Arrow's Girl

Can't Stop Myself

I take another shower to wash off the sweat and perfume off of me. After, I put on black lace underwear and robe on, and sit down on my bed, as my hair dries.

It's over. Oliver has to hate me now. He knows about my father, of course, he must hate me. What did I expect?

That once Oliver found out that my father was Ras Al Ghul, he would still be my friend, and possibly love me back? How naive can a person be?

My hair has fully dried and is curly, like it usually is.

Why couldn't it have been ME who died in the Quake, instead of Tommy? Everyone would've been so much happier, well maybe not Danny. But, it would've been for the best.

Oliver would never have left, Laurel and Tommy would've been back together, Oliver and Felicity would actually be together, and Danny would have Swan Manor and everything. He would've been set for life.

But, instead, Tommy died. And Oliver hates me.

Knock, knock, knock.

I brush my tears away and clear my throat.

"Hello?" I call out, my voice heavy and slightly course from crying.

Nothing answers, except for a knock, knock, knock.

"Danny?"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Danny, if that's you, please go away. I'm not in the mood to talk."

Knock, knock, knock.

Seriously annoyed and starting to get pissed of, I get off the bed and storm to the locked door.

"Danny, I said go away." I say, angrily, as I unlock the door and open it.

"Sorry, I'm not Danny."

To my surprise, Oliver is standing in my door way, showered and changed as well. He changed out of his tuxedo into dark blue jeans, black tennis shoes, a dark blue shirt, and a brown leather jacket.

"Oliver?!" I ask, shocked and bewildered. "What are you-"

"I was wondering," Oliver cuts me off, softly. "Have you been thinking about earlier tonight, when we danced?"

"What?" I'm seriously confused at this point in time...

"Because it's been running through my mind, nonstop, since then." Oliver continues as if I never spoke.

"Oliver, what are you saying?" I inquire, tiredly.

"Elena, I don't know what you went through those five years I was gone. I don't know how much pain you've endured your whole life, and until tonight I never knew that you're one of the strongest and bravest people I know." He tells me, sincerely, before giving himself a moment to breath and gives me a small smile.

"But, I know every curve and line on your face, and every streak of gold in your eyes. Every smile that spreads across your face. And I what I know more than anything..." he trails off of his sentence and my heart jumps a little in anticipation for... whatever he's trying to say.

"Is that I love you."

I gasp as he finishes that last sentence. He smiles, as if he's wanted to say all that since the moment he got back. We both stay quiet for a few seconds. My heart is pounding again, my brain racing at a million miles an hour.

"Lala, please say something." Oliver begs, using my old nickname from when we were kids.

"I... I don't know what to say." I manage to say before the words just spill from my lips, basically of their own free will. "I... I love you too, Oliver. I've always loved you."

He gives me a slight chuckle. "Oh, and there's one more thing that I know I can't stop myself from doing anymore." he tells me in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

"What's that?" I ask, a small smirk on my lips.

"This." he says as he takes one step, closing the distance between us, his hands seizing either side of my head, and bring his lips to mine.

Fire bursts from our lips the moment they come in contact. Fireworks explode inside of me. We both smile in the kiss.

Our kiss starts getting more passionate and heated. I grab the collar of Oliver's jacket and pull it to me. Meanwhile, Oliver's hands drop from my face to my waist, pulling me close to him.

And... Well, I guess you can imagine what happened after that.