Author's Note: This story just came to me. I have no idea what to do with it, or whether I'll continue, but I have the majority of it thought out. I feel like this might be a little intense for me to write... but if there's interest like there's been for my other major story, I may continue. So please review.

(This story came to me while listening to the song "Heart Shaped Wreckage" by Katherine McPhee and Jeremy Jordan. Damn that song.)

You are mine and I am yours.

They awoke in perfect bliss, wrapped in each others' arms with the sun streaking the sheets covering their naked bodies. The night before had been spent in nothing more than love-making; sighs and moans. They had repeatedly expressed the love they had recently been able to admit. They let the years of keeping themselves at safe distances rush away with each kiss and each touch, banishing their fears. Oliver hadn't felt so free. So alive. So in love. And he knew Felicity felt the same.

He stared into her eyes, admiring every aspect of her beauty. He had, for so long, ignored her appealing qualities. He had been much too afraid to admit he found her attractive. He had once told her he could never be with someone he truly cared for, but now with the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and drenching her blonde hair in golden light, he wondered how he had been able to remain serious and believable. All he had wanted was her, but he was unwilling to tell her the truth. He wondered how she hadn't been able to see through his cold facade.

Felicity blinked slowly, signaling to him in the cutest and most simple of ways that she wanted more affection. He pulled her closer and kissed the tip of her nose. She let out a small giggle that brouht a smile to his lips and he brought his hand down to the small of her back, forcing her body even closer. He felt her relax into him, and then felt her fingers trace shapes along the length of his spine. He glanced down to find her biting her lip, eyes closed. Quickly the desire that had filled their entire night returned in full force.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, gently at first, then with great force. She returned the intensity in equal measure, slowly bringing her hands down to parts of his body longing to be touched. He did the same, listening to her every sigh and moan. Soon he found her on top of his, her legs spread wide, welcoming him.

This bout of pleasure seemed to last an eternity, as the times before had. By the end, their bodies glistened with sweat and their hearts were beating rapidly. They collapse beside one another, snuggling into their pillows with their hands intertwined tightly. Oliver watched her doze off like a cat basking in the sun. He watched until she opened her eyes once more and grinned at his obvious obsession.

"What?" she asked, blushing slightly.

"You're beautiful."

"Shut up," Felicity whispered playfully.

"I'm serious," Oliver said. "I wish I had told you that before."

"I think you told me that enough last night, Oliver."

They chuckled and cuddled, their bodies warming from the closeness. He knew they had admitted, through their intimacy the words they'd so long kept unspoken. But did we say them?

He watched her sleep, nestled against his shoulder. He stroked her hair and admired its softness. When the silence felt too heavy and overwhelming, he shook her shoulder. "Felicity?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Slowly she lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes quickly filled with tears that never fell, and her smiled wide. "I've waited so long to hear you say those words," she said, followed by: "I didn't wanna say them first in case it made me seem desperate."

Oliver laughed, then touched her cheek. "So you feel the same?"

"Oh. Yes!" She shifted forward to kiss his lips lightly. "I love you, Oliver."

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. They cherished each moment they had, understanding the risks. Even as the city grew safer and safer, they remained cautious. They didn't trust the calm, believing it was signaling for a storm to begin. But nothing happened. No villains hatched plans of destruction. No criminals risked the wrath of the Green Arrow.

The time went on and they slowly relaxed. They spent each night together, rarely staying late at the lair. They went out on dates, enjoying the normalcy of being together out in the world for all to see. Eventually, Oliver moved into Felicity's home, the transition natural with all the time he spent there. He didn't miss the family mansion, which had been lost long ago along with his fortune. He had survived much worse than loss of money. With Felicity by his side, it didn't matter how much money he had. Even when he slowly began to gain his worth back and the family business came back under his name, their simple life together was all he cared about.

Within a year of their reliationship beginning, Team Arrow was no longer needed. The city was safe. The police force had all illegal activity under control, trusting the A.R.G.U.S. facility on Lian Yu would keep the most dangerous villains out of commission.

But all of them had forgotten one threat; one challenger to their peace.

The League of Assassins.

They came to Oliver and Felicity's home while they prepared dinner, enjoying the process of creating a dish from scratch. They didn't hear the door open, nor the collection of footsteps rushing through the living room and blocking their exits. They didn't notice the darkly clothed figures until one spoke, a deep voice shattering their domestic dream.

"Oliver Queen."

Oliver tensed, his heart stopping for a moment as he recognized the accent twisting the words. He turned to see the masked men standing straight and confident. "What are you doing here?" Oliver asked, stepping in front of Felicity protectively. She rested a hand on his shoulder.

"To collect you. We're in need of your skills. Ra's al Ghul longs for your loyalty. We must not fail him."

Oliver's hands clenched into fists and his jaw tightened. "I'm not joining the League."

The men remained stone still except for the one speaking. He stepped forward and pointed. "It's you or her, Oliver Queen."

Oliver turned slightly, looking behind him at Felicity. He felt all of his anger rush up and out. "She's not yours to take!" he exclaimed.

"If you don't go, we'll take what's keeping you here."

"I won't allow you to."

"So be it."

The Assassins had no weapons. They had come with the knowledge that Oliver had given up his role as the Green Arrow. They shifted into position for a fight. Oliver felt his heart sink. He stood no chance alone, but he had to try. I'm not going with them and they're not taking Felicity.

The leader crept forward and struck Oliver with a fist hard as stone. It had been so long since his last fight, and the blow struck him in the arm he used to shield his face. They exchanged a flurry of punches and kicks, remaining equals. Soon, more Assassins joined their leader, surrounding them. They stood in silent vigil, giving confidence to al Ghul's messenger. The fight continued on, with Oliver dealing and receiving punch after punch. Soon he was down, blood trickling from his lower lip. He glanced up and behind him, longing to see Felicity's supportive yet worried smile, but he found nothing. She was gone.

"Where is she?"

"Long gone."

"What'd you do?"

"Like I promised, we have taken what is keeping you here. Say good-bye to your lover, Oliver Queen. Soon she won't be the same."