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Chapter 11 – The Waiting Game

Felicity was seated on the bed, her back to the headboard, feet up as she repeatedly stroked the cheek of her daughter Emily who she had almost lost just a few hours ago.

Both Emily and Connor were asleep under the covers on Oliver's kingsize bed. This was the room the children now considered their safe haven. Both children tried to stay awake longer until they had succumbed to sleep assured that Felicity was beside them.

While Felicity continued her unconscious action of stroking her daughter's cheek, she willed herself to think about something else, anything else but that unpleasant memory of what those last few seconds with Slade counting down the numbers felt like.

It was a scary thought that a man could be that evil. No remorse whatsoever for attempting to kill an innocent child had he succeeded. This man was still out there somewhere. He would still have several opportunities in the future to use her daughter or anyone else who mattered to Felicity as bargaining chip.

Her thoughts were jumbled, no matter how hard she tried to think of something else her thought swirled back to Slade until she felt more than heard the presence of another.

"You should be asleep too."

Felicity gave the person leaning casually on the doorframe a brief glance before she looked back at the children.

"I couldn't even if I wanted too. My brain is on overdrive. I keep thinking back to those last few seconds, I can't."

Oliver was by her side immediately, holding out one of his hands to touch the palm resting on top of the bed, "the children are safe. Emily is safe."

"For now," Felicity said quietly.

"Felicity, I swear to you…"

Felicity looked pointedly at Oliver, interrupted him, "it's not just Emily now who he could use. Connor, Barry, Cisco, any one of your family, you! There are so many people he could choose from, hell he could even use my mother whom I haven't seen in the last five years, or someone else I haven't thought about."

Oliver turned her palm over and entwined their hand, "both Emily and Connor are safe. They will remain inside the Mansion until this is over, and I swear to you this will be over one way or another. I won't let anyone let us live this way, under the gun. And as of Barry and Cisco, they are both staying over at the guest wing. These days my sister would rather stay-in, something I would not like to think about right now since I have a strong suspicion it has to do with Barry. My parents know exactly what to do and John has already left earlier using the company jet to bring your mother here. I'm sorry I didn't consult you about that but as soon as Barry shared that information, I had John leave."

Felicity looked past Oliver before she started, "my mother and I, we're not really close but she's still my mother and I'd hate for her to be a victim in all this. I would have preferred you consulted me before you sent John on the errand but," shrugging her shoulders, "I think the conclusion would still have been the same. I would have wanted her out of immediate danger and safe. If safe is right here at the Mansion, under the same roof as me, then I'll take it. She's never seen Emily you know."

"Felicity," squeezing her palm for a second before he continued, "I'm sorry."

Felicity looked at Oliver frowning not sure what he was apologizing for.

"Ever since you met me, your life has been in constant danger. It's my fault."

Felicity looked at Oliver as if she couldn't believe what he just said almost pushing his hand away angrily as she stood up to hug herself, her back to him as she faced the window to the garden.

"Sometimes you're just so pigheaded. You do realize that had I not been there, at that exact time and place, there was a chance that Connor wouldn't have made it back in one piece. And since when has Slade been your fault," Felicity turned around whispering angrily at him trying very hard to control her now rising anger at the same time not wake the kids, "as far as I know Slade has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me and what I can do. Not everything is about you Oliver!" Felicity finished turning her back on him again and opting to look out the window.

Oliver sighed deeply, walking toward her and stopping barely an inch behind her back tentatively lifting a hand to her shoulder, "you're right."

"I'm always right, at least more usual than you," Felicity muttered.

Oliver gave a hard laugh, "I don't know how you do it. Despite everything that has happened you still find a way for some normalcy. Like earlier, the moment the kids saw you they both calmed down. You have that natural ability to keep calm despite the chaos around you. Felicity, you're remarkable!"

Felicity finally turned around and faced Oliver, her cheeky smile finally making an appearance, "thank you for remarking on it." Her smile faded as soon as her eyes spotted the bandage around Oliver's left bicep.

Seeing where Felicity's eyes were now focused, Oliver tried to make light of it, "it doesn't even hurt anymore. Just a piece of debris from the bomb that according to SCPD wasn't even of the high grade type, meant only to do harm to a very local environment."

"Emily," Felicity provided the answer stoically.

"Felicity, Emily is fine largely due to you alerting all of us to the situation."

"No Oliver. Emily is unhurt mostly due to you and your heroics. How you even thought that it was the doll I would never have guessed. Don't sell yourself short Oliver. Sometimes you are the hero in a story. "

Felicity stepped away from Oliver, "can you believe that, you saved my daughter from death and I in turn did the same for Connor. If this were better circumstances it would almost seem like the fates are pushing us together. And yes there is some weirdness between us that I do not want to address at the moment. Suffice to say I feel safe when I'm around you, both Emily and I are drawn to this," gesturing between them, "to you. But now is not the time for deep conversations and heart to heart confessions."

"I'm aware and I agree. Just know that you always have me, Felicity. I won't push the point right now. I'm just happy that both you and Emily are here."

Felicity looked down at her attire and grimaced, "yeah well, not to act like a girl all of a sudden but, I will have to go out to a mall or something for some clothes, definitely not wearing anything Slade may have touched and somehow I don't think your sister would appreciate my borrowing her clothes for the rest of my stay here."

Oliver scoffed, the discussion with his sister and the SCPD earlier downstairs on his mind as remembered Thea recounting were the doll had actually come from. Emily had taking a liking to a doll that was being sold right outside their school by a roving van of children's toys. Thea said that the owner of the rolling van had produced a still boxed version of the doll, the same doll that Emily had been carrying around with her every since.

The detective had dispatched a team to check out the surveillance from the day Thea had said they bought the doll. But that was a shot in the dark. It had been weeks. Even before Felicity had been abducted. That meant that Slade had planned this out longer than any of them had anticipated.

This madman had been monitoring Felicity and the people around her, her day-to-day routines for quite some time now. Maybe even before the kidnapping of his son which made his skin crawl.

He hadn't known Felicity then, they hadn't met yet. Things would have been a lot different if that had been the case. She would probably be at Slade's mercy still and he wouldn't have known because they would never have met.

It was hard for him to fathom that the kidnapping of his son was the one thing that change everything for him, for them and for Slade Wilson.

Felicity was right. It was in their fate to meet. Everything happened to bring them to this point. All that was left now was to play the waiting game with Slade Wilson. It was them and the SCPD against the endless resources of Slade Wilson.

"Oliver!"

Oliver was lost in his thoughts and again Felicity had to say his name twice.

"Oh right, clothes. Actually…..," Oliver rubbed his neck and looked at her sheepishly.

"What did you do?" Felicity's eyes narrowed.

"Nothing bad," Oliver said defensively. "It wasn't even really me, at least not totally. My Mom's and my sister's personal shopper….."

"Personal what?" Felicity asked confused.

"Personal shopper, you know a person whose job is to shop for another person, usually for specific types of clothes and accessories," Oliver explained.

"Go on," Felicity gestured for Oliver to continue although she had an idea by now where this was heading and not liking it.

"Well, Thea called her personal shopper and asked her to put together a small, and I do emphasize small, collection of clothes, the usual dresses, jeans, shirts, sleepwear even some you know…" Oliver was suddenly feeling a little bit awkward and couldn't exactly mouth underwear.

"And now I have a whole selection of wardrobe, is that what you're saying? The works, including bags and shoes?"

Oliver nodded slowly unsure if indeed they included the bags and shoes but knowing his sister and her shopping, it was almost a no brainer.

"And the wardrobe is currently?" Felicity asked him again.

"In the other room, the room you use, your room."

Felicity lifted a finger and started to point it at Oliver, she started and stopped to say something twice before she sighed and settled for, "this is the last time I'm letting you get away with grand gestures like this," her finger poking his chest as she scolded him sternly with Oliver just nodding.

All of a sudden, Felicity folded the hand that contained her poking finger and punched Oliver lightly on the chest, "they better be in my style because I swear to god, even if they're designer and I have a strong suspicion that they are, if they don't scream Felicity I'm not wearing them."

"That threat is not scaring me a bit. If you don't want to wear them, you could always raid my closet or better yet, just walk around naked."

"And that isn't happening, at all." Felicity rolled her eyes at him but then looked at him from under her eyelashes, head to one side as she grabbed the uninjured arm, "thank you Oliver, I mean it. No one has really taken care of me, me and Emily like you have."

"You don't have to thank me Felicity. I want to do so much more for you if you'll let me."

Felicity stepped away from him, a little overwhelmed by intense Oliver again. "I told you, no heavy stuff."

"I know, I'm sorry I just can't help it."

Slade had all his men line up as he gave his now familiar speech. He always gave a big speech more because he just could, not that it was necessary. The men knew him well enough to know he did not tolerate mistakes.

His minions definitely did not understand half of what he was saying anyway, simpletons that they were. Only a handful of inner circle men understood Slade's grand plan, his inner trust circle. Most of them where scattered around the world doing his bidding, this was not the only 'project' he was undertaking at the moment. Around the world, various 'projects', even bigger than this one where happening.

He built a reputation in the underworld as an entrepreneur extraordinaire but during the recent years his delusions of graduating into a new world order leader was coming into fruition. His name was quickly becoming synonymous with new world terrorism.

He needed to be omnipresent hence his inner circle of men represented what he stood for worldwide.

Starling City however needed his special attention since there was more, much more than just the blueprints to a prototype weapon at stake. Starling City was ground zero to plans that had already been put in place several months back, years even. The City started the path of change for this man who was once a peace seeking man.

The City was going to be the setting for a demonstration. Once built, the prototype weapon was going to be used on Starling City. A display of what the weapon was capable of. The buyers would have a first hand view of what destruction this weapon was capable off. Unfortunate for the citizens of Starling who had no idea this was going to happen in a matter of weeks.

The one key that Slade missed was his IT expert. Sure he had a couple on hand, but none at the level that Ms. Smoak had been proficient at. He had three who he considered a par with Ms. Smoak but they were currently on 'assignments' for his other ongoing projects, pulling them out would mean delays in his other ongoing ones.

After yesterday, he was sure the stakes were raised as far as getting to Ms. Smoak was concerned. But, Slade still had time. The window was still very much open. So he would play the waiting game.

In the meantime, a demonstration was in order. Someone should be again made an example of the incompetence of what occurred at the Queen Mansion.

They had thwarted his intention to 'harm' the little girl, and yes the bomb wasn't meant to kill, it was meant to harm, cripple…but not kill, not yet. While arguably, it wasn't the fault of any of his men, sampling what Slade was capable of served as a reminder to his minions, as always.

He always had to keep his men on their toes.

Now, who would it be? Slade walked among his men, sizing them up one by one to see which one was the most dispensable. It was time to select a 'volunteer' for this demonstration.

Slade nodded to one of his trusted inner circle and gave him an almost undistinguishable signal. He had selected his 'volunteer'. The lucky man was being dragged by his trusted chief and pushed to kneel before him.

Slade smirked, his one good eye fixed on the man who was about to have his last breath in a few seconds. Power, to have it at the palm of ones hands….Slade gave another subtle nod and then the man kneeling down dropped to the floor, blood trickling down his neck.

Thea stood up from the dinning table as soon as she spotted her brother and Felicity making a beeline for it.

Oliver glared at his sister and she lowered her head, knowing that her brother was still not yet over her part in bringing that doll into the Queen household, endangering not only little Emily but everyone else inside the Mansion.

Knowing that Thea's action had everything to do with the man who was beside her, Felicity subtly held on to Oliver's waist and pinched him making him jump and look at Felicity with a raised eyebrow.

"It wasn't her fault," Felicity whispered to Oliver knowing he would understand what she was saying.

Oliver scoffed and shook his head, "of course it was. She brought the doll inside this house."

Felicity stopped walking and open-palmed spanked Oliver in the chest.

Shocked, Oliver stepped backward, "did you just…"

"Yes I did." Felicity answered him with a challenge, "it's not her fault."

"Yes it is," Thea interrupted in a small voice.

Felicity gave Oliver's sister a look, "no it's not. It could have been me who bought that doll, or even you Oliver if you had the chance, we both know Emily is hard to resist. No need to blame anyone, because next thing we'd be all thinking it's Emily's fault for wanting that doll."

"It's not Emily's fault, she's just a child." Oliver tried to out logic her thinking.

"And it's not your sister's fault either. It's nobody's fault except Slade. He's the one we should all be pointing fingers at. Can't you see that Oliver."

Oliver sighed and rubbed his face, "your right, as always," he told Felicity with an apologetic expression on his face.

"And," Felicity gave him a determined look, the one he couldn't resist so he turned to his sister.

"And, I'm sorry Thea. It's not your fault," Oliver told his sister sincerely.

Felicity placed her palm on Oliver's chest as she looked up at him, "that wasn't too hard was it."

Thea for her part nodded accepting her brother's apology even if she still felt it was partly her fault, at the same time she smiled at how whipped her brother was. Yes, Felicity was the first woman her brother had technically introduced to the family since….Thea thought back, never. Even Connor's mother had never been introduced to them, she was a one-night stand that turned into several one-night stands granted, but Oliver never really introduced her as someone he was in a relationship with so Felicity was a first for the Queens. And truth be told, Thea had a feeling, no she knew Felicity was going the be the last woman in her brothers' life if how her brother was wearing his feelings on his sleeve was an indication.

And Thea wasn't objecting at all. She already liked Felicity and loved Emily. And she knew it wouldn't take much effort on her part to love Felicity. Not when she could put her brother in his place that way. No, her brother needed a strong woman beside him and Felicity Smoak was the woman for her brother, without any doubt.

"Now Raisa has put together something for you to eat, we know both of you haven't eaten for hours. I suggest that's what you both do unless you want to hurt Raisa's feelings," Thea told them.

Oliver gently took Felicity's elbow as he guided her toward the table nodding to his sister as a silent thank you.

"Oh Thea, thank you by the way for the wardrobe," Felicity told her, a smile on her lips.

"No need to thank me. I'll take any excuse to shop and this one is even better because I'm doing it on my brothers dime." Thea said cheekily earning her a groan from her brother making her back away and just say, "I'll stay with the kids just in case they wake up. Take as much time as you like," Thea told both of them before she turned away.

Oliver and Felicity were waiting at the Queen Mansion foyer for Donna Smoak's arrival. John had already alerted them that they would be at the Mansion in ten minutes.

Felicity was burning a path on the thick rug. Obviously nervous at seeing her mother after so many years of being apart that after five minutes Oliver finally put his hand out to stall her.

"Felicity, stop."

Felicity just gave him one of her patented 'what the fuck' looks that usually made him take a step back but not this time, this time he placed his hands on her shoulders so that she would have no choice but to look at him.

"Felicity, look at me." He paused until she had her eyes locked with his, "tell me what's going on in your mind. Show me how to help you."

Felicity tried to normalize her breathing. Oliver's touch was helping her try to center herself. She rarely went into panic mode anymore but this was one time that she felt she was entitled to it. With everything that had happened to her in the last few weeks and now with she and her mother meeting face-to-face after so many years of her deliberately building a life away from everything that had been familiar to her.

"After five years, I'm facing my Mom again. I've tried so hard to block away," Felicity gestured with her right hand, "that old part of my life and build a new one for me and Emily."

Oliver frowned, still not understanding what Felicity's point was.

Felicity seeing Oliver's expression tried to make more sense, "when she found out I was pregnant while I was at MIT, she….more or less told me I was a disappointment to her. That she had so much high hopes for me because of who I was and what my future could be like after MIT. She didn't want me to end up like her, a pregnant barely out of her teens girl who had to scrape though life. Eventually, she found out that Emily's father had bailed on me and after that last confrontation, I never saw her again."

"I continued with my studies until a week before I gave birth. Barry was there for me and a few friends I had at MIT."

Oliver embraced Felicity tightly, finally understanding what she had gone through. How strong this woman really was. How dare Emily's father walk out on Felicity and his own child, but his loss was Oliver's gain and dammit, he wasn't going to mess what he had with Felicity. He was going to be everything Emily's father wasn't to the little girl and more than that, he was going to be the man who would never turn his back on Felicity.

He was getting to know his Felicity more and more and what layers she shared with him just made him fall for her more and more.

Now knowing what he knew about Felicity, he understood that it took a lot for Felicity to let the woman who turned her back on Felicity when she needed her the most back into her life and put the woman's safety before her own hurt.

He was an ass for putting Felicity in this situation where she had to deal with her mother on top of everything else.

"Are you sure that your mother being here is fine? I could make other arrangements for her and she would still be safe?" Oliver asked searching her eyes.

Felicity buried her head on Oliver's chest sighing deeply before she answered, "no it's fine. We have to face one another eventually, I guess now is a good time as any to do that."

He leaned down and kissed her hair, embracing her even more tightly as he heard the sound of a car approaching, "last chance, I could still make other arrangements for her."

Felicity sighed then straightened up, "no, it's going to be fine, awkward but fine. She is family after all, you yourself told me that's the most important thing," Felicity finished her eyes a little watery at the statement.

Oliver placed both his hands on her cheeks and couldn't help himself as he leaned in to give her the most tender kiss that only she could bring out in him. Despite it being tender coated with gooey sweetness it was equally passionate as Oliver and Felicity poured what was in their hearts in the kiss.

Both of them were lost in each other that it took John clearing his throat twice before Oliver realized someone had joined them at the foyer breaking away from Felicity slowly and giving Felicity a side glance noticing that she was turning red before he gave John his full attention.

John's one hand was still hanging on to the knob of the Mansion door as both the men exchange an unspoken conversation before John stepped aside and signaled for someone to enter.

For his part, Oliver pulled Felicity closer to him, his arm around her waist knowing that this was one moment were she would need him.

If Oliver had taken the time to think about what Felicity's mother, what his future mother-in-law would look like, which he didn't, he would never ever imagine that the woman who tentatively stepped inside his home was Felicity's mother.

The only thing the mother and daughter had in common was that they were both beautiful, of course Felicity way more than her mother but still for her age, the woman who silently took in Felicity had aged beautifully.

Everything else however, the way she dressed, the way she was made up, the way she carried herself, Oliver bit his cheek thinking how his mother would react to meeting Felicity's mother who was probably was her exact opposite.

He was confident however that whatever his parents impression may be of Felicity's mother, he knew they would still be welcoming her with open arms unless she made herself unwelcome by hurting either Felicity or Emily who both were very much a part of the Queen family.

Only because Felicity had remained frozen in place, Oliver moved forward holding out his hand to the older woman, "Hi, I'm Oliver Queen. Welcome to my home."

"Oh, of course." The woman moved forward holding out her hand to Oliver but kept on giving little glances back toward her daughter who still had not moved an inch.

Oliver realized it was up to him to make this a little less awkward stepped back and reached out a hand to Felicity who grasped at it immediately like a lifeline, her full being focused on Oliver.

"I don't think I can do this right now," Felicity whispered to Oliver who took one look at her giving him puppy eyes and he caved. He would do anything for his girl, even if technically she still wasn't his.

Instead of answering her, he leaned in to kiss her temple lingering a little before he turned back to the older woman who was observing the exchange with wide eyes.

"I'm really sorry Mrs. Smoak, but…"

Donna inhaled and tried a brave smile interrupting Oliver, "that's fine, it's not your fault. I was looking forward to seeing my baby after five years, but I guess that time apart wasn't enough to heal the wounds. Maybe my being here is not a good thing after all. Maybe it's best that I just…."

"No," Felicity's voice was finally heard, it was small and tentative but both Oliver and her Mom knew she was trying, "you should be here. I just need a little more time, I thought I was okay with this but apparently I'm not. I just need a few hours, maybe a few days." With that, Felicity walked away leaving everyone watching her progress until she had disappeared deep inside the Queen Mansion.

After a few more seconds Oliver turned back to the older woman, "I don't honestly know what to say in a situation like this but," Oliver scratched the back of his neck, "Felicity has already said that you should stay. I don't think disappointing her wish now is what you'd want to do."

Her instant nod at his statement was all he needed before he turned to John who was there the whole time witnessing the reunion. It only took a subtle nod between the men for John to take action, "Ms. Smoak, let me show you to your room. You're bags are probably there by now."

With an awkward wave to Oliver, Donna followed John's lead toward the staircase.

Oliver was walking up the steps to the second floor of the Mansion distracted. It had been an awkward dinner with just his parents and Felicity's mother and him. Thea had chosen to stay with the children and Oliver was now on his way to check on his son and Emily who both would be spending the night with her first before he made his way to his wing of the house.

Oliver then made his way to Felicity's bedroom but was surprised to find it empty. He tried the other two doors first in the wing, Connor's and the room Emily was using both were also empty.

Finally Oliver made a beeline for his room, it was the only one he hadn't checked.

"Missed you at dinner," Oliver said as he entered his room slowly, finally spotting Felicity.

"I told you I just couldn't, I thought I could…" Felicity said only to be stopped with a finger to her lips.

"You don't have to explain Felicity. You never have to justify yourself to me. There's still a lot of things I don't know about your life," Oliver sat down on the bed, his bed actually that had Felicity on it, "but anytime you need someone to talk to, to share anything about your past with, I hope I'd be that person you turn to."

Felicity bit her lip in an attempt to still the tears that were threatening to fall at Oliver's statement. No one had loved her as unconditionally as Oliver had. No one. Not her Dad who walked out on her at a very young age, not her good for nothing baby daddy. Not even her mother who had been the rock during her younger years. Oliver's love, and yes Felicity whole-heartedly believed that Oliver truly did love her unconditionally was rivaled only by her own daughter Emily.

She knew how Oliver felt and yet she was deliberately stalling, kept him hanging. Despite knowing that one thing that she herself knew was undeniable, that she herself had already fallen.

And all of a sudden her world tilted. She had an epiphany. Sometime in the last seven weeks that she had known Oliver, she had fallen in love with him. Granted, it wasn't probably as close to instantaneous as Oliver claimed he had fallen for her. But now that she had finally dealt with analyzing her feelings, she couldn't deny what was more than obvious to her.

With that thought in her mind, she sat up and pulled a now shocked Oliver by the neck forward before she pressed her lips to his.

Whatever had been the reason for Felicity to suddenly grab him, he had already told himself to go with it, let her take the lead. His lips and his body was hers hopefully to do wicked things to.

"Take this off," Felicity commanded him by poking a finger at his shirt.

Of course Oliver did as she said. When his woman told him to strip, he'd strip no questions asked.

But then she did something that took his breath away. She took her tank top off and he was frozen in time, she was perfect. Her upper body was totally naked and perfect.

What had just happened, why was this happening? Half of Oliver's brain was still overthinking the moment while the other half just couldn't resist what was in front of him, the later won.

Oliver brought his face closer to her until finally his lips were touching hers. His hands went to her hips pulling her under him completely before they slowly burned at path to cup her breasts.

As soon as Oliver had her breasts firmly in his hands Felicity let out a moan. Hearing her moan Oliver growled in return. He had never wanted anyone more than he wanted Felicity. His desire for her was pushing him to take her quickly because he had waited for this moment for far too long but he couldn't.

His desire to make slow love to her won out.

The next second Oliver's tongue was tracing her left breast as his hand gave her right one equal attention by pulling and pinching a nipple earning another moan, this time louder from Felicity.

Oliver suddenly pulled away from her and for a moment Felicity thought Oliver was having second thoughts about them but all her doubts faded away when she saw his eyes dilated with desire for her.

He brought his hands to her shorts his eyes never leaving hers as waited for a sign that she was okay with what he was about to do first before he actually continued to undress her. Her biting her lip in anticipation was all the encouragement he needed as he slowly slid her sleep shorts down her legs leaving Felicity totally naked.

"Your so beautiful." Oliver whispered as he took in everything about her. And indeed she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world at that second.

He spread her legs wider then she felt his fingers parting her folds before she screamed out his name when his tongue first swiped her slit, doing it repeatedly until she was a bundle of nerves.

Felicity's hands were suddenly pulling at what little hair Oliver had when he started to circle her clit with his tongue, sucking at it as if he had all the time in the world even quickening his pace when he felt Felicity start to shake, a sign that she was about to orgasm.

At the last second Oliver started to blow air from his mouth on to her clit, it was the one thing that finally pushed Felicity over the edge and Oliver was there to lick every bit of her juices away.

"Oliver, I need you inside me now." Felicity's voice was almost unrecognizable, her plea had Oliver riding himself of the rest of his clothes in record time.

Oliver positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his hard length teasing her entrance a few times until she whispered her plea for him to be inside of her again.

But Oliver wanted her to be fully aware of what they were about to do, "are you sure?" He asked her making sure she was looking at him, "because after tonight, there's no going back. Not for me, and not for you. After tonight, there will only be us. I love you Felicity. I want us to be doing this for the right reasons."

Felicity lifted a hand to touch his cheek, caressing his rough stubble a few times before she leaned forward and kissed him for a few seconds before she leaned back again, "I'm doing this for the right reason. The reason being that I'm falling in love with you too."

At her declaration Oliver took action immediately, pushing inside of her slowly without breaking eye contact. He started to move at a steady pace. When usually he wanted hard and fast sex, with Felicity he wanted to savor making love to her so he went deliberately slow.

For Oliver, slow equaled intimate and he never wanted that much intimacy during sex. But what was happening with Felicity wasn't sex. They were making love. He was loving his woman, worshipping her the way she was meant to be worshiped.

Oliver continued to thrust inside of her, feeling pleasure tingle all over him.

"Oliver," Felicity breathily chanted his name as she met him thrust for thrust. All that was heard were moans and groans and the friction of wet skin slapping against one another for the next few minutes until the build of crescendo was too much for Felicity screaming out Oliver's name one last time before she came again.

Oliver was looking at Felicity with so much intensity as he continued to move inside of her building up another orgasm inside of Felicity again she swore she was going to pass out.

Oliver's hands were all over her body, as his own orgasm started to build up, he wanted his hands on her breasts squeezing them, then they travelled to her waist as he changed the her position slightly so he could go even deeper inside of her, then his hands where on her face demanding that she look at him and him alone as he his thrusting became erratic.

"Felicity, one last time. I need you to come for me one more time," Oliver told her and all of a sudden her walls pulsed around him, coating his manhood with her juices once more and it was all it took before he emptied himself inside of her, growling her name in the process.

Both of them were breathing hard in the aftermath of what was the most mind-blowing sex both of them had ever had.

Oliver was still inside of her as he leaned in and kissed her passionately before he leaned back sending her a loving smile, "Felicity Smoak, I love you. This," he pulled her hand to touch his chest over his heart, "is yours, for as long as you want it."

"I want it forever Oliver," Felicity whispered.

"Then you have it, forever. I am yours forever," Oliver told her as he slowly pulled out of her earning a groan from her at the loss of his warmth.

I swear, this time it wasn't a dream this time.

It hurts my soul to paint Mama Smoak the way a wrote her, but every story needs a sprinkle of angst here and there.