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Insecurity (Oliver/Felicity)

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There are moments when Oliver is simply struck dumb at the fact that this brilliant and beautiful woman could actually love him. Like he said to John, Why did she choose me?, is a question that constantly taunted him.

Despite not being on par with Felicity's level of intellect, Oliver isn't naïve, he's noticed that she has a type—boyish good-looks and a higher level of intelligence. That first meeting Barry Allen he'd caught the attraction flicker through blue eyes before a slight fluttering of lashes. Couldn't forget no matter how hard he'd tried, and Oliver had tried, the adoring look given to Ray when they'd speak their Geek Squad language. Her own dead-not-dead ex, was even high in IQ.

Oliver Queen was not known for his smarts. He hadn't graduated from any of the four colleges. And while Lian Yu had taught him many things, and forced him finally grow up, it hadn't changed that. Plus the fact that he didn't mix well with technology before the island, much less after. His smart phone was used for calls, texts and to take the rare picture—the only apps downloaded were done so by Felicity and those were games. Oliver couldn't honestly understand Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or any other form of social media that Felicity and Thea were so fond of.

Hell, he was still barely able to work the Email app, and his girl installed and instructed him on it back when Oliver started as CEO.

Yet the love of his life? She could hack just about anything with the tap of a finger on her little tablet. She got Internet in places that didn't have Internet.

"What's with the Grumpy Face?" questioned Felicity as she sat next to him on the couch.

"Why did you choose me?" burst out before he'd even given his mouth permission, prompting him to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Her eyes widened behind glasses, "I—wha—huh…" was muttered under her breath, before she cleared her throat. "Now, what did you mean by that?"

"Felicity," he said slowly, dragging out the syllables out just to savor the taste of his favorite word. "I'm not like Ray or… or Barry. I don't understand when you speak science or tech. It takes me ten minutes to do what you can in ten seconds. And I'm—"

"I didn't choose you because of your skills with either computers," she interjected, to which Oliver shot her a look because that point was very obvious. Felicity hastened to continue, "I choose you, because of your heart. The fact that even five years of hell, you became a hero. You taught me to love again, changed my world, and helped me to become the best version of myself."

He blinked back tears and swallowed the lump in his throat. This woman always left him awash with emotions.

Oliver framed Felicity's face with his rough hands. "I love you, more than you'll ever know," he said, his voice tight with emotion. And before she could say anything, Oliver slanted his mouth over her own—consumed with the need to taste her, breathe her, and feel her. His tongue pushed against the seam of her lips, asking for permission that was quickly granted, heightening the passion and caused Oliver to knot his right hand in blond curls to keep her close.

The kiss lasted until their need to breathe became too much, and Oliver was sure that her lungs burned just as his did.

"I love you too, hun," Felicity whispered the words against his lips, breathing the words right into him.

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