Love And Sex Become One And The Same (A 320 Flashback)
So, the Arrow writers have been serving up some nostalgic flashbacks since season 8 started. However, when Oliver went back to Nanda Parbat in 803, I noticed one flashback they did not serve up---Oliver and Felicity’s iconic sex scene from 320. I felt a little cheated. So, I wrote one for myself. I have personally discovered that the past can often soften the blow of how much the future can dictate events. That night they shared together in Nanda Parbat was a turning point for Olicity and I want to honor it in my own way by revisiting that moment when everything between them changed forever.
Right up to the moment he took off her glasses, Felicity had fully intended to tell Oliver she was in love with him. She was also ready to show him just how much. When their lips crashed together for the second time that year, Felicity lost all thoughts of her life ever being the same again. Not that it didn’t have so many drastic changes in it already over the past three years. Oliver brought her into his life, into his crusade, and made her realize that despite the darkness that propelled him, despite how much he has endured since the island and beyond, she believed in him. She had told him this up in that clock tower last year when he was faltering in doubts and loss. Now that that belief has transpired into love, in her heart and the yearning in her body---Felicity gave herself to him with a surety she had never felt before in her life.
As much as she hated to admit it, Ra’s was right about one thing. Oliver was her heart’s desire and would be as long as she was drawing breath to tell him. When Oliver picked her up and carried her over to the bed, Felicity felt that desire explode and she was ready to speak to him with her body. He felt solid beneath her, and as she ran her hands over his chest, a subconscious sense of safety washed through her, as if his physical attributes would always be there to keep her safe.
Then she lost herself in the act of lovemaking. Ecstasy mixed with the desire in her heart and her whole world came down to Oliver’s touch and his presence inside her. Their passions had been kept in check for so long, a longing for one another that almost felt ominous. It was now a force creating a bond that would keep them together, in spite of Oliver’s intent to send her away and stay in Nanda Parbat. It was the hero persona inside him that gave him the courage to keep Thea safe and away from Ra’s. He told Felicity on the plane that he had failed in that intent. That he was responsible for that failure and his sacrifice to Ra’s was atonement for that sin.
Oliver made her tremble as his weight on her felt like a cloud had enveloped her. Felicity wanted to pull him in closer as if she was inviting him to live under her skin. His sexual fury increased as she felt him let himself become vulnerable. His body jerked and spasmed as he reached his own climax, his own climb to the top of the world. Felicity also made that same climb as she let Oliver know it was alright for him to be and feel loved.
Felicity closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure moving through her body make her feel more alive than she had ever felt. It was almost like a legacy, an endgame in some final certainty that she would find such feelings in her with more clarity. Sex and love became one and the same as she let herself go and reached for that transition
“Felicity, you’re remarkable…and so beautiful,” Oliver whispered in her ear, increasing the intensity of her orgasm. Both of them were breathing hard, and Felicity was momentarily astonished by Oliver’s words, how they reached her so clearly and so precise in the chaos of her climax.
She clung to him as he winded down from their intimacy. His weight on her was sweetness incarnate. And a sudden fear shot through her as her own sexual heights began to come back down to earth. What if this would be the only time they would share themselves with each other? What if she never sees him again. Was it all for nothing? Were they destined to be apart, regardless of how much passion flowed through them? Felicity lay there as the soft glow of the candles around them gave her perspective a flickering light. What if she was wrong when she stole some of that magic dust stuff to help Oliver see reason? A small modem of guilt mixed in with the afterglow of their sex and Felicity did not want to move, did not want to put in motion a part of her that felt she was betraying him.
Then Oliver was gently rolling off her and onto his back. The loss of his weight on her brought back some of her fears, the same fears she had of losing him when he kept his distance from her for all these months. She almost reached for him, to pull him back onto her as if he could keep her grounded. But she stayed her hand and let him go.
“Felicity,” Oliver spoke next to her. “Are you okay? I was expecting a cheerful babble, some kind of response to what just happened.”
She let herself smile and turned toward him. “I’m babbling on the inside,” she told him. “To be honest, I don’t have any words to say. I know that I love you, and maybe that’s enough.”
“It is enough,” Oliver replied. “Always.”
Felicity steeled herself as if she was preparing for that betrayal. “I also know that I’m suddenly thirsty,” she said to him. “Maybe there’s something around here I can get to honor our…uh…our coming together. Something alcoholic if we’re lucky.”
Oliver was open to anything.
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