A/N: I took some liberties with one or two Regency era customs, so please forgive me.
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Felicity woke the next morning to a dream. Not from a dream, but into a dream. She still couldn't believe what had happened the night before. Her aunt had held her hand all the way home in the carriage, otherwise Felicity would have floated out into the heavens above. It had been perfect. He was perfect and he wanted her.
"Felicity, are you awake?" asked her aunt, as she slowly opened Felicity's bedroom door and walked in with the most beautiful handful of vibrant peonies. Fresh flowers in the middle of winter would have cost a fortune. Her aunt handed her the bouquet and sat down beside her on the bed.
"The Duke of Starling? I didn't even know you knew him...you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to," her aunt said with concern. Felicity's heart warmed at her aunt's protectiveness.
"We met at Mr. Lance's bookstore and...I think I'm in love with him. Is that crazy?" Felicity asked, finally able to talk to her aunt about her feelings.
"No, dearest. He came for you last night. In front of everyone. I think that tells you exactly what he is feeling. Not to mention this incredibly generous gift." she replied, as they both looked down at the glorious flowers and she took hold of Felicity's hand and squeezed it.
"I had hoped you would find love one day," her aunt whispered with joyful tears in her eyes.
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Over the next few weeks, as Oliver spent more and more time with Felicity and they got to know each other better and their families met, she received a gift every day that rivaled the one before.
Personal touches mixed with gifts she could never imagine owning. A book of incredibly detailed star constellations, soaps that had the scent of springtime, outings to museums that included her beloved aunt, boxes of dark, rich chocolates, colorful hair ribbons, and a...telescope. Felicity had never seen a telescope, only read about them, and the minute Oliver told her to look through it, her world tilted, spun and exploded. She could see the stars and the planets up close. So close, she felt she could touch them. Oliver had given the stars to her and in between her squeals of delight and stunned amazement, Oliver Jonas Queen proposed to Felicity Megan Smoak.
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Oliver couldn't take his eyes off Felicity as she walked towards him on their wedding day. Mr. Lance stood tall and proud as Felicity held onto his arm while he escorted her down the aisle to Oliver.
Felicity had graciously accepted Oliver's wedding gift of a brand new wardrobe and had an elegant gown of the softest cream colored satin, with intricately embroidered lace stars sewn into its long train, specially made.
The matching luxurious coat of emerald green that she wore over her gown, kept her warm as they decided to say their vows under the night sky. Her mother's beaded comb sparkled in the candlelight as it held up the twisted ringlets of her hair.
She was stunning to look upon.
Oliver had to remind himself to breathe as her beauty took his breath away. He nervously straightened his brilliant scarlet red military uniform making sure he looked his best. He hadn't felt the weight of the loss of friends when he put the uniform on again, instead he had felt the weight of handshakes they would have offered in congratulations. Felicity was such a big part of his ability to feel that and he would always be grateful.
The observatory room at Oliver's family estate of Arrowstead, had a glass roof that allowed the heavens to join them. It was transformed into an intimate Christmas fantasy. The scent of fresh cut evergreens filled the room as white and red flowers hung from green ribbons that seemed to come down from the full moon that watched over and gently lit their ceremony.
Only family and close friends attended the wedding and both laughter and tears were shared by all. Oliver and Felicity swore they could feel both of their father's approval as the Northern Star seemed to blink extra bright that night.
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Oliver took a deep breath before he knocked and then opened the door at her greeting. He had given her full use of his master suite and had impatiently paced the floor of the adjourning room while he waited till she was ready.
After their engagement he had the suite completely redone in every way that would please her and then made especially sure to have her telescope set up by their balcony doors.
As Oliver entered, Felicity stood before a roaring fire that made her sleeping gown delectably transparent. Oliver would have to send an extra thank you to the seamstress who worked on Felicity's trousseau. Her wedding nightgown was as ethereal and enticing as the curves and valleys beneath it.
"You are so beautiful," he said as he walked up to her dressed in his own night robe. They were now man and wife and he still couldn't believe she chose him. He reached out and she took his hand in hers as he surrounded her in a warm embrace.
"I'm a little nervous," Felicity said shyly against the lapel of his robe. Oliver had been the perfect gentlemen during their courtship. Their attraction flared and pulsed whenever they were in the same room together, but somehow they both had kept it at bay.
Oliver gently lifted her chin and smiled down at her as he said, "Me too."
He watched her soft blue eyes widen and flare with matching desire as he slowly took off her glass spectacles and placed them on the fireplace mantel.
Her skin was so soft that Oliver couldn't stop his fingers from following the delicate line of her jaw. He could touch her now and he couldn't get enough.
His fingers slid into her hair that hung loose and flowing around her shoulders. He had never seen it down and it fell to the top of her buttocks. Its honey blonde tresses turning a rich gold in the firelight.
She smelled of the soap that he had made of all the flowers she reminded him of.
Felicity turned her face into the palm of his hand where she kissed it. His thumb caressed her cheek as he slowly lowered his lips to hers.
She gasped with surprise and then delight at the rush of pleasure the touch of his lips upon hers made. Those incredible lips. She could never have imagined how wonderful they would make her feel. Mutual groans of hunger erupted as his tongue begged entrance then slipped sensually into her mouth. The sinfully delicious taste of his mouth and the path of desire his hand made as he pulled her flush against his body made Felicity's knees give out. He caught her close and held her tight.
The world melted away and only the two of them existed. Two bodies and two hearts yearning to become one.
Oliver pulled back, his breaths quivering and as erratic as hers, and looked down at her passion flushed face. Her lips were wet and kiss-swollen from their desire. He waited till she opened her lust heavy eyes to look up at him before saying, "I love you. I always will."
"I love you too, Oliver. So very much," she replied before he picked her up and carried her to their marriage bed and their happily ever after.
~The End~
Merry Olicity Christmas everyone!
