Someone asked if I broke Oliver and Felicity up because I didn't want to write sexy scenes...so I'm just going to warn everyone that this is an M rated chapter, just to be safe. If that bothers you, scroll through the italicized part! Shield your eyes. Tell on me to your mom. Curse me out in PM. It's fine, I had fun. 3...2...1...

All Too Well

Oliver pulled up to the first motel he'd seen in hours. It was 3:00 in the morning, and Felicity had been asleep since 11:00. He sighed, turning off the engine and leaning over to touch her shoulder. "Hey," he whispered.

She inhaled sharply and turned to him, not opening her eyes, "Head hurts. Are we there yet?" she asked.

He smiled, smoothing her hair with his fingers, "We're at a motel just outside of Los Angeles. I had to pull over. I need sleep."

She reached over with a sigh, running her hand through his hair, resting it over his ear, "I was having a dream that we were on some remote tropical island, drinking rum on a beach." She hesitated, a smile playing across her sleepy face, "Naked."

He smiled again, "That sounds like a good dream." He whispered.

She quirked her eyebrow, her eyes opening and meeting his. "Well, naked you, so…"

Oliver laughed, "Come on, let's get inside."

She stretched her arms, reaching for the handle and stepping out. She glanced around, noticing that the motel was across the street from a cliff with a beautiful view of Los Angeles. She lifted her arms above her head, yawning with a sound that resembled a kitten. Oliver watched her, realizing that he'd never seen her like this, tired and groggy and…so at ease. He rounded the car and pulled her to him, sighing. She buried her face in his chest, taking in his scent.

He kissed her head, "Thank you for coming with me."

"You want to hear something strange?" she asked quietly, "I'm happy." Oliver leaned down and kissed her slowly, softly. But after the dream she'd had…Oliver all naked and wet on a beach, Felicity felt the sweetness of his kiss turn to a surge of desire on her part. She reached up to knot her fingers in his hair, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue over his bottom lip. Oliver took a deep breath in, his hands tightening on her hips. Felicity smiled against his lips, running her hands down his body until they fell on his waist. She hooked her fingers into his belt loops and used them to pull herself closer to him.

Felicity took his lower lip between her teeth for a moment, a rush of arousal spreading over her body when he moaned in response to it. She pressed her lips to his once more, chastely. "We should get that room." She murmured.

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "I thought you had a headache." He replied.

She smirked, "I thought you were tired."

Oliver grinned back, "Not anymore." He threw his arm over her shoulders and she locked her fingers with his. "I love you, you know." He murmured before kissing her head. "And I'm going to make you so happy."

Felicity glanced up at him, seeing in his eyes that just the thought of making her happy pleased him. She smiled up at him, "You already have." She squeezed his middle where her arm was wrapped around his back, "And I love you, too."

As they reached the desk, a tired looking man smiled at them. "Room for two?"

"Yes," Oliver answered, "Please. Just for tonight."

"On your way to Los Angeles?" the man asked, taking Oliver's card.

Oliver shrugged, his eyes dancing as he looked down at Felicity, "Maybe. I think we were hoping for a tropical island somewhere." Felicity snorted and the old man smiled at their inside joke.

He handed Oliver back his card, "Have a nice night."

Oliver nodded, taking the key to their room and heading down the hallway. Felicity followed behind him. "We're on the third floor." He said, nodding to the stairs.

Felicity sighed, getting ready to hike up the three floors when Oliver grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. "Oliver," she giggled, "I do have two feet, you know."

"I know. But I like the view." He replied, tapping her ass lightly with the palm of his hand.

She giggled again. "I think you're going to like the view even more when we get into that room." Oliver laughed, starting to take the stairs two at a time. Felicity squealed, "Oliver Queen, if you drop me, we are over."

"Oh really?" Oliver chuckled, rounding the last flight of stairs, he nearly bumped into a housekeeper with her cart. "Excuse us!" he laughed, nodding to her as they passed. Oliver planted Felicity back on the ground outside the door. She took a deep breath, looking up into his eyes and biting her lip, trying to keep a giant, dorky grin off of her face. "What?" he asked, smiling down at her.

Felicity glanced down the hallway to see the maid disappearing into the elevator. She shrugged, placing her hands on his forearms, "I've just never seen you so…cheerful. It's nice."

"I told you I was happy." He said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She smiled, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. It felt so invigorating and addicting to just kiss him whenever she felt like it. She could run her fingers over his tight biceps if she wanted, so she did. She could press her body against his and feel his hands wind around her waist, and she did. She could pick up one leg and wrap it around his waist, giving her leverage to feel the tight bulge in his pants pressed right where she wanted it. So she did. And he could run his hot fingers up her thigh and grip her ass, hearing her let out a deep breath of pleasure. So he did.

He pushed her back against the door of their room and pressed himself, the part of him that was aching for her, against her center. She let out a quiet moan, feeling a wetness between her legs. "Open the door," she growled hungrily against his lips, one hand raised above her head, palm open against the cold wood. The other was between them, reaching into his pocket for the key. Oliver heaved against her, not breaking the kiss as she handed him the key and he quickly opened the door, pushing her inside, he kicked the door shut behind them.

Neither of them bothered to look around, he just pushed her backward until she bumped into something. He'd been hoping they'd find the bed right away, but her ass was pressed against the TV stand. He hoisted her onto it and pressed himself between her legs again. Felicity tugged at his jacket until he helped her take it off. And then her fingers were pushing his t-shirt up, her mouth open with her effort to breathe.

He pulled the shirt over his head quickly so he could kiss her again as soon as possible. Once their lips and bodies were connected again, Felicity's hands fumbled between them to the button on his pants. Oliver's breathing became shallow as he felt her unbutton his jeans and yank them down his waist. He slid out of them easily, kicking them out of his way. In his boxers, he began to undress her. He pulled her jacket off first, and then used both of his hands to lift her and slide her dress up and over her body in one quick movement. He pulled her to him again, unclasping the hook on her bra. She slid the straps down and tossed her bra away while he kissed her neck. Once naked, his kisses fell to her chest, and then her breasts. Felicity's head involuntarily fell back as Oliver's mouth found one of her nipples, a sharp hiss escaping her mouth.

Her head hit a hard surface, and she realized that she wasn't on a TV stand, but a mirrored dresser. She watched the mirror for a moment while Oliver's mouth explored her body. His eyes intent on knowing every curve and freckle. The peculiar, third person view that the mirror offered was intriguing, but then she felt him, felt him push his erection against her sensitive spot, and a low, guttural noise escaped from the back of her throat. She was taken aback by how good he could feel. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and he lifted her up, carrying her to the bed that was inevitably across from the mirror.

He laid her on her back and continued his search to know every part of her body. He started at her ear, taking it in his mouth and sucking. She sighed, her fingers pressed to his back. When he moved his mouth to nip at her neck with his teeth, she felt electricity run through her veins and her hands immediately found their way to his boxers. She pushed them down, and Oliver stood up to take them off completely.

She leaned up on her elbows to watch him, amazed that he could look better now than in the dream she'd had. And amazed that he was hers. Oliver slowly climbed back over her, his chest brushing against hers. She could feel his hardness against her thigh as he looked into her eyes before kissing her. But because she was her, she could never really stop her mind from going to unwanted places. And with Oliver on top of her, with a really special moment finally getting to the best part, she wondered if this was how he'd touched Isabel, Sara, Laurel…She shook her head, trying to get the unwanted thought out of her head. He's married. To someone else. He has a Nanda Parbat wife. It wasn't fair to think like that; not to either of them. She knew the story, their story, yet she let her thoughts get out of context. She let herself feel a moment of fear.

He was right at her entrance, but while the look in his eyes was hungry and wild, her light was flickering. A flash of panic creeping onto her face before her features smoothed.

Oliver froze, his eyebrows furrowed, "Felicity…are you okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded, trying to offer a reassuring smile. There was a long pause between them where Oliver stayed completely still above her. Felicity glanced out the window. "Sorry." She said. Forcing a smile, she looked back up at him, "Go ahead. I'm fine."

The crease between Oliver's eyes only got deeper, "'Go ahead' doesn't really sound very convincing...or sexy. What's wrong?" He smoothed her hair with his fingers and she bit her lip. Oliver smiled down at her sweetly, "Hey," he whispered, "It's okay, Felicity."

She hid her face behind her hands, "Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm being stupid." Oliver waited, still in his position above her, until she took her hands away. But even then, she just lowered them enough for him to see her eyes. She looked embarrassed. "This…I'm sorry. You know me, my mind goes at a mile a minute and sometimes things just pop in there. Unwanted things. Unappreciated things."

"What is it?" he asked gently, "You can tell me anything."

"You're married." She paraphrased, not mentioning the other doubts that had crept into her head; not saying that the number of people he'd been with was intimidating to her, despite their night in Nanda Parbat. Oliver hesitated, trying to piece together where her head was at, something he worked hard on every day. Of course, he knew he was technically married. But he wasn't quite sure what that had to do with the extremely sexy and naked Felicity that was underneath him at that moment.

"In theory…if you can call it a marriage." He answered slowly, having no idea where this situation was going to go. She went back to hiding behind her hands, not answering. Oliver sighed, using one arm on the bed to hold himself up, and the other to gently pull her hands away from her face, "Felicity, we don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."

Felicity nodded from beneath him, still feeling the heat of her red cheeks. She was embarrassed, but she felt a little more relaxed after his words. She felt badly, they'd both been so…turned on in that moment, and she felt like she ruined it. She pursed her lips, "It's not that I don't want to...of course I do. God, I think I've been thinking about doing that with you for probably a lot longer than I should have been." Oliver just smiled down at her, not convinced that the marriage was the only reason she was holding back. She wrapped her hands around his neck. "You know," she said, running her nails through his hair, "There are other things that we can do." She quirked her eyebrow at him and the smirk on her face was wicked, and utterly seductive. Oliver felt himself stiffen against her leg even more.

"Oh god," he mumbled, crushing his lips to hers, "I'm so in love with you."

He missed her? Felicity was still thinking about it as she sipped her coffee the next morning. What had made him say it? They'd barely communicated all week; he acted like he was over her when they saw each other, and then, 'I miss you'? It wasn't out of drunkenness or pity that he'd said it. At least she had been deliriously intoxicated when she poured her heart out to him. But he said it so simply, like he was getting something off of his chest that was weighing him down. And then he'd just left.

Felicity turned her computer on just as a knocking sounded at her door. She got up with a sigh, taking her coffee with her. She opened the door to see a wide eyed Sara Lance standing in front of her. "Oliver's not here." Felicity said, turning away and walking back to her computer.

Sara followed, closing the door behind her, "I know. He's at Dig's."

"He's been staying at Diggle's? With you?" Her eyes narrowed.

Sara shook her head, "No, not like that. Not since the night you broke up with him at least." Felicity felt a flush come over her face as her heart dropped into her stomach. Oliver had slept with Sara the night they broke up? She was thinking of every moment they'd shared since then, trying to find any indication of it…but he'd denied everything relating to him being interested in Sara. Had he lied? Felicity heard the smack of Sara hitting herself in the forehead. Her eyes squeezed shut, "Oh god, I just pieced together the look on your face to what I just said. I'm not very good at the whole communication thing, yet. What I meant is, Oliver stayed at Diggle's the night you two broke up. Not with me. Well he slept on the floor and I was on the couch. But he's been staying at the loft. He stopped by Digg's this morning to talk about H.I.V.E. business…but he's at the loft. That's all." Sara exhaled.

Felicity fought a smile, wondering how Sara had picked up her rambling. "Okay." Felicity said. She pulled out a chair for Sara, "Do you want some coffee?"

"Coffee?" Sara asked, "Don't you want to hit me or something? That's what I came here for. Go ahead. I promise I won't use any of those weird instinctual fighting moves on you. Just punch me."

Felicity stared at her blankly, "What?"

"I remember the bar. I was an idiot. Punch me."

Felicity sighed, getting up to fix her a cup of coffee, "Sara, I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me, but I think you deserve some slack when it comes to social situations. Or any kind of situations, really. It's okay. Let's just...let it go." She shrugged. If it were anyone else that tried to slide up to Oliver just to make her jealous, she would not be so forgiving. She hadn't been; not for Oliver. But Sara got immunity.

Sara visibly relaxed, "Good. Because I may be a bit out of touch with things, but I'd be a fool if I didn't see the pull that you and Oliver have to each other. I wouldn't get in between that."

Felicity leaned over the counter, sliding her the mug, "I didn't say we were back together or anything."

"Diggle said he stayed here that night," Sara wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Felicity laughed.

"Not like that. It was more like a drunk relapse."

Sara bit her lip, "Cookie, if you're referring to Oliver as an addiction…maybe you should give him another chance."

"Addictions aren't healthy." Felicity answered quickly.

"That kind is." Sara said with quiet confidence, like she knew about it. It was the same quiet confidence that Sara used to always avow. She offered Felicity a small smile, "He's addicted to you too, you know. So what's stopping you?"

"I just think that he has some things to figure out."

"Things about me?" Sara asked.

Felicity laughed once, "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this."

"No," Sara argued, always pushing the boundary, also just like she used to. Sara was subconsciously becoming more like herself every day, and it made Felicity happy. "You're never going to be happy, Felicity, if that's what you're waiting for. Oliver's dead ex-girlfriend, who he said goodbye to and buried... is back. And yes, I can imagine how terrifying that could be for a new couple like you guys, but I think that you're the one who needs to figure her shit out. Oliver knows what he wants. He knows who he's in love with. And it isn't me. The only person on the face of the planet who can't see that is you." Sara poked her arm.

Felicity sighed, "I don't know, Sara."

Sara hesitated, "What are you afraid of, Felicity?"

Felicity planned on spending the day with Ray, but Sara was apparently desperate for some time with a friend. Felicity knew how suffocated Sara felt at Laurel's apartment with two Lance worriers always down her throat. But she also knew how desperate Laurel was for Sara's approval, and how it must feel to be denied of it. Huh, she wondered, is that how Oliver feels when he gets caught between Laurel and Sara? The feeling was definitely uncomfortable. They spent the morning having a faux-teenage girl sleepover. It was Felicity's idea when Sara mentioned that she wondered what it was like to be a teenager.

So they put on silk bath robes, watched chick flicks with face masks on, and painted each other's nails. As the credits rolled, they laid head to toe on the couch. Sara nudged Felicity's leg with her foot, "Aren't we supposed to have a pillow fight or something?"

Felicity laughed, "That only happens in movies. I don't think real girls ever really do it. I never did, at least. But then again, I didn't have many friends." Felicity frowned, "None of the sleepovers I went to were like this, actually. Usually I was the one they invited so they could play dress up and give me make-overs."

Sara smiled, "Thanks for this, Felicity. You've been like a sister to me lately, and don't think I don't appreciate you forgiving me so easily. Plus, I know you had plans today."

Felicity pursed her lips, she was the one who brought up sisters... "Look, Sara, I know that you and Laurel aren't on the same page, but I think it'd be a lot easier if you just gave her a chance. She really wants to get to know you, and-" her phone began to ring and Felicity held it up, looking at the screen. Ray's picture came up, and she held up a finger to Sara, answering it.

"Felicity, I really need you to come by today."

"I told you I'd be there tomorrow. Sara's here today."

"Please, it really needs to be today, Felicity."

Felicity sighed, glancing at Sara, "Okay, we'll be there in an hour." She hung up, hopping onto Sara and tapping her legs, "Wanna meet Ray Palmer!?" She asked enthusiastically.

Sara rolled her eyes, laughing, "Not particularly. But I'm guessing you have to go."

Felicity frowned, "It won't take long. I don't know what his deal is but he needs to see me today. We can get sushi after. Come with me. Come. Please. I wasn't done talking about Laurel."

Sara groaned and rolled her eyes, "Fine. If I say I'll be nicer to Laurel, can we be done with that though?" Sara sighed, and Felicity nodded, jumping off the couch, dancing her way to her room.

"For now!" Felicity called, running into her room to change. As twisted as it all truly was, Sara was probably her best friend. And the reason she broke up with Oliver. But somehow, she just felt better, happier, when she was around Sara. She saw the irony in it all, but she didn't really care. Their lives were so complicated in the first place, what did it even matter?

When they got to the hospital, Felicity found Ray in his room; a room that should have fit two people, but Ray was able to buy it out. He looked bored. He looked healed. But he still had a couple more nights in the hospital for observation. It was a miracle that he'd even survived, and the doctors were not taking any risks.

"Felicity." He said, "Finally."

"Ray, this is Sara Lance."

Ray paused, his hands freezing, his mouth open and his eyes wide. Sara laughed, "I thought for one of the richest men in the world, he would have better people skills."

"I'm sorry," Ray stammered. "I've seen pictures of you, heard stories about you, but I never really thought I'd see you…in person."

"Ah, yes, the whole resurrection thing. I keep forgetting." She joked and Felicity laughed, but Ray still looked stunned.

"Is he okay?" Sara leaned towards Felicity, who rolled her eyes and walked to Palmer's bed side.

"He's fine. Right? You feel okay?"

Ray sighed, shaking his head to snap out of it and pull his eyes away from Sara, "Yeah. I'm fine. I feel great. Sorry to be such a pest today, but this is important." He handed Felicity the documents that he had in his hands. "These need your signature by the end of the day."

Felicity skimmed them over, all the color leaving her face, "You're giving me Palmer Technologies?"

"Owner and CEO." Ray smiled. "You signed those papers already though, so technically I'm not giving my company to you," he beamed, "You already have it."

Felicity shook her head, "Ray, you can't…"

"I can, actually. Felicity, We signed those papers before…everything happened. And now…I'm leaving. I'm getting out of Starling City. It was always my plan." He clutched Felicity's hand in his, "The company is yours."

"Ray…that's millions of dollars."

Ray shrugged, "You saved my life, Felicity. You deserve this. Besides, Palmer Tech was my dream once. I think you know what I dream about now. I want to save people. I want to help. And not from behind a desk."

"Ray…" Felicity leaned forward, "You're not even out of the hospital yet. Why don't you just stay for a while…"

"And what?" Ray smiled politely, "There's nothing here for me anymore, Felicity. You're happy. My company is in capable hands." He paused, giving her a reassuring smile, "It's time for me to go." He said gently.

Sara stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, feeling emotional in a way she hadn't since her resurrection. She couldn't admit it to herself, but she related to that feeling all too well. That feeling of not belonging in a place like this.

"Fine. But no flying around in a costume. Please, you've already narrowly survived death once…no need to overdo it."

Palmer laughed, "I'll be fine, Felicity."

"Where are you going to go?" She asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "Somewhere that will make me happy."

Felicity smiled slightly, "I'm glad I know you, Ray Palmer."

Ray squeezed her hand, "Thank you for everything."

Felicity walked out of the hospital with a smile on her face. Not only was she now a millionaire who had her dream job, but she was making her friends happy. The conversation had turned to Sara, and Ray didn't hold back in his questioning. Sara seemed surprised at first, but eventually she grew to appreciate his blunt honesty, and it was like Felicity wasn't even there. She let them talk for half an hour without saying a word, and then got up to leave. Sara insisted on coming too, but Felicity brushed her off, saying that it'd be good for her to have another friend. Ray's smile at that said it all.

Felicity walked into her apartment and did a little dance for herself, for her matchmaking abilities, and for two of her closest friends who seemed like they could get along really well. She pulled out a bottle of wine and patted herself on the back. "Well done, Felicity. Not that you really did anything..." She shrugged, taking a generous sip of wine.

She shook her head, stepping out of her heels, "You really need to stop talking to yourself," she mumbled. Felicity went into the bedroom and shrugged off her clothes, getting back into the silk bathrobe she'd been basking in from earlier that morning. She placed her wine glass on the edge of the tub and ran the water for a bath, tossing bath salts and bubbles in once the water ran warm.

She picked up her glass and headed back into her room to turn music on. As she walked in, she nearly dropped her wine when she noticed his figure sitting by the window. His face was shaded, and she placed her hand over her heart. "God, Oliver, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

He didn't turn his head, just continued to look out the window. "Oliver." Felicity said, coming closer.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" She crossed her arms, fear and discomfort swelling in her throat at his silence. Still no answer. She stepped closer, standing behind the chair.

"Is Thea okay?" She asked. He stood up then, taking a moment to look out the window as he sighed. And then he turned around, but he wasn't Oliver.