A/N: Here we are guys-the final chapter! When I started this fic I had no idea it would turn out to be so long! Thank you to everyone who reviewed/followed/favorited-you guys are the best, and make me feel so inspired and loved :) And now, please enjoy some Olicity goodness-you've earned it!

I do not own Arrow or its characters.

Oliver comes back the next morning, pounding on Felicity's front door insistently. He was up all night, going over every angry word Felicity hurled at him, agonizing over how to fix this.

How to fix them. He won't lose her. He can't lose her.

Oliver is prepared to grovel, to wait outside her door for hours if that's what it takes, to get her to forgive him.

He knocks on her door again.

"For the love of god, what?" Felicity yells as she opens the door, her eyes going wide when she sees him. "Oh. You."

Her hair is wet from a shower and she's wearing an oversized MIT shirt that hangs to her bare thighs. Felicity narrows her eyes at him, focusing on the cardboard cup in his hand.

"Can I come in?" He holds the cup out to her. "Dark roast, cream and three Splendas."

"I'm not forgiving you just because you know how I take my coffee," she grumbles, but the door opens wider to let him in.

He follows Felicity to the couch, where she curls up in a corner, clutching the coffee to her chest.

"Can I?" Oliver gestures to the couch and she gives him a cool shrug, which is better than an outright no.

He sits on the other end, watching her pick at the cardboard sleeve of the coffee cup. Her nail polish is dark grey and chipped. It makes him feel sad.

"How are you feeling?" he asks quietly.

"Hungover. Gross."

"You don't look gross," he tells her.

"Yes I do. I woke up with my eyes practically swollen shut from falling asleep crying. Then I puked in the shower, that was fun."

"Sounds like a shitty morning."

"Pretty much."

They both look down at their laps and Oliver rubs his eyes.

"I'm sorry about last night," he says. "You were right."

"About what?"

He swallows dryly. "All of it."

Felicity blinks. "What do you mean?"

"I love you," he says hoarsely.

"Wh-what?" she asks, her eyes going wide.

"I love you," he says again. "You're right. We love each other. And that scares the hell out of me."

"You, scared?" she says wryly.

"Lots of things scare me," he admits quietly.

Felicity's hand suddenly finds his and he looks up in surprise.

"Like what?" she asks softly.

"Losing you. Any of you, Diggle, Roy, Thea...but especially you. I kept telling myself that as long as I kept you at arms length you couldn't get hurt, and it made me feel like I had some control. Like I could protect you that way."

"Oliver, whether you and I are together or not doesn't give you some magical control over what happens to me."

"I know that," he says quickly. "Its just-I've already lost so much. And if I let this happen, you and me, and something happened to you. I couldn't...I'm sorry, I know that's selfish, but it would kill me."

"Hey," she says, putting the coffee down on the table and scooting closer to him. "Nothing's going to happen to me."

"You don't know that."

"Oliver." Her hands go around his neck, forcing him to look at her. "You can't live like this. Yes, bad things happen sometimes. But good things happen too. You just have to let them in."

He shakes his head. "I don't think I know how to do that."

Felicity's lips curve up in a smile. "Let me help you, then."

She kisses him, all soft lips and the faint taste of toothpaste. He finds her waist, pulling her into his lap. He's shaking, nervous exhaustion and desire warring inside him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, dropping his head to her shoulder. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Yeah, you can be an ass sometimes," Felicity agrees, her fingers carding through his hair.

"I'm working on that," he says, turning his head to kiss her neck.

Felicity yawns and drops her cheek to the top of his head. "You get any sleep last night?"

"No."

"I didn't get much either. Want to take a nap?"

He looks up hopefully at her. "Can we sleep in your bed?"

"You like my bed, huh?"

He noses her cheek. "With you in it."

Felicity stands up from the couch and takes his hand in hers. Oliver follows her to her bedroom, watching as she pulls back the comforter.

"Come on," she says, reaching out to him.

He pulls his shirt over his head and kicks off his jeans. Oliver crawls into her bed, laying back against the purple sheets he's grown to love.

"Felicity," he says again, his voice close to breaking.

She curls on her side and pulls him so she's nestled with her back to his chest and his arm around her stomach.

"It's okay," she says soothingly. "I know."

He blinks heavily, so tired, the familiar comfort of her bed helping him relax against her.

"Shouldn't we talk," he mumbles. "About us?"

"Later," she murmurs. "Sleep."

So he does.

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Oliver wakes up a few hours later to the feel of Felicity's ass pressed up against his groin. Her hair hangs over her face so he can't tell if she's still asleep but she's not moving, making little sleepy sighs with every exhale.

He spreads the hand on her stomach, finding her hipbone and stroking. She doesn't move so he continues, drawing little patterns on her soft skin, reveling in the miracle of Felicity Smoak, all soft golden skin and hair.

All his. His to love, his to touch, his to tease and work and play with.

A few hours ago Oliver told Felicity he loves her and nothing bad happened. She just smiled and kissed him and took him to her bed.

One day he's going to marry his woman.

If Oliver can convince her that he's not a total fuck up. Which might take some serious work but he's ready for that.

He's ready for her.

His hand slides lower on her stomach and he hears her let out a breathy little sigh. He slides his hand a little lower until he reaches the hem of her underwear. She shifts back into him, just a little but enough to make his dick harden in his boxer briefs.

Oliver traces the line of her underwear again, leaning forward to kiss her earlobe.

"I know you're awake."

Felicity arches back in response, grinding into him.

"Fe-li-ci-ty." He creeps his fingers under the waistband and she inhales sharply.

"You got me," she murmurs.

He slides his hand lower to cup her. "It seems like I do."

Felicity rolls suddenly, flipping over to face him, his hand getting trapped between her thighs.

"Hi," she murmurs, nuzzling her head into his chest.

"Sleep okay?"

"Mm." She kisses his chest and looks up at him. He can see faint traces of red around her eyes from last night when she was crying.

"I'm sorry," Oliver says again.

"For which part?" she says quietly, her fingertips curling around his ribs.

"Making you cry. Being an idiot. All of it, I guess."

Felicity nods. "It's not nice to make girls cry."

He strokes her thigh. "Maybe I can make it up to you."

"Then I guess it's your move, Queen."

Oliver flips them, making her gasp, so she's flat on her back and he's hovering over her. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and he growls, nudging her legs apart with one knee.

He settles in between her legs, cradled by her hips, and lowers himself down on his forearms. Felicity tilts her hips up and her core comes in contact with him, making her cry out.

Oliver dives forward, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Felicity kisses him back with just as much passion, rolling her hips under him and biting his bottom lip. His hand finds the hem of her shirt and he pulls it up, helping Felicity sit up to pull it over her head before pushing her back down to capture a rosy breast in his mouth.

She moans, her hand wrapping tightly around his neck as he pulls her nipple into his mouth, sucking until it pebbles. He switches sides, giving the other one the same treatment until Felicity starts moaning louder, pushing down on his hips so she can grind her core into him.

Oliver lifts his hips up to roll down her panties, and looks down at her, glistening and dusky pink. He dips one finger inside her to feel and she's so wet, so ready that he shudders, planting kisses on her belly as she writhes and gasps under him.

"Oliver," she says edgily. "Tell me you have a condom."

He stares at her, his brain freezing at her words. "In my wallet."

"Get it," she demands.

He nods numbly and jumps off the bed, pulling out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and fishing out the condom. Felicity scoots back, sitting up, and he peels off his boxers before joining her again on the bed.

She holds her hand out silently and he hands her the condom, leaning back against the headboard. He grasps his dick and strokes lazily, hand in a loose hold as she rips open the packet. Felicity turns and then she's hovering over him, her knees bracketing his hips as she straddles him and rolls down the condom.

Oliver's hands find her waist as she lines them up, looking at him with such open vulnerability that something deep in his heart cracks.

"Hey, hey, wait," he murmurs, sliding one hand up to cup her cheek.

"What?" Felicity asks, looking kind of panicked that he stopped her.

"I love you," he says fervently, and she softens instantly, leaning down to press her forehead to his.

"I love you too," she says softly, and sinks down on him.

They both freeze, staring at each other, this strange sensation of, oh it's you, flooding his chest.

"Hi," he whispers, reaching up to stroke her hair.

"Hi," she says, a slow sly smile spreading across her face. "I can't believe this is finally happening."

He nods. "Took us a while to get here."

"Yeah," she says, and rolls her hips, and they both groan.

She does it again, finding a slow steady rhythm that makes his veins burn. Felicity's tight and hot and it's just like when he kissed her that first night, that overwhelming sensation of perfection, that right here, right now, with her, is everything he could over need.

"Ohhh," Felicity moans, tilting her head back and resting her hands lightly on his shoulders. "You feel so good."

"Mm, you too."

She takes him deeper and Oliver grits his teeth, his hands tightening on her hips.

The thing is, Oliver always imagined that when he and Felicity finally had sex, it would be frantic, all that pent up sexual frustration exploding in a fast explosion of desire. But this - this is so much better.

It's relaxed, and calm, and fun. Felicity has a beautiful lazy smile spread across her face as she rides him, her breasts tantalizing him as they bounce. There's no rush, no battling of emotions.

It's just the two of them, and their intense connection, the way Oliver feels it deep in his gut when she gasps, her nails pressing into his skin. He plants his feet flat on the mattress to thrust up harder, determined to see this out, to make her come until she doesn't know her own name.

"Oh god," Felicity cries. "Keep doing that."

He keeps up a steady rhythm, hitting her in the same spot over and over, listening to the little cries she makes get louder.

"Oliver," she whimpers, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her eyes are squeezed shut and he wants to see her, wants him to be what she sees when he makes her come apart at the seams.

"Look at me," he demands hoarsely. "Felicity."

Her eyes fly open to reveal blown pupils and she leans down so their noses almost touch. Her hips move frantically in the rhythm he sets for her, the look on her face almost painful.

"Oh god," she gasps sharply. "Oh, oh, ohhhh."

"Come on," he says heatedly. "Want to watch you come."

"Ah!" She clenches around him as he pounds into her. "Oliver, Oliver, don't stop, please don't stop."

"I won't," he grits out.

"Please, please, please," she keens, slamming her hips down and crying out. "Please, I need you."

"Let go baby," he murmurs, talking her through it, sneaking one hand up to her clit and rubbing. "You're right there, let it happen."

"Oh god don't stop," she starts to babble. "Don't stop don't stop, oh fuck, fuck Oliver, fuck me ah ahh-"

Felicity screams and goes rigid in his arms and he pounds up into her, listening to her ragged sobs as she shudders, arms winding tightly around his neck.

Oliver rolls them so she's on her back and she stares up at him with a look of absolute wonder.

"Oh my - oh my god," she says, and then she's laughing, a beautiful rosy flush spreading across her cheeks.

"What are you laughing at?" he says with a grin, sliding back home inside her.

"Ohhh," she sighs, her hands bracing on his hips. "That was amazing."

"You're amazing."

"You already got me in bed, you don't have to sweet talk me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Oliver dips his head to her neck, sucking on her tender skin until it starts to bruise. Felicity tightens under him, her breathing picking back up so he speeds up his pace.

"Are you trying to break a record?" she pants, her hands tightening on his hips.

"Maybe."

"Oh," she says faintly. "Alright then."

Oliver brings his hands to her thighs and pushes her knees up towards her chest. Felicity cries out sharply as the change in angle allows him to go deeper. She's so tight and slick and he groans, dropping his head to her breast as he starts to pound into her.

"Shit," he hisses, feeling her clench down on him.

"You're gonna make me come again," she whimpers, her hips rising to meet him.

"You can come with me this time," he says, and he swears her eyes roll back in her head.

"Oliver," Felicity cries, her hand clenching rhythmically.

"I love you," he says thickly, feeling the base of his spine tingle.

"You too," she groans. "Oliver!"

Felicity arches dramatically and he has to reach out to cup the back of her head to keep it from slamming into the headboard. She wails and her hips buck widely under him, and Oliver comes with a groan.

He rolls to the side and pulls Felicity to him. She plants her palm on his chest right over his heart and looks up at him.

"I love you," she whispers, her hand reaching up to find his hand still cradling the back of her head like its a vase.

He laces his fingers through hers. "I love you too."

Felicity snuggles into him and he holds her close, breathing her in, his throat tightening.

"You okay?" she whispers, because she knows, she always knows.

"I missed you too," he admits.

She smiles gently, giving his words back to him. "I'm right here."

He brings down their clasped hands so they rest on her heart. "I'm starting to think I've been missing you my whole life."

"Oliver."

"Look, I know I messed things up between us. I totally understand if you're still angry or you don't trust me, but Felicity, I...I..."

"What?" she asks softly. "What is it?"

"I want to be with you," he says. "I want to work with you every night and I want to fall asleep holding you. I want to be the only one who makes you smile like this."

She beams at him. "It kind of sounds like you're asking me to be your girlfriend."

"I guess I kind of am."

"Well," Felicity muses. "Are you going to freak out and push me away again?"

"No," he says immediately.

"Are you sure?" she asks, a crack of vulnerability peeking through.

"Felicity," he says seriously, "I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

She laughs and shakes her head. "You're such an idiot."

He grins. "But I'm your idiot."

"Lucky me," she jokes.

"You can be the brains of the operation," he says affectionately.

She giggles. "I already am."

He sighs happily. "Yeah, that's my girl."

"Yours." Felicity's eyes light up. "I like the sound of that."

The End.
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