Okay, I hate that I have let this story get on the back burner when it comes to updating, but I have pulled up this chapter so many times, and just stared at the blank page, hoping that inspiration would strike. Well, it did, and it came in the form of this week's premiere! (4x10) Loved it, though the ending left me speechless! (For those who have seen it, you know what I mean!)

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT! IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!

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Five Years Ago…

Since that eventful day when Fyers held Felicity hostage, Oliver never strayed too far from her side, and she never left his.

They never spoke the words that expressed their longing towards each other. They didn't have to. It was there every time they gazed at each other, and when Oliver would touch her shoulder just to prove that she was there.

They touched without realizing it, and neither said a word as to how they had progressed that far.

Days slipped by, and soon Oliver had counted almost a whole year since being on the island. He had nearly given up being rescued; for fear that it would take him away from his new found family, and her.

"Would you come back with me?" He asked, as they sat near the cliff's edge, gazing at the wide open ocean.

Felicity turned her head, and moved her eyes over his face. His long hair had been bleached by the sun, but still held the dirty blonde look, and his face and body held a glow of a sun child. He was rugged and handsome, and he, in many ways, belonged to her. "Come back where?" She asked, though she knew the answer before she asked.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Back home, if we ever get off this island, would you come back?" He asked, turning his head to gaze into her eyes.

She swallowed, nervously, and moved her eyes over his, taking in the rugged look of his face. "Why would I?" She asked, wanting the answer that nearly tore her heart from her chest.

He lifted his right hand to her face, and pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, smiling at the tender movement, and gentleness of the touch. "Because I want you to." He answered, watching her smile, faintly.

She leaned forward, and smiled as her eyes gazed into his. "How will you explain it?" She asked, watching him smile.

He chuckled, and shook his head. "Explain you?" He asked, watching her nod her head. "Felicity, I don't think I could explain you." He stated with a slight smile, causing her to purse her lips and nod in agreement. "But I could say… I love you." He added, his face becoming somber as he watched her reaction.

Felicity felt her heart pound in her chest as his words began to sink into her soul. "Oliver…" She whispered, leaning forward, and brushed her lips over his.

He smiled, and began to deepen the kiss. Their lips moved over each other as they began to succumb to the feelings they knew were building for the past several months.

They pulled apart, and her hand lifted to touch his face. "I love you." She whispered, before falling into his arms as they encircled her and held her close to his body.

Oliver's eyes closed, as he held her, and dipped his head to kiss the top her head, loving the feel of her perfect body against his in another perfect fit.

~XXX~

She couldn't stop the laughter as Oliver tried to catch the fish in the stream, and failed every time. Though he had grown in his fighting skills, fishing had yet to become his third nature. Although he had already caught one, but that had been nearly an hour ago, and she was hungry.

"Think you could do better?" He asked, as she covered her mouth with her hand.

She dropped her hand, and slowly stood up, taking a few steps as she waded in the water. "Better than you." She answered, placing her hand on his chest, watching his eyes fade into a warm gaze.

He narrowed his eyes, and handed her the pole, that had become the weapon against the fish, and she smiled as she stepped back, and positioned herself at an angle with the spear aiming down.

She hated killing, and usually Shado or Slade would do the hunting or fishing, but today, they had decided to check out the Fyers old camp, trying to find any remains such as a radio or anything useful, so that left Oliver and Felicity to fend for themselves. Not that they minded, Felicity rather enjoyed spending some time alone with him, and the feeling was mutual.

Oliver folded his arms over his chest, and smirked as he watched her breath in and out, waiting for an unsuspecting fish before she made her blow.

In one swift action, she pierced the water with her spear, and jerked it out of the water with a flaying fish on the end.

She smiled with delight, and bounced in the water as she turned to find Oliver laughing with her.

"Let me guess, your father taught you how to fish." He guessed, watching her smile.

"Russia is known for its ice fishing." She remarked, handing him the spear with the fish. "But that's not the same thing." She added, backing away from him. "One thing my dad taught me was patience. You have to have patience if you want to survive. Never rush anything, or else you will lose." She concluded, spreading her arms outward, with a flare.

He smirked, and moved towards her, as she left the water, and waited for him to join her on the bank.

His arm wrapped around her waist, and she leaned into his side, neither one commenting how it seemed so natural to do so.

They arrived back at the plane, and Felicity watched as Oliver began to clean the two fish they had caught, and Felicity watched with a sparkle in her eyes. "You know one thing I won't miss is the smell of fish or the taste of it." She stated, shaking her head.

He chuckled, and shook his head, slicing some more of the fish. "You and me both." He muttered, lifting his eyes to see her smile even more.

She tilted her head to the side, and licked her lips. "Though, I will miss the way your hands move over them." She remarked, with a longing sigh. "I mean the way you cut them…" She trailed off, realizing she was rambling, but couldn't find the words or strength to stop.

Oliver lifted his eyes, and felt his heart beat and his blood surged as he gazed into her eyes. Laying the knife on the small table, he moved towards her, placing his right hand on her face, and brought her closer to him, until their lips met in a fiery passion.

Felicity melted into his embrace, and her arms encircled his neck, bringing her body closer to his until they appeared to be one.

He lifted her up into his arms, and her legs wrapped around his waist, as he carried her towards the makeshift bed that had been designated as theirs, but until now it had not been christened, not completely.

Oliver's shirt fell to the floor, and her hands moved over his chiseled chest, loving the rock hard formation of his abs underneath her fingers. She smiled, and licked her lips before lifting her arms, allowing him to remove her shirt, which joined his on the floor.

Their lips met once again, and she arched her back, giving him room to unfasten her bra, and remove it from her body. She gasped as her breasts met his chest, and when her back arched, she shivered, as her breasts dragged against his chest.

His lips moved to her neck, brushing against her pulse points, and making her sigh with pleasure.

Her hands threaded through his long locks, and she gently tugged them, letting him know to continue doing whatever he was doing.

Soon, their pants were removed, and nothing was between them as they locked eyes, and slowly, gently, lovingly, they became one.

Felicity felt her body burn with flaming desire as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him further, deeper into her, making them both cry out with pleasure.

Her short nails dug into his shoulders, and he groaned as the pain turned to pleasure, and he couldn't contain the cry of her name on his lips.

He loved her. He had told her, but now, he was showing her. Showing her in the way he was thrusting inside her body with firm, yet gentle movements. He felt her surround him with little to no resistance, and he knew this was the woman he was meant to be with.

She was perfect.

An angel that kept him from falling down the path that carried Slade and Shado. He had learned to fight, but he never killed. He couldn't, not the way they did.

Felicity kept him that way.

He never realized it until now. The only one he would kill for was her, and yet even then, he wasn't sure if he could.

"I wouldn't blame you." She whispered, before letting out a moan.

He lifted his eyes to hers, and knew in that instance that she had sensed what he was thinking, and he smiled.

With a clap surrounding them, they cried out and shuddered as they came together with the thunder rolling over them.

He collapsed on top of her, and as they tried to catch their breath, he held her close to his body.

He felt her hand caress his face, and he lowered his eyes to find her gazing up at him with a content smile on her face. "You deserve better." He whispered, but her fingers touched his lips, silencing him.

"No, I only deserve you." She added, watching him smile, and bend his head to touch her lips with his.

He shook his head, and grasped her fingers with his. "What did I do?" He asked, in a low tone.

She smiled and placed her head on his shoulder. "You loved me."

He smiled, and kissed the top of her head in a tender move, and sighed, content for the first time in months.

Content and loved

Please be kind!

This wasn't exactly where I wanted to go with this chapter, but this is the way it turned out.

Next Chapter: Present: Drugged

Until Next Time...