You guys, I never expected your tremendous support for this fic, so thank you very much! And because of that, this one-shot has turned into a multi-chapter fic. And since I feel really guilty about making you stew and wait for this installment, I've included links to a few polyvore sets I made while I was fleshing out this universe (just go to polyvore's main web page and append the rest of the url addresses I left below; failing that you can find me under the same profile: mauvemaven). Warning: These polyvore sets contain spoilers. So, without further ado, I'll leave you guys to it. XOXO

Felicity's Wardrobe: finally_felicity/set?id=165146535

Oliver's Wardrobe: finally_oliver/set?id=165127132

Team Arrow's Wardrobe: finally_thea_roy_lyla_digg/set?id=165211181

Team Flash's Wardrobe: finally_barry_caitlin_cisco/set?id=165167054

Chapter 2

Felicity tossed her head on the pillow as the sunlight began pelting her eyes. It was morning and she always hated it, unless she's had her mandatory cup of coffee. She had scarcely registered the spacious but very unfamiliar bedroom before she was moaning against the white hot pain that zapped through her head and lodged itself deep in her brain. The sound of the door opening had her jerking her head towards it – a reflex which caused the sharp ache to zigzag once again through the rest of her skull, leaving her dazed and nauseated.

"My brain!" She screamed as she closed her eyes and sank back against the pillows.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here," a voice, which she instantly identified as Oliver's, said.

"What happened?" She croaked, still not ready to open her eyes.

"You," his amused voice emphasized, "are having a colossal hangover!" He continued as his voice came from somewhere closer to her.

She stilled as she felt the bed dip with his weight and took a few deep breaths as her stomach rolled upon itself. She hasn't had a hangover in a while – none this bad ever, and she really wanted to know how she accomplished making herself so sick. Her whole head was still stuck on the pain cycle though, so she figured it was better to just ask. "Why?"

"Too much red wine and tequila," he answered casually as he slowly began to sit her up against him.

She grabbed onto him and held on tight as her world went upside down – or was it right side-up? She didn't really know anymore. She was on a lag. Once she felt herself settle on his chest, she tried to remember what happened the night before, but her brain was still refusing to cooperate, so her mouth just ran with the last question it spat out. "Why?"

"Hockey night," he said as he finally got her into a better position.

"Why?" She grumbled, still stuck on repeat.

"Don't try to think too much, Felicity," he chided – but the firmness in his voice was offset by the gentle way he was holding her. "Here, take this," he whispered as he popped a couple of pills into her mouth. "It's aspirin," he clarified as she balked at the bitter taste. He quickly held a glass of water to her mouth and she all but guzzled it down to wash the bitterness from her tongue.

"Hey, slow down," Oliver cautioned as he tried to curb her by tipping the glass away from her.

She moaned her disagreement and chased the lip of the glass with her teeth. Noting her disapproval, he didn't pull the glass completely away from her, but tipped it at a slighter angle instead until she finished drinking.

"Some more?" He asked softly.

She gave him a measured shake of her head before she rested against his chest. The hot ache in her skull had now settled into a steady, nagging throb. She didn't know which was worse. She burrowed further into him, finding the crook of his neck, hoping to distract herself from the pain with his warmth and his scent. His scent – fresh and clean, with a hint of baby powder – had always been one of the things that calmed her during rough days and tougher nights.

They spent a few minutes like that in silence, she may have passed out – she didn't know, but the throbbing seemed to be more tolerable. She was still afraid to open her eyes though, or make any sudden movements, so she just let herself sink more fully into him. That was when she felt him running his fingers through her hair, creating a soothing pressure on her nape and scalp.

"Go back to sleep. You'll feel better when I wake you up later," he whispered as his fingers continued to work their magic on her headache.

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Oliver needed to get busy after he laid Felicity back down to sleep again. He needed to get his blood moving because he refused to spend his first morning with her just lying around like his body was begging him to. He had just gone to his bathroom to run some water on his face, brush his teeth and take a couple of aspirin when he heard Felicity moan. He'd quickly accomplished his goals, knowing just how terrible she was feeling. He then brought a glass of water and the bottle of aspirin to her as he found her waking up to the effects of too much alcohol.

He hadn't really taken a serious drink in a long while and he had forgotten just how bad tequila was for him – vodka, he could chug like water but tequila had always been his weak spot. He had never really been able to get past a sixth shot without passing out, so he was thankful that last night's drinking game stopped when Cisco passed out after Starling City's fourth and final goal.

He should have never allowed Tommy to talk him into reviving the drinking game they used to play whenever a hockey game was on, back when they were younger. After the excitement of Thea jumping up and down and shouting about what she had witnessed in the kitchen, his friend told him that the hockey match had gone boring by comparison.

See, after having been pelted by a rain of Skittles and popcorn when his friends noisily and happily congratulated them as he and Felicity emerged from their kitchen rendezvous, Oliver discovered that he had, in his eagerness to secure his place in Felicity's life, thwarted a plan that their friends have put in place to get the two of them together.

"You just had to ruin our fun, didn't you?" Tommy had said as he had playfully cuffed Oliver over the shoulder. "We were all ready to get you two drunk and lock you in the closet to finally push you stubborn idiots together –

"Tommy even got me to steal these off my dad!" Laurel had interjected as she dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of their friends.

"– But you just had to jump the gun! But, seriously, buddy, I am happy for you guys," Tommy had continued as he engulfed him and Felicity in one big hug.

Apparently, the plot even had its own mission designation "Operation: Olicity", to which he had raised a disbelieving eyebrow. Tommy had said not to blame him for the codename – it was Cisco's idea.

And after all the cheering and the greetings (and the subtlety-worded threats from Digg and Lyla) and after the joy of their friends' support had died down and after a lackluster first period of terribly one-sided hockey – the Stars had been getting possessions without much resistance from the Knights (whose goalie was the only one not sleeping on the defense) – he was inclined to agree with his friend.

With the thinking that playing their game would get everyone back into the spirit of the championships, he had finally agreed with Tommy. When put to a vote, everybody else had agreed with them so Thea and Roy stopped making more mocktails for everybody, and retrieved shot glasses and two bottles of tequila from his bar.

They had kept the rules pretty much the same except for the shot at face-off: everyone gets split into two opposing teams (last night devolved into boys , who were all invested in their local team, vs. Cisco + girls, since he and Lyla were pretty much hardcore Knights fans), and members have to take a shot whenever the opposing team scores a goal. In addition to that, everybody takes a shot at the end of a period and an extra shot when a fight breaks out, regardless of which team started it. The game stops only when somebody passes out or needs to lose their dinner. Since Laurel and Lyla were restricted to mocktails, Cisco had volunteered to take on their shots for their team. Digg, after consulting with the other guys, then told Cisco that he didn't need to down his own shots because he was already pulling double duty for the girls.

And so their game had begun as the second period got off to the same bland start.

Then everything had turned on its head just as they were about to down their period-ending tequila shot.

The Knights scored a goal within seconds from the end of the second period and two more early in the third, so he had downed four shots within half an hour – which for him, was never a good thing. Meanwhile, the Stars, who remained scoreless in the second period after scoring a goal in the middle of the first, successfully converted two attempts on goal in the last 5 minutes of the game. The Knights were rightfully frustrated at having lost their lead and after one inadvertent but hard foul, a fight broke out not long after the equalizing goal. He had been woozy by that fifth shot, to say the least. He had to applaud Cisco, though, because when the Stars finally took the lead and the championship in the remaining minute of play, the guy had downed a total of eight full shots in near rapid succession, before he winked out in front of the lot of them.

By the time Digg had gotten to where Cisco lay, Oliver already had a very drunk, and a very handsy Felicity to contend with (' This is all well and good, Felicity, but you told me to behave and I'm sticking with it ' – her earlier request and a few choice words from both Lyla and Digg made him determined to keep it in his pants – but only until both he and Felicity were free to do something about it) while Barry tried to handle an inebriated and babbly Caitlin, who had been adorably propositioning the flustered speedster for 'his own good' (He will never un-hear her say ' Promise me, Barry, this time, you'll have a long good look at my goods… it's for your own good' to his rapidly and prominently blushing friend). Roy, meanwhile, was trying – and failing – to extricate himself from the clutches of a tipsy Thea, who had been licking him all over his face.

Nobody had really stayed long after the game. Suffice it to say that by the end of hockey night, Felicity had never really gotten to use her Loud Voice because by the time Digg finally got Cisco halfway up to the couch, she was already asleep and snoring in his arms – or on his lap, if he was going to be really precise.

He smiled a little at the memory. He had offered his penthouse to everyone, saying that he certainly had the space should they feel like crashing in his place for the night. Everyone was quick to decline, with Tommy saying that it was always better to wake up from a bender in some place that was more familiar. Everybody seemed to agree but he suspected that having witnessed him and Felicity earlier had made them want to give the new couple alone time – which he had been and still was grateful for, really.

So, plans had been made about who went home with whom. Tommy would be driving home with Laurel. Roy would be walking Thea back to her own place half a block down the street. Digg said that he would be leaving the Suburban's keys at Oliver's foyer table and hitching a ride with Lyla. It was then that Oliver had realized that he didn't really know where his Central City friends were crashing.

"How about you guys?" He had asked Barry.

"Oh, Felicity let us crash with her every now and then. I have a key."

"Wait, you have a key to her place?" Roy asked.

"They totally kissed," Cisco, who was still half on the floor and half on the couch, snorted from out of the blue.

"Oh my God! Did you kiss her before he did?" Thea tittered as her attention was diverted from Roy to Barry and her brother.

Barry didn't have to answer. His hotly blushing face told everything.

"Speedy." Oliver intoned, warning his sister to play nice.

"You know, he should be the one you call Speedy. He's a speedster, has kissed your girlfriend and already has a key to her place," Thea said petulantly toward the general direction of his voice, as she ticked off all her reasons on her fingers.

"Speedy!" Oliver chastised her again.

"Not Speed-y! Bar-ry!" Thea countered, clearly trying to indicate with woozy hands that his ire should be redirected from her to the other guy.

"You totally kissed her before I did. And it was one kiss – a quick one and it didn't really mean anything," Barry babbled defensively to fill the silence, "and she totally didn't make those kissy noises she was making earlier with you and – I'm just going to stop now," he said as he avoided Oliver's eyes.

Thankfully, Lyla had interrupted just as the awkward pause began to stretch, "Come on, Barry. Johnny and I will help you guys home."

And with that, everybody had gotten ready to leave.

Just as he was about to make a move to usher everyone to the door as they bade their goodbyes – Digg carrying Cisco like a sack of flour over his shoulder, with Tommy and Laurel on standby, Barry with a handful of Caitlin, Roy with Thea on piggyback and Lyla, who was bringing up the rear – Felicity, sensing his imminent departure, had curled more into his embrace and settled her weight fully unto him. Lyla had caught the movement and told him not to bother standing, that she'll arm the security system and lock the door once she got everybody else out. After shouting his thanks to all his friends who were then going into the lobby outside, telling them to check in with him when they got home and after another round of hasty goodbyes, he had finally been left alone with Felicity.

On any other day, he would have been able to get Felicity off him without batting an eyelash, but having had five shots of premium-grade tequila did a number on him. Felicity's position essentially boxed him into the couch and he couldn't really move without the room spinning, so he had just sat there, cradling her on his lap. Roy had called not ten minutes later saying that he and Thea had made it to her loft just down the street okay. Tommy had also called soon after, reporting that he and Laurel had gotten home fine. He had heard from Digg and Lyla, twice within the next half hour: once, when they got Barry, Caitlin and Cisco settled at Felicity's, and again when they were safely home themselves.

With all those out of the way, he considered what he would be doing next. Not really being able to move freely and not really wanting to since he liked having Felicity on him, he had decided that they would be spending the night on his couch – it was a good thing then that he had bought the daybed that Thea insisted was just a big sectional because he now had enough space for him and his armful of blonde. So with the very last bit of his strength, he had repositioned Felicity to lie on the couch, laid her head on a cushion and took her shoes off, before he slipped of his own and bunked down beside her. They had slept like that until he woke up about seven hours later, still with an armful of the sleeping blonde, before he finally relocated both of them to his bed upstairs.

The fact that it was the first time he had slept through the night in so long really didn't register with him because he was busy focusing on his memories of her – the way she had curled up into him, the way she had smelled.

It was really tempting to go back to bed with her just as he laid her on his bed for the second time but he feared that he may never get up again, with the way his body was complaining. So he made his way down to his gym and tried to work off his own hangover but couldn't get through more than a few reps on the salmon ladder. Rather than risk a fall, he opted instead to start making breakfast – brunch really, if he was going to be strict about it.

He forgot about the Skittles and the stale popcorn that littered the entrance to his kitchen until he almost slipped on the floor when some of those hazards got caught under his foot. Thinking that he didn't need a hungover Felicity falling over the same stuff, he went to where Raisa kept her cleaning supplies and retrieved the vacuum.

Oliver Queen thought he'd never see the day when he was doing this himself and here he was – God – was he growing up or what, he thought to himself. This was one thing he could add to his list of life skills. After having tracked Raisa down and after having charmed and coaxed her out of retirement to work for him three days out of every week, the older woman had told him that he needed to get a couple of things down because she wouldn't be available forever. And so he had submitted himself to a crash course of the essentials under the tutelage of his housekeeper just days after he closed escrow on the apartment.

And now here he was vacuuming his own floor and though he won't admit it to just anyone, it felt great. He got into the rhythm easily and was done in no time. Once he was convinced that he'd gotten all of it, he stashed away the vacuum and made his way back to his kitchen, ready to tackle another life skill that Raisa insisted was a must.

Next stop, brunch.

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