Since it's my birthday, I decided to go ahead and post this latest chapter. I hope you enjoy. It's fluff and hotness wrapped together. Thank you for your continued support of this story. Enjoy!

He'd never been this nervous. Even when he first asked her out on a date. Or when he walked down those steps after he broke up with her.

Oliver Queen was pacing back and forth in his bedroom practicing what he wanted to say over dinner tonight with Felicity. He was stumbling over his words and basically babbling his way through an incoherent proposal. The ring, purchased last week, was weighing down his pocket.

"Felicity," he began. "You...you are my light." He groaned, disgusted by his own words. My light! She'd laugh.

Running a hand over his head, he paced back and forth in front of the mirror. Stopping and looking at himself in the mirror, he squared his shoulders and began his proposal.

Felicity was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when Oliver knocked on her door. She stepped back and checked herself out in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was special, if the nervous glances Oliver had been giving her the past few days were any indication. She wanted to look great for him and their special date. Satisfied with how she looked, she left the bathroom and went to open the door.

When she opened the door, Oliver stood there with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. His mouth dropped open when he saw her. She smiled, more than satisfied by his reaction. Tonight she decided to wear a strapless sheath dress that stopped just above her knees. It was cobalt blue and hugged her curves. She paired the dress with a pair of black, opened toed high heels. Her hair was curled and swept over her shoulder. Her jewelry were a pair of simple diamond stud earrings Oliver bought her last Christmas.

She smiled and gestured for him to come inside. "Please come in."

He shook his head, as if he was in a daze. Smiling, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You look beautiful."

She took the flowers from his hands and walked to her living room. Oliver shut the door behind him and looked around her apartment. The lights were dimmed, soft music played in the background and the delicious smell of food filled the apartment. It was the perfect setting for what he wanted to do tonight.

"Thank you for the flowers," Felicity said, coming back into the room with the flowers in a green vase. "They're beautiful."

"Dinner smells delicious," he said as he took the vase from her hands and set it on the sofa table.

"Lasagna," she told him. "It's an old Smoak family recipe."

He drew her into his arms and kissed a smile onto her lips. "I didn't know you had any family recipes."

She chuckled. "Not too many. But we excel at lasagna."

Pulling out of his arms she walked to the kitchen and pulled the pan of lasagna from the oven. She couldn't wait to get a bite. The combined scents of the sauce, ricotta cheese and spices teased her senses all afternoon.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm going to eat a large slice of this, so don't judge me," she told Oliver, as he entered the kitchen behind her.

He chuckled. "I love a woman with a hearty appetite."

She set the hot pan on the stove and closed the oven door. Turning she gave him a wicked smirk. "For you Oliver, I'll always have a hearty appetite."

He was tempted to forgo dinner and carry her into her bedroom, but he wanted this night to be just right. He was actually surprised he hadn't taken the ring out yet and proposed to her out of sheer nervousness.

"How about you go sit at the table, open the bottle of red and I'll serve you dinner."

Seeing no reason to argue, because who wouldn't want to be served dinner by a handsome man, she walked over to her dining table and took a seat. As he suggested, she popped open the bottle of red wine that had been chilling and poured a generous amount into each of their wine glasses. Gazing at him over her glass, she watched as he found a knife and cut each of them a slice of the lasagna. Steam rose from each piece and the cheese slid slightly to the side. He added some of the tossed salad to the plate and a buttered roll. She sighed, hoping that what he had in mind tonight was what she had been hoping for.

"My love," Oliver said, placing her plate down in front of her. He took his seat and grabbed his glass of wine and raised it in toast. "To a memorable night."

Felicity blushed and toasted him back. "To a memorable night."

Oliver felt the weight of the ring box in his pocket. He thought at first, proposing while they ate, would be the perfect time. Then he had the image of her choking on her food and decided that wasn't the time. Instead they talked. They didn't discuss anything Arrow related or work related. Just movies, TV, books, people. It was nice to have none of the usual worries for a night.

After they finished dinner, they moved over to the living room with their glasses of wine. Felicity curled her legs under her as she sat back on the couch. Oliver joined her. Candles were lit around the room and jazz music played in the background.

"You look so beautiful tonight," he said softly, his gaze burning over her.

She smiled. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He took in a deep breath, nerves beginning to settle in his stomach. This was it. This was the time to ask. He just had to get his hand to move to his pocket and remember the words he rehearsed earlier.

"Are you okay?" Felicity asked.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like it."

He sighed, smiling at her. She knew him too well. "I actually have something to ask you?"

"What do you have to ask?"

He reached for his pocket and pulled out the ring box. He slid to the floor, on one knee, and looked up into her clear blue eyes. There were tears in her eyes and so much love.

"Felicity," he began, "Ever since the first day I met you, I felt different inside. Hopeful. Happy. New." He paused, trying to get ahold of his emotions. He wanted everything with her and hoped his words came out right. Felicity reached down and cupped his cheek, a smile on her face. "You...you made me smile that day. Ever since then, your light has filled me. Everyday I have fallen more and more in love with you. And everyday I realize I want to wake up with you in my arms each morning, listen to you babble about everything, watch you take charge during a tech crisis, grow round with our children. I want to spend every moment of life I have left with you. Will you marry me Felicity Smoak?"

Tears were streaming down Felicity's cheeks as she listened to his words. She loved this man. Her heart, her soul knew he was the one. There would never be another man who would make her feel the way she felt with him. "Yes Oliver, I'll marry you."

He opened the ring box. Nestled inside was a circular shaped diamond, set in a white gold band. It was simple but her. He slid the ring on and pressed a kiss to her hand. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

"I love you Oliver," she said huskily, overcome with emotion.

His hands rested on her thighs, rubbing up and down her smooth skin. "Thank you so much Felicity."

She looked down at her hand, amazed to see the ring encircling her finger. They were engaged! She was going to be Felicity Queen. One day, hopefully, they'd welcome children into their lives.

Brushing her hand against his cheek, she closed the distance between them and kissed him. The kiss was sweet. It didn't have the usual fire but instead expressed how much they loved one another. Oliver licked along the seam of her lips before drawing her tongue into his mouth. Felicity felt the kiss from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. It was magical.

"I think we should go to bed," she whispered across his lips. "And by bed, I mean make love on the bed instead of this small couch."

Oliver chuckled as he stood up. He reached down and grabbed her hands, hauling her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Oliver's hands grasped her waist and pulled her close. She felt the ridge of his erection and rubbed against it, eliciting a moan from his lips. Stepping out of his arms, she smiled up at him as she said, "Come and catch me!"

She sprinted away from him, running to the door of her bedroom. It wasn't much of a distance and she wasn't really trying to stay away from him. He easily caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her up against the wall outside her bedroom. Her eyes danced with merriment and heat. His heart felt like it expanded even more as he looked at this woman that just agreed to be his wife. Leaning down, Oliver cradled her face with one hand as he captured her lips with his own. This kiss was heated. Their tongues tangled, their teeth nipped and they devoured one another. His other hand found its way down her side to the hem of her dress. He drew her dress up to her waist, exposing the black lace thong she wore underneath. His hand ran along her slit causing her to shudder with pleasure. She gasped and broke their kiss, feeling his touch throughout her body. Liquid heat pulled to her center as he brushed his fingers up and down her slit.

"Bed Oliver," she moaned. "Now."

He grinned down at her and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked them the rest of the way into her bedroom. He laid her down on her bed and stepped back to look down at her. A part of him wanted to sigh like the lovesick fool he was. The other, more prominent part, wanted to strip her of her clothes and show her how much he loved and cherished her. He didn't sigh but his heart felt like it just tripled in size. He quickly stripped himself of his clothes and joined her on the bed. She reached down and pressed her hand over his heart. He covered her hand with his own and smiled down at her. It was their simple I love you.

He pressed his nose to her neck and took in a deep breath, loving her scent. He nipped her earlobe before pressing soft kisses down her neck to her shoulder. He traced her clavicle with his tongue. Felicity moaned, sparks of fire burning across her skin. Oliver reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her naked breasts. He licked across her nipple as her back arched off the bed. Her hands quickly gripped his head, pressing his mouth closer to her aching breasts. He nipped her nipple before engulfing it entirely in his how mouth and tugged, sending heat straight to her pussy.

Felicity cried out and felt she could come just from his mouth on her breast. But she didn't want to tumble over into bliss without him. She wanted to feel the thrust of his hips between her legs. The tremble of his body as ecstasy overtook him. The sweat rolling from his body to hers as he thrust in and out of her body. She wanted and needed this.

"Now Oliver," was all she said.

Oliver looked up at her and saw she was at the edge of her control. He pressed one more kiss to her breast before sitting back up. He reached down and tugged her dress the rest of the way off her body and let it fall to the floor. All she wore was her thong, her shoes having fallen to the floor during their trek through the hallway. He skimmed his hands up her legs to the edge of her thong. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he quickly rid her of her them.

Leaning down, he looked up her body to her lust clouded eyes and gave one long lick along her slit. A broken cry escaped her parted lips as her thighs began to tremble. He kissed his way up her body, more than ready to lose himself in her arms. Once he reached her lips, she was breathing hard and her body was frantically moving beneath his.

"Oliver," she moaned as he lined his hard cock up with her pussy. Looking down into her eyes, he slowly began entering her.

Felicity's legs wrapped around his waist and her hands moved up and down his back. He seated himself fully into her welcome heat and fought the urge plunge into her over and over again. Instead, he kissed her full lips as he slowly moved in and out of her welcoming body.

In this moment, they feel closer than they have ever felt before. They breath each other's air and their eyes remain locked. The pleasure seems deeper and never ending. Felicity welcomes the slow glide of his thrusts as each fills her with bliss. She clings to him and gasps her pleasure into his mouth. She feels the fine tremble running through his body as pleasure builds. His thrusts are deep and touch a spot in her that makes her eyes roll back. He hits that spot again and again and again until broken cries tumble from her lips. She bites his lower lip as ecstasy rolls through her body, drawing out his own release. He thrusts uncontrollably into her body as his orgasm overtakes his body. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her tight to his body as he thrusts sharply into her. Felicity is beyond any sense of the present as her first orgasm rolls into another at the sudden sharpness of his thrusts.

They lay in bed, dazed and relaxed. One of Felicity's hands softly moves up and down his back, tracing each scar she comes across. Oliver's nose was pressed against her neck, his body relaxed and mind blank of everything but her. He manages to lift his head slightly and looks over at her left hand. The ring he slipped onto her finger sparkles. A part of him is amazed this is his life. After those five years, his future didn't seem attainable. He was a killer with a list of people to rid the world of. In the end, he thought he would go down fighting.

But then he met this babbling blonde, who made him see there was another way to change the city. Every smile, argument, tear and touch led to this moment. A moment of pure happiness. The past few years taught him to hold tightly to happiness rather than turn his back on joy.

Taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her ring finger, he thought to himself he couldn't wait to make this woman his wife.