What happens when Oliver gets drugged by his crazy stalker, Cupid, and he gets left alone with Felicity?
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Oliver, Digg and Roy made their way down the stairs of the Foundry. From the sound of a very loud footfall, Felicity would guess that the mission didn’t go exactly as planned. They had been trying to find a woman who had killed several men on the club scene, ones who had done some minor bad things, but bad things none the less. Drug dealings, illegal shipping’s of goods, stuff like that. Since this lady was killing them, without a second thought, naturally the team had thought it would be good to bring her in. They learned pretty quickly however that this woman was crazy. She was obsessed with the Arrow. They had tracked down where her lair was and it was…disturbing to say the least. Pictures and news clippings of the Arrow covered the walls and a shrine had been built. Felicity hadn’t been there to see it, staying safely in the Foundry but when Digg told her what they saw, she had been severely creeped out. They were following another lead tonight.
Felicity didn’t look up from what she was doing. “You find your creepy stalker yet?”
Oliver huffed in annoyance. “Unfortunately yes,” Oliver set his bow down and removed his quiver. “We weren’t ready when she showed up and she was more skilled than we first gave her credit for. I need you to weed out some possibilities.”
Roy chuckled behind Oliver. “Yeah, Oliver got a good look at her, when she got all up close and personal.” Felicity’s fingers froze over the keyboard.
“You didn’t let her kiss you, did you?” Felicity turned and stood.
“Jealous, Blondie?” Felicity shot Roy a glare before turning her attention back to Oliver. He seemed a little sweatier than usual; his eyes held…something that Felicity couldn’t pin. It just made her freak out even more.
“No, I got the toxicology report from the precinct. The man’s lips were laced with Conium Maculatum or Hemlock as it’s commonly called. It causes respiratory paralysis. Are you having trouble breathing? If she kissed you Oliver—”
“She tried, believe me, but I put her in her place. She didn’t take that very well.” Digg handed Felicity an arrow. It was black except for the head, with was bright red and in the shape of a heart.
“She tried to stick me with this. I managed to cut her, so there should be some blood left on it. Calls herself Cupid.” Felicity held the arrow gingerly and looked at it up and down.
“If she wasn’t so dangerous I might laugh at this girl’s admiration. She’s taken fangirl to a whole new level.” Oliver’s eyebrow drew together.
‘Fangirl?’ He mouth to Digg and Roy. Roy waved his hand is dismissal. Felicity put the arrow underneath the magnifying glass that sat on what Felicity called the Science Table. It was where they stored the microscopes and Oliver’s magic herbs.
“There is definitely some blood on this.” Felicity suppressed a gagging noise. “I’ll get right on the blood analysis.” The boys continued to get out of their suits and put their weapons away. Felicity started the analysis and sat back. It had been quiet in Starling beside this crazy Cupid. Felicity had her regular scans up and running, with nothing else to really do.
“Anyone hungry?” Roy asked donning his usual red hoodie. The rest of the group had changed as while. Digg in street clothes and Oliver in workout ones.
“Hell yes!” Felicity grinned. “Just grab me whatever. I could eat anything right now.” Felicity rubbed her stomach. Digg clapped Roy on the back.
“C’mon man, let’s go get that food.” The two of them made their way up the stairs. Oliver shed his shirt without a second word. He walked over to the salmon ladder and began to jump furiously. The clanging of the metal bar hitting the ladder filled the room. Felicity stared at him for a moment before speaking.
“In case the blood doesn’t match with any databases, you want to tell me what happened? Like, what does she look like?”
“Redhead,” Oliver grunted, never stopping pace. “Slight, inch or two shorter than me, green eyes.” Oliver dropped to the floor and started climbing again. Felicity raised an eyebrow.
“You got close enough to see her eye colour? In the dark?” Felicity suddenly felt a very possessive feeling in her chest. “What did she do?”
Oliver dropped and started again. “She put her arms around my neck.” Felicity’s nails dug into the arm of her chair. “I was going to see if I could gage how dangerous she was. She seemed harmless.”
Felicity scoffed. “Yeah, poisoning men by kissing them is totally harmless.” She leaned back to look up at Oliver. “When did you realize she wasn’t so innocent?”
“I told her she had to stop. She said she loved me, I told her she didn’t even know me and killing for me is something I wouldn’t tolerate. She kept insisting that we would be together so I said that we never would be. She got angry fast, and showed skills I debuted she had. She was taking on Digg and me when Roy showed up to help and she took off.” Oliver dropped to the floor and began again. That’s when Felicity saw something.
“You want to slow down? That’s the sixth time you’ve started over.” Felicity looked over at him. He looked exhausted but his body kept moving. She stood and came around her desk to stand in front of the ladder. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” He grumbled. “I just feel like I have a bunch of energy.” He looked ‘off’ to Felicity. His skin was more flushed than usual.
“I think you—” The computer beeped, signaling the end of the blood analysis. Oliver stopped and dropped. Felicity brought up information. “Carrie Cutter.” She stated. Oliver walked up behind Felicity to look at the screen. “That her?” Felicity waited for a response that never came.
Oliver didn’t know what was wrong. He felt like he had just run a marathon yet like he still had energy to spare. He thought that the salmon ladder would work off that steam. It seemed to only feel more aware. He pushed forward and upward, his body screaming in protest, yet the need in his body growing. He looked down at Felicity. Her face was still flushed with concern from when she thought Cupid had kissed him. She had sounded jealous at first, till she began to explain how the deaths occurred, that’s when the fear showed up. He didn’t know Felicity would be jealous, sure if another guy kissed her, he would probably punch him. But that was different. Felicity didn’t get jealous. He kept telling her that he was alright, even though he didn’t feel okay. Soon the computer beeped and Oliver dropped to the floor. Felicity stood in front of her computers, looking down at the picture.
“Carrie Cutter.” Oliver stared at the back of Felicity’s head. He felt this, pull, towards her. She also smelt amazing, something floral with cinnamon. She wore a tight blue skirt with a white blouse with pink flower patterns. “That her?” Oliver could barely hear Felicity, his heart was pounding too loudly. His breath came out in short, raspy breaths. Oliver closed the space between them and kissed the exposed skin at Felicity’s neck. His hands gripped her waist as he pulled her flush against him.
“Oliver!” Felicity said in surprise. Oliver kissed across her shoulder and nudged the fabric of her shirt away to expose more skin. He bit down hard on her flesh. Felicity let a groan escape before she ripped his hands away from her waist and spun around. She quickly pulled her shirt back up to sit on her shoulder while taking a step back towards her desk. Oliver’s chest was heaving; uneven breathes coming in and out. He still didn’t know what was wrong with him, but for a moment while he kissed Felicity, the energy felt like it was disappearing. He wanted to feel the energy gone.
“Oliver, what’s wrong with you?” Felicity stood there with one hand braced on her desk and the other fisted in the fabric of her shirt as she tried to control her breathing. Oliver knew exactly how to get rid of his extra energy. He lunged at Felicity, grabbing her face and bringing it to his. Their lips crashed together and Oliver pushed further towards Felicity, trapping the hand that held her shirt in between their chests. He took her bottom lip in his mouth and sucked on it. Oliver pulled on her lip, biting harshly. He dragged her lip away from her face and stared at her blue eyes. He returned to kissing her like he was drowning and she was the life preserver. Felicity lifted the hand that wasn’t trapped between them and gave Oliver’s chest a shove. He growled into her mouth but didn’t stop. His tongue snaked inside her mouth, tangling with hers, licking the top of her mouth. The energy was fading away and Oliver’s body refused to stop until it was all gone.
Felicity had no idea what exactly was happening. Oliver had attacked her with his mouth and even though she shoved him, he hadn’t stopped. This was a very bad sign. Of course it was possible that Oliver had wanted to kiss Felicity for awhile but she knew that if she tried to push him away, he would stop. Maybe say some apologies, maybe even leave the Foundry for the night. That wasn’t happening. Oliver obliviously wasn’t in the right frame of mind at the moment. This kiss was absolutely devastating. Felicity barely had time to breathe into between twists of the head and the pulling and biting of her lips. She didn’t know where Oliver was going to go with this, but she was absolutely sure that she would not go down that road with him in this state. Something was very wrong with him. One of his hands gripped the back of her neck while the other drifted down to her waist and around her back. He snatched up a handful of her shirt and pulled up, untucking it from her skirt. Felicity had to resort to hitting Oliver on the shoulder, trying to somehow knock some sense into him.
“Oliver….get……off…..” She managed to gasp out in between the lifting of their lips. He listened to some extent. He pulled his lips from hers and kissed across her jaw and down the column of her throat. Oliver began to suck ruthlessly on her skin, causing almost immediate bruising. The hand that had clutched the back of her neck now rested with the other on the skin of her back. Oliver was too heavy to push off. Even if Felicity had both use of her hands.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into Oliver but you need to stop.” She began to push again. Oliver’s growl reverberated through Felicity’s neck as an arm banded around her back and she was lifted almost cleanly off the ground. Oliver sucked harder on her skin, having better access with her being lifted higher. Oliver’s fingers gripped Felicity’s skin so hard that tears blurred her vision. Her pushing became more frantic as Oliver’s lips drifted past her collarbone.
“Oliver!” Felicity yelled in panic. She had no idea what she was going to do. Oliver wasn’t stopping and she really didn’t want to know how far he would go. Tears began to stream down her face as she pushed as hard as she could.
“Oliver please stop!” She screamed in a last futile attempt to make him listen to her.
“Hey!”
“Oliver let go!” Felicity looked up to see Digg racing towards her and Roy jumping over the railing of the Foundry stairs, their dinner forgotten on the steps. Two pairs of strong hands wrapped around Oliver’s arms and began to pull him away from Felicity. It took both Roy and Digg to get Oliver off and a few feet away from Felicity. She straightened her clothes without taking her eyes off of him. He was fighting against the two men, thrashing around like a wild animal.
“Get off! She’s mine! You can’t have her!” Felicity put a hand to her mouth to contain her sobbing noise. Oliver wrenched his right arm out of Roy’s grasp and hit Diggle in the side of the head. Digg’s grip loosened enough for Oliver to get free and spin around the backhand Roy. Roy lost his footing and fell with his head connecting with the med table. Oliver turned back to Digg who was un-holstering his gun as he picked himself up off the floor. Oliver kicked the gun out of his hand and landed a punch that sent Digg to the floor. With both of the men incapacitated Oliver made his way back over to Felicity. She shuffled around the side of her desk, not risking taking her eyes off Oliver. He looked…content with having gotten Digg and Roy out of the way.
“Oliver please don’t,” Felicity whimpered. Oliver caught Felicity by the wrist and pulled her to him. He brought his hand up to cup the back of her neck and drew her into bruising kiss. Felicity whined into the kiss. Oliver pulled back, lips a breath away.
“Mine.” He snarled. Some more tears fell down her face and Oliver’s eyes soften. He cupped her face and kissed the tip of her nose. “Mine.” He said softer. The next kiss landed on her forehead as he stroked her cheekbones. “Mine.” Felicity let out a shuttering breath. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes to steady herself.
Her computers beeped and Oliver looked down at Felicity. “Do you need to do work?” Felicity nodded cautiously and Oliver smiled broadly. He tugged her back to the front of her desk and sat in her chair. He made a gesture for her to sit with him and when she hesitated he gave an impatient eye roll. Oliver grabbed her forearm and yanked her into his lap. He scooted the chair closer to the desk until Felicity’s stomach hit it. She was trapped between her desk and Oliver. Oliver wrapped arms around Felicity and he placed his chin on her shoulder. A noise sounded behind them as Digg stood. Oliver made an angry noise at the back of his throat. His arms tightened around Felicity, almost painfully.
“Oliver,” She whispered. He wouldn’t look at her, but kept his head turned to listen for Digg approaching. “Oliver.” His eyes flicked to hers as she turned in his lap as much as she could. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”
“It’s not okay, they scared you.” Felicity cocked her head to the side in confusion.
“You think—Oliver, Roy and Digg didn’t scare me. You did.” Oliver’s face twisted in hurt.
“The tears were because of me?” Felicity nodded and Oliver pulled Felicity into an awkward side hug. She raised one hand to cup his face and looked at him softly. Her fingers brushed against something on the back of his neck. She pulled at it till it came off. In between her fingers, Felicity held a small, clear, plastic circle. Digg rounded the chair quietly and cautiously.
“Mine!” Oliver barked. Felicity flinched at his words but tried to calm him down.
“Oliver it’s okay, I’m alright.” She twisted to look at Digg. “I found this on the back of his neck. It’s probably what’s made him like this. I bet Cupid stuck this on him when she put her hands around his neck.” Digg took the plastic and set it on the Science Table.
“Felicity? Are you okay?” She bit her lip and nodded.
“Yeah, go look after Roy. He hit his head pretty hard.” Digg glanced over at Roy before looking back at Felicity.
“I want to grab a blood sample from Oliver, get him cured quick.”
“Oliver?” Felicity said holding his wrist. “I’ll make you a deal. If you let Digg take a blood sample from you, I’ll let you stay with me while I do my work.” She spoke as if talking to a child. Oliver pondered the idea, then nodded. Digg took the blood sample and gave it to Felicity to analyze. Felicity sat quietly at her desk, typing away as Oliver too stayed quiet. Felicity felt Oliver shift forward, mouth lifting to the shell of her ear.
“I want you to be mine forever, Felicity. You and me, forever.” Felicity bit her lip to keep from bursting into tears. Under different circumstances, she would love to hear Oliver say those words. But at that moment it felt like a stab in the heart and Felicity prayed that they could get Oliver back to being himself soon. She knew she would just have to hold out until then.
