My first ever Olicity fic... I am so nervous about the reaction I might get because I'm so used to PLL and HSM and I never thought I'd try something new. But Oliver and Felicity have recently become my favourite ship in the entire universe and I've had so many fic ideas floating around in my head for weeks now that I just couldn't not write something. I don't know where I'm going to go with this story yet but I just had to get some ideas down somewhere and voila! This is what I came up with.

I hope you enjoy this; please feel free to leave reviews, good or bad! xo

"Okay so I have a proposition for you,"
"You know I love a good proposition,"
Oliver laughed softly under his breath, gazing down at Felicity whose head remained buried in her book even as she spoke, her eyes never once leaving the page. Her golden blonde hair was splayed out over her back, blowing gently in the ocean breeze, her head rested in her hands as she read. Her usual porcelain skin was now brilliantly tanned, almost sparkling in the sunlight after weeks of beach days and hikes and adventures underneath the hot sun of the Indonesian summertime.
"How about we just never go back home?" Oliver asked, pulling himself out of his internal monologue, the same monologue he had found himself in many times during the trip; his mind almost reflexively turning Felicity into poetry whenever he looked at her for too long.
Felicity glanced up from her book and smiled.
"That's not a great proposition, Oliver. I mean, in my experience, a proposition should include deep thought on both the pros and cons and perhaps requires a few days to mull over in careful scrutiny. What you just gave to me was nothing short of a rhetorical question. Meaning the only answer I could possibly give is 'do you really need me to answer that?'"
Oliver laughed again and laid down on his back next to Felicity.
"I'm serious… we could just never go back you know?" he said, thoughtfully, twirling a piece of Felicity's hair around his index finger.
Closing her book Felicity rested her head on Oliver's shoulder.
"You know, most of the time you start sentences with 'I'm serious', you're really not serious at all," she said, quietly, matter of factly, closing her eyes and relishing in the warm sunshine on her face.
Oliver closed his eyes too and wrapped his arm around her. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, both just completely comfortable in each other's presence and silence.
"You miss Thea, Oliver. And she misses you. And I was texting Dig yesterday and he misses you too! As much as it killed him to admit it," Felicity giggled.
Oliver smiled and kissed the top of Felicity's head.
"I know, I do miss them, you're right. But when we go home, I'll miss this even more," he replied, tracing his fingers softly up and down her ribcage.
Feeling her smile into his shoulder, he shifted slightly causing her to lift up her head briefly. Oliver seized the opportunity to slip a finger under her chin and turn her head to face him. Felicity closed her eyes instinctively as Oliver pulled her slowly to him and kissed her softly on the lips. Oliver had kissed her a hundred times before but each time their lips pressed together, it still took Felicity's breath away. The simple fact that they were here, together, finally, would probably always feel slightly surreal.
"Love you," she whispered into his mouth, before kissing him back.
His arms tightened around her in response and his lips moved from hers to the top of her head once again.
"Love you too," he whispered back.
A few minutes passed as they held each other, listening to the crash of the ocean.
"Okay this is very lovely, but I'm absolutely starving," Felicity said all of a sudden, sitting up and wrapping her jacket around her shoulders.
Oliver laughed, sitting up too.
"Of course you are," he chuckled, watching her as she stood up and began to brush sand from her legs.
"Where shall we eat tonight?" she asked as she picked up her book and slipped it into her bag.
"Your choice," he replied, standing up.
"You're sure there isn't a Big Belly Burger on this beautiful island of Bali, right?"
Oliver laughed loudly and pulled her into him for a hug.
"I'm sure," he grinned. "But there is a very delicious place down the street from the hotel that might just be better than Big Belly Burger,"
Felicity laughed too.
"I'm sold already," she giggled, taking Oliver's hand as they walked up the beach towards the hotel.

"How do I look?" Felicity asked Oliver, exiting the bathroom and twirling around on the spot, smiling.
Oliver knew the answer before even looking at her but he looked anyway, as he always did, because looking at her was one of his favourite things.
Felicity took his breath away on a daily basis and this was no exception. She stood leaning against the doorway in a deep red dress that ended at her shins and glazed her every curve tightly, gliding over her body as though the dress was designed for no one else in the world except her. Her long, blonde hair was left natural, delicate waves cascading down past the plunging neckline of her dress, perfectly revealing her chest, to her waist where it settled against her, the blonde colour a dazzling contrast against the tanned skin of her arms and the dark red of her dress. Her toned calves were on full display thanks to the pair of silver heels she wore, the straps framing her ankles and her plum painted toes. Her makeup was soft over her cheeks and eyes, drawing the attention directly to her crimson lips, almost the same shade of lipstick as her dress. For the first time during their trip she'd opted for her glasses rather than contact lenses, something Oliver absolutely adored. As well as her glasses she also accessorised her outfit with silver bracelets, rings and the necklace Oliver had bought for her a few days ago; a silver chain with a delicate arrow pendant hanging from it.
There weren't words in any language to describe how incredibly beautiful she looked.
"Earth to Oliver," Felicity giggled, waving her hand in front of Oliver's face.
Oliver smiled sheepishly, peeling his eyes from her to glance at the floor, blushing.
"Sorry, you just… dazzled me a little," he laughed.
"I'll take that as a compliment?"
"Please do. You look…,"
"Dazzling?"
"Indeed," Oliver laughed again, leaning in to kiss Felicity's cheek.
"Hey! Watch the makeup!" she exclaimed, jokingly pushing Oliver backwards.
Within seconds Oliver had taken her arm, twisted it gently but firmly around and pressed her against the wall. Their faces were millimeters apart, Felicity's breath caught in her throat, startled by Oliver's sudden movement. She exhaled deeply, her own turn to smile sheepishly.
"I sometimes forget you're like, really strong,"
Oliver laughed and released her arm but kept their faces close.
"What, after all those hours you must have spent watching me pull myself up and down the salmon ladder, you somehow still forget how I strong I am?" he teased, his hands sliding around Felicity's waist to caress her bare back.
"I'm sorry if I've never been in a workplace where it's the norm to be shirtless and sweaty as often as you are. I mean, I bet even Diggle catches himself staring once or twice," she replied, wrapping her own arms around Oliver's neck, nuzzling her nose against his chest.
"I'm sure he does," Oliver chuckled, kissing the top of Felicity's head.
"I don't even think I want to go out for dinner anymore," Felicity mumbled into Oliver's chest, curling her fingers into his hair that had grown considerably over the course of their vacation.
"Are you sure?"
Felicity thought for a moment.
"Okay well maybe we could just have a quick dinner,"
Oliver smiled into her hair, sliding his hands over her butt, squeezing it softly.
"Oliver, you're not helping," Felicity laughed.
"I'm not sorry," he grinned.
"Don't be," she smirked back, lifting her head from his chest to face him.
Oliver was about to kiss her when she pressed a finger to his lips.
"Don't you dare ruin my lipstick,"
"Or what?" Oliver teased, licking his lips.
"You'll see later," she flirted back, stepping away from him swiftly.
Picking up her purse, Felicity glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
"You still look dazzling," Oliver said matter of factly, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.
"Thank you, Mr Queen," Felicity smiled.
"I'm still thinking about ruining that lipstick, by the way,"
Felicity laughed as she headed towards the door.
"Oh I'd like to see you try," she teased, opening the door and gesturing for Oliver to exit first.
"This isn't over,"
"I sincerely hope it's not," Felicity smirked, closing the door behind them and slipping her hand naturally into Oliver's as though she'd done it everyday of her life.

Oliver and Felicity were halfway through dinner, and halfway through a bottle of wine when Oliver suddenly put down his knife and fork and looked over at Felicity.
"I need to ask you something," he simply said.
Felicity finished the remaining drops of wine in her glass before gesturing for him to continue.
"Don't worry, it's nothing bad," Oliver smiled, sensing Felicity's anxiety.
Immediately she relaxed again and smiled back.
"Sorry, it's just the first time we ever went on a date sticks in my mind involuntarily and when you look seriously at me like that, I just panic a little automatically,"
Oliver leaned over and began to refill her glass with wine.
"Yeah, our first date was… eventful," he chuckled.
"So what's up?" she asked, taking a sip from her newly filled glass.
Oliver leaned back in his chair.
"I just… what I asked earlier on the beach… I just don't want to lose this when we go home. I don't want to have to schedule you in between other things or share you with anyone or not have time to just go out for dinner whenever we feel like it. We've been here for 6 weeks now and I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. I don't want to lose this, any of this," Oliver sat up and took Felicity's hand in his.
She smiled, rubbing her thumb over his.
"Oliver, you won't ever lose this. We just have to adapt this so it stays this. No one can stay on vacation forever, not even Oliver Queen. But just because we go home, doesn't mean any of this has to change. I mean, obviously the beach walks and date nights and expensive dinners have to change, but not this. Not us. Not ever,"
"I know…" Oliver was still not convinced and the tone of his voice broke Felicity's heart.
"Stop it, Oliver. Stop thinking that life is going to get in the way. Stop thinking that everything ends. I know life has sucked for you for a long time and you have every right to flip off the world at every opportunity. But not everyone leaves, I promise. I love you and you aren't going to lose me, no matter what,"
Oliver stared at his plate, refusing to look at Felicity for fear that she would see in his eyes how afraid he was.
"Oliver, look at me, please. It's okay. I promise I'm not going to leave you,"
"What makes you so sure?" Oliver whispered, barely meeting her eyes.
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I am absolutely in love with you,"
Oliver met her gaze then.
"You are?" he stuttered.
"Duh, of course I am. I mean, this isn't exactly how I wanted to tell you, angrily in the middle of a ridiculously overpriced restaurant with wine that isn't even that great, but there you go,"
Oliver smiled and finished his wine.
"You're right about the wine," he said.
Felicity rolled her eyes.
"Is that it?"
Oliver took out his wallet and left a bunch of notes on the table.
"Let's get out of here,"
"But I haven't had dessert yet!"
"Felicity, I want to take you home and answer your question there,"
Felicity saw his eyes darken and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
"Well can we at least order frozen yogurt later?" she smiled, standing up.
"Later, we can do whatever you like. Just please, can we go now?"
He took her hand and pulled her away from the table. Felicity's overexadggerated sigh was all the response Oliver needed.
"With fruit and chocolate sauce?" she added with a grin, as Oliver practically dragged her out of the restaurant.
They were barely outside when Oliver pulled her towards him and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Oliv… m… lipst…" Felicity mumbled into his mouth.
Oliver kissed her harder in response, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Felicity practically melted as his tongue filled her mouth and she wrapped her arms around his waist.
They kissed breathlessly for almost a minute before Felicity pulled back.
"Oliver, we're in a parking lot," she laughed, inhaling as much air as she could.
Oliver intertwined their fingers and rested his forehead against hers.
"And I think you're wearing more lipstick than I am now," she added, giggling softly.
Oliver sniggered, lifted his head from hers and pouted at her, causing Felicity to laugh out loud.
"What do you think of my new look?" he joked, still pouting.
"Oliver, stop. I've just had nearly an entire bottle of wine and laughter like this is not helpful when the nearest bathroom is back at the hotel," Felicity buried her head against Oliver's chest so she couldn't see his hilarious expression anymore.
Oliver swept her up into his arms and Felicity let out a squeal as he carried her across the parking lot.
"You don't usually carry me like this unless I've been knocked unconscious during an unprovoked or otherwise attack aimed predominantly at The Arrow," she babbled, the wine suddenly seeming to reach her brain causing an attack of the giggles.
Lolling her head against Oliver's neck she kissed him there, slipping her tongue in and out of her mouth, teasing his hot skin as Oliver's arms wrapped tighter around her, his pace speeding up, getting them back to the hotel in record time.

Oliver and Felicity barely made it back to the hotel before their lips crashed together again. Oliver walked Felicity backwards as they kissed until she was pressed against the wall again before lifting her arms above her head and holding them there. Keeping her arms held fast Oliver's lips moved to Felicity's neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling her there, sending waves of pleasure along every nerve of her body. Aching to touch him she strained against him, trying to free her arms, moaning with both frustration and delactation.
"Oliver," she sighed as he moved his mouth from her neck to her chest, following the direction of the fabric of her dress as it gradually descended towards the softly contoured line between her breasts. Letting her arms free, Oliver glided his hands down the sides of her body and whilst still teasing her chest with his mouth, began to slowly slide her dress zipper down.
Felicity grabbed the bottom of Oliver's shirt, caressing his perfectly toned stomach as she lifted the fabric over his head.
"Are you- is this okay?" Oliver asked, pausing briefly for her consent before allowing her dress to slip down her body onto the floor.
"Of course, don't stop," Felicity gasped pulling Oliver's head back to her chest.
As her dress dropped to the floor Oliver barely gave her time to step out of it before sweeping her up into his arms and onto the bed. Leaving her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, Oliver crouched down between them, scattering kisses down her totally sculpted calves before undoing the buckles on her heels quickly and slipping them off of her feet. Tracing plenty of kisses back up her calves, over her knees and along her thighs, Oliver softly and slowly worked his way back up, taking the time to kiss every inch of her legs.
"Oliver, I want to kiss you," Felicity moaned, leaning up on her elbows.
Before she could say anymore Oliver began to trace the fabric of her panties with his mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of his mouth against the satin and lace.
"Oh, never mind," Felicity mumbled, her arms giving way causing her to fall back again onto the bed.
Oliver laughed softly, hot air feeling deliciously pleasant between Felicity's legs.
Oliver began to suck gently, Felicity's body rippling with pleasure. Moving his lips briefly back to her inner thighs, Oliver slipped his fingers underneath the elastic of her underwear, tenderly pulling the delicate material down. Felicity moaned and Oliver felt the muscles in her thighs tighten as he began sucking again now the material was out of the way, encouraging him to tease her more.
"Mmmmmm, you're like, really good at that," Felicity keened, breathlessly.
Despite the intensity of the moment, Oliver laughed and looked up to find Felicity giggling too.
"Did I just say that out loud?" she asked, her cheeks flushing red.
"You did. And thank you," Oliver smiled, beginning to plant kisses along her hipbones and lower abdomen.
"You're very welcome," Felicity smiled back running her fingers through Oliver's hair.
"What do you want?" he mumbled between kisses.
"You. Always you,"
"How do you want me? Right now,"
Felicity sat up quickly and placed her mouth on Oliver's.
"Right now? Less clothed would be a start," she smirked after a minute or two of kisses, taking his belt in her hands and making quick work of the buckle. He helped her once he was free of his belt, stepping swiftly out of his dress pants he had worn especially for their dinner date. Kneeling on the bed as he stood in front of her she began to kiss his abs, one at a time. As she worked her mouth along his abdomen he played mindlessly with her hair, reveling in the sight of her toned butt on display for him. Felicity must've sensed him staring as she innocently looked up and asked,
"Enjoying the view?" with a flirtatious flutter of her eyelashes.
"Spectacular as always," Oliver smirked back, climbing onto the bed and leaning down to place his mouth onto Felicity's.
He ached to be inside her but he knew like always, the longer it took for her to let him have his way, the more incredible it would feel.
"Am I frustrating you?" Felicity grinned into his mouth, feeling his hardness pressing against her stomach.
"You never frustrate me," Oliver mumbled back, kissing her neck, hoping she both could and couldn't hear the sarcasm in his tone. "Except when you speak in technological vocabulary that I really can't understand," he added.
"You are so adorable," Felicity giggled as he kissed her, stroking her hands up and down his back.
Oliver moved to kiss down her chest again but before he could Felicity pulled him down on top of her so they were both laying down before rolling them over so she was sitting on his stomach.
"How about this view?" she asked, gazing down at him from underneath her glasses.
Oliver traced his fingers over her thighs, tickling her softly.
"Just as spectacular," he whispered, trailing his fingers up her abdomen towards her breasts.
Felicity flicked her hair over her shoulders so it wouldn't get in the way of Oliver's hands. Keening with pleasure as she filled his hands, Felicity closed her eyes. Oliver moved one hand from her breast, slipped it around her back and pulled her gently forwards so she was lying on top of him.
"Can I tell you something?" he asked, moving a strand of hair from her face that had fallen in front of her eye.
"Of course," Felicity replied, kissing the end of his nose.
"I wanted to tell you now before we go any further so you'd know it wasn't just a heat of the moment thing and that I actually meant it,"
She smiled and kissed his chest.
"I'm sorry for freaking out earlier, I really am. I've just… I mean I've never… I don't,"
Felicity laughed and said,
"Do I have to remind you again that I'm usually the one speaking in sentence fragments, not you?"
Oliver laughed too and let himself relax. Something about her reminded him to do that more often; relax.
"Basically what I'm trying to say is that you make me really happy, happier than I've ever been and my life has been somehow magical ever since I met you. As demanding and as dangerous as the work we do can be, I'd do it all over again if it meant I could see you everyday and work alongside you and have you help me save the world as you do so well. I'd do it all over again if it meant that one day you'd fall in love with me. And the truth is, Felicity, I'm in love with you too. And if I'm honest, I think I have been ever since I burst into your office as you were chewing on that red pen,"
Felicity felt tears in her eyes and she stared down at the man beneath her. The bravest and most noble man she had ever had the pleasure of knowing. The strongest and most passionate man she'd ever met. The man who had suffered pain and heartbreak and torture time and time again yet still fought endlessly for the lives of others. The man who had no reason to believe in anyone, yet somehow opened himself up and believed in her more than anyone ever had. The man who over the last three years had become her best friend, her lover and everything in between.
Unable to respond in words Felicity simply kissed Oliver, passionately, letting him inside her as she did so.
The sun began to rise around them as they chased their release together, knowing somehow that no two people had ever fit together so perfectly before them.