falling sleeping curled into him. Shifting her face, against him, she let herself stop fighting the feeling. For the first time in as many days as they'd been there she slept deeply and without the fear waking her often--without the fear of how hard he was pushing himself.

[Oliver Queen]

He wasn't sure if her words were said to comfort his own mind, or if she meant them. His gut told him it was the latter. For she sounded genuine, and the fact that she was relaxing more and drifting to sleep, further proved it. His gaze shifted downward, looking at her as her breathing steadied. She was asleep. He softly exhaled, glad that she was getting the rest she needed, and right now . . . refused to think of anything else. The morning would come and he would deal with the emotional consequences his actions had caused both of them. But for right now, he was going to be selfish. He was going to think of nothing else, and no one else apart from Felicity. She was in his arms and they had just spend the last little while expressing their strong feelings for one another. With that in mind, his own eyes began to close. Sleep did not find him as easily, but he knew he had fallen into a light sleep. A more restful one than he'd had in days. Perhaps even weeks.

He hadn't even realized it until his eyes slowly began to open and the sun peaked through the opening of the cave. The fire had died, but it didn't matter for the air had warmed since last night. He looked down, seeing she was still fast asleep. He remained still, not wanting to wake her when she was sleeping so soundly. The inevitable time had come though, where they would have to return to the way things were before. So he wanted to enjoy the moment . . . just a little bit longer.

[Felicity Smoak]

The bed was hard. It made her hurt slightly where she was pressed against it. And her side was cold, but not freezing. Stretching slightly she moved closer to the warm side, the one that pressed into something very strong and smelled like--MAN! Felicity's eyes came opened quickly, like they always did while here. For a few moments in her sleep she would forget where they were and what was after them. For a while she was just sleeping.

However, it only took her a few seconds to remember everything, and a she relaxed into his side, feeling a warmth come over her. Oliver Queen loved her--then loved her on the floor . . . and then on his lap. And then kissed her goodnight while whispering sexy things to her. Laughing slightly, she moved her face to look up at his.

He was awake. Lifting her hand up, she touched his face, while sifting up to kiss him lightly. "Did you sleep?" She asked, hoping he would be honest and tell her if he had or not. It the answer was no, she'd take watch now, while putting her foot down and making him.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver noticed her stir and open her eyes. She was awake. She moved up to kiss him and he closed his eyes, taking in the feel of her lips against his, and using all the strength within him to not start their morning the same way their night had ended. He had let himself feel without overthinking anything . . . and he couldn't do it again. Though it was so hard to think of anything else with her by his side like this. "I did," he told her softly. "Better than I have in a while." Which wasn't entirely a lie. For the little he had slept, it was restful. Knowing that the men would not be going out in the extreme weather conditions . . . and being so intimate with her . . . it had indeed been a restful night.

"Did you?" He asked, wanting to make sure though with how soundly he had seen her sleeping, he knew the answer would be yes. Still, he would feel better hearing it come from her rather than just assuming. Besides, she would need her energy for today -- another reason he was holding back right now. They had another long day ahead of them, but at least today started well. Not by opening his eyes and seeing armed men surrounding them.

[Felicity Smoak]

She smiled when he told her that he had slept. Good! When he turned her question onto her, she smiled even brighter, and let her hand moved over his skin in a casual and relax manner. Moaning slightly at the feeling of contentment, and soreness, "Yeah, I did!" She had not really slept while thinking he was dead, and trying to figure out what to do. When he was alive, she had not slept while trying to get him back.

Moving so that she was resting on her elbows, but still nestled into his side, she let her face hover over his. "After yesterday, and then last night I slept really well." All the running and sexy times had left her dead. Stealing a kiss, she rolled to her back and sat up to look out, while using his shirt to cover herself. "What time do you think it is?"

[Oliver Queen]

Whether she knew it or not, she was making it increasingly difficult for him to just lay here and not pull her into his arms once more and yet again, show her how he felt about her. Her hand moving over him, her light kisses . . . he had to show restraint. He was at least relieved to hear that she had slept well last night, and that his assumptions had been correct. He turned his head to look at her, trying to keep the emotion guarded on his face, but finding that almost as difficult as holding himself back from acting on how he felt for her. Her question gave him a reason to turn away so he forced his gaze to the opening of the tunnel, trying to judge the time of day it was.

"No later than 8." They had slept well into the morning. But not to an alarming point. They could still have a good head start on the men. "How are you feeling?" Physically, more than anything else. She had told him she may not have as much experience as him -- which was a good thing -- so he wanted to make sure she was alright. And that his actions had not been too . . . intense.

[Felicity Smoak]

Eight? Wow, it felt like it should be later. How could he even tell? She looked at the sky but it just looked like sky to her. Felicity knew she was reliant on electronics but her next app down load will be one that teaches her to better read the sun and stars for mapping or time telling . . . cause it apparently is one that might help her for the next adventure.

His next question made her blush and bring her hand up to cover her face for a moment. "Fine. Sore but better then yesterday." Emotionally at least. She would welcome the soreness if it meant that he was alive--And loved her! Reaching for her shirt, she pulled it on, then tossed his over his face while she quickly grabbed for her underthings and pants. "In need of a bath!" She could put her bra on under her shirt, so she worked with the bottoms first.

[Oliver Queen]

He glanced over as she began to dress, knowing he shouldn't let his eyes wander and give her that privacy . . . but also far too tempted to not look. She seemed to pick up on that though, and tossed his shirt which temporarily shielded his vision. He smiled, even if she could not see it and by the time he lowered his shirt from his face, she was somewhat dressed. His gaze fell to the ground where he had her last night and noticed something. Something that . . . took her comment of not as experienced as him to another level. He quietly took a deep breath, keeping himself composed, though felt an array of emotions flood through him. On the one hand it was honor, ecstasy, privilege, joy, and so many other things . . . to know that she had chosen him as her first. But on the flip side, it would make their parting all the more difficult. He had taken something from her that he could never return, and feared how it would make her feel to end this. End them.

Trying not to think about it right now, he reached for his own under clothing and began to dress, pulling his pants over the first layer, and then reached for his shoes which he also put on. Lastly, he pulled his shirt over his head, realizing that she had made a remark about bathing and that he should probably respond to it. Despite his distracted mind. "We'll go to the river to get cleaned up," he told her. He didn't want to withdraw from her. Not yet. But would doing this, encouraging them make it harder in the end? Feeling conflicted, he silently reached for the sticks he had been planning to use for his arrows and quickly sharpened one of them so that he could get some fruit from the higher trees for breakfast.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity smiled as she watched him dress in her normal open manner, not at all thinking about how she'd just hid from him. Even with his scars, Oliver was the best looking man she'd ever met--or seen on TV. She'd looked at photos from his older self (before he 'died'), and while handsome, he wasn't . . . this. There was an marked difference. That Oliver looked like a drunken playboy. This one looked like a hero, and there was a kindness about him. Coldness too, when you were on his 'list', but a kindness to everyone else.

"Good. We both need it. Though the swim to the sub would do it too. It's mostly underwater, both inside and out. The parts that were above the water had the radio." She explained. Walking over to him, she smiled up at him openly, and honestly. "Though I wouldn't mind a bath once we're safe back in the city." She rested her hand on his chest for a moment before walking toward the cave opening.

[Oliver Queen]

He paused when she came over, placing her hand on his chest and speaking words of . . . well, of what he interpreted as suggestion. Ones that he wish he could offer back, in the voice of a promise. But he couldn't. And with every smile she gave him, every touch, every comment . . . she was making this all the more difficult. He needed to refocus on what was important, and it was her. Not what he wanted, not what he wished could be. What mattered was her safety. That she remained out of harm's way. And her being here was the final wake up call that showed how he couldn't protect her. His enemies were stronger and Felicity was suffering for it because of Oliver's weakness. Yes. That was what he constantly needed to remind himself of.

He took a deep breath, regaining his composure as he grabbed everything they had brought with them and followed her outside the cave. He wasn't sure how to comment on what he had seen left in the aftermath of last night. Was there even a need to commment? "The river is just this way," he said softly, as he began to walk toward it. He wasn't physically distancing himself from her -- yet -- but he knew he would have to start emotionally doing so. He needed a distraction of some sort. Arming his bow, he aimed an arrow high toward one of the trees and fired it. It hit its target and a few fruits fell down from the tree. He moved toward it and offered a couple to Felicity. "Breakfast," he stated with a soft smile.

[Felicity Smoak]

His guard was up again, but she knew why. It was because they were back in the woods, being hunted. Her feelings were not hurt, because after the last few days, she didn't blame him for having his guard up. Oliver hated to fail, and he wasn't about to do it twice. Not her Oliver.

When he lead them toward the river, and got them breakfast, she felt herself smiling. "Still no coconut!" She teased, remembering that was what she had asked for the last time she was here. She knew they weren't native to this area, but she still wanted to remind him of the joke. Keep him from feeling too much stress.