Oliver woke to the sunlight drifting in through the curtains, reaching over to find Felicity, he only felt a cold bed beside him. In a panic, he started screaming her name. "Felicity! FEL-IC-ITY! Felicity!" Out of no where, she appeared, dripping wet, with soapy hair, a towel half thrown around her. "Oliver, what's wrong? Are you Ok? What happened?" he rushed to her, crushing his arms around her. "I woke up and you were GONE. GONE Felicity." She began kissing his chest. "Not, gone, Oliver, taking a shower. You were sleeping so well, I didn't want to wake you. Come on, join me."
Oliver quickly discarded her towel, crumpling it on the floor, pulling her in the shower, closing the thick glass doors behind them. The water was still running, warm and inviting. Felicity began rinsing the shampoo from her hair, as Oliver trailed the soap that ran down her deliciously wet breasts, and nipples with his fingers. Felicity's breath caught in her throat, and was quick to rinse the rest of the shampoo from her golden locks. Oliver had already brought his mouth to one of her nipples, sucking gently, taunting the other with his hand. Felicity could already feel the heat rising in her core, begging to be filled by her love.
As Oliver released her nipple, he grabbed her hips, pressing her into the tile. She shifted, opening herself up to Oliver's already rock hard cock. He hitched her leg over his hip, and Felicity positioned him at her entrance. There was far less resistance this time, and soon he was fully enveloped by her. Time stood still for moments, neither of them moving, Oliver's head falling to her chest. In a strangled whisper, he sounded as if he was in tears. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve you, and you're still here." Felicity lifted his head to meet hers. There were tears in his eyes. "Oliver look at me. I'm never going anywhere. I Love You." Oliver released the breath he'd been holding and began thrusting into her. In almost choked sobs, he cried to her. "Please…Don't…Ever…Leave…Me."
Felicity was more than crushed to see her hero, this tough man, hardened by the world's cruelty, finally breaking down, fully letting her in his heart, fully trusting her with it. She tilted his head once again to meet her own as their bodies collided over and over, never her eyes leaving his. When she began to feel Oliver's legs shake, she rotated her hips, giving ragged friction to her bud, and the sweet spot in her core. Their orgasm hit them both with such force, they almost lost their footing in the shower.
They took turns carefully washing each other, knowing their time there was coming to an end, finally making love one more time before meeting up with Dig to fly back to Starling City, or what was left of it.
When they met up with Dig at the plane, Oliver made it clear as to who was flying, and it wasn't going to be him. He had no intention of leaving Felicity's side the rest of the flight back. As they got settled, Oliver asked Dig once again. "So, what's the news about you and Lyla?" Felicity watched as her friend sighed, took a deep breath, and blurted it out at once. "Lyla's pregnant." Both Oliver and Felicity were in shock, but were happy for them both. The rest of the plain ride was silent with the exception of Oliver and Felicity's kissing.
Landing in Starling was shocking. Nearly everything had been destroyed by Slade's army. Oliver had no place to live. The mansion had been seized, Dig was living with Lyla, and Felicity was unsure if her apartment building was still standing. First thing was first, get Dig home to his wife. Then Felicity and Oliver made their way back to Felicity's apartment building, which was surprisingly unscathed.
"Oliver, you're staying with me, I hope you know that." Oliver grabbed her hand and gently squeezed. "I was hoping you'd ask. I'd rather not ever wake up again without you beside of me. That is if you're willing to carry this poor ex-billionaire vigilante until we get the company back." Felicity kissed him gently. "Physically, no. I think you'll be doing the carrying. Financially, I have enough saved back, to keep us comfortable for a while." With that, Oliver swept her up bridal style with Felicity squealing the entire time, into their apartment and into their bedroom. He had wasted enough of the last two years not being in her arms. He wasn't going to waste another second.