Well everyone, another update. This is where the M rating comes into play. It's my first attempt at writing any scenes with sexual content, so keep that in mind.

Despite everything in him calling him to mirror Felicity's curled up posture and forget, he straightened his back and shoulders and set about assessing Felicity's condition whilst mentally cataloging any and all wounds. It didn't take long for Oliver to realise that Felicity's body was littered with pathways of cuts and bruises. Resolutely he strode grim faced into his en-suite bathroom, where he gathered the fully stocked medical case under the sink and grabbed the sweats and t-shirt he'd left sitting on top of the closed clothes hamper this morning. It seemed like such a long time ago, this morning. Tommy had been alive.

Forcing the thought down, he quickly made his way back to Felicity's side and began carefully removing her coat and shoes before he set about treating any visible wounds. It was only when he went to remove her blouse in order to assess the rest of her injuries that he froze. It was in that moment that it dawned on him again, this was Felicity. Felicity, who became flustered when she said highly inappropriate things, when he brushed her hand or arm accidentally, yet here she was stoic and unresponsive. She was in no condition to care for herself in her current state of shock, yet he felt so very wrong touching her whilst she wasn't really present. So he did the only thing he felt he could do. He talked to her. As he set to resume the treatment of her wounds he talked her through his actions, he spoke quickly as he removed her clothes and began wiping and treating any cuts he encountered.

When he finished her upper half, he quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head, exhaling loudly before he eased her upright, leaning against him and removed her skirt. Maybe it was the shock of seeing her long legs completely exposed but he stilled and swallowed his half spoken curse. It was her squeezing of his arms that pulled him back into the present.

Felicity felt like she was floating, not quite there. Perhaps, that's why when Oliver began to talk her through his dressing of her wounds which finally drew her back. All she knew was that she was suddenly aware of her body, aware of Oliver's hands on her body. But it was when he removed her skirt and his sharp intake of breath that made the hands he placed on his arms for balance tighten, nails embedding in the skin of his arms which triggered her to return fully to herself. She felt the shaking start from deep within her and spread outwards, her breaths uneven and too fast to really catch her breath. She suddenly found herself crushed into Oliver's chest, his arms banded around her tight, almost painfully as he tucked her head into the curve of his neck.

It was really his mumbled words that forced her to calm her breathing, she inhaled the scent that was uniquely Oliver's. It was musky with a hint of sweat but warm and comforting, it was all Oliver, no hint of his expensive aftershave that was befitting of his Oliver Queen, playboy persona. Felicity brought her own arms around Oliver as she too pulled him tighter and strained to hear what he was saying.

Felicity inhaled deeply, despite the lessening of the rushing in her ears she still couldn't hear what Oliver was saying. So it was when she stepped back on her left leg to speak that the pain flared and her knee buckled. But before she could fall Oliver had her against his side and shuffled her backwards, easing her down so she was once again sitting on the edge of the bed. Felicity's eyes jerked upward at the strangled sound that emerged from Oliver's throat, his gaze locked on her legs. She looked down and blinked in shock at the large gash on her inner left thigh. Felicity watched as Oliver knelt before her, assessed the gash and set about treating it. Luckily it wasn't that deep and Oliver had quickly cleaned the wound placed butterfly bandages along it, before he placed some gauze over it and wrapped a stripe of bandage over the top, to keep the wound sealed and covered. It was only when he'd finished and Felicity's lifted her gaze from the hands that lay on top of her thighs that she looked up into his face. I could have lost him tonight. "I could have lost you." It took a moment for Felicity to realise that Oliver had mirrored her thoughts and spoke aloud. When he spoke again his eyes were burning and his hands tightened their grip. "I couldn't have bared it, Tommy's-, he's-"

"I know," Felicity murmured in an attempt to ease his obvious pain. She cupped his face, and repeated in a whisper, "I Know." Felicity jerked in surprise as Oliver pushed up abruptly bringing his mouth down on hers. The kiss was desperate and drugging pulling her under. Felicity weakly attempted to pull away, to break the kiss. But the ragged protest that emerged from him froze her, her face inches from Oliver's. His eyes were full of sadness, such unbearable sadness.

"Please…" Oliver breathed. Her resolve cracked, with that one whispered plea. She knew she should push him away, tell him he was in no state for this to happen. When it felt like her strength was beginning to gather again, she withdrew a little more, but the tear that slipped free from Oliver's eyes and traveled slowly down his cheek, broke what little resolve she'd gathered. Easing forward gently, Felicity trailed her hands down his checks and the length of his neck, leaning forward, her lips brushed his. Once, twice and a final soft third time.

she pulled softly back to see Oliver watching her, waiting for her to make the final move. Gently, timidly she swept her tongue over Oliver's lower lip. That's all it took, that simple timid sweep of her tongue for whatever tenuous hold Oliver had held over himself to snap. Suddenly Oliver pushed upright, breaking the kiss and tearing his t-shirt off over his head. Felicity without thought pushed up right and mirrored his movements, removing her own t-shirt. Before it could register with herself that that not only was she standing almost naked in front of Oliver, this was in fact not a daydream. This was really happening., it wasn't her over-active imagination running away from her whilst she watched Oliver workout in the foundry. Oliver's mouth crushed hers as his arms banded around her back.

Felicity felt the tell-tale sign of her bra opening at the clasp before Oliver tugged that down her arms. The material of sweat bottoms brushed her thighs, briefly before she felt the material skim her legs as they fell to the ground. Both of their chests were heaving, their breaths sounding harsh in the stillness of the room. stretching gently on tiptoe, Felicity wound her arms around Oliver's neck, she gasped loudly as she realised that she could feel nothing but Oliver's skin touching her. But before she could say anything, she found herself tumbling backwards.

Oliver tumbled them onto the large mattress behind her, trailing his mouth down her neck and biting her pulse-point. Gasping, Felicity arched her back as Oliver's hands slid down the length of her torso, to remove the last barrier that kept her skin from his. Felicity gasped as Oliver reached between them and trailed his fingertips between her legs, a sob bubbling free from her throat. She gasped as his hand slid to the back of her thigh hitching her leg up as he settled between her thighs. Her hands tore up his back, digging deep as he slid deep inside her. Felicity's breathe caught in her throat, her eyes sought Oliver's, desperately seeking some kind of connection beyond the physical. But Oliver's gaze wouldn't meet hers. Instead he buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping her neck and collarbone as his thrusts increased. Despite Felicity's attempts to regain her senses, to return her focus, the sensations within her kept building. Her muscles tightening with each deepening thrust, before her muscles contracted sharply in release, Oliver's body tightened, mirroring her own as he groaned loudly in release.

Slowly Felicity's breathing slowed and despite Oliver's weight slumped upon her, her senses and wits slowly returned. Despite everything in her wanting to relax and soften in the wake of her and Oliver being together in a way she'd only imagined, her muscles stiffened. Oliver must have felt the change, because he slowly slid free of her body and pushed his weight to his arms. Felicity's eyes flew to meet Oliver's gaze, but as her eyes connected with his, he turned his head and pulled away from her.

The coldness that had been slowly seeping in, sharply increased. Desperately Felicity grabbed the rumpled sheets, covering herself. "Oliver?" Felicity whispered. But he merely shook his head and disappeared into the closet. Eyes burning, Felicity blinked repeatedly, breathing in sharply. She felt the sobs building in her chest. Quickly she slid from the bed, her leg throbbing in protest in response not only to her actions mere minutes ago but to her attempt to hurriedly cross the floor. Ignoring the pain Felicity fled to the bathroom, clutching the sheet tightly. Turning the water taps on strong, she sunk to the floor, tears spilling down her face, her hand clasped over her mouth in a desperate attempt to quiet the sobs tearing free.

As Oliver slammed closed his closet door, bathing himself in darkness he lent back against the door and banged his head repeatedly against the wood in anger. How could he have let that happen? How could he have done that with Felicity knowing he could never truly give her everything she deserved. Everything about Felicity was light and good and now he couldn't help but think he'd tainted her. Maybe in someway or someday he could make himself worthy of her somehow.

But worry overtook him as he heard the bathroom door close, What was she doing up? she should be resting her leg, especially after what had just happened between them. His whole body stiffened when he heard the unmistakable sound of sobs over the sound of rushing water. He'd made her cry, beautiful, smiling Felicity, the woman that saw the good in everyone and everything. The source of light and brightness that wrapped around him after he returned from his missions. He'd made her cry.

Oliver knew in that moment, what he'd always known, what had made him keep his distance from Felicity despite the strength of the bond he felt growing between them more with each passing day, He would never be worthy of her, because she deserved more, Felicity deserved everything.

Oliver resoundingly wiped the tear, that he hadn't notice slip free from his cheek and quickly dressed in jeans and a shirt, gathered a grip bag and filled it with clothes. He exited the room and quickly put on his shoes. he could still hear the faint sound of Felicity's sobs through the door. He couldn't leave without saying goodbye, yet he couldn't bear to face her. so quickly he went to his desk and wrote a note, he was a coward, but he couldn't leave without saying goodbye to her. Felicity deserved so much more than him.

Eventually the sobs lapsed, the tear tracks dried on her cheeks. Felicity knew that she couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, she would have to face what they had done, face Oliver. Felicity quickly washed her face and combed her hair in an attempt to restore some order before she took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

"Oliver?" Felicity called. But there was no response and she knew by the stillness that he was gone, she was alone. Catching sight of a piece of paper laying on the empty and rumpled sheets, Felicity approached the bed and with shaking hands reached for it.

Felicity,

I'm sorry. You're probably as confused as I am right now. But after everything that happened, And all that happened between us tonight. I couldn't stay. And I know that makes me a coward. But like my father, I have FAILED this city and everyone in it. My family, Tommy, Laurel, Digg. And you, Felicity, I have failed you. I should never have let what happened between us, happen. You deserved more than that, more than me. And I don't know how to make everything right again. I'm not coming back Felicity. Don't look for me because you won't find me. I've left you some funds, do whatever you want with it, find a new job or relocate, maybe travel and see the world beyond Starling City. Whatever it is you want to do. Just forget me, move on from all the horror that I've brought into your life in the past year. And whatever it is you do, just be happy.

Oliver

Tear slipped freely down her face as she crumpled to the floor. He was gone, he'd left. Left everyone, his family, Laurel, Digg. Her. He'd left her.

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