Authors Note: This is my fourth prompt for the Olicity Hiatus-Fic-A-Thon organised by thebookjumper. This is my one-shot version, and this is smutty NSFW! It is also AU this time, and as I won't have time to get onto my laptop to post tomorrow this is an early present for lou-lou26 HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL! Enjoy!

Summary: Felicity is no longer Overwatch since the world basically fell apart and without her team, she makes a stand, but what happens when someone from her past comes to stop her interference. (Kind Of Apocalyptic AU :P)

The world as she knew it was falling apart, or rather had fell apart. The wrong people had gotten into power, and her city had been left to burn as an example of how wrong it could all go, if it weren't for their powerful leaders. She knew the only way to defeat such evil was to take a stand, to fight back but that was easier said than done. The people of the city had turned on one another, the police force completely ineffective, as criminals and crime skyrocketed. So as a result the people in the rest of the world had fallen into line. They followed like sheep, too scared to do anything apart from a handful of people in the resistance, one that she was a part of.

She had used her computer skills at first, aiding those she loved outside of her city, Star City. She had helped the rebellion gain key information, kept them hidden and joined many together, but it was not enough. She needed to make a bigger stand, one that would get her noticed. So she trained herself, in the shadows and darkness, she spent a year improving herself before she donned her mask and Ghost Fox Goddess was born.

She used all her skills to show the world she could take a stand, she helped the people of Star City, she protected them. She recorded and distributed what she did for months. She took down criminal after criminal, the police force started to take a stand and the people started to support her.

Word of her heroism spread, not only in the city but around the world. More people fought back, more people joined the rebellion and the powers that be were starting to lose control, so they did the only thing that they could. After several failed attempts, they sent him. Their best man, to end her and end this. She knew they'd send him eventually, running out of options with all the other teams they had sent, he appeared to be their only and last choice. The Green Arrow.

That was how they'd ended up here, in an abandoned building she would never forget. He hadn't managed to get near her yet. He had aimed an arrow or two, that she barely evaded and got knocked off her feet with an explosive one. But she had been toying with him, trying to lead him away from the moonlight into the darker corners of the building, the ones unseen by anyone.

"Give this up goddess," he shouted, his voice hidden by the modulator. "You can't keep this up forever, one way or another this ends tonight."

She pressed herself against the column, steadying her breathing as she tried desperately to hear his movements. For a man his size he was light footed. She listened intently before she heard the way his bow snapped as it released an arrow. She ducked instantly, at the same time tossing a throwing star in the direction that the sound had come from. She felt a shiver run down her spine when the arrow embedded itself in the wall where her head had been mere seconds ago.

"You missed me," she stated using her own modulator. She looked up to where she had thrown her blade. He wasn't there anymore, and she felt her body tightened. She jumped to her feet heading for the door to the even darker corridor. She didn't need to glance back to know he was following her, but she did it anyway. He was impressive, the green leather pulled on every single one of his muscles making him look even deadlier. She slammed the door shut behind her, pulling all various abandoned pieces of furniture in the way. She knew it wouldn't stop him, and probably not really slow him down, as he'd agilely jump them.

She knew he'd catch her. She wasn't any match for him, not really, but she needed to get to the room at the end of the corridor, to where it had all began. She noted the fallen beam in front of her and instantly dropped to her knees sliding underneath it. Her purple leather jacket splayed out behind her and as she leant fully back she could see him close behind. She jumped up to her feet, but before she could fully reach the door she felt something pulling her back. She turned to see him grasping the very edge of her jacket. She tried to pull free, but his grip merely tightened. She took a deep breath, before she threw her leg backwards. Her heeled foot collided with his jaw causing his hold to slip, and she ran for the door, only glancing back to see him rubbing a hand over his face.

The instant she stepped into the room, she stilled. The low glow of her various computers made the room bright, the natural light blocked out with a blackout blind. She steeled her spine making sure her hood covered her face as he stepped into the room bow drawn.

"This is over," he answered. "Just give yourself up."

"If I do that they'll kill me," she replied raising her arms up in a fighting stance.

"They won't," he answered.

She laughed dryly. "Do you really believe that? Or do you tell yourself that to stop the reality of the pain?" She could see his jaw tense under his hood.

"It is not that simple," he replied sharply.

"Oh please," she answered pushing him.

"You have no idea what it's like," he spat out. "I have to do this."

"No, they make you think you have to do this. But you don't," she answered, still holding her stance. "I don't want to fight you."

He threw his bow to the floor with a clatter. "Sadly, we have no choice, not anymore." He threw himself forward, his strength not a match to her speed. She ducked under his arm landing a hit to his stomach which seemed to cause him no pain. He responded in kind throwing a punch which she blocked with her forearm, but he blocked her retaliation easily.

"There is always a choice," she said through clenched teeth using all her strength to push him away, but it wasn't enough. He barely even took a step back. "There is always another way," she said spinning on her heels.

Instantly he grasped her pulling her back against his warm chest as he held a small pocket arrow to her throat. The tip jabbing into her skin. "I knew someone who used to say that," he growled next to her ear. "But she paid the ultimate price for it."

"Did she really?" she offered, no longer fighting back and stilling completely in his arms.

"Just shut up," he said clearly struggling with her words.

"If you're going to kill me, you should at least look me in the eyes," she replied, ignoring him.

"I'll do what I please," he answered holding her tighter.

"Is this what you do to survive now?" she asked unable to hide the sadness, even with the modulator. She could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against her spine. "I mean, you weren't like this before-"

"You do not know the monster I am," he replied evenly.

"You could never be monster," she whispered.

He pressed the blade a little harder, a drop of blood running down her skin. "I am," he answered darkly. "I've killed hundreds in the name of our leaders, I've tortured lesser people than yourself for information-"

"I'm not scared to die," she replied. "Nor would I ever talk if you tortured me."

"You're a fool," he answered with a shake of his head. His arm started to tighten even harder around her waist, making it slightly harder for her to breath. "If you don't tell us everything, I'll just slit your throat."

"Then do it," she answered. "If this is the way it's going to end, it only seems fitting to be you." She let that statement hang in the air, let the silence drag out. "Just do it, Oliver." Instantly he froze, she felt his chest ceased and his muscles tense. "What did you just call me?" he asked.

"Oliver, it's your name."

"No, I am The Green Arrow," he growled.

"That might be the persona you give yourself to distance yourself from it all, but I know you Oliver. I know the real you."

"No, that man died a long time ago," he answered. "He died when he lost everything, everyone… and only the monster was left!" he shouted.

"But you didn't lose everything," she whispered. She fidgeted hitting the modulator button in her sleeve. "You didn't lose me," she stated plainly using her own voice, letting him hear her emotions. She felt him take a shaky breath, his arms dropping instantly from her as he spun her around.

She looked up into his blue eyes, even under his hood and behind his mask the shock couldn't be hidden. Tentatively he raised his hand to her face, his finger trailing over the contours of her mask, before he slowly moved to her hood pushing it down. He gasped unable to hide his emotions. "Felicity," he said in complete awe.

"You're alive," he whispered and she watched his eyes flicker to her purple lips before back to her eyes.

She reached her hand up pulling his hood down too, both wearing their gear in the office that started it all. She placed her hand over his heart, feeling it thundering under her palm. The adrenaline in their systems buzzing around the room. She knew she had lots of questions to answer, as did he but all that mattered in that moment was them. Both of them alive, both here, together.

Abruptly he kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her impossibly close. He shoved a hand into her black hair, deepening the kiss. It was all teeth clanging, tongues caressing, and lips smacking as the passion built. When they both pulled back for air Felicity gasped, lolling her head back on a low moan. Olivers hand in her hair slipped as her black wig fell from her head and her blonde hair cascaded around her. She chuckled as she watched him toss it somewhere and his lips landed on her neck, kissing and licking where he had marked her earlier, clearly trying to fix it.

"Oliver," she moaned threading her fingers through his hair. His beard was longer than it had been, as it tickled against her soft skin. His hands were pulling at the buckle around her waist, opening it haphazardly as she pulled the zipper of his jacket down. They pulled apart both breathing deeply as they each pulled their own jackets off leaving them to fall to the floor in a pile. Oliver stood there shirtless whilst Felicity had a black T-shirt on, he stepped forward his eyes never leaving hers as he grabbed the edge of her shirt lifting it over her head and tossing it to join her wig.

His eyes roamed her body, it was obvious he was noting the many scars that now littered her body. The scratches and scrapes from months of crime fighting, but his eyes stopped on the sword wound in the centre of her chest, pretty much mimicking his own from years earlier. She could see the pain, hurt and memory as clear as day on his face. She needed to comfort him, she needed to take that away.

She reached behind herself unclasping her bra as he stepped forward and lifted her. Their lips met once more, in another heated kiss as she pressed her breasts against the hard planes of his chest. She moaned into his mouth at the delicious friction over her sensitive nipples. Her legs wrapped around his hips just before he pressed her back into the wall. She could feel the his bulge even through both layers of their pants, and her hips moved of their own accord.

"Oh god, Felicity," he mumbled pulling back. He pressed his forehead to hers, just staring into her eyes so intently, it made her heart hammer even more. He pinned her even more fully into the wall, her back bowed causing her to press her hips even more against him. He growled in response, his hand running down her side as his lips latched onto her neck. He brushed the side of her breast causing a shiver to run down her spine, before dragging his hand slowly lower and lower until he splayed it across her abdomen. She could feel his fingers twitching before he moved them to undo her pants button and zipper.

"Oliver…" she whimpered as he forced his hand into the small space between them and into her pants. She bucked against him when his middle finger dragged up her slit.

"You're so wet… you're just sooo… alive," he mumbled against her neck before he started to suck on her pulse point. She threw her head back, it clunked a little on the wall but didn't stop her as he pushed a finger inside her. Her walls pulsated around him, and she craved him desperately.

"Oliver, god… I need you…" she moaned as he pumped two fingers inside her and she screamed.

"I've missed this, I've missed you…" he answered working her over even harder. He pushed his palm hard against her clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her.

She gasped for air, her whole body shaking completely lost in the pleasure she hadn't felt so long now. "Oliver," she moaned. "Oliver. Oliver. Oliver," she repeated his names as she clamped her walls around him, unable to stop the orgasm that was edging quickly to its peak. He bit down on her neck as he curled his fingers inside her, rubbing her g spot, as he pressed on her clit. The world around her fell apart, leaving only her and him, as blinding pleasure crashed over her in wave after wave. She could feel her juices coating his fingers as he never stopped. When her body finally stopped shaking from the force of her orgasm, he licked and kissed the clear mark he had left on her neck. His hand pulled out of her pants, but his, now even more apparent, bulge pressed squarely against her and she gasped breathlessly.

"Need you inside me… now," she whispered into his ear before pulling his head back up to her lips so she could kiss him.

She unwrapped her legs, sliding down his body slowly, letting him feel everyone one of her curves and she smiled as he moaned into the kiss. "Felicity…" he whispered softly against her lips. Her hands found his pants buckle, undoing it easily before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His strong hands grasped her hips where he yanked her leather pants and panties down. A trail of her juices ran down her thighs from the soaked garments, as his lips kissed down her body. First between her breasts, slowly dragging his lips down, pressing a kiss to her scar, before her pants reached her feet and he stood again removing his own pants as she kicked off her boots, and removed all remaining clothing.

When she finally looked at him again, his cock was stood to attention, his eyes completely blown as they roamed all over her body with a hunger of that of a starved man. She gasped as she practically ran at him, she kissed him deeply as she wrapped a single leg around his hip, and he grasped it in his large palm.

"Take me," she whimpered against his lips and he growled. He lifted her completely up, before he slowly lowered himself onto the floor, until his back was flat against it. She could feel his rock hard abs underneath her, as his cock twitched against her ass.

"Felicity," he whined as her hands caressed his torso, her hips rocked of their own accord covering him in her wetness and he groaned loudly. She lifted herself slowly scooting down, she reached for his cock teasingly rubbing his tip over her entrance. "Fuck!" he swore loudly, throwing his arm over his eyes, his fist clenched as he struggled with his control.

"Yes please," she whispered as she placed him at her entrance and slowly sank down. Both of them moaned as she took him as far as possible. She stared down at him as he moved his hands to her hips, the hunger still present but there was now a softness shining through as she began to rise. She placed a hand to his chest for balance, before sinking back down again, this time adding a twist to her hips and he whimpered.

Instantly he sat up, his lips wrapping around her nipple. She grounded down onto him and he bit her. She moaned, her hands threading in his her once more as she rocked against him. He thrust a little as he moved his lips to her other nipple, and her walls clamped around him. She could feel him twitching, feel her juices coating them both as the ridges of his shaft rubbed against her delicate walls. She gasped as the tip of his tongue licked her nipple before he pulled back, and in the blink of an eye he flipped them. Her back landing on the floor as he slipped in impossibly further thrusting in hard. She couldn't hold back the scream, as he began to thrust and thrust.

"God I love you," he shouted out just before he kissed her hard. Their tongues caressed, as his hips pressed against her clit and she panted heavily as he sucked on her bottom lip. She tried to keep up with him, but with every thrust she was starting to lose control as it seemed he was too.

"I love you," she mumbled against his lips as he stared at her. Then it all slowed down, it didn't matter that the world was ending. It didn't matter they were on the dirty floor of her old office. All that mattered was this moment. Instantaneously her walls clamped around him as his cock pulsated deep inside her. He pushed in further, rocking his hips unable to move as the pleasure was clear as day on his face. Felicity screamed as his release triggered her own. It felt like her heart was going to burst out her chest, as pleasure coursed through her veins. Every nerve felt like it was on fire as Oliver continued to pulse inside her warm sex. She felt him shifting them, without slipping out of her, he rolled onto his back and she collapsed basically on to his chest as their legs and lower half remained connected.

"How is this fucking possible?" he asked tears in his eyes as he caressed the hair off her face. "I watched them ram that blade through your chest. I watched our whole team crumble before my eyes."

"Our team is stronger than you think," she answered running a hand over his heart. "Lyla saved me, she has Diggle too."

"But… they disbanded and killed all ARGUS agents."

"We both know the Diggles are a stubborn family," she replied.

"But why are you alone now?"

"They needed to leave, I stayed to save our city, to save you," she answered. "I've been helping from behind the scenes, but it wasn't enough to get to you."

"What about the rest of the team?" he asked. "They took Thea to keep me in line."

"I know," she answered sadly. "They're all over the place, helping the resistance, building it."

"But you're here alone, risking your life," he said in disbelief.

"I'm at home," she answered. "I've been waiting for my husband to come home," she clarified with a smile.

He gave her a tearful smile before a frown appeared on his brow. "This makes things more complicated, you know?"

"Probably, but we're together again. We'll find another way, and we have you on the inside now," she replied placing a kiss to his chest.

"It isn't that simple," he responded, completely and utterly concerned.

"No, but we'll figure it out like we always do," she urged. "We're a team Oliver and you have all of us now."

"I know. But can we just stay here for a little while longer and pretend that the outside world isn't a mess?"

"Of course we can," she answered linking her hand with his over his heart. "We're just a husband and wife, together again."