So I decided to participate in the Olicity fic a thon which is something I’ve never done before. I’m sure I’m super late and the prompts don’t match up with the schedule. Also, I chose two different prompts, CLOSED DOOR and HIDDEN…hopefully they fall in line. Enjoy! :)
Oliver’s eyes were focused behind the dark shades he was wearing. He sat down at the back of his car watching the crowd swarm and shift through today’s market picks across the way. For the last couple of days, he had been scoping out different spots in Corto Maltese and today brought him to the farmers’ market. He waiting hidden from most of the public and hoping to see her.
There she was. Felicity was just as beautiful as she was before. The year apart made her look even more incredible, which he didn’t think was possible. She was tanned and dressed casual in a jean jacket with a tee, shorts and sneakers. Her face was naked showing off her natural beauty. That was what initially attracted him to her. The aura of normalcy that surrounded her.
Her blonde hair stopped above her shoulders, the long flowing length now gone. Memories of those silky strands falling through cracks of his fingers after they made love. He wondered briefly how the short length would feel gathered in his palms. Their time apart made his heart grow fonder and he missed her so much it hurt. He smiled to himself at the fond memories of their intense time together that could’ve blossomed into so much more before everything was royally screwed up.
Oliver went from being what he thought was a regular guard at the United States Central Intelligence Agency, to being wrapped up in a full blown whistle blower scandal that rocked the entire organization. Suddenly there were dirty double agents hunting down the good agents and he was wrapped up in the middle of it trying to stay afloat. Families began being targeted and he knew he had to get to Felicity first before they learned of her and what she meant to him.
He remembered vividly the night he made love to her knowing they only had a limited amount of time left together. It was the night before he closed the door on what they shared and they were forced to go their separate ways. Calling her name like a starved man running through the desert looking for water. He whispered I love you into all of his kisses emphasizing the passion behind each one. He poured himself into her and she received all of him.
There was no one to blame but himself. He lied…rather held the truth from her. She didn’t even know he worked security for the CIA; she was under the impression that he worked at a regular security firm for businesses around town. The confusion, hurt and anger that clouded her face the next evening when he finally came to her and told her the truth. Coming clean about everything because he was forced to. Her life was inadvertently in danger due to him stumbling onto some major classified information he should not have seen. He confessed to everything while handing her a passport and fake identification to not only leave town, but to leave the country. The catch was that he wasn’t going with her.
He had her a passport, new identity and home set up in a new country. She had so many questions and he couldn’t answer. He could only give her a kiss through her tears, tell her he loved her and that getting her out of sight and away from him was the only goal number.
From his seat, he could hear her talking with a couple of merchants before finally making her way up to the counter.
“Hey Floyd,” Felicity spoke. “How much damage did I do today?” She sat her things on the counter taking them out of the basket.
“Nothing, free of charge. It’s already been taken care of.”
“Really,” she questioned confused. “Why and how?”
“Some guy came up and said he was paying your tab today. Dropped a massive amount of cash and walked off.”
“Who could it have been?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Never laid eyes on him before, seemed like a good looking fella if I would say so myself, so a secret admirer maybe,“ he grinned. "You’re a beautiful young lady so it wouldn’t surprise me someone wanted to get to know you.”
"Yeah,” she smiled to herself. “Maybe, it would be nice to know exactly who though.” She looked around briefly shoving her wallet into her purse. “It was a sweet and appreciated gesture. Whatever is left over, please keep for a tip.”
He bagged her things as they continued to talk and Oliver stay rooted watching Felicity’s every move. As she grabbed her things and walked across the seat to a pizza truck. He laughed to himself recognizing at part of Felicity he remembered vividly. A pizza connoisseur. Oliver already knew what she was ordering. A slice topped with Italian sausage, bell peppers and olives. He always thought it was a weird choice, but never complained when she requested it. He just made sure to order his side as meat lovers.
As he sipped on a black coffee, he was mesmerized by her radiant smile and everyone she came in contact with reciprocated it. In true Felicity fashion, she had an infectious spirit in that way.
Oliver made sure his glasses and hat was secure before he began walking through the heavy traffics back to his car. He kept his head angled down making sure not to draw too much attention to himself as he went back to his car.
As he slipped inside, he took one last look in his rearview mirror at Felicity placing her things in her trunk. He watched her until she was safely in her car. He needed to be somewhere, so he started his engine and sped off in the direction of the shortcut he had found.
Felicity hummed the last lyrics of the Demi Lovato song currently on her shuffle playlist before taking her earbuds off and slipping them into her purse. She dug around for her keys amazed at the amount of trash in her purse and how her keys always ended up right in the bottom. She really needed to put them on her car keys for convenience.
Finally having them in her hand, she slipped inside her place and activated her alarm in one motion. Felicity walked into her beach house with a tired but content sigh. Shopping at the weekly farmers’ market was her favorite Saturday morning activity. She would get all the fruits and vegetables she needed for the week, maybe some flowers for her place and not to mention a slice of pizza that was her weekend guilty pleasure along with the mint chocolate chip ice cream always safely tucked in her freezer.
She checked her phone for any calls or messages from clients happy to see there were none, so maybe sitting down with Hulu or Netflix was in the cards for her.
She was a yoga instructor owning her own studio now. Something she went from doing as a hobby to deal with stress early on in life turned into a legitimate career that she never thought she would do or feel comfortable enough to go far in. After having her world turned upside down by her own boyfriend, she figured why not. After giving herself some time to adjust to another country where there was a big yoga and fitness demand; talking people even working out on the beaches, she thought why not throw her hat into the lucrative ring.
Slipping out of her shoes at the door, she bent down and picked up her mail sifting through looking for anything important amongst the junk.
She stopped by the kitchen and dropped her grocery bags on the counter and stretched with a yawn. Put the groceries up now or later? Before she could decide, she saw a motion coming out of the corner of her eye. It was a person and before she could react, they slipped behind her placing their hand on her mouth cutting off her attempt a scream. She could hear her muffled cries as the strong body grabbed a good hold of her and panic immediately filtered through her blood.
After struggling against them to no avail, she turned on her survival mode cutting off the panic and Felicity went right into defense mechanisms. She dropped everything from her hands and began swinging her legs wildly with the intruder managing to only pin her arms.
Using what she had access to, she brought her feet up and kicked against the island sending herself and the attacker backwards into the counter sending the persons back crashing into it the sharp edge with a jolt of pain. He cried out as his grip loosened and she immediately reached for the knives in the holder.
He somehow managed to quickly recover and grabbed her at the waist this time preventing her from reaching a knife. He picked her up again and carried her out of the kitchen. The panic began returning because the kitchen had a better selection of things she could use as weapons.
Her swings were wild as she turned in his arms hitting him and scratching wherever she could. Face, shoulder, neck. Whatever part of his body, her hands hit, she clawed at.
He hoisted her up in the air as her legs kicked wildly and in a surprise move, he tossed her down on the couch. "Felicity Smoak, please calm down,” the strained voice called. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
She bounced onto the couch and against her better judgement, the sound of her real government name made her freeze. She scrambled to her feet even more confused and slightly more panicked in the moment. No one in Corto Maltese knew her as Felicity. She went by Megan Kuttler ever since she stepped foot over here.
She scrambled in front of her sofa and grabbed ahold of her lamp holding it in front of her as a sort of shield. “Who the hell are you and what do you want with me,” she huffed.
Oliver stepped back slowly pushing the hoodie away revealing his face. He knocked his cap off his head to the floor and held his hands up letting her know he wasn’t there to harm her in any way. He had to admit that he was a bit tired from the struggle with her, but also genuinely surprised as well as proud of Felicity’s self-defense skills.
Felicity gasped dropping the lamp from her hands as it shattered at her feet. Her hands flew to her mouth as she tried to come to terms with who was standing in front of her. His hair was a bit longer, and more scruff lined his jaws giving him a rougher look, but she knew those hypnotic blue eyes anywhere down to those sweet lips.
“Felicity.” There was her name again. Said in only a way he could say it. The way that made her go weak at the knees and send jolts straight to her heart. The way that made her fall in love with him each day.
A gasp mixed with a sob pulled from deep with her. Felicity couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Oliver in the flesh. In Corto Maltese. In her beach house. Oliver Queen, the first man she ever fell deeply in love with and also get her heart broken by. The man she hadn’t seen since he told her she needed to leave and not look back.
“Yes, it’s really me,” he continued in a low soothing voice.
She slowly moved around her couch tentatively towards him and he took it as the invitation to move a bit closer. Finally, they stood in front of each other face to face. Oliver marveled at the beauty of her skin that had been enhanced by the tropical sun, kissed to perfection.
Felicity reached back and with all of her might slapped Oliver. She slapped him hard across his left cheek leaving a stinging sensation against his skin, but also her palm.
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