A/N: Soooo yeah this chapter is pretty much smut. If you aren't interested in smut just content yourself that they spent the night together and it was lovely and there's such promise for both their futures, blah blah blah.

THANK YOU to lunarsilverwolfstar for her beta work on this. She assures me this chapter isn't nearly as terrible as I think it is.

And THANK YOU to all my fine readers. Your comments/reviews/favorites/kudos and ongoing interest in this story have really kept me going. Bless your patience and I hope you've enjoyed this. Thanks for reading!

Dinner was good, not that he hadn't expected it to be, but he knew Felicity had chosen something quick to prepare and his expectations hadn't been very high. Plus, his focus was more on dessert. But the quick pasta stir fry she'd whipped up tasted as good as anything he could have ordered in a restaurant. And while he'd helped her by chopping the vegetables, she'd mixed up a quick batch of cupcakes for them have after the meal. He'd protested her efforts at first, but she'd insisted, telling him that everyone deserved cake on their birthday.

He was still sipping the wine from dinner, that infamous 1982 Lafite Rothschild, when Felicity brought out a cupcake with a candle stuck into the frosting. Oliver chuckled and sat back, enjoying the happy smile on her face. Then, she began to sing to him. It was just the standard, old birthday song but the way she sang it, it was as though he'd never heard it before. He'd heard her humming along to music a few times but he'd never really heard her sing and, god help him, she had the voice of an angel.

When she finished singing, she placed the cupcake in front of him and he paused, thinking of a wish. The perfect one came to mind and he closed his eyes, concentrating on that wish as he blew the single candle out.

Felicity then pulled it out of the cupcake and peeled back the wrapper from one side, presenting it to him for a bite. "What did you wish for?"

"Can't tell you or it won't come true," he murmured before taking a bite. Then he took the cupcake from her hand and returned the favor. He watched closely as she took a little bite. Some frosting smeared on her lip.

Oliver set the cupcake aside and reached up, curving his fingers over the back of her neck and pulling her down to him. He licked at her lip, catching the frosting on his tongue before kissing her long and deep.

"Thank you," he said softly as he released her.

Felicity blushed a little. "You're welcome." She straightened and held out her hand. He took it immediately and got to his feet. "How can I make your wish come true if you don't tell me what it was?" she asked him.

"Hmm, maybe I'll tell you part of it," he said. Felicity smiled at him expectantly as she backed towards the hallway he knew led to her bedroom, his hand still in hers. He followed her lead, happily.

They paused just outside her bedroom door. Felicity leaned against the frame and he stepped up to her, crowding her space and pressing his body into hers. She looked up at him, relaxed and happy.

"I wish for you to give me a chance," he told her. He brushed his lips against hers, just the barest touch. "I'd like a relationship with you, Felicity Meghan Smoak."

He swallowed her gasp as he kissed her again and, god, he could spend the rest of his life kissing her. Maybe he would, he decided as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against him. When he pulled back, he noticed with pride the way she leaned even more heavily against the doorframe.

"I can probably help you make that come true," she replied.

Oliver took Felicity's hand and led her into the bedroom, keeping his eyes on hers. There was nothing to stop him tonight. No calls from Thea, she was busy with Roy and wouldn't even think to notice he wasn't at home since she wasn't at home herself. No vigilante business either as the only thing happening in Starling City right now was cleanup from the aftermath of the Glades quake and the SCPD had that more than covered. Dig was recovering at home; Tommy and Laurel were together somewhere and hopefully every bit as happy as he was right this moment.

It all added up to this night being for him and Felicity, no one else.

At the side of her, bed he stopped and let go of her hand. She watched him closely and seemed to understand what he wanted her to do. She reached for the hem of her shirt and drew it up over her head, leaving her in a bra and her shorts. She dropped the shirt and Oliver's eyes were drawn to the skin she'd revealed. He'd seen her before, of course, but he was starting to wonder if he hadn't properly appreciated it at the time.

Her skin was so smooth, so silky and pale, and damn near luminescent. Felicity had gentle curves, ones that begged for the touch of his hand. There was the soft roundness of her breasts, the subtle flare of her hips and the gentle curve of her belly. Oliver ached to taste and touch and experience all of her and took a deep breath to calm himself. All in good time.

He made sure she knew he was looking at her, admiring her. His lips quirked when he noticed her shift her stance slightly, betraying her discomfort. That was good; he wanted her a bit off balance. Tonight, he wanted to call the shots.

"So beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to stroke a finger down the soft skin of her flank. "Now, your shorts."

Oliver watched as her throat worked. There was a tremble in her fingers as she reached for the button and fly of her shorts and opened them. He nodded his encouragement and kept watching as she pushed the white denim down her shapely legs until they landed in a pool at her feet. She stepped out of the fabric and kicked it aside to join her discarded shirt. She also drew the ponytail holder from her hair, letting the soft blonde waves cascade over her shoulders.

Now, Felicity stood before him in her simple cotton bra and a pair of underwear covered in little red hearts that were both somehow impossibly sweet and achingly sexy. Oliver's mouth watered.

"Lay on the bed," he commanded, his voice rougher than he'd intended. He saw Felicity's eyes widen slightly but she did as he requested, settling in the middle of the bed with her hair spread over the pillows. He admired her for a moment before pulling his own shirt off and toeing out of his shoes. He left his jeans on as he knelt on the edge of the bed and touched a hand to her knee. God, her skin was so soft.

"Roll over."

She complied instantly, bringing her hands down and resting her cheek on them. Oliver leaned up and unsnapped the fastener on her bra. He smoothed his hand down the warm, bare skin there before helping her remove the undergarment entirely. She returned to her position and Oliver began to rub at the soft expanse of her back, feeling her muscles give under the pressure of his fingers.

Felicity groaned. "That feels amazing. Did you take a class or something?"

He chuckled and didn't answer. He kept up his massage until Felicity all but melted into the mattress.

"Are you still with me?" he asked softly, settling back on the bed.

"Mmm..." Her eyes were closed and a sleepy smile graced her lips. She didn't move a muscle.

"I guess I'll just have to rouse you, then," he murmured. He coasted his hands down her back, caressing her hips before smoothing over the curve of her ass. His fingertips teased under the bottom edge of her underwear, touching the warm skin there. Felicity shifted a little, another content sigh leaving her lips.

Oliver continued to touch her, exploring her and trying to calm his own blood which was thundering through his veins. He was not going to rush this. He had plans, dammit. Still, even he knew when to admit that it was time to move forward.

Grabbing the waistband of her underwear, Oliver began to draw them down over her hips, exposing her smooth, delectable ass. His eyes fixed on her as he drew the garment down her legs and finally off over feet.

"Felicity..." he breathed.


"Turn over."

She was more awake than she appeared to be. A moment later, she rolled over and lay there, looking up at him with her big, blue eyes. Oliver kept her gaze as he shifted, moving down the bed. He nudged her legs apart and settled between them, running his fingers lightly up from her ankles to her thighs, enjoying the way she shivered and her eyes darkened. He maneuvered into position, using his shoulders to keep her thighs apart as he zeroed in on the tender flesh at her apex. He glanced up again at her and saw she was still watching him intently.

"I do believe I owe you a little reciprocation," he told her. He left out the part where he'd imagined doing this to her nearly every day ever since that night she'd taken him in her mouth and given him the best blow job of his life.

"Do your worst," she said breathlessly.

Oliver quirked an eyebrow. "You better hold onto something, sweetness."

She began to reply but before the words could form, Oliver descended on her. He licked her entire slit, gathering her taste and savoring her flavor. God, she tasted good. He'd known she would. Using the tip of his tongue, he sought out the little bundle of nerves hiding just above her sheath. He teased it out of its hood and had to use one of his hands to hold her hips down to the mattress when she jerked.

Christ, the sounds she was making! He'd never heard Felicity sound so breathy, so completely undone. It was the best thing he'd ever heard in his life, he was sure of it. He redoubled his efforts, hoping to hear more. He grazed her with his teeth, used his lips and tongue and the fingers of his other hand to stroke around her entrance which was already clenching for him.

"Oliver!" she cried and he glanced up to see her back bowing, her breasts arching towards the ceiling, her hands fisting the comforter. Fuck, that was beautiful.

He refocused, now thrusting his tongue into her silken heat while his thumb rubbed in time on her clit. He could feel her thighs on his shoulders quivering and knew she was close. He wanted, no, needed to see her fly apart for him. Oliver hummed, adding some vibrations to what his lips and tongue were doing. Then, he quickly switched places with his thumb and mouth. He pressed his thumb inside her, pressing down as he took her clit between his lips and gave a powerful suck.

On a loud cry, Felicity shattered beneath him. And she kept crying out as he continued sucking at her, drawing out her orgasm. He lifted his head so he could watch her as she rode out the shockwaves, his thumb still pumping inside of her. She was flushed clear down her chest and her mouth was open, her eyes squeezed shut. He wanted to remember that sight for the rest of his life.

Finally, she relaxed and her eyes opened, met his. She looked stunned but satisfied.


Oliver smiled. "You're welcome."

She smirked, even as she was trying to catch her breath. "Pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"I made you come," he said with a shrug, unable to keep the grin from his face. He moved up her body, dropping a relatively chaste kiss onto her lips.

She pushed at his chest and he was confused until her hands moved to his belt. "Yes, you did," she agreed. "But the real challenge is if you'll be able to manage it again."

Oliver snorted as she worked his pants open and started to shove them over his hips. "That's not a challenge at all," he informed her. He sat back and quickly shucked his jeans and boxer briefs, throwing them to the floor before settling back over her. This time, he kissed her long and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Felicity groaned into his mouth, stroking his tongue with her own. Their lips fit together so well that Oliver wondered why he'd wasted so many months since he'd been home trying to run from this woman. Right now, his body covering hers, skin against skin, he felt more home than he had since before the damned island.

Eventually, he realized his needs could be denied no longer. He was so hard that he figured he could pound nails, and each rub of his flesh against the softness of Felicity's stomach only ratcheted up his desire. Pulling his lips from hers, he gasped. "Condom?"

"There," she replied, panting. Her arm stretched towards the bedside table and Oliver leaned over to open the drawer. Inside, he saw a neat little strip of condoms, folded up. Waiting. He tore one off and returned his attention to her. "Were you expecting me, Felicity?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She grinned back, looking a little devilish. "I was hoping. I did a quick run to the shop on the corner this afternoon and picked them up."

"I like a girl who's prepared," he murmured, kissing her again lightly. Then, he sat back and quickly tore open the packet before sheathing himself.

He moved over her again, feeling her slit to test her readiness. Felicity made a needy sound and her hips rose to meet his hand. "No more teasing," she groaned. "I need you, Oliver."

He couldn't agree more. He'd never needed someone more in his life and it wasn't just about the sex. Felicity filled a hole inside of him that he hadn't even realized was there until he met her. Reaching down, he took ahold of himself and guided the head of his cock between her folds. With one surge of his hips, he filled her. Felicity moaned, her legs tightening around his hips and her fingers digging into his back. Oliver let his head fall forward to rest against her neck while he struggled to calm himself.

Every instinct inside of him urged him to let loose and pound into her, to take his pleasure and possess her completely. He couldn't do that to Felicity. She deserved all the tenderness he could manage. This woman had stuck with him through the worst of it and she hadn't so much as flinched. She loved him; damaged, dark, and quite possibly ruined, she loved him anyhow. She deserved everything he could give her and more. He would damn well start with worshiping her tonight.

Gradually, he felt her inner walls relax as her body adjusted and accepted him. The tight, nearly painful vice was replaced with a silken, molten hot softness that gripped his cock in the best way possible. He pulled back a little, letting his flesh drag against hers before thrusting back inside.

Felicity moaned and grabbed at him, her hips tilting towards his. Oliver kept up the slow penetration, savoring every glide and every sensation. There was no need for rough or clumsy action. He was already possessing her fully tonight; it didn't even feel like sex. It felt like coming home. He wanted to speak, to tell her how he felt and how she made him feel and all the thoughts that were swirling around in his head but the words escaped him. He was surrounded and undone by her and, for the first time, he wasn't afraid of the feelings she invoked.

"Faster," she groaned. She grabbed at his ass, trying to compel him and Oliver smirked at her neediness.

"Impatient?" he asked, almost surprised at the throaty quality of his own voice. He stilled his hips and grabbed her hands, drawing them up over her head. He shifted so he could grab both wrists with one hand and hold her securely. Once he accomplished that, he leaned on his other elbow and resumed his leisure strokes. Felicity huffed, even as her cheeks flushed bright red.

"Oliver," she whined, her hips shifting restlessly, trying to change his momentum. He swallowed a chuckle and enjoyed watching her frustration more than he thought he would.

He added a swivel to his hips on his next plunge that had her gasping and struggling to free her wrists. Her walls clenched convulsively around his cock and he had to bite back a curse. Fuck, that felt good. So, of course, he did it again.

Oliver's control was fraying. He could feel the sensations building, the heat building and the nerves growing ever more sensitive. His eyes drifted to hers, appreciating the hazy lust he saw there, the flush on her cheeks that crept down her throat, the way her lush lips were parted.

"Let go, Oliver," she murmured, arching her back so her breasts came into greater contact with his chest. "Show me what you've got."

With a growl, he did just that. The time for taunting and testing and tasting and savoring was past and, with her permission, he let loose the beast within. He quickened his rhythm, thrusting into her and enjoying the sounds of their flesh impacting as it echoed through the room. Felicity moaned and her walls began to flutter around his plunging length.

Oliver released her hands and, immediately, she grabbed his shoulders. "That's it, god, you're so gorgeous. Come for me, Felicity. Let me see you," he urged her.

She cried out as she did just that. Her voice was strained but he heard his name called out and he experienced a strong wave of possessiveness. Her orgasm, the sounds she made because of him, the way she clung to him, they were all his. She was his. As her muscles clamped down on him, Oliver let go as well, letting the pleasure of his orgasm crash through him and into her.

He growled, burying his face into her neck as her name slipped past his lips. They held each other, breathing hard and he let her scent and softness swamp him while he slowly regained his senses.

Once it felt like his muscles had re-solidified, he pushed off of her, collapsing onto the bed next to her. Instantly, she turned to him, resting her head on his shoulder as she snuggled up to his side. He wrapped his arm around her soft, warm body, keeping her close.

"Oliver, I-" Felicity began softly.

He angled his head so he could kiss the top of hers, breathing in the scent of her floral shampoo as he did so. "Shh. Just sleep for now," he urged.

With a sigh, she snuggled against him as Oliver drifted off, more content than he'd been in a long time.

Felicity woke to the sun peeking through her bedroom curtains. She was curled around Oliver, his skin warm and firm underneath her cheek. She took a deep breath; he smelled fantastic, even after a night full of passion. Perhaps that was especially after a night full of passion.

Neither of them had gotten much sleep. Each hour, she'd woken up either to his hands and mouth on her or she'd woken him the same way. She'd even done a few things with him that she'd never done before. With Oliver, her fears and uncertainties didn't seem to matter. He made her feel safe, beautiful, desirable and loved.

And he'd stayed. Not that she'd really doubted he would; he had to be exhausted after their busy night together, but she'd never woken up with him there before. She wiggled until she could prop up on her elbow and watch him. The sun played over his face, and he looked so young and untouched when he slept. The burdens that usually weighed on him were gone and he just looked... happy.

Unable to resist, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his jaw line, appreciating the roughness of his stubble against her lips. He murmured and shifted, turning towards her unconsciously. Delighted with that response, she decided to up the ante. Felicity pushed up and pressed her lips to his. A moment later, his lips softened under hers and she felt a hand cup the back of her head. He kissed her back with dawning arousal.

Felicity pulled back so she could meet his eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning," he replied. He pecked her lips. "You are the best sight I've woken up to in too long."

"Mmm..." She had to agree as she let her fingers glide through the short cropped hair at the top of his head.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Not sure. Judging by the sun, I think it's probably close to noon."

"Wow. You wore me out last night," he teased.

"It was mutual," she reminded him.

"I think we've missed breakfast."

"Looks like."

He kissed her again, his tongue teasing hers. Felicity was just getting into it when he drew away. "I suggest we forage for food and spend the rest of the day in bed."

"Throw a shower in there..."


She grinned. "Sure, why not?"

There was surely more for them to deal with. Oliver wasn't an easy man to be with and she knew she wasn't exactly a picnic either. But as Oliver pulled the covers back and got to his feet, holding out a hand so she could join him, Felicity found she was excited to journey down this path with him. And as Oliver soaped her up, spending an inordinate amount of time on her rear end, she knew she was excited about a great many things when it came to this man.