AN: due to so many wonderful reviews asking for a continuation I bowed to pressure. So here's the sequel. Enjoy!


Oliver nearly fell off the couch he was sitting on as he heard Felicity's screech, then a small grin appeared on his face. She must have remembered. It didn't take long for the blond haired fury to enter the living room in a storm, marching right up to him, glaring as she pointed out her finger into his chest.

'You! Really? Proposing to a freaking Bruno Mars song? That's it? And what the hell were you thinking flying me off to Vegas and GETTING MARRIED! Egotistical little billionaire, couldn't wait a few hours till I had sobered up and could actually remember?!'

Oliver stood there listening to her accusations and couldn't help but get a little angered himself, it wasn't all his idea, but apparently she couldn't remember that. As she kept on ranting about his so called billionaire tendencies he decided to go for honesty and bellowed:

'I WAS AFRAID YOU'D CHANGE YOUR MIND! Felicity please! I get that you're angry, but this wasn't all my idea you know.'

Felicity suddenly felt a few inches shorter as Oliver suddenly ground her little tirade to a halt. He was afraid she would change her mind? Felicity thought about that as she searched for the answer to an incredibly complicated question: would she have married Oliver if he had asked her when she was sober? The crazy thing was it didn't even take her more than a second to answer. Yes, she would, in a heartbeat, as long as he was serious about her.

She met his eyes and was taken aback by the emotions she found there. Love, lust, fear, a little anger maybe.

'I wouldn't have.'

Oliver was just about to speak again when she mumbled something he couldn't hear, or maybe was afraid to hear. She apparently noticed his confusion as she quickly elaborated.

'I wouldn't have changed my mind Oliver. But you have to understand this is kind of sudden.'

Oliver looked at her as she refused to meet his eyes and he realized he wasn't the only one who was scared.

'Felicity, I know that this is sudden but that doesn't mean that I don't want it. Since I came back from the island I've struggled to find who I am. I tried to be the old me, playboy extraordinaire but that's just not me anymore. I know this is painful for you, but let me get it out ok? I need to explain.'

Felicity knew what subject he was about to talk about and wanted to crawl back into bed and just disappear. But instead she looked him in the eye, knowing that what he was about to say would make or break their relationship.

'When I was in that hellhole I had just one thought to keep me going, Laurel. I'm not going to lie about that. But five years of hell changed me and Laurel was still the same. So I tried to reconnect to that, to her, but like I said, I was no longer the Oliver she knew. The lies started piling up the second I came home. Then you entered my life and soon enough I didn't need to lie anymore. Felicity, you know everything about me and understand me in ways I can't eve comprehend. Just a smile from you can brighten the worst of days and despite all the mistakes I've made you stuck with me. You believe in me and want me to be a better man, for you. It took me a long time to figure it out, but I love you. I didn't even really know what love was until you showed me. Unconditional trust and understanding.'

Oliver took a deep breath and took one of his hands and moved it to cup her cheek.

'I love you, without a doubt and no matter how it came about, I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. The only question is do you?'

Felicity's eyes never strayed as he made his speech, she took in every word and weighed it's worth. She knew he could never lie to her and every word had been the truth, and what words they were. He loved her, she knew for certain now. Oliver Queen loved HER, not Laurel Lance, but Felicity Smoak, IT-girl.

'I do.'

The smile that lit up Oliver's face could have powered the better half of the country with its intensity and Felicity couldn't help but return it.

'I know we have a lot to talk about, but can I please just kiss you?'

Felicity's request shocked him a bit, she was always so organised and wanted to get to the bottom of things with a tenacity that could rival his Arrow focus.

'Don't look so shocked! We're married, we have the rest of our lives for me to nag about Bruno Mars and tacky Elvis impersonators, but right now I would really like for my husband to kiss me and take me to bed.'

The look of pure lust she gave him got him into a state of arousal never before experienced and he wasted no more time to haul her into his arms and kiss the living daylights out of her. His wife, His love.