Summary: Five years after a heated night with Oliver, Felicity is no longer his EA or on Team Arrow; instead she is a mother, and now she needs Oliver's help to get her son back. The only problem is that Connor Smoak is also the son that Oliver never knew he had.

A/N: This is my first Olicity work and it will take part in Season 2 of Arrow and partlyin my own imagination.

I don´t own any of the characters but my own.

Chapter 1

Demons - Imagine Dragons

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale

I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

That night he was furious, he couldn´t save the people of the second bombing caused by Shrapnel, and he blamed it all on her. They never had a fight, not like today, and for Oliver it seemed that she had lost her touch over Barry Allen. So after she left to cool off, since she didn´t want to say things she might regret later, she came back to the lair only to find him maniacally punching a training dummy while grunting; with sweat covering his back, looking as tense now as when he came blaming her for the mission failure.

So yes, she was worried about Barry, but he was her friend and he did saved Oliver's life, and after five weeks in a coma, things didn´t seem to be improving for him, yet she couldn´t lose hope no matter what the doctors said.

The sound of the salmon ladder brought her back to reality, Oliver going up the steel ladder his eyes focused on the task while his muscles tighten over the excessive exercise, ripping on every step. The look in his eyes was the same one that made her feel the butterflies in her stomach every time he did it for the past year, and even though she still enjoyed the view of his abs tightening, she was still too worked up from their previous discussion to actually appreciate the sight that was Oliver Queen. She couldn´t believe all the crap that he had said to her, after everything that they had been though together, he had just crushed her.

The air was thick with the tension and with the absence of Diggle she feared that she and Oliver might finish their previous discussion. She didn´t even know why she came back here, it was a stupid move and yes she was still on Team Arrow, but things had seemed to be getting out of control since Russia. So yeah, she was hurt, she knew that her feelings for Oliver were one sided, and she was pretty sure he was aware of her crush on him, and after watching him with endless women since she meet him she was used to the feeling by now; but it didn´t hurt any less that he chose to be with a woman he loathed rather than her.

The sound of Oliver touching the floor after jumping from the ladder made her look at him, something that was becoming harder each day. It needed to stop, they were a team, she had given up a lot in her life so that she could help him save this city, and she wouldn´t let her stupid feelings or Oliver's stubbornness get in the way. It was time to get over him. She couldn´t keep doing this to herself, he didn´t feel anything but friendship for her, they were partners, and that was the only thing they would ever be.

Oliver looked at her, his eyes filled with anger and tension, and he stood in silence while grabbing a towel to dry the sweat of his body. His back was turned to her, yet she could see all his scars from endless battles and how his chest seemed tight, like the air was too heavy for him to breath. That was Oliver Queen, The Hood, The Arrow – the man that carried all the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Are you really going to pretend I am not even there?" she asked him, watching as he seemed to tense even more after hearing her voice.

"Well, since I still got my head over my ass, I may just stay quiet" he replied coldly quoting what she said to him in their fight earlier today.

"That would be a first," she said feeling frustrated. She got up from her chair in front of her computers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he shouted at her.

"It means you are being a fucking asshole Oliver," she shouted back, all her frustration of the past couple of months in her voice.

"I am being an asshole? I am not the one that made a mistake tonight, Felicity," he shouted back, throwing his towel on the floor.

"I can´t believe you are still hung up on that! I always do my best for you and for this team Oliver," she shouted back, her hands moving all over the place.

"It was not enough, you are not focused! And because of it, people died" he shouted, coming closer to her face, so close that their bodies were almost touching.

"Stop blaming me for this, you are the one that didn't catch the guy in the first place," she shouted back at him.

"Excuse me!" he screamed at her.

"Stop projecting the anger that you feel on me because the all mighty Arrow failed his mission," she said quickly, their voices becoming even more louder.

"I failed it because I needed you Felicity, I needed you to do your job so I could do mine. But you failed, because you may be here but your head is in Central City," he shouted at her, making her move far away from him till she was pressed against the steel medical bay.

"Why are you still dragging Barry to this? He needed me there," she shouted back at him.

"I need you Felicity," he shouted at her, his hands gripping her arms, his eyes filled with longing and deep emotions. She saw in Oliver´s eyes everything she always wished to see, the things she had been dreaming of for months, and even if it was just a reaction produced by jealousy, it still made her heart beat so fast in her chest that it felt it would explode .

She couldn´t tell who made the first move, but soon her body was pushed over the metal table, while Oliver´s lips were tightly pressed against her own. She moaned, the deep sensation of his hard body against her soft one. His hands went from her arms to the side of her face, while he deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, demanding her, tasting her, their breaths labored and deep. She ran her short blue nails down his neck, towards his powerful back, leaving small starches, while he moaned in appreciation, the kiss getting deeper. He moved his hands through her body, from her ponytail, down her back, until he reached her hips. His hands soon found themselves under her blue dress, caressing her bare thighs and pushing her hips against his own.

He was hard, and each time he pressed himself against her, she would moan and then he got her up by her hips, pushing her to sit up on the metal table, her dress riding up her thighs, while Oliver positioned himself between her legs. The friction between them was too much, soon she was gasping for air, while he was sucking the fragile skin of her neck and probably leaving a bruise on it. He felt possessive and aggressive, like a madman, like he needed to brand himself on her skin so everyone would know she belonged to him.

"Oliver," she moaned, when he pushed harder against her, his erection brushing against her most sensitive parts.

His hands found the way to her back, lowering the zipper of her dress, exposing her lace covered breasts, his mouth sucking her collarbone while his hands were on her right breast, crushing her soft mounds against his rough fingertips.

She was moaning his name, on every touch, on every kiss. His mouth soon found the way to her right breast, making her arch her back and shiver in deep pleasure as he rolled his tongue on her rosy nipple. While he sucked her left one, her hands found her way to his short blonde hair, pushing him deeper into her chest, her hips pushing against his own, making him moan against her chest; the sounds he was making were going deep inside of her, making her wet and needy, she needed to feel all of him.

His lips were back to hers, she could taste her salty skin on his tongue, his hands moving under her dress to reach her panties, pushing them aside so he could touch her hot pussy. He softly touched her clit with his calloused fingers, moving the soft skin in small circles until she was begging for more. She was dripping wet, her thighs covered in sweat and her own moisture, so when he pushed one, and then two fingers inside of her, she almost screamed in deep pleasure. He pushed his fingers deeper, in hard and precise movements, finding spots inside of her that she never thought would be possible to find. All she needed was a faster pace and Oliver's mouth sucking her breast for her to come all over his right hand.

"Fuck," she moaned, feeling the tight sensation deep in her core. He kissed her one more time, silencing her moans with his mouth, while her hands traveled down his workout cargo pants down to his aching cock.

She lowered the zipper on the pants, finding only skin, her fingers exploring his hips to find his enlarged member, the tip covered with pre cum, while her small hands covered his thick head, moving it down in fast movements.

"God Felicity," he moaned her name, while biting the side of her neck, with such a force she was afraid it would leave a permanent mark on her pale skin.

She kept the fast and deep rhythm for a while, till Oliver's hands pushed her own hands away from his cock, her name on his lips and his hand tightening on her thighs, so hard it hurt. He pushed the bottom of her dress up, exposing all of her, and then she heard the ripping sound of her favorite lace dark blue boy shorts. Before she could protest, Oliver impaled his thick cock inside her tight pussy.

She screamed, a mix of deep pleasure and pain, it had been a while since she had felt someone inside of her, and her tight and wet walls were driving him insane. He hadn´t been with anyone since Isabel back in Russia months ago, and feeling him inside Felicity, almost made him blow his load like a fucking teenager.

They moved in deep synchrony, he holding tight on her hips while pushing inside of her in deep and powerful strokes, while she held tight on him, her nails digging deep on his back muscles, her hands pushing his ass to make him go deeper and faster inside her hot core. They were a mix of grunts, sweat and moans, two bodies tightly bound to find release. Oliver changed the angle, going deeper inside Felicity's tight core, making her nails draw blood from his skin when an unexpected orgasm brought her to her knees.

"Oliver," she moaned, closing her eyes, lost in sensation, tightening around him so much it almost drove him to the brick.

He kept his fast and deep pace, till she was screaming his name again, she was hot, tight and wet, it was too much to him. It only took one more deep stroke for him to follow her down the path of deep pleasure. His seed was hot and went deep inside of her, making him feel weak at his knees, and suddenly he couldn´t stand on his own feet anymore.

He moved them down to the training mats, lowering their bodies, softly moaning over the soft surface on his skin. He slowly pulled out of Felicity's body, her eyes closed, still lost in her own pleasure; he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened, but he wanted to enjoy that moment. Just for one more second.

Felicity woke up cold and alone, her dress was still open at the back and her breasts were still exposed over the cup of her lace bra. There was a blanket next to her legs that she had probably kicked around during the night. The lair was dark, only the stair light was on, and Oliver was nowhere in sight.

Her body was tired, the ache between her legs brought back the events of the night before, and tears slipped over her eyes when she realized that she just had sex with the man she had been in love for the past year, yet he didn't seem to care enough to stay the entire night by her side.

She put her clothes back on, feeling ashamed for not having her panties to put back on, while making her walk of shame out of the lair. She felt tired, physically and emotionally, and when she got up to put her coat on and leave, she didn´t notice the excessive moisture between her thighs.

The next day she tried to pretend that nothing had happened and Oliver acted the same way. She did her work at QC and helped The Arrow defeat Shrapnel, and even though Digg had been shot, they had considered the night a success.

She was sat on her chair, looking at the last intel about Shrapnel's arrest when Digg said he was going back home, apparently being shot can take a toll on you. So that left her once again alone in the lair with Oliver, but this time they were both silent and kept a safe distance between them.

He was still dressed in his leather uniform, putting his arrows back in place, tightly holding his quiver.

"I am sorry," he said, in such a low voice she barely heard him.

"Are you saying you are sorry to me, or to your quiver?" she asked him, slowly turning on her chair to face him.

"I didn´t hurt my quiver's feelings last night" he said in a brooding tone.

"Oliver," she whispered, not sure of what to say, but not exactly happy to discuss this with him.

"Last night I made a mistake, and this mistake can be risk to everything we have been fighting for, and I can´t do that. I need you here Felicity, I need your help, you are my partner and I can´t fight this alone. But I can´t give you what you want me to give you," he said to her in a hard tone.

"Yeah, I remember about the whole 'Because of the life I lead, I just think it's better not to be with someone that I could really care about'. You don´t have to worry Oliver, I am not carrying a torch over you or something like that," she said to him, trying to hide the hurt in her voice.

"I just think it's better we say this now before things get messy," he said, not looking at her eyes.

"It was a stupid mistake, you don´t have to worry, I won't let it happen again," she said to him, turning back on the chair to try to look busy on her computers.

"I am sorry Felicity," he said, before leaving her alone in the lair.

"So am I, Oliver," she whispered lowly, letting a silent tear fall down her face, while her heart and soul broke into one million pieces for something that now would never happen.