Author: Elisabeth / dragonydreams
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Summary: Felicity ends up on Lian Yu after escaping from the Triad.
Spoilers/Timeline: Pre-Series/Post-Season 3 Flashbacks
Word Count: 21,850 story / 2,230 this chapter
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to angelskuuipo and apckrfan for beta'ing this and for all of the hand holding as I found myself rushing head first into a new fandom.
Author's Note 1: This story was inspired by watching Romancing the Stone.
Author's Note 2: This is my maiden voyage into the Arrow fandom, so please be kind.
Catch up on AO3.
Oliver handed Felicity the phone again, too overwhelmed to say anything else.
Felicity gave Walter her hotel's phone and room number and they rang off. She sat next to Oliver and pulled him into a hug. He pulled her tight to him, holding on as if for life.
"I'm going home," he said into her neck, over and over.
Felicity squeezed him tighter, knowing she had no way of understanding what he was going through right now.
They were still wrapped around each other when the phone rang.
Felicity reached to answer it since it was still, technically, her room. "Hello?"
"This is Moira Queen, is this Felicity Smoak?"
Felicity squeaked, pushing away from Oliver. "Mrs. Queen, hello. Yes, this is Felicity. I assume you want to talk to Oliver?"
"Yes, may I please speak with my son?"
"Of course," she said. She covered the mouthpiece and whispered, "She called you her son."
"Mom? You spoke with Walter?"
"Yes, Mr. Steele confirmed your story. The jet is being fueled and we are on our way to the airport as soon as I hang up. We should arrive in Hong Kong around 6pm local time, tomorrow."
"I think I'll go to work with Felicity tomorrow, so come to the QC Manufacturing plant when you get in. Walter can tell you where it is."
"Walter will be coming with me. He feels terrible that Felicity has gone through so much because of him."
"I look forward to seeing him again," Oliver said, formally. "I've missed you, Mom."
"I've missed you, too. I'll see you soon."
Oliver hung up. "They're on their way. They'll be here tomorrow."
"And you're coming to work with me?" Felicity asked, quirking her eyebrow.
"I hope that's okay. I kind of don't want to let you out of my sight."
Felicity flushed with warmth. "It's fine with me, but you'll have to convince my team leader to let you past security. Now what did you do with the food?"
Oliver gestured towards the table near the window. "Over there."
Felicity grabbed his hand. "Come on, you need to eat too."
"I don't know if I could keep anything down. I'm too excited."
"Well, you have almost a full day before you're going anywhere, so you may as well eat," Felicity pointed out.
Oliver had ordered simple sandwiches and sodas, which they ate in relative quiet. He was once again lost in his thoughts.
Felicity finished eating and moved to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
"So, what do you think you'll do when you get home?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"I imagine my mom will insist I see a doctor first, and then I want to see Speedy," Oliver said. At Felicity's confused look, he clarified, "My sister, Thea. I used to call her Speedy because she used to run around following me and Tommy when she was little. Tommy was, is, my best friend."
"I'm sure she can't wait to see you either," Felicity grinned. "But why don't you want to see a doctor?"
"What makes you think that?" Oliver bristled.
"The look on your face when you said it," Felicity said, shrugging one shoulder.
Oliver looked almost nervous as he said, "My body has taken a lot of abuse over the past few years. I don't know if I'm ready for my family to know the extent of what I've been through."
Felicity thought about it and realized that she had only seen him fully covered, aside from his face.
"Things like what, if you don't mind me asking?"
Silently, Oliver stood and removed his shirt, bracing himself for her reaction.
Felicity gasped. She was on her feet before she even knew what was happening, one hand extended before her, reaching for him, but stopping before she could actually touch him.
His right shoulder was a mass of scars and there was a row of what looked like puncture marks along the left side of his torso. He had some other scars she couldn't even guess what they were from. Moving around him, her eyes were drawn to the dragon tattoo on his back.
Finishing her circle, she met his eyes and asked, "How did you survive all of this?"
Oliver was surprised to see only wonder in her eyes, not the pity he expected. "There were times when I didn't think that I would," he admitted. Felicity's hands were hovering over his chest, the heat of them setting his skin on fire. He swallowed thickly and whispered, "It's okay to touch them." He silently added, 'To touch me.'
Felicity's eyes bounced up to meet his briefly before returning to his chest. He'd acquired some impressive muscle definition along with the scars. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she brushed her fingertips over the massive scar near his shoulder.
Oliver inhaled sharply, his fingers curling into fists so that he wouldn't push Felicity away. So that he wouldn't pull her closer and do something stupid.
"Is this okay?" she asked quietly, her breath puffing against his skin.
Her fingers gently traced the scar.
"That was from an arrow. I was shot from behind my first day on the island," Oliver told her.
"And this?" she asked, using her other hand to trace the scars on his torso.
"Tortured with a sword," he gruffly told her. The torture her light touches were inflicting on him was something else altogether.
"By the men in the camp?" Felicity guessed.
He nodded. It had been a long time since he'd been touched so gently. Even when he'd been with Sara or Shado, there were never soft touches like this. It was always quick and often rough, stealing pleasure when they could before some bad guy - or Slade - found them.
Finally, Oliver brought his hands up to cover hers. "Felicity," he groaned. She met his eyes and he was relieved to find them just as darkened by lust as his own must have been.
"Yes," she said to his unasked question and before she could blink his lips were on hers.
This kiss was nothing like the pecks on the beach. This was rough, and wet, and needy. Oliver's hands moved to cup her face, pulling her closer as she slid one hand up to the nape of his neck, the other sliding around his back.
Oliver walked them the two paces it took to get to a bed and Felicity fell onto it. She giggled, sliding back on it, reaching for Oliver who was already crawling up the bed and over her.
He trailed kisses up her cloth-covered belly and chest until he was hovering over her.
"Hi," Felicity said, smiling shyly up at him.
Oliver smiled widely. "Hi." He rested on one arm, brushing the hair away from her face with his other hand. "Is this okay?"
Felicity undulated under him, causing him to groan as she brushed against his growing hardness.
"More than," she purred, running her fingers up and down his back. A moment later she paused and turned her head to the side, "Crap!"
Oliver frowned. "What?"
"I don't have...anything," she said, blushing. "I came here for business and I wasn't expecting to meet anyone. I'm guessing they didn't sell condoms on that island of yours. I know I'm clean, but who knows where you've been. No offense."
Oliver buried his face in her neck with a whimper of disappointment, shaking his head. "No, you're right, we should use one." He kissed her behind the ear and felt the shiver that went through her body as her nails bit into his back.
"I think we can find ways to get around that," he told her, kissing his way towards her chest. He sat back so that he was straddling her thighs and slid his hands under her tank top. He waited for her nod of consent before sliding it up her body. She sat up enough for him to lift it over her head. She laughed when he pouted upon seeing her bra.
"Did you really expect me to not be wearing one?" she asked. "We barely know each other and I didn't have seduction in mind for tonight."
"You didn't need to," Oliver said, mesmerized as she reached behind her to remove the offending garment. "You're sexy as hell all on your own."
Felicity's blush extended all the way down her chest, he noted as he bent to take one of her breasts in his mouth. She arched up into him as his teeth and tongue teased her nipples to hardness. Her fingers slid into his long hair, holding him to her. When he switched his attention to her other breast, she made a keening noise she wasn't sure she'd ever made before.
Far too soon, Oliver left her breasts and began to kiss his way down her body. When he reached her shorts, he glanced up at her for permission, which he got in the form of Felicity raising her hips, and pulled them down her smooth legs. He parted her thighs with his hands and settled himself between her legs.
"Don't you want me to touch you?" Felicity offered.
"Later," Oliver grunted. "First I need to taste you."
"Please," Felicity whimpered, feeling the wetness grow between her thighs.
He bent his head and ran his tongue slowly along the full length of her slit before focusing on her clit. "You're so wet," he mumbled against her skin, sending pleasurable sparks along her skin. "I wish I could be inside you."
"Another. Time," Felicity panted. "For now. Just keep. Doing. That." Her voice rose several octaves on the last word as Oliver slid one long finger inside her, stealing her ability to speak.
Her fingers were once again buried in his hair. Needing to touch him. Needing to hold on to something. To him.
His talented tongue already had her close to the edge, and when he added a second finger inside her and grazed his teeth against her clit, she fell right over it, his name on her lips. Her body writhed as pleasure spread through her entire body, leaving her languid and sated.
Oliver crawled back up the bed, lying next to her. Felicity rolled against his side, propping her head on his chest as he stroked her back. "That was incredible," she purred, pressing into his side. "You're really good at that."
Oliver tried not to look smug as he said, "Thank you."
He slowly brought his mouth to hers, waiting to see if she'd be repulsed by her own taste, but she surged up to meet him, kissing him thoroughly.
He rolled so they were both on their sides, lips still devouring each other's. It wasn't long before he felt Felicity's hands sliding down his chest to his pants. She had the button open and zipper down before he'd even realized what she was doing and helped her to shove his pants and boxers down his legs. He broke the kiss to kick them off, but those few seconds felt like an eternity to be separated.
She ran a hand over his hip before sliding it towards her goal. He bucked as she wrapped her hand around his erection, biting her bottom lip. She whimpered in answer to his groan and began to stroke him with firm, even strokes.
He pressed into her hand, marveling at how she seemed to know how to touch him just right. When she broke the kiss and started to move down his body, he stopped her.
"Don't you want me to…" she nodded her head towards where she was still stroking him, "return the favor?"
"Maybe some other time," Oliver managed to say, although he wasn't sure how he was able to form words. "Right now I just really need to keep kissing you."
Her lips recaptured his and he moaned into her mouth, one hand cupping her cheek as the other reached for a breast.
She alternated her strokes, sometimes focusing on the head before moving down to the base, and then back up again. She slid her other hand between his thighs and began to gently massage his balls.
That seemed to be too much for Oliver and without warning he began to come. She continued to stroke him through his orgasm until he had to push her hand away from his over-sensitized flesh.
He flopped onto his back. Felicity gave him a quick peck on his lips before rising from the bed. He could hear water running in the bathroom and then Felicity was back with a damp washcloth, wiping his spend from his belly. He was vaguely aware of her tossing the cloth towards the bathroom.
"Up, you," Felicity instructed. "We need to get under the covers."
Oliver groaned, but did as she asked. He had a feeling that he would always do what she asked. Under normal circumstances a thought like that would scare him, but he felt too good and too tired to worry about it now.
Felicity set the alarm on the bedside clock since she still hadn't tested her phone and turned off the lights in the room before joining Oliver in bed. She lay on her side and soon felt Oliver mold himself to her back, one arm draped across her belly. Minutes later she was asleep.