Authors Note: This is my second story for the Olicity Hiatus-Fic-A-Thon organised by thebookjumper , this time I will be taking them as just singular prompts (if I can do it that way :P) that means they could be canon, could be AU, could be literally anything HOWEVER the twist in this time is I will add an element of smut in them all :P... WISH ME LUCK cause I might not be able to do it with my crazy schedule! So I hope you enjoy it :D

Oliver stared up at the sky, his bare back lay flat against the cool surface of the boat as his eyes glanced at the stars. He knew them all, he'd memorised them long ago, on one of the many cold nights on the island. He stared hard at them his arms under his head when he felt someone shift beside him.

"A night under the stars, not exactly how you envisioned it," he whispered as he felt her lips kissing around his still sensitive burn mark, clearly aiming for his heart. He let his eyes slip shut as he felt her loose hair falling around her face, brushing against his skin as she moved her lips over his broad chest. He didn't move to touch her or even rush her, as he just let the feel of her hands and lips moving across his bared skin, soothe him.

He could feel her touches becoming more urgent, when she scraped her teeth gently with each kiss and her fingernails scratched at his abs. He didn't dare open his eyes, instead letting her lead, letting her take complete control as he relaxed completely under her touch. He could feel her hand roaming sensually slowly down his abs, rubbing her fingers just on the underside of his pants; her fingertips cool compared to the warmth of his skin.

"Felicity," he moaned softly as her fingers pushed in further, until he felt feather light touches on the base of his cock. He kept his eyes slammed shut as his hips moved desperately towards her touch. He could feel her smirking against his skin, as her lips moved to his collar bones. Her hand pulled free and swiftly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers out the way to free him. He felt his cock twitch as the cool ocean breeze wrapped around him, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

He opened his eyes when Felicity grasped him in her palm. He glanced up at the stars as her hand squeezed lightly before pumping up and down. She added a small twist at the end before running her thumb over his leaking tip.

"Felicity... oh baby," he whimpered his hips moving on their own as he closed his eyes once more. She said nothing as he felt her hand stop, and she lifted her leg over both of his. He could feel the warmth of her calves pressed into his hips as she positioned him to her entrance. He held his breath as she sank slowly down onto his erection. He planted his feet, bending his knees, feeling her ass against his thighs as her soft walls pulsed against every ridge of his shaft.

He gasped as he felt her lean forward over him, shifting the angle and he couldn't help but twitch inside her. She pulled herself up, and as she pushed herself back down he thrust into her, meeting her over and over again, every single time.

It wasn't long until she was a quivering mess above him. He opened his eyes, looking up to see the woman he loved hovering above him, the dark sky and stars surrounding her in almost loving embrace. His past, his present and his future all collided together as he focused in on her beautiful blue eyes, amidst all the darkness and beauty surrounding him. He let his eyes close as he focused on the feel of her body against his, of his heart pounding in his ribcage.

"Oliver?" A woman's voice broke through. Instantly he jumped up, his body primed to fight. His eyes unfocused on his surroundings as he tried to remember what the hell was happening. "Oliver, are you okay?"

"Lyla..." he mumbled finally focusing on her as she stepped fully onto the small deck. "Sorry."

"No, no it's been a rough week," she answered. "But-"

"I'm not giving up," he replied sternly. "I am not stopping looking for her, for him, for all of them."

"Of course not. That's my husband out there too," she answered. "But your son..."

"William?" he asked unable to hide the concern.

"Do you really think he should be here?" she asked.

"He's got nobody else Lyla," he replied. "And I need to find his mom, and Felicity, and John and the whole team." He swallowed before emphasising his next words. "Our family."

She nodded in agreement. "I just don't know if a boat, in the middle of nowhere with a man he barely knows and a handful of ARGUS agents is what he needs."

"I am what he needs," Oliver answered. "I am his father, I am here and I am all he has. I can't leave him, but I can't leave here too."

"Fine," she replied. "But you need to talk to him, open up, and you're no use to anyone without sleep either."

"I won't sleep properly till my whole family is safe, until I get to hold Felicity again," he mumbled, his mind thinking back to his dream from mere moments ago, almost tormenting him in his despair.

"We'll find them, whatever it takes," she answered seriously.

"Ma'am," an agent shouted.

"Yes?" Lyla asked turning towards them.

"We have potential sightings!" Lyla spun her head to look back at Oliver as he stood there blinking.

He grasped his shirt pulling it back on. "Well all hands on deck, let's go find our family," Oliver shouted as everyone around them seemed to kick into action.