7.
The smell of rainforest woke her up, Oliver was standing near her bed. She had refused to see him since her doctor's appointment, but she was glad he was here now. He sat down on the edge of the bed.
« How was the meeting ? »
Nola laughed and sat up.
« I should have figured you'd know. It was emotional. I felt so weak and helpless compared to them. »
« Will you do the procedure ? »
She closed her eyes. The green scent made her want to curl up and weep, but she had cried all her tears earlier that night.
« I... Yes. It's the only way I'm gonna have a normal life again. Or as close to normal as possible. But I'm so scared, Ollie ! »
She heard him move, and he was holding her, hugging her. She clung to him, anchoring herself in his scent. She felt the tingle of desire grow inside her, and she was about to let go of him when he whispered in her ear.
« Does your bed still smell of rainforest ? »
His scent became suddenly musky. In the dark she found his lips and kissed him hard.
« Not enough. »
*****
They rolled on the bed, hands gripping clothes. They didn’t need light, since they already knew each other’s bodies. There was fever in their movements, it seemed no stroke was quick enough or hard enough. They were still half-dressed when Oliver plunged into her. They both moaned.
And then they found tenderness. Each caress was sweet, each move caring, each kiss gentle. Oliver moved slowly, savoring the feel of her body beneath his, lithe and soft. He trailed his lips in her neck to her shoulder, and she shuddered, remembering the bite and the pleasure it had brought her.
Nola was floating. Or at least it's how Oliver's tender lovemaking made her feel. But she wanted more. More passionate, more tangible. She crossed her legs around his body and turned him on his back. She was above him and she could lead. She fisted her hands in his hair and kissed him hard. She kept moving her hips while her lips traveled around his torso. She had felt his scars with her fingers, she was now exploring them with her mouth, kissing, licking, scraping them with her teeth. She bit his nipple and he jerked. She was on fire and she wanted him to feel the same.
The assault on his body was making Oliver twitch and shiver. He liked that she was in charge, but he didn't want to peak first. So he sat down, and wrapped his arms around her, going deeper inside her. She threw her head out with a sob and moved quicker. She came violently, and the spasms of her inner muscles made him come in turn.
*****
He lied back down, still holding her, and gently stroked her back.
« I'm sorry. »
« About what ? »
« I was there too late, and you got shot. »
Nola lifted her head, moved to turn the light on and faced Oliver.
« Did you shoot me ? Was it you who pulled the trigger ? »
« No. »
« Then you are not responsible for my wound. »
He stayed silent.
« Ollie, you have to believe that. You’re not responsible for everything that happens in Starling City. »
Oliver left the bed and picked up his discarded clothes without speaking.
« But why would you think that ? I know you've taken on the role of vigilante, saving people and all that, but why ? »
« My father… He died so I could survive. And right his wrongs. »
« Right his wrongs ? So you carry on your shoulders the weight of your father’s sins. What horrible thing did he do that you feel the need to repair his deeds ? »
Oliver finished dressing up without answering.
« You tell me when you’re going to the hospital. »
He went to the open window and left without another word.
*****
Oliver was back on the raft in the Sea of China. They had survived for days already, barely eating, exposed to the elements. He saw his father take out a gun, shoot the captain and then tell him to survive at all costs and shoot himself in the head. Survive to make things right.
*****
Nola remained where she was. She had never before wondered why Oliver was doing all this Vigilante stunt. She had just thought he wanted to do the right thing, cut down the corruption, weed out the criminals. But it was more than that. He was on a mission.
The next few days passed like in a haze. Nola went to see her surgeon, but she barely listened when he detailed the procedure. She went to the office, trying to lose herself in work, but when she opened her notebook and fell on the page for her “Jungle” project, the scents lost their appeal. She couldn’t concentrate. She went to the meeting one last time, and everybody wished her good luck. Her best friend Roxanne called from Europe, and that was comforting. But she didn’t scent Oliver’s rainforest. On the eve of her operation, Nola sent him a text, hoping he would at least come close enough so she could smell him before going under.
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