A/N: Felicity makes an important decision as we come to the end of our story.
This chapter contains a NSFW scene, beware if that's not your taste, etc. This is the end of the road and I want to thank ALL OF YOU who traveled the journey with me, reading as I poasted, and sharing with me your enthusiasm for this story. Your support means everything to me. I know it's hard sometimes to follow along with a WIP and it takes some trust from the reader and some patience as well. So thank you for trusting me. Without further ado: here is the chapter. ENJOY.
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Felicity sat on the molded plastic chair, listening to the roar of jet engines and voices that sounded entirely too calm calling out boarding information over the intercom. She and Ray sat at the gate, waiting for first class to begin boarding. From the looks of the gate, there was going to be a full flight to Los Angeles.
When she'd returned from visiting Oliver at the clinic the previous afternoon, she'd told Ray that she'd changed her mind, that she didn't feel like going out to dinner after all. He'd been very understanding and had called room service to bring plenty of food to their bungalow. Her appetite was crap, though, even considering how little actual food she'd been able to enjoy that week.
Oliver didn't want to even try to explore what was between them. He'd told her he felt something, but then he'd said that they could never work out their different lives. It hurt badly, to know that she'd be willing to try, to take a risk, but that he wasn't. It had to mean that his feelings weren't as strong as hers after all. The realization had haunted her the rest of the night and despite going to bed early, she hadn't been able to sleep very well at all.
Felicity knew she needed to break things off with Ray. It was clear now that whatever feelings she'd had for him had changed. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, but he deserved someone who put him first in her life. And Felicity couldn't do that anymore. She loved him, but if she'd learned anything about their relationship this last week, it was that she wasn't in love with him.
She'd struggled briefly with whether to put it off until they got home to Starling to break things off or to do it now. Because the last fourteen hours had been awkward as hell and, broken up or not, she didn't think she could sit next to him on the plane and pretend that everything was okay. Felicity thought that Ray suspected something was up anyhow; he'd been acting strange with her since yesterday. They'd slept apart last night, neither of them even touching in the enormous bed and he'd never said a word about it or tried to hold her.
"Ray?"
"Yeah?" He looked at her, his expression almost apprehensive.
"I don't think we should get married."
Ray looked surprised, but only mildly, and he turned more fully towards her. "What? Why?"
Felicity took a deep breath. "Because I think it's wrong for two people to get married when something is hanging over their heads."
He blinked at her for a moment before lowering his head to his hands. "Oh, God. Felicity, I'm so sorry. You have no idea. I was… I wasn't myself and I was so upset. Then, she took off her clothes and my mind just went blank. But I left, I walked away. I came back to our bungalow and got into bed but I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about you. I didn't know if you were dead or alive… So I went back to her bungalow, you know, and I just wanted to talk because she'd been such a comfort to talk to this whole week. But then, she… well she wasn't wearing any clothes at all when I got there and just…"
Ray trailed off and Felicity gaped at him. "Who?"
"Sara."
Felicity could have laughed. "You slept with Sara?"
"Well, I didn't really sleep much, if you know what I mean— Wait. I thought you knew?"
"How on earth would I know that, Ray?" She wasn't mad, so much as she was… frustrated. She'd held back with Oliver when she really wanted to jump him because she thought it'd be wrong and disrespectful to Ray. Now, it turns out, Ray had done the same thing with Sara.
But Ray was looking at her speculatively. "But wait, you just said that there was something hanging over our heads. What did you mean by that?"
"I meant Oliver. Oliver and I."
"Oh. I see."
"Ray, something happened this week. And it wouldn't have happened if you and I were really—"
"In love," he finished for her, nodding.
"Yes, exactly."
Ray sighed. "I know. I had the same thought. But then I felt so guilty. I can't believe I did that to you."
Felicity patted his arm. "I know I should be angry with you. I mean, Oliver and I didn't do anything. I couldn't— But I did develop feelings for him, and that's just as bad. Worse, maybe. I don't know. You don't deserve that from me, and I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, Felicity. I guess you're right, this wouldn't have happened for either of us if there wasn't a problem in the relationship."
Felicity slipped her ring off and handed it to Ray. "Here. You should give this to the right girl, whoever she is."
Ray accepted it and nodded as he tucked the ring into his pocket.
"Maybe it's Sara," she suggested hopefully and Ray flashed her a smile that was so reminiscent of the man she remembered from before this week that Felicity laughed.
The gate agent called their flight then and Felicity stood up, hefting her carryon. She felt lighter than she had when they arrived at the airport, a weight lifted from her shoulders. Taking care of her relationship with Ray was something she'd been dreading since returning to Maketea, but having it taken care of now made her feel so much more settled.
However, as she handed her boarding pass to the gate agent, Felicity still felt a knot in her stomach. Oliver. It felt wrong, just… wrong to leave Pape'ete and leave him behind and never see him again.
Maybe she should have fought harder, tried to convince him that they were worth the effort. As she followed the other passengers out onto the tarmac, towards the mobile stairs that lead to the door of the plane, Felicity wondered if Oliver Queen was going to be her one great regret in life.
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Oliver's knee bounced and his fingers drummed on the armrest of his seat as the helicopter lowered onto the tarmac at the airport in Pape'ete. He was pushing it close, he knew that, but he had to try.
He'd woken up in his own bungalow this morning, hazy with the after effects of pain medication and the rum he'd swallowed to chase the pills the night before. The clinic had released him pretty late and he'd stumbled to his place rather than going to the bar. He'd just wanted to be alone.
And, yeah, he wanted to be alone so that he could sulk about Felicity some more. Oliver couldn't help but feel like he'd made a huge mistake there in the clinic. He'd pushed her away, thinking it was for her own good, that she didn't need a wrecked man like him in her life. She'd fought back, insisting that she should have some say in that matter. He loved that she always fought back.
He'd slept, mostly because of the pain pill, but his dreams had been plagued with visions of Felicity. In one particularly vivid imagining, he'd watched Ivo kill her on the freighter while he was helpless to stop him. He'd watched her bleed out in front of him, her eyes on him.
Oliver had woken up in a cold sweat from that one.
Sara came by shortly after he'd woken up, bearing coffee and a sympathetic expression. After making sure that he was feeling okay, or at least as well as could be expected with his injury.
"Have you spoken to Felicity?" Sara had asked, sitting on the edge of his bed and watching as he sat up and sipped at his coffee.
"She came to the clinic yesterday," he'd told her. It took a little prodding but eventually, he'd spilled everything that had happened. Sara watched him closely as he gave her as sanitized a version of events as he could.
"You're an idiot, Ollie," she'd told him, a fond smile on her lips.
"Sara?"
"You sent her away because you think Ray is better for her?"
"He is, though. He can give her the life she needs."
Sara had shaken her head, still smiling. "Ray slept with me while you guys were on the island."
Oliver had set his coffee cup down on the table next to his bed with a loud thunk. "What? Sara!"
She'd shrugged. "We were both drunk and upset. We thought you guys were dead. He left my place but then he came back."
They'd talked a little longer, Sara had chattered on about some resort gossip while he'd been gone and finally, Oliver couldn't sit still any longer and had shooed her out the door. Sara had grinned, muttered, "finally," and then left with a wave and a, "tell her I said hi!"
Sara could be such a know-it-all sometimes. But Oliver didn't have time to feel annoyed by it. He'd called to ask if the helicopter was still on the island and then dressed as quickly as he could with his injury. Ten minutes later he was at the airstrip and climbing onto the chopper.
After an agonizingly long ride, he was here, in Pape'ete and Felicity's plane to Los Angeles would be leaving any minute now. With a quick thank you to his pilot, Oliver jumped off and ran to the first airline worker he saw.
"Where's the 9am to Los Angeles?" he asked.
The man gestured out onto the runway where a jumbo jet was just taking the corner. Oliver's shoulder's slumped as he heard the engines begin to burn and watched the plane begin to accelerate down the runway. It took off without so much as a bobble and Oliver felt like his heart was leaving with it.
Then… he heard it. Her voice.
"I'm so sorry, I just had to get off the plane," she was saying and he could hear the chattering of angry French voices around her. "I know that I delayed the flight but I also know the pilot can make up the time in the air. I know how these things work. I just…"
Oliver walked towards the source of the voice, the air-stairs and a luggage cart in his way and as he came around, he saw Felicity, surrounded by airport personnel who all looked pretty miffed with her. He smiled.
"Listen, I just wanted… I don't speak French, I'm sorry, so I don't know what you're saying. I just needed to get off the plane."
She looked amazing. Her hair was up in a ponytail that danced around her shoulders as she tried to explain herself. She wore a pretty dress, not unlike the one she'd been wearing when he first met her.
And there was no ring on her finger.
"Do you know where my bags are? Did they get off the plane?"
The men and women continued speaking to her in French and Oliver understood what they were saying but she clearly did not.
"You don't speak any English at all? None? How is that even possible in this day and age? Okay, yes! Yes, that's my suitcase! Wait, no what are you doing? Don't search my bags, I swear I don't have anything illegal in there. God, I just really needed to stay here…"
Oliver walked up to her, feeling as though the grin was going to crack his face in two. She got off the plane. She wanted to stay. He knew it had to be because of him. He knew that it was because she felt the same urgency he felt, the urgency that had caused him to hurry here to try to stop her.
"Felicity," he said.
Her head snapped up, her grey-blue eyes wide. "Oliver! You're here!"
"Bonjour, Oliver," one of the airline employees said to him. Oliver recognized him, of course, having spent a lot of time here at the airport, though he didn't recall the man's name. He asked Oliver what this woman was doing, why she'd gotten off the plane.
Oliver explained, as simply as he could, that she was with him. He thanked them for understanding, grabbed Felicity's suitcase and took her hand, leading her away and back towards the helicopter which thankfully had waited for him.
Felicity stopped, however. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
Oliver set her bag down and took her other hand in his now free one. "Why did you get off the plane?" he countered.
She blinked at him and licked her lips. "I asked you first."
He grinned. She was such a spitfire. He'd known she would be. "I just decided that… my life is too simple."
Her eyebrows shot up. "It is?"
"Yeah. I want to complicate the shit out of it."
Felicity's smile could light the world. "Ohh…"
Because he could not resist a moment longer, Oliver bent down and covered her lips with his own. He held her around her waist, pulling her up against him and his heart pounded as she reciprocated. Her lips parted as she kissed him back, her fingers cupping his jaw and running back into his hair.
This time, there were no slavers chasing them. There was no ring on her finger and no reason to pull away. So Oliver pulled her closer still.
She tasted just as amazing as he remembered as he licked into her mouth, swallowing the small noise she made. Arousal already thrummed through him and Oliver knew that he would like to go on kissing her forever. But he also knew that he wanted to do more than just kiss her.
He lifted his head and, because he couldn't help himself, gave her another peck on the lips. Felicity looked dazed, her lips bee-stung and pink.
"What happens now?" she asked, licking at her lips.
Oliver fought the urge to growl. "I know what I want to happen now…"
Her eyes darkened and, fuck, if that wasn't the sexiest thing. "Where can we go?"
"Your place is in Starling and that's way too far."
"It's a long fight."
"I don't think I can wait that long."
Felicity's blush spread down from her face and over her collarbone. Oliver was aching to see how far the pinkness would go. He stooped to pick up her suitcase again. His side twinged a bit but he barely felt it over the drumbeat of arousal in his veins. "My place is closer."
"Oh yeah, your little bungalow on the beach," she said, smiling as she took his hand. He walked her towards the helicopter.
"I'm sorry it's not much…" They had so many details to work out. Complicated didn't begin to scratch the surface… his life had gone straight into chaos. But in that moment, Oliver was glad for it.
"It's perfect, as long as you're there."
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Oliver didn't take his hands off of her the entire helicopter ride back to Maketea. He didn't get inappropriate, not with Tom right there two feet away. But he held her hand. His thumb brushed over her knuckles from time to time. He kept his eyes on her, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Felicity felt a delicious sort of thrill herself as she looked at him. A week ago, he'd been an aggravation and now, he was so incredibly dear to her... She'd gotten off a plane for him. Left her life in Starling behind, for the time being at least, just to be with him, to fight for him. It was major and she knew that. This was the first time she'd ever done something so casually reckless in her life.
Honestly, she would have expected to feel more panicked.
Instead, Felicity was filled with a strange sort of calm, as though her whole body knew she was making the right choice. Those niggling doubts and uncertainties she'd felt after Ray's proposal were nowhere to be seen. She was where she was supposed to be.
They talked, of course. She gave him a quick explanation of what had happened with Ray at the airport, how she'd broken off the engagement. When she mentioned that he'd slept with Sara, Felicity wasn't sure what she'd expected but it certainly wasn't Oliver looking unsurprised.
She'd have to ask him about that later.
"But that's not why we called off the engagement," she told him.
"It's not?"
"I just... back when we were on Mata Nui, I realized that there was something wrong. That if Ray was the love of my life, like I assumed he was, I wouldn't have started feeling things for you."
Oliver's eyebrow went up and a smile spread across his face. "You feel things for me?"
"Oliver. I got off a plane just to be with you. I think it's a safe assumption."
He laughed at that.
It didn't take long to reach Maketea and as soon as the chopper touched down, Oliver was pulling her off of it. He commandeered a golf cart and made her sit while he retrieved her suitcase. Then, they set off for his bungalow. Now, excitement rushed through her, anticipation for what was coming.
Oliver didn't say much but he drove them quickly. Perhaps he was as excited as she was. Soon, they pulled up in front of his bungalow. Felicity had been there once before, to ask him to fly her to Pape'ete. At the time, she hadn't paid much attention to any of the details. It wasn't large and from the outside especially, looked modest and not unlike all the other staff bungalows in the area. Oliver let them in, he even needed to unlock the door, and Felicity got a brief glimpse of the studio apartment style setup before she was grabbed and pushed up against the door.
Oliver's mouth crashed onto hers and, just like that, her arousal went from something in the back of her mind to an inferno consuming her senses in record time. He took her hands in his and pressed them up and against the door next to her head so that she was helpless. All she could do was kiss him back as he threw his whole body into the passionate embrace. His tongue stroked into her mouth, making her go pliant against him and he released her hands so she could rake her fingers over the back of his head.
Oliver released her ponytail, causing her hair to spill down over her shoulders before his hands smoothed down her sides, making her gasp. He crouched a little in order to get his fingers around the hem of her sundress. As he straightened, Oliver ran his fingers up the outsides of her thighs, dragging them as he kept his eyes on hers, pinning her with a heated look. Once he reached her hips, he played a little with the waistband of her thong. Felicity bit her lip as he brought the fingers of one hand around to the front of her underwear, dipping them down inside so slowly that she thought she might scream before he actually touched her.
"Oliver..." she said, her voice a whine.
He grinned, a half-smug expression, but didn't hasten his fingers as he stroked the skin over her pubic bone and then down the crease at the top of her legs, feeling down over the inside of her thighs where she was already starting to tremble.
"Patience, Felicity," he murmured, brushing his lips over her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. Patience was something she was quickly running out of. His lips found a spot under her ear and Felicity couldn't bite back a loud moan as he zeroed in on it. He sucked and laved and nibbled until she felt sure her legs were going to give out.
Right then was when his touch down in her thong got deliberate and he ran a finger along her slit, just enough pressure so that she felt it.
"Oh god," she groaned.
"You're so wet already, Felicity."
"I've been wet since Pape'ete," she admitted which made him growl. He reached for her thong with both hands and, with a sudden yank, tore it from her body. Felicity yelped and then flushed because lord, that was hot.
Oliver stepped back and yanked off his t-shirt. She hadn't seen him shirtless in a couple days and, wow, yeah that was still a great sight. Even with the bandage on his side, he looked amazing. Felicity reached out to trace along the ridges of his ab muscles as he opened his shorts and kicked them off.
"Your muscles are insane," she told him. Then, her eyes drifted down to take in the sight of him wearing only boxer briefs. "Oh... wow."
Oliver smirked and pulled her away from the door, leading her back towards his bed which dominated the bulk of the space in his bungalow. He sat down and drew her between his legs so she was standing right before him. He looked up at her with a tender but heated expression, making her want to shiver at the intimacy of it. Reaching behind her, Felicity pulled down the zipper of her dress and let it fall, first to her waist, and then to the floor. She kicked it away along with the heels she'd been wearing, leaving her wearing nothing at all.
The tenderness leached out of his expression until all that was left was the desire.
"I take back anything I said about your tits," he told her as he reached for them instantly. As soon as his fingers brushed the swells of her breasts, Felicity sucked in a breath. Her breasts had always been super sensitive. In fact, in the past, she'd had boyfriends who didn't know how to handle that and some had been too rough, causing more pain than pleasure. But Oliver... wow, he seemed to have the right touch. He experimented with his fingers, stroking and grasping and pinching lightly at her nipples until Felicity was all but shaking.
"Oh god," she breathed, arching her back into his touch. Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples while he massaged the other with firm but gentle fingers. When she gasped at the feel of his hot mouth on her, he opened wider to engulf more of her breast. His tongue stroked along her nipple until she was panting and moaning, her fingers tangled in the short hair on top of his head.
He brought her to the brink like that, until she was about to explode and then he lifted his head. "Wow. Yeah, I definitely take it back. In fact, I believe your tits are now my favorite tits ever."
Felicity huffed a laugh, despite wanting to scream over him stopping when she was right there. "They'd better be," she said, her voice breathless. "Because now they're your only tits."
Oliver laughed, leaning his forehead against her chest. Then, he pressed a kiss to the skin there. Felicity blushed, wondering if she'd gone too far. They hadn't really talked about what they were yet. Was this just a hookup? But her staying in Maketea with him, at least for now, seemed to insinuate a larger commitment... And while they were a thing, she definitely didn't want him motor-boating on anyone else's tits. They were going to have to talk, but it looked like that talk would have to wait for now.
Oliver didn't seem to mind one bit, which was a good thing. He pulled her forward as he scooted backward so she was straddling his hips as he continued to press kisses all along her torso, his lips leaving a blazing trail behind. He grabbed onto her ass, pulling her more firmly onto his lap and she could feel where he was already hard through the cotton of his boxer briefs. He felt enormous.
His fingers flexed on her flesh, digging in and squeezing. Oliver pressed a kiss to her shoulder and gave it a nip. "I also fucking love your ass."
Felicity grinned down at him. "I knew it! You were ogling me all the time!"
He huffed a little. "Of course I was. This ass is the most bitable ass I've ever seen in my life."
She flushed at that; Oliver noticed and kissed along the top of her chest, along her collarbone. "I love that I get to see how far down the pink goes when you do that now."
She reached for his face, cupping it so that the scruff scratched at her palms and drew him up so she could kiss him. This time, the kiss was all tongues and biting as she ground down against him, letting him feel just how wet she really was. Oliver groaned into the kiss, the sexiest sound she'd ever heard. His covered cock pressed against her clit and she gasped, releasing his mouth.
With a growl, Oliver lifted her and turned them so that she was on her back, her head on the pillow. He grunted a little and she worried a moment about him straining his injury. But those thoughts were driven out of her mind when he rose up over her, kissing her sloppily as he pushed at his boxers. She tried to help, pushing with her fingers and then her feet. Before she could so much as feel him, however, he was moving, pressing kisses all over her body.
"I've been wanting to do this since the island," he told her before dipping a tongue into the hollow next to her hip bone. "I wanted to do this on the island. I wanted you so bad, Felicity."
Felicity was trying so hard not to writhe, to submit to his sensual assault on her body but she felt like her skin was on fire. "I wanted you, too," she gasped. "Please, Oliver..."
He moved up her body then, dragging his ridiculous muscles over her as he slanted his lips over hers. Arching into him, Felicity reached down between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Oliver tore his lips from hers and groaned loudly in her ear. He felt huge in her hand as she stroked over the hot, rigid flesh. His hips flexed, pushing into her grasp and she tightened her fingers around him. She felt him tremble over her as she brushed a thumb over the fat head of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum she found there.
"Felicity," he moaned. He pushed her hand away. "Please, I'm on the edge enough as it is... I don't want this to be over before it begins."
Felicity couldn't even try to hide her smirk at that. "Well then do me already."
Oliver chuckled as he rolled off of her. She watched him fish in the table drawer next to his bed and draw out a condom. "Who even says 'do me' anymore?"
"I was saying it ironically."
"I somehow doubt that."
Felicity gave him a mock scowl as he quickly tore open the foil wrapper and sheathed himself. He settled back over her, spreading her legs with his.
He brushed his nose alongside hers. "I wanted to do so much more, draw this out... I've had dreams about tasting you..."
Felicity blushed at that, which made him chuckle again and press a kiss to her cheek.
"But I can't wait any longer. I've been waiting for days now..."
"I need you, too, Oliver," she said, locking eyes with him.
Slowly, he pushed into her body, stretching her. She watched him, how his jaw tightened, how his eyelashes fluttered and his mouth fell open as he entered her, inch by inch. Felicity moaned at the perfect fullness, the slow pleasurable burn as her body accommodated him. She kissed his shoulder, biting down lightly when he was fully seated.
Oliver groaned. "Fuck, you feel incredible." He kissed at the sweaty skin of her neck. "Are you ready."
"God... yes..."
Oliver reached down for her legs, hooking them around his arms. He opened her up so that he slipped in even further. Felicity gasped. He began to move slowly, sliding against her, letting her feel each and every inch of him.
Felicity felt like she was going out of her mind, that her whole body was on fire and she was being consumed. Oliver was all around her, hard all over. His chest, his back, his butt, his legs, his arms... his cock. And he used all that hardness to push her arousal higher than it'd ever gone before.
"Please..."
"What is it, Felicity," he grunted, still controlling his movements. She wanted to arch against him, to thrust her hips but he had her legs held captive, all she could do was lay there and surrender to the delicious torture.
"Kiss me," she groaned.
Oliver was quick to oblige, thrusting his tongue into her mouth nearly as slowly as he was thrusting his cock. Felicity writhed under him, even as she tried to nip at his lips. Then, she had a stroke of inspiration. Concentrating on that constant and achingly slow push/pull of his cock, Felicity tightened her muscles so that her walls clenched around him.
Oliver stuttered in his steady rhythm. "Felicity..." he warned her, breathless.
He began moving again and, biting her lip to focus, Felicity did it again.
He lowered his forehead to her shoulder, panting warm breaths along her sweaty skin there. She raked her short nails over his back and clenched again. Oliver growled and snapped his hips, hard, just once, making her gasp and grab at his back.
"Do you want me to lose control?" he asked, his voice rough. "Do you think you can handle that?"
"I can handle whatever you've got," Felicity assured him.
Oliver growled again and began to thrust harder, faster. His hips were pounding against hers and it felt so amazing that all she could do was throw her head back into the pillow and cry out. She'd never had sex like this before, so carnal and base and instinctual. Every thrust brought a noise out of her, echoing around the tiny bungalow as her voice grew hoarse.
Oliver dropped her legs and she promptly wound them around his waist, hooking her ankles at the small of his back so her heels bumped into his ass with each thrust. He hooked his arms up under her shoulders, bringing his hands up to cradle her head. Oliver pressed his forehead to hers, gazing into her eyes as he thrust in and out.
The heat was finally building into something that was going to go somewhere and Felicity could have wept with relief. His cock was brushing up against her clit just right with each withdrawal and return and she flexed her own hips, pushing up against him. She ground her clit against him as their hips met and she could feel the tingling beginning at the tips of her fingers.
"C'mon, Felicity. Let go. I can feel you dying to let go," he groaned.
Like the snapping of a rubber band, all the sensations suddenly snapped and crashed through her. Felicity cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, as she stiffened and then relaxed, the orgasm washing through her, leaving only bliss in it's wake.
"Fuck, Felicity, you are so hot when you come. Your face, your lips... That beautiful blush that reaches all the way down to your belly... Fuck!" Oliver panted and then he followed after her, groaning loudly as he emptied himself, shuddering over her. Felicity ran her hands along his back, deliciously sated and overwhelmed by just how good that was.
Oliver was pressing little kisses all along her jaw and Felicity hummed with contentment.
"Hey," he said, his voice soft.
She opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her, his blue eyes warm. "Hey."
"That was amazing."
"Was it worth the hype?"
Oliver chuckled, jostling himself on top of her and where he was still buried inside of her, softening. "There was hype?"
"Damn right there was! You were ogling my ass, which you admitted is not too big."
"Mmm..." He dropped a kiss on her lips. Post-coital Oliver was rather sappy, she was finding. She didn't mind a bit. "And your tits are perfect."
"See..." Felicity hummed, kissing him back and letting herself sink into the perfection of this moment.
xxx
Oliver got up to discard of the condom and clean up a little but he was quick to crawl back into bed with Felicity. His side was aching him, a consequence of the exertion, but he decided it was very worth it. But, for now, he wanted to rest and relax with this warm bundle of woman. Considering how little sleep he'd gotten the night before, and the several nights before that, he felt exhausted. She clearly did too and let him curl around her while they dozed until the sun was setting.
He woke first and just watched her as she stirred and came awake. "You're beautiful," he told her.
Felicity smiled, her cheeks coloring at the compliment. "You're not bad either." A churning rumble sounded and they both paused. Then, she grinned. "I'm apparently hungry. How about you?"
Oliver grinned. "Starved."
He called to his favorite cafe in the resort, where he knew the chef, and asked if he could send a couple of plates to his bungalow. This way, they wouldn't even have to get dressed in order to eat, which suited him just fine because he wasn't remotely finished with her yet.
While they waited for the food, they talked.
"So what about your job at Palmer Tech?" Oliver asked her.
"I don't really know. Ray and I didn't discuss that. But everything considered, I don't know if I'd feel right working there still. Plus, I'm sorta here now…"
"Are you saying you would move here? To be with me?" Oliver felt incredulous about this… No one had ever done anything like that for him before. When Sara had left Starling to come with him, that hadn't been about him as much as it'd been about her leaving her family behind. Her parents had been pressuring her about her future, she was on the outs with her sister, she felt suffocated by Starling. Oliver had understood that feeling very well, which was why he'd invited her along. But Sara hadn't left her life behind to be with him. She'd been doing it for herself.
He felt humbled.
"I mean," Felicity said, trailing a lazy finger along the curve of his bicep, "it's up for discussion. The resort gave me a full month's stay, to keep me quiet I think. We could always take them up on that and then see what we want to do?"
Oliver had to chuckle at that. "Are you saying you don't want to stay in my charming little bungalow?"
"Oh, it's fine. It's just— well, it's small, for two people. The bathroom isn't very big, this room isn't very big and how do you even cook any meals on that hotplate over there?"
"I've always managed before, but it was just me." He leaned in to kiss her softly. "Things are different now."
"So you're serious about wanting to try… with me?" she asked, sounding hesitant.
"Are you kidding me right now?"
"I'm just not sure if you're sure, you know?"
"Felicity… if you hadn't been in Pape'ete when I got there… if the plane had left with you on it, do you know what I would have done?"
Felicity shook her head and bit her lip.
"I would have flown to Starling. I would have found you and told you that I wanted to try with you. Does that sound like someone who is unsure to you?"
She smiled and it lit up her whole face. "I guess not."
"Good," he growled, pushing her down and kissing her deeply, until she was breathless and growing hotter underneath him. He rubbed his nose against hers.
"Do you think we can fit in round two before the food gets here?" she asked him, her grey-blue eyes twinkling.
Oliver smiled, feeling weightless and free. "I don't know but how about we find out?"
It turns out, they were unable to finish round two before food arrived. Luckily, Alfonse from the cafe was a savvy guy, heard the noises from inside the bungalow, and left the covered tray containing the food on the porch for them to find later. Much later.
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2nd A/N: Did I do a good job? Are you happy with this ending? As I mentioned before, I'm thinking of doing a sequel. Would you be interested in one if I wrote it? If so, let me know in a review what you might like to see the sequel include. Do you want to see Tommy? What about Ray? Should Ray date Sara? What path should Oliver and Felicity's relationship take? Let me know!
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