Would You Love Me Less? > Arrow / Flash x Reader

Chapter 6

I never went back to Verdant after whatever it was that happened that morning. I refused to confront Oliver about the situation.

I finished cleaning up the bar until I heard a noise behind me. In an instant, I drew my gun and pointed it towards the sound.

I saw his blue eyes reflect the dim light the bar allowed to emit, his hands were relaxed behind his back as if he were patiently waiting for something.

"Oliver," I sighed in relief, putting my gun back on my hip.

Oliver stepped further into the dim light with a smile on his face; he was wearing a nice blazer. "Have you ever considered arrows?" He joked. The joke was on him... if only he knew.

"Yesterday, when you saved me..." I began.

"Sh, sh, shhhh...." Oliver whispered. He put his finger against his lips gently. "Don't ask questions. I already know what they are."

"So, I take it I'm not getting the answers any time soon?" I asked as I leaned against the counter with my arms folded.

Oliver's arms and hands returned from behind him and he stood a foot or so away from me. The same feeling from this morning rushed back to my body. "Mmhmn..." He purred with his lips pressed together. I always thought he was so cute when he did that. "Need a ride home?" He offered.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, Oli." I agreed with a smile, hanging up one last glass for the night to avoid eye contact. Oliver followed me to the elevator and to his motorcycle.

The ride down the elevator felt a lot safer with Oliver by my side. When both of us are at his bike, he gave me a helmet to wear while he spoke, "Is Felicity home?" He asked. I buckled my helmet strap, thinking nothing of his question at the time. "Yeah, she wanted to clean the house before our mom came down to visit."

Oliver didn't say anything else after that. I got onto the back of his bike and wrapped my arms around him to keep myself on the bike. I wanted desperately for my body to stop begging me to kiss him!

"This... isn't where I live." I observed when the two of us arrived at a gorgeous mansion. "Mmhmn..." Oliver held out a hand to me to help me off the motorcycle.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I offered my own hand in return. The two of us entered the house and I immediately took notice of some pictures along the walls... 'This must be Oliver's house...'

"Oliver... Why did you bring me here?"

It was at that moment I realized he never let go of my hand after taking it, "I thought you could use a drink." He shrugged. What a liar. "Except... I work at a bar, a bar we both were just at, and I could have given you whatever drink you wanted... So why am I really here?"

I tilted my head to see how Oliver's face responded to me calling him out on his lies. He simply cocked his head and then turned to face me on the stairs with that fake-innocent Oliver smile spread across his face. "Y/N.... Don't ask questions, please."

The two of us proceeded up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to a room. Oliver opened it and offered me first entry.

As promised, I saw champagne waiting neatly at a lounging area in the bedroom. I walked further into the room, examining how breathtaking it was. "I..."

I turned to see Oliver shutting the door behind him. "I don't understand, Oliver." As I said this, Oliver walked towards me with purpose in his steps. "Why have you brought m-"

The answer became black and white to me when I felt the familiar warmth of Oliver's lips against mine. They were different that time, more desperate and stronger than before.

Oli pulled away to talk against my lips with his hand rested gently on my waist, "I couldn't stop thinking about you all day... I kept trying to convince myself that this morning meant nothing, but it hasn't gone away and it's clear that you've been thinking about this too."

He left gentle kisses along my jaw and down my neck; I couldn't think of a single question on my mind if I had tried. Like before, giving in to him was easy. I let my eyes close so I could focus on how his soft lips trailed along my skin.

His bare fingers slid underneath my tank top, pulling the material under his grasp as he moved it up my body. I returned the favor by unbuttoning his dress shirt and I peeled it from his muscular shoulder. I noticed Oliver looking down at my body while I removed his shirt. "Just one question," he muttered. Oliver ran his finger gently along my developing scar, "How's your side?"

I tried to mentally check in with my body, but it was just screaming and begging for him to touch me once more and kiss me again. "I'm sure it's fine." I told him. I was awarded with his soft lips and embrace once more after my response.

We assisted one another with taking off the rest of our clothing, although Oliver seemed to be a bit more experienced doing so than I was, and kept getting frustrated when I would take too long. Eventually, I succeeded and Oliver backed me up while he twisted his tongue with mine until we both fell onto his bed.

One year ago, I would have laughed at the thought of having an opportunity such as that one. Honestly, I had played out this moment so many times in my head even before this morning. Like I said before, he had a hold on me.

He sank easily into me, resulting in my nails digging into his back- oh, God, his perfectly toned back. The feeling was all too much, adding on top of things that he found comfort in kissing and sucking my neck.

I gave up questions, reality, rationality,- whatever it was that kept my head above water. Instead, I gave into my deepest instincts- I gave into Oliver Queen.