Survive - Arrow Fanfiction

Chapter Seventeen

It's terrifying how someone's life can change in a matter of hours. Oliva is not a stranger to that, but it's never been for the better. A week ago her days were spent training and hunting for food, topped off with the stress of dodging mercenaries and dealing with her pesky feelings for Slade. Now she spends her days in a cloud of pleasure as Slade's new mission seems to be discovering what makes her tick, and judging by the ghost of a smirk on his lips each time he has her crying out and clutching onto him as he brings her to orgasm, he's thoroughly enjoying his new mission.

Not wanting to be outdone by the gruff Slade Wilson of all people, Olivia of course makes it her own mission to reciprocate. She traces every scar and every freckle with her fingertips and her lips as she explores his skin, relishing in every groan and the tightening of his fingers in her hair that he seems to be fond of wrapping around his hand. Her greatest joy in life right now is seeing the stoic Slade Wilson come apart and lose control because of her.

Still, Slade has some control over his actions, because despite her best efforts to persuade him, Slade won't have sex with her again. She is not a fool, and despite the risk that it poses, she wants almost nothing more than to have him inside of her again. Plus she's pretty sure that even she is unlucky enough to end up stranded on an island filled with men intent on killing her and end up knocked up. But Slade is unwilling to take the chance.

"You might not be that unlucky kid," he'd said as he trailed his lips down her stomach. "But I am."

They don't leave the fuselage for days, and it's one of the happiest times of her life.

Still, they're running low on food, and despite her wishes to stay in their private little bubble, they need to hunt. When she wakes that morning, she makes to get out of bed but Slade pulls her back and pulls her tightly against him. He hums against her sleepily and presses his face against her shoulder. "Morning," he rumbles, pulling her impossibly tighter against him. He pushes his hips against her backside, and she wants nothing more than to press her hips back and let his erection slide into her, but she resists.

"Morning," she replies gently. Catching the hand sliding down her stomach, she twines her fingers in his and lifts their joined hands to press a kiss to the back of his. "We're running low on food," she reminds him. He ignores her, his mouth caressing the tender skin of her neck causing her to shiver.

"Slade," she warns, though she makes no move to push him away. "Seriously, we need to hunt."

With an indignant huff, Slade pulls his mouth away. "Since when do you offer to hunt Kid?" he grumbles, flipping over onto his back.

"Since we won't have any food left if we don't go out today." There's an uncommitted grunt behind her, so Olivia rolls over and straddles him. She runs her hands down his chest, her fingers tracing his tanned skin as she tries to coax him out of bed. "Come on. The sooner we do it the sooner we can come back."

"Not yet," he says, his hands framing her hips as his sleepy eyes take her in.

She has never been a modest person, and despite the new scars that have ruined her once perfect skin, Slade does not look at them with disdain. Dark eyes linger on the scars left from the torture Wintergreen inflicted upon her, and when they flick back to hers, she does not see the pity or anger that she had expected. She sees pride.

In fact, the way he's looking up at her right now, she's pretty sure it makes her all the more attractive to him. He makes her feel beautiful, even despite her current lack of grooming. Olivia Queen has always been beautiful, it is something she has known back when she was a teenager and naively thought that beauty meant something. There has been a long trail of men who have told her how beautiful she is, but it is the first time in her life that another person's reaction to her body has mattered to her.

Olivia smiles down at him and leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips. Slade tries to deepen it but Olivia pulls back with a teasing smile and pushes him down firmly as he tries to sit up. Smile widening, Olivia sits up and grinds down along Slade's hard erection. The answering groan he gives is delicious. Strong hands land on Olivia's hips and tighten in warning as she goes to do it again.

Olivia rolls her eyes at Slade who looks torn between want and frustration. "I wasn't going to-"

"Olivia," Slade warns.

Sighing in exasperation, Olivia bends down and presses a quick, hard kiss to his lips. His hips buck up instinctively, and Olivia relishes in the feel of him against her. "Is it so bad that I want to feel you against the place I want you most?" she whispers, her voice breaking as she bares her hips down once more. She doesn't give him a chance to answer as she places her hands on his shoulder and pushes up.

Slade let out a pained hiss between clenched teeth. "Crap!" Olivia says, quickly moving her hand. "I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Panicking, Olivia's eyes flick down to his wounded shoulder. With gentle fingers, Olivia runs her fingers over the puckered skin of his gunshot wound.

"I'm fine-"

"No you're not! I'm so stupid I didn't think and I got carried away-"

"Olivia," Slade interrupts, amusement and irritation clouding his eyes. "I'm fine. That magic tea isn't half bad," he rumbles as he pulls her down and captures his lips.

Olivia makes to pull away but Slade's hand wraps around her braid and curls it into his fist. She can't move even if she wants to. "But your shoulder-,"

"Is fine," Slade insists. Olivia makes to argue but she is helpless as Slade claims her mouth once more, but the mood is gone and she's desperately hungry, so with a sigh she pulls away as Slade releases his grip on her hair. Olivia shakes her hair free from her braid, allowing the blond waves to flow down her back and arms, framing them both as she leans back down to place a kiss on his lips.

Slade fingers the soft tresses. "Your hair's too long. It's impractical."

Olivia sighs. "I don't exactly see a salon around, do you? Besides, I thought that you loved my hair."

"I have a knife."

She pulls back then and sternly replies, "Your knife is not going anywhere near my hair."

He smiles, and damn, it takes her breath away at how free and unburdened he looks. Still, her belly is calling out for food, so she pushes her raging labido aside and kisses him hard. "Hunting. Now." Slade tries to catch her, but Olivia is too quick as she darts from his reaching hands and is on the other side of the fuselage before he can even sit up.

She pulls on her worn jeans and turns around as she's fastening the button to see him watching her with bright eyes. She smiles at him, feeling happier than she has in a very long time. And judging by the answering smile Slade gives her, she's pretty sure that the feeling is mutual.