I Knew You Before.

No One Can Know my Secret

DINNER started and Oliver came down with Felicity, his eyes searching the place. He sat down, seeing the arrangement. Walter was still here it annoyed Oliver, so much. "Why is he here?" He snapped, Felicity took his hand. "They're married." She whispered. 

"Well I'm sorry that I didn't know that he was sleeping with my mom." He closed his eyes. And stood up, "May I be excused?" He asked. Moira nodded. Thea looked to Felicity, as Oliver left the table and went upstairs. Felicity sighed, "He heard a noise in the hallway earlier, while he was talking to me and he grabbed something and span around ready to aim. He's damaged." She whispered, feeling the tears. 

Tommy looked at Felicity, "I'll take Josh off your hands tonight, if you like? He might just need time with you." Felicity nodded, "Want to go stay with uncle Tommy? While Mommy speaks to Daddy?" She admitted to Josh. "Okay Mommy." He spoke and got up to go leave with Tommy. Felicity excused herself going up the stairs to face Oliver who just got out of the shower, she opened the door and gasped, more of disbelief. "Oliver.." He sighed, "Don't you knock?" He sighed. "Wait, I'm sorry Felicity." He turned going to do his buttons up but she stopped him taking the shirt off of him, "What happened?" She asked her hands running along his body, he almost forgot that he was away. The touch felt the same, "Felicity." He didn't want to talk, he leaned down and captured her lips in his own, "I will talk one day, just not now. I've missed you." He admitted, she nodded, having missed him too. "I have missed you so much. I couldn't move on, I couldn't." She admitted he picked her up, kissing her more, along her neck. His lips making wet marks along her neck. He laid her on the bed, getting on too. "I love you, you were with me through everything, just know that." He whispered. 

He crept up her body, back to her lips, kissing her deeply. "I love you." He removed her clothing, followed by his pants and boxers, when he lowered himself into her, groaning at the feel. He had missed this. Her hands gripped his back, rubbing up and down, feeling his scars against her hands made her feel sad. "I'm alright." He assured her. He thrusts into her slowly, reconnecting himself with her slowly. He kissed along her neck. Felicity moaned out, gripped his biceps. "Oliver." She moaned kissing up his body until they reached their climaxes, which they did as he laid beside her he looked out as a storm brewed, his face drifting into a flash back.

FLASHBACK

Oliver was on the boat, trying to sleep, when it up turned, and he fell into the water, then had to swim to make air. When he was pulled on that life raft his father told him he wasn't the same person, not the man Oliver and his city thought him to be. Then shot himself in the head. 

Oliver screamed, as the waters raged as he was drifted far out in the ocean for days, until he saw that wretched island. Oliver carried his father to the island and buried him under stones. To be shot with an arrow through his shoulder, and passed out. 

PRESENT DAY

Oliver watched as Felicity fell asleep he had opened the doors as she liked the wind and air through the night, no matter the temperature just in a shirt and boxers he laid down on the floor falling to sleep with the rain and wind hitting him. 

Few hours passed by, and he was banging his heel on the wooden floor twitching and sweaty. Felicity woke up to a foreign language being spoken and an empty bed. Before she glanced around the room and saw him on the floor her heart broke, but she was scared the language she'd never heard before. The way his hands were moving, she got up and padded over to him. "Oliver. Wake up. Your home." She shoved him and he snapped up and flipped her over with his hand pressed deep to her neck, until he realized his bearings he backed off from her real fast. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He held the chair. Looking at her, Felicity for the first time saw how damaged he was. She moved over to him. "You're home Oliver, you are safe." She took his arms and pulled him up. "Bed." She whispered, closing the windows. He breathed in, "I'm sorry. It's hard to think I am home. It's been so long."