Afire Love

Chapter 6

Her hair was falling all around their faces, like a curtain, hiding them from the world. Her moans were giving him goose bumps on his back and kissing her didn't make it stop. Not that he wanted it to stop. She being on top meant that he had to just touch and take pleasure so he enjoyed every bit of it.

She started then to move slowly and he shortly laughed under his breath on her teasing. Breaking the kiss, she raised her head and with one hand brought her hair on the back, still looking at him and not stopping her movements.

It was almost noon outside and the light that came through the window made her skin lilac and her eyes dark. God, she was beautiful.

"I love you" she said and landed back to kiss him.

He growled and suddenly stood up with her on his lap, making her moan hard in his chest. Placing his hands on her waist, he began to move her. She raised her head and looking at him she followed his hands, making him place them on her back.

"I love you too" he responded while leaning to kiss her neck. "I... love... you" he said and with every word, he placed a kiss and a mark on her neck and collar bone, making her say his name over and over again.

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Opening his eyes widely, he woke up from the dream. He could barely breathe, moving being a lost cause to him. It took Oliver 3 minutes to calm himself down and sit up. With his legs over the bed's edge, he let his head rest in his hands, elbows finding support on his knees.

It was not the first dream he had of her since he'd woken up from the coma, but they have been nothing but short scenes of her smiling or looking at him in a loving way, every time both of them being in a place he couldn't recognize: a beach, or a forest, a tropical town or the top of a small mountain. But it has never been like that. It startled him to see her in that way, feeling her skin so close to his and the way she said his name only made his head more cluttered than it was supposed to be.

He brushed his face with his hands and decided to take a cold shower, to clean his mind off of it. There was no point in overthinking the dream, not when he had no idea if it was only a trick his hidden desires played on his mind or worse, things that actually happened in the past, things he forgot after the accident, alongside with many others.

While the cold water hit his back he whispered swears under his breath. He hated it. He wished all the things he was dreaming of to be true, but then why was she acting so distant, so cold, when he was around her.

The moment they shared in his old man's office came back to his mind and after it the one when Barry got them out of the warehouse. How she clanged so hard to him and cried on his chest. The only time she hadn't been so far away from him and afraid, but the opposite.

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After Barry made some jokes and tried desperately to act like everything was alright, Diggle showed up. His face lit up at the sight of her well and unharmed but then it quickly changed back on the "you are still hiding something from me, so I am still mad at you" one. Felicity remembered her dreams and realized that she had to tell him and that there was no real point in keeping it away from him anymore. She had to tell him everything.

"Barry, Thea" she started interrupting Barry in the middle of one of his jokes. "Could you give John and I the room please?"

She smiled at them and even if Barry looked slightly confused by her asking, Thea nodded and enthusiastically took Barry by his arm and dragged him out of the room, closing the door on her way.

"It was about damn time" Diggle said coming closer to her bed and letting himself fall into a chair.

"I know. I just... it felt wrong to talk about it" she started looking down at her hands. She was now resting with her back on a bunch of pillows, and they were becoming more and more uncomfortable, but she ignored the feeling.