Broken Arrows Chapter 11 – Turning Page

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Music – Turning Page by Sleeping At Last

I've waited a hundred years
But I'd wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for

Your love is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who you are
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for

We're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees

Oliver was leaning against the open hood of the red 67' Mustang that used to belong to his father. His white tank top was stained with grease and his hands were deep inside the engine, trying to fix the carburetor. Oliver was good with cars; it was something that came handy to him back in the day when he had to fix his or Slade's truck, a natural trait that he never questioned. Now he knew that it was something that he learned from his father – a lover of antique cars – and something that he loved to watch his father do since he was a child. It felt good to be able to do it, to continue his father's work and tradition. It also kept him busy.

Ever since he and Felicity had kissed after their dinner at Tommy's he couldn't stop thinking about her. When he had asked her to stay with him, he didn't actually think that she would – he knew she was ready to bolt into that cab, probably not even stop to look back. That night he could see the doubt in her eyes as a battle waged inside of her, trying to decide what she wanted. He knew that he confounded her, that he made her anxious, and also that she felt the same connection with him that he felt for her. So when he felt her small hand softly grasp his rain soaked shirt, he stood frozen, as she took the final step. The kiss was different from their first, softer and gentler; yet filled with the same passion, the same toe curling feeling that only she could make him feel.

He remembered feeling the cold rain washing over them as she lost her grip on her bright yellow umbrella, letting it tilt haphazardly to the side. She had moved her hands over his chest and then proceeded to wrap her arms around his neck. Their bodies molded themselves perfectly together; as she stood on the tip of her toes and he leaned down to meet her halfway. His hands had trailed down her back and down to her small waist. Her lips were soft and warm against his, a contrast to the cold rain. When she had parted her lips he moved forward and ran his tongue against hers – making fire burst through his entire body – making him pulse with need. He couldn't tell if they stood kissing in the rain for minutes or hours. All he knew was that everything was perfect at that moment. They would have continued in that perfect moment if it weren't for the cab driver honking his horn, breaking the magic spell that they were in. Their mouths separated but there bodies remained close, both out of breathe as the heavy rain poured on them. Even though he had asked her to stay with him he couldn't ask her to stay while they were soaked through. That would lead to things that both of them weren't ready for, not yet at least. Minutes later and many kisses exchanged, Felicity ran to the cab with a smile on her face and a promise to give them a chance.

Since that night they had been texting nonstop. Felicity had refused to go out to dinner with him the next day, saying that it was too soon; that they should get to know each other better first, and take things slow. Even though he felt like they had been slow enough, he agreed as he would do anything she wanted just to be with her. So they had been sending text after text to one another for the past couple days. And with each small message he could feel her opening up to him more, letting him know her as much as he was letting her know him. He knew that he was winning her over; and he would wait as long as it took to be with her. She was worth the wait.

Oliver felt like for the first in a while that he was…finally happy and her decision only made him feel more certain about his own decision. Dr. Diggle was right, he couldn't stop living because of the past; he needed to focus on the present and in what made him happy. And Felicity was the one that made him happy. His Arrow Girl was still there, ever-present in his thoughts and dreams, but he felt like he could carve out a place for Felicity. Hell, she had already done so. As he used the screwdriver to fix the carburetor back into place he could feel the weight of the past couple of weeks being lifted off his shoulders. He had a right to be happy.

"Someone's in a good mood today," Oliver heard a voice say behind him. Without turning he knew it was Tommy.

"Hey Tommy," Oliver said, moving away from the open hood of the car and cleaning his greasy hands with a flannel. Tommy came around the car and into view.

"Is that a smile on your face? I wasn't sure if you were still able to have those," Tommy said with a smirk, as he pushed his hands inside his pockets.

"Funny," Oliver said sarcastically, throwing the dirty flannel next to the large toolbox, narrowly missing Tommy.

"So, what's going on Ollie? Your cryptic text message left me somewhat worried. Not thinking about running away, are you? I can't lose my best man three months before the wedding. Apparently best friends are hard to find these days," Tommy asked with an arched eyebrow, both ignoring the fact that Tommy had lost him for five years.

"No, I'm not going to run away," Oliver said, laughing. He knew that Tommy and his family were worried that he would have a nervous breakdown and simply disappear if the pressure got too much; but Starling City was finally feeling like his home. There was no other place he'd rather be right now.

"Good! Then what's going on? You've been really weird since that night at my place," Tommy said, not even getting into what he wanted to ask Oliver about; why Oliver had returned to his place drenched to the bone and with a stupid smile on his face after he ran to give back Lis umbrella.

"I do have something to tell you," Oliver started, pausing to gather his courage, "But I'm not sure how to…I'm kind of afraid of your reaction."

"Ok, it can't be that bad," Tommy said, sitting on a small stool that was next to the large toolbox. Tommy gave a small laugh, "I mean, it can. But we did some stupid shit when we were kids, so I'm sure nothing can be that bad."

Oliver smiled at that; he and Tommy had talked a lot about their wild partying days. He knew that they had partied a lot, and there were endless things that both of them regretted doing. But no matter what kind of trouble they got themselves into, they always stood together. This time, Oliver was worried that Tommy wouldn't stay by his side because it concerned someone that was important to both of them. The young man had become a constant in his life, and there was no other that Oliver would ever want to call his best friend – besides Slade that is.

"I'm kind of seeing this girl. The Verdant girl," Oliver started, not sure how to explain everything to Tommy. He felt like he had to ease him into it.

"Really? Man that's great! How did you find her?" Tommy asked excitedly.

"That's a funny story actually, she works at QC," Oliver said as he closed the hood of the car.

"At QC? Your Arrow Girl really works at Queen Consolidated? Who is she?" Tommy asked with a huge smile as he got up to his feet excitedly.

"I didn't say she was my Arrow Girl," Oliver said in a low tone, leaning back against the side of the Mustang.

"What?" Tommy asked confused, the smile fading from his face. "Who is she?" he asked cautiously, like he feared the answer.

"Tommy… the woman from Verdant is Felicity," Oliver said calmly, seeing how Tommy's changed from shock, to confusion and finally to anger.

"Felicity? As in Felicity Smoak? As in my best friend? The slight geeky, sweet and adorable, IT extraordinaire? As in Lis? That Felicity?" Tommy went on, trying to understand it. He looked down for a second as he tried to fully comprehend what Oliver was trying to say. Lis couldn't be the sensual goddess that left Oliver charmed and wanting. That wasn't like her. She barely knew Oliver, she told him herself.

"Yes," Oliver simply said, deciding one-word answers were the best right now.

"Damn it Oliver," Tommy said angrily, moving his hands all over his hair, as he walked away from Oliver and towards the other side of the garage and then back, "How? Wait, no. I don't want to know the details! How long has it been happening?"

"Not long. We bumped into each other at QC, but she wanted to keep things professional and forget what happened that night at Verdant."

"And what exactly happened that night?" Tommy asked, his hands on his hips; recalling the sex fog that Oliver seemed to be after the encounter with the mysterious Verdant girl. His best friend was admitting to starting something up with his other best friend. And in some crazy way he felt like he had to defend her. Maybe even defend Oliver when he talked to Felicity.

"Tommy you already know this! I saw her, we talked and we kissed. She ran when I didn't recognize her. Now I know that it's because we knew each other from QC. She freaked out to kissing the boss's stepson and ran," Oliver explained.

"I can't believe you just kissed her like that. What were you thinking Oliver?" Tommy said, pinching the bridge of his noise in a mix of frustration and disbelief.

"Whoa there," Oliver said defensively, "That was not what you said at the time. And if I recall correctly, you were really excited at me having hooked up with her. You even turned off the cameras in the VIP section for God's sake," Oliver shouted back, defending himself. Felicity wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was not some innocent and naive little girl. He didn't take advantage of her. It just happened and he would not apologize for practically falling for her right then and there.

"At the time the Verdant girl was not Lis," Tommy replied angrily.

"And she is a grown woman, Tommy! It's not just a fling and you know it. You're not her keeper," Oliver shouted. How dare Tommy make it look like his relationship with Felicity was just some cheap hook up? It was so much more than that now.

"Says the man that is in love with another woman! What about the Arrow Girl? What will you do when you find her? Will you just throw Felicity away like yesterday's trash?"

"Tommy it's not like that," Oliver said through clenched teeth. He knew the choices he was making. He would honor them. Felicity was it for him. His Arrow Girl…she was still in his heart but Dr. Diggle was right. Oliver had to make a choice. He could wait and hold onto a dream that he didn't even know would come true. Or he could welcome this beautiful and loving woman into his life with arms wide open. He chose the latter.

"No Oliver! You can't just go and have your fun and throw her away. She's an amazing woman with a heart of gold. She is not the kind of woman that you have a casual sexual relationship with! She is the kind of woman you buy an engagement ring for, buy a house, and live happily ever after! And I will be dammed if I stand here and watch you break her heart!" Tommy shouted, acting like the overprotective big brother that he felt towards Felicity. He wouldn't let Oliver hurt her.

"Tommy will you just shut up and listen to me! I'm not the same person as I was before, you know that!" Oliver said, as Tommy paced from one side to the other, trying to calm down, "I really like Felicity, ok? I feel things for her that I've never felt before. For the first time since my return to Starling City I feel like I'm home and it's all because of her. So you don't have to worry that I will use her and leave her behind because I won't. I wouldn't do that to her. She's important."

"And what about Arrow Girl? You were obsessed with trying to discover who she was! What if you find her?" Tommy said, throwing his hands up.

"Nothing will change," Oliver said with conviction as he pulled away from the car.

"What? You've got to be kidding me, Oliver," Tommy said, irritated and not believing him. He knew it was irrational and that Felicity was a grown woman but he felt like a kid and Oliver was trying to steal his favorite toy.

Oliver took a second to collect his thoughts before beginning again, "Tommy, I need you to trust me on this. I thought a lot about it, a lot. I even told my psychiatrist about my doubts for crying out loud. You have to believe me when I say that nothing will change. The Arrow Girl is part of my past, a memory, and a part of a life that I can't even remember. I can't keep holding on to that. I feel…I feel like it's kept me on pause. With Felicity I feel like I'm moving again. Felicity is my present and hopefully my future. She is the one that I want." Oliver could finally see the anger from Tommy's eyes start to slowly fade away.

"You're really serious about this, about her, aren't you?" Tommy asked, crossing his arms against his chest, still suspicious but less than before. The look on Oliver's face…there was love there.

"Like a heart attack," Oliver said, his voice filled with sincerity as Tommy kept staring his down.

"Ok," Tommy said, taking a deep breath to calm down before saying something that he was sure he would regret later. "You two are my best friends, and if she wants to be with you, then so be it," Tommy said, even if the words were difficult for him to say, "I will do my best to support both of your decisions. She is an adult like you said. And I want her to be happy. I want both of you to be happy."

"Thank you," Oliver said, with a relieved smile. Tommy still kind of had a pinched look to his face but he was more relaxed than before.

"She's family Oliver. Trust me, if you do anything to hurt her I will kick your ass. You may be my bestest friend but I won't let you hurt, Lis," Tommy warned as he came to stand in front of Oliver.

Oliver gave Tommy a smile and grasped his shoulder, "Trust me, if I ever do. I will ask you to do it for me."

Felicity could feel Oliver's eyes burning into her skin all throughout the meeting. As Walter discussed mergers and profits for the past quarter, Oliver kept looking at her with undoubtedly, lust filled eyes. She barely heard a word that Walter said as she was too busy trying not to squirm in her chair. She tried to take notes and do her job – the one that she loved and was particularly good at - she just couldn't stop the shivers that ran down her spine. Oliver was shameless too. He didn't even try to be subtle or hide the desire for her in his eyes. And no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she could feel her insides squirming in anticipation. She crossed one leg over the other, trying to find a way to ease the pressure between her thighs. And as if that wasn't bad enough he had shaved, making his square jaw look even sharper, giving her a sense of nostalgia. Today, sitting there looking like that in a dark suit – he'd never looked more like her Oliver. It was as if she had gone back 5 years in time.

As the meeting ended, she politely nodded to Walter and the board and walked out of the room as fast as her black pumps allowed her to. She rushed to the elevator, finally relaxing against the steel walls when the elevator doors closed, happy that only two employees from the accounting department and herself were in it. The doors opened and closed as people walked in and out the 18 floors between the top floor where the CEO meeting room was and the IT Department. When she finally walked out of the elevator, Emily was instantly by her side, rambling about meetings, documents and projects that she would have to work on until the end of the week. As she read the last proposition on Emily's Ipad, she walked from the elevator to her office, focused on the document in front of her. She didn't expect anything and was surprised when Emily told her she had a visitor waiting in her office before scampering off.

Oliver Queen stood next to her office desk with his hands inside his dress pants and a large smile on his lips. She didn't even know how he got down here so fast. He'd practically appeared out of nowhere.

As if reading her mind he teased, "The CEO has a private elevator, the perks of being the boss I suppose?"

She closed her office door behind her.

"Did I say that all out loud or did you read my mind?" she said in a pained tone, closing her eyes in embarrassment. She counted in her head, 3, 2, 1 and when she opened her eyes, Oliver was still smiling at her as if she were his sun; the most important thing in his whole universe. She couldn't help but return his smile, albeit a little more professionally because glass walls, "What can I help you with today, Oliver?"

"Lunch," he simply said, still leaning against her desk and looking all sorts of delicious.

"Lunch?"

"Well since you won't go on a date with me I had to go with plan B. So yes, lunch," Oliver said, stepping to the side and revealing the large brown paper bag sitting on her desk.

"How did you…" she started to ask, shocked to see him picking up another old habit. He used to bring her lunch as an excuse every time he wanted to see her; that was how they started dating in the first place.

"Emily was a big help, she was the one that went to the diner to get it while we were at our meeting," Oliver said with a smile, as he looked through the glass walls of the office towards Emily who was giving him a thumbs up in encouragement. When Felicity caught Emily's eyes she ducked out of site. That girl was out of this world – and Oliver needed to find a way to thank her later.

"Emily? That girl really needs to stop playing the office cupid," Felicity said under her breath, amused and slightly annoyed at the same time. She hated being ambushed, and lately it seemed that everyone was doing it when Oliver was involved.

"Come on, let's eat before it gets cold," Oliver said, taking the fact that she hadn't run away as a yes. Opening the paper bag, he pulled out food containers and drinks from it, placing them on her desk.

"Big Belly Burger?" she asked with a small grin. It was a small diner in the Glades that she and Oliver had discovered one rainy night. It had become their favorite place to just grab a meal and get away. She hadn't had one of those in years; it was just too hard to go there without him.

"Yeah, I discovered it a few days ago. Their food is pretty amazing!" he said, opening a container that held fries, a double cheeseburger with extra cheese, pickles and bacon; and handing it to her. She held it in her hands in shock as Oliver took out his food and their sodas. It could have been a coincidence but…he'd gotten her favorites; even the extra pickles.

When Oliver made to sit down she sat behind her desk. As she stared at her own food she couldn't help herself.

"How did you know?" she asked as he bit into his burger and moaned, his eyes going wide at the delicious taste.

"I'm sorry?" he asked confused, after he finished chewing.

"How did you know what to order for me?" she asked, emotion flooding her body as she stared at Oliver. He had a smudge of mayonnaise at the corner of his mouth. It was too much, too familiar, too real.

"I just had a feeling…I can't explain it," he said with a little smile as she nodded, trying to not let him see how nervous that made her feel; how close he was to remembering. She could hear the hesitation in his voice when he asked, "Is that ok?"

"Yeah. It's ok. It's just that…you got my favorite," she said, taking her burger in and biting into it. On that first bite she felt like she was going back in time, like she was tasting it for the first time. In fact, it felt even better than the first time she had it. She moaned out loud when she popped some fries into her mouth to go with the burger, making Oliver laugh.

"I like a woman with an appetite," he teased, grabbing some fries and eating them too.

"What can I say, I love to eat! But I also do like to run; it calms me down. I guess it helps me stay in shape when I eat delicious things like this," she said with a shrug, as if it was no big deal.

"I can see that," he said in a suggestive tone, his eyes running over her in her orange dress in appreciation. Oliver was a very physical man; he always loved to run his eyes over her body, before his hands did the same thing. Apparently that hadn't changed in the past five years.

She gave a small laugh at his behavior and took a sip of her soda. "Do I need to remind you of the glass walls, Mr. Queen?" she teased as she continued eating her food.

"Why do you think I still haven't kissed you yet?" he replied, leaning back in his leather chair, a small smirk in place.

"Didn't we agree on taking things slow?" she asked him as she bit her lip, her eyes moving to his soft lips. She could still taste him on her tongue. Her lips still burned for him.

"I am taking things slow," he said, his voice promising many things to come when they weren't taking things slow anymore.

"Oliver," she whispered, begging him to not make her do something she would regret later. She wanted them to move slow as there was a lot at stake and she couldn't let things go any further before she told him the truth. It wouldn't be fair.

"You really shouldn't say my name like that…I promised you I would behave, so stop tempting me," he said with a smile, his tongue peeking out and licking a bit of mayo off his thumb. She followed the thumb; she was about to combust right then and there. She couldn't take him that close anymore, not without jumping his bones. After all, Oliver was the only man that ever made her lose all control.

"I…I have work to do. And you are distracting me," she said, before taking one last bite and finishing her burger and fries.

"Good to know that I'm not the only one that can't focus on work," he said in a bemused tone, finishing his meal and cleaning his hands, making a show of it.

"Oliver, I really need to get back to work. Emily just gave me tons of documents and projects to check," Felicity said, trying to calm down her rapidly beating heart. She did not need to get flustered in an office with glass walls.

"Fine, fine. I'm going," Oliver said, collecting their trash and leftovers and putting them back in the brown paper bag to toss somewhere else. "I hope you know that I won't give up that easily," he said with a soft smile as he trailed his hand across the table and scooped up her hand in his.

"You wouldn't be Oliver Queen if you did," she said with a grin. She hesitated for a second before caressing his hand with her thumb. "Even though you are my boss, boss, boss's stepson," she teased.

"Right," he said as a small chuckle escaped him. This felt good, the talking, the teasing, it felt right. He leaned forward and for a second she feared that he would kiss her.

"Oliver," she said in a warning tone as he stopped halfway and raised her hand, placing a kiss across her knuckles. She wouldn't be able to get anything done today if he kept this up.

"Have a good day Ms. Smoak," he said as he dropped her hand and collected the brown paper bag. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he backed up to her office door.

"I'll call you later, ok?" she said with a fond smile as his hand came up and searched blindly behind him for the handle.

Oliver nodded and pulled open the door, stopping in its threshold, his large hand holding the door open, "Felicity?"

"Yeah," she said with an arched eyebrow, a low hum of anticipation in the air.

"I just wanted you to know that I meant it," Oliver said, his piercing blue eyes staring at her as if he could see deep inside of her soul. Like he knew all of her secrets.

"Meant what?" she asked confused.

He didn't hesitate before saying, "You're the one that I want. The only one. Nothing's going to change that; no matter what you say. So I won't give up on you. I just thought you should know that."

Before Felicity could even think of a reply her phone began to ring. Oliver gave her a small two-fingered wave and was gone, walking over to the elevators. She gave a small pout as she watched his long lean back walk away from her. Remembering that her phone was ringing she picked it up.

It was Nyssa…she needed to talk.

Felicity could feel warmth against her skin and soft touches over her abs and down to her sides. The small caresses danced against her body, pulling a moan out of her. She didn't open her eyes, not yet – she was enjoying this half awake moment way too much.

She could feel soft kisses and small bites on her inner thighs, fingertips dancing on her pale tender skin, and the faint sound of her name. But it was the feeling of the point of a tongue on her aching clit that made her eyes fly open, making her gasp and push her hips up with a moan.

"Oliver," she moaned out as she looked down and caught sight of him. He looked up at her from between her parted thighs, his strong hands holding her hips and his mouth giving her a wicked grin before moving down to devour her.

She let out a whimper as his tongue danced against her small nub, as he took his time laving and licking. His eyes would sometimes catch hers, filled with a hunger and desire that took her breathe away. Her hands clutched the covers near her head as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit.

"Oh god," she said in a whimper as one of her hands moved down to hold onto his blonde hair, pulling him closer to her center.

She wanted to watch him but the pleasure was too much; she just couldn't keep her eyes open. With every move of his tongue against her, her body trembled and her moans and groans became louder and louder. She was so wet that she could feel the moisture on her inner thighs, Oliver's tongue following it as he lapped at her.

He moved his tongue from her entrance before moving up and nipping at her clit. One of his hands left her thigh. She was about to ask him what he was doing when she felt a finger push into her, making her cry out. Her insides clenched as he moved his tongue over the bundle of nerves, rhythmically licking the sensitive skin as he thrust another finger inside of her. Her body arched from the bed, making him have to hold on tight to her hips to still her.

He took one of her legs and placed it on top of his right shoulder so he could move deeper; she felt like he was taking her all in, making her moan his name. She loved when he fucked her with his tongue and fingers like this. The movements were shallow, but hard, curling the tip inside of her in a way that no man had done in the past.

His rhythm slowed down until he was lazily thrusting into her; using her juices to move deep inside of her just the way she liked, deep and fast, stroking her inner deep walls. She arched her back in need as the pleasure built, moving from her center to the tips of her toes and fingertips.

"Oh, don´t stop," she wailed as he gave her a particularly hard thrust in response, her head trashing from one side to the other as he kept sucking, licking and having her clit. His large hand gripped her other thigh as she felt her walls start to pulse and contract around his fingers.

The more she moved, the harder he would suck on her clit, and the faster he would move his fingers inside of her till she was nothing but moans and grunts of pleasure. She squirmed on the bed, trying to hold onto something, anything to help her get through the profound pleasures that Oliver's tongue and fingers were giving her.

"Oh Oliver," she moaned, her climax hitting her hard. She threw her head back, bright lights erupting behind her closed eyes.

He kept softly licking her clit, prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible, until he could feel the after shakes of her orgasm. With one last kiss on her clit he pulled away from her aching core, kissing her thighs and hips as she lay there out of breath. She could feel him shifting to the side and grabbing something. She jumped a little as Oliver gently cleaned her; probably followed by his hands and mouth.

When she finally opened her eyes, her thighs were shaking, her heartbeat loud in her ears. She could still feel the effects of the earth shattering orgasm she had just experienced pulsing through her body. She let out a happy sigh, one of her arms moving to rest against her face as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart.

Oliver dropped the cloth he'd used off the side of the bed before moving back to lay between her legs. He softly moved his hands against her skin, rubbing his hands up and down on her thighs and up to her abs, kissing her belly button.

"Hi," he said, softly kissing her belly. She opened her eyes and watched as he rested his chin on her stomach.

"Hi," she said in return with a small smile, running her hands over his short blonde hair. "A girl could get used to waking up like this every morning," she teased him, making him smile.

"Really?" Oliver teased back.

"Oh yeah. Nothing's better than a morning orgasm. One of my top three things to wake up to," she said with a big smile.

Oliver laughed, "Top three?"

Felicity traced his cheeks with her fingertips and nodded, "Yup. Breakfast in bed, followed by coffee, which doesn't count as breakfast because that's practically its own food group and finally orgasms."

"Well I'm glad it's in your top three," Oliver said, his fingers softly moving against her abs, creating invisible patterns on her skin, "You know, you could have it. All of it."

"Oh yeah? Daily morning orgasms, breakfast and coffee? Tell me more," she replied with a lazy smile as she rested a hand on the bed while the other ran through his short hair. She knew for a fact that the love shining through his eyes was equally reflected in hers.

"You would just have to accept this," Oliver said, raising his hand and showing her the ring held between his fingers. Her hand froze in his hair. It was beautiful; a platinum band with a square diamond on top of it, and multiple small diamonds around the sides of the band. It was breath taking.

"Oh my god," she said, covering her mouth with the hand resting on the bed as tears pooled in her eyes. She couldn't believe 'it' was happening.

He cleared his throat before beginning, "Felicity Meghan Smoak, you are the most remarkable woman that I have ever met in my life. Because of that I never knew what living was like until I met you. You came crashing into my life, brightening every second with every smile, every laugh; making me feel things that I've never felt before. I can´t even picture my life without you in it, and I never want to. I want to spend the rest of my days by your side. You are the love of my life; the only woman that I can picture myself growing old with, having kids, building a life together. You are my better half. The best part of me."

"Oliver," she whispered in a trembling voice, tears falling down her face as she got up from the bed, the large white shirt that belonged to Oliver looking even bigger on her small frame. Oliver pulled back to allow her to sit up.

"So please, say that you will spend the rest of your life with me? Felicity…will you marry me?" Oliver asked, one hand still holding up the engagement ring and the other drying the tears on her face.

"Yes," she whispered in a sob, moving to kiss him. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she muttered over and over against his lips as they happily kissed.

"I love you so much," Oliver said, kissing her deeply.

Pulling away from her lips he softly held her left hand. Kissing her ring finger he then slipped the diamond ring onto her slender finger. It fit perfectly.

"It's perfect," Felicity said, still overwhelmed.

"No, you're perfect," Oliver shot back, his wide smile matching hers.

"I love you, Oliver. More than life itself," she whispered before moving to mold her body into his, getting lost in themselves and their love.

Felicity jolted awake, sweat forming on her forehead and her mouth dry. She could feel the tears streaming down her face and into the pillow. As she took a calming deep breath she could also feel the need pulsing in her core; the love for Oliver overwhelming her. That memory was something she held dear.

Closing her eyes, she could feel the weight of her engagement ring against her ribcage, a constant reminder of Oliver and the love that they shared; the love that for five years she thought she had lost. She moved her hand to hold it, letting the sharp edges of the diamond dig into her palm as she tried to calm down her heartbeat.

It was the same dream, the same one that haunted her for the past five years. She would always dream of the day that Oliver had proposed to her, just one month before he disappeared in Australia and her dreams came crashing down on memory used to haunt her ruthlessly, taunting her with something that she wouldnever have and leaving her with an epic love story that ended way too soon.

Turning over and burying her face in her pillow she realized that this particular memory was now a reminder that she now had a second chance and that she couldn't keep on living a lie. She needed to tell Oliver the truth; before that it was too late.

Felicity wrung her hands. This was it, any second now Sara would walk through that door and get the shock of her life. Shifting, she straightened her dress before looking over at Nyssa. She was in the center of the room, holding a box that Felicity had helped to choose a couple days ago.

When Nyssa had called her last week and asked her to come meet at a jewelry store, Felicity had been confused. And then she had arrived and seen where Nyssa was, in front of the engagement rings. It all made sense. Nyssa was going to ask Sara to marry her.

Nyssa had arranged everything. She had gathered all her friends and family to be here at the same time. Oliver, Tommy, and Felicity were on the right side of Nyssa; dressed in their finest. And Laurel, Quentin, and Dinah were on the left side of Nyssa; dressed in their finest as well. To say that Felicity was surprised that Dinah was there was an understatement. She knew that Dinah and Sara hadn't had an easy relationship since she had come out, but apparently all of that didn't matter anymore, she was there for her daughter.

Felicity was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the door handle click and the front door open. Sara was home. She was dressed in work out clothes; camo pants and a dark top.

"Nyssa, honey, I'm home. I got your message," she was looking at something inside her bag. "What's going on…" her voice trailed off at the end, having looked up and caught sight of her family and friends all standing there.

Sara gave a small wave, a hint of nervousness coming upon her when she saw that all of them were holding a small bouquet of flowers and that even her mom was there, "Hey. Ummm what's everyone doing here?"

Nyssa took a small step forward, "I asked them to come here."

"Why?" Sara asked. Nyssa didn't answer, she just signaled for Quentin to start.

"Because you're our daughter and your important," Quentin began, taking Dinah's hand in his.

"And there's no where else we'd rather be," Dinah continued. Sara caught her mother's eyes in surprise.

Laurel was next, "Because we love you."

Sara's eyes began to water as they continued around the room.

"Because we're family," Tommy said.

"Because we wouldn't give up a chance to watch Nyssa sweat it out," Oliver said, making Sara smile and the others let out a huff of laughter.

"And because when that family grows and becomes official we want to be there with you," Felicity finished. Her words making Sara's eyes widened as she turned to Nyssa, her eyes questioning.

"Nyssa?"

Nyssa took a couple steps forward and stopped in front of Sara; she reached out and took one of her hands. She cradled it for a second before looking up at Sara and beginning, "My parents died early on in my life. My mother at birth and then my father a couple years after that. Because of that I've been a loner most of my life, not really connecting with anyone because in my mind they would eventually leave me too. Then Laurel introduced me to you and you...became my family."

Nyssa paused for a second, running her thumb over the back of Sara's hand before gracefully lowering herself down onto one knee. Sara's mouth opened in partial shock and understanding as Nyssa opened up a small box, showing her the ring inside. It was a beautiful sapphire ring on a silver band with small diamonds trailing around it that were cradled by small silver leaves.

Sara covered her mouth in shock, a few tears finally making there way down her cheeks.

"You're the last thing I want to see when I go to sleep and the first thing I want to see when I wake up. You're my heart, my soul, and the best part of me. So, Sara Lance, what do you say? Want to get old and fat together?"

Sara let out a huge laugh and wiped at her face, the tension suddenly breaking at the untraditional proposal, "I couldn't think of anyone else that I'd like to do that with."

"So that's a yes?" Nyssa asked.

Sara nodded, "It's definitely a yes."

Cheers erupted all around them as Sara pulled Nyssa to her feet. Nyssa slipped the ring onto Sara's finger before pulling her into a loving kiss, the kind you have when your parents are around, chaste and short.

"I love you," Nyssa said, tucking Sara's hair being her ears.

"I love you too," Sara replied as she pecked her lips and looked down at her ring finger in awe. She was ecstatic, "We're getting married."

"Yes we are."

"The only thing left now is to get you a ring. Have to let everyone know you're an engaged woman," Sara teased.

"Well I've actually got something for that," Nyssa said as she pulled out a necklace tucked into her shirt. At the end of the necklace a ring hung.

Sara's hand came up and touched the ring, her eyes looking up at Nyssa's in surprise, "It's just like mine. Except it's a ruby."

Oliver and Felicity didn't notice that their hands simultaneously came up to touch the item they held most dear to them that just lay beneath their clothes. Felicity holding onto her ring and trying not to reach out to the man next to her. And Oliver holding his pendant trying not to let his unknown past overwhelm him. They were both too focused on the scene in front of them.

"Your stone and mine," Nyssa said as she unclasped the necklace and let Sara slide the ring onto her finger, "A sapphire for devotion, commitment and integrity. And a ruby for love, commitment, and prosperity. I just thought…since I gave you my heart then I could have yours."

Sara's eyes instantly pooled again with tears. She pulled Nyssa into a kiss that was completely inappropriate in front of her parents. They parted when someone cleared their throat, "You already have it."

Nyssa gave her a huge smile as Sara turned to her parents and sister, "We're getting married!"

That seemed to be the only signal everyone needed. They all came forward, hugging and congratulating the newly engaged couple.

Quentin pressed a kiss to Sara's head and hugged both of them, "My little girl's growing up."

Sara grinned as she returned the hug. Laurel followed soon after, followed by Tommy, Felicity and Oliver. She turned to her mother and stopped, the smile dimming down slightly. Sara hadn't expected her mother to be there, "Mom?"

Dinah smiled at her daughter, "I'm proud of you."

"Really?" Sara asked, her usually tough exterior crumbling a bit as she looked at her mom.

Dinah nodded, "I'm…I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt how proud I am of you. You're my baby girl. Always will be."

They all watched as Dinah pulled Sara into a hug, Sara's face tucked into her mother's shoulder. "I'm glad you're here," she muttered.

Dinah rubbed a hand over Sara's back in a comforting manner, "No where else I'd rather be."

Dinah pulled back and placed a kiss on Sara's forehead as Sara wiped her face of all the happy tears, "Come on. Brought your favorite wine."

Sara's smile came back full force, "My favorite?"

Dinah nodded as she led Sara over to the kitchen, "Yes, your very expensive favorite."

Nyssa, Quentin, Tommy and Laurel followed them. Felicity was about to follow too when Oliver stepped in front of her and made her stop. He had this look on his face, a look of contemplation, before he smiled at her and held his hand out towards her. Felicity felt everything come to a stop as she stared at Oliver's hand. This wasn't just him asking her to hold his hand. This was an opportunity, him asking her if she would take this step with him. He was asking that she give him a chance in front of their friends and family; telling her at the same time that he was home and that he wasn't running anymore. He'd never done this before. And it was all there in the palm of his hand. She just had to take it.

Felicity looked up at him as if asking 'are you sure?'

He gave her a small smile and nodded, as their friends began to pour out some celebratory wine. This was it. All she needed to do was step forward and curl her fingers around his and things would be different.

She stepped forward and interlaced her fingers with his.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed our surprise chapter!

Don't get used to it though, lol. TheAlternativeSource and I had to work extra hard to get this one out on time for the Season premiere of Arrow tonight!

Now lets go watch some real Olicity! I can't wait to hear what you guys think of the chapter and the new episode!

Love,

PoisonAngelMuse and TheAlternativeSource