A/N: Originally, I hadn't planned on writing anything past the last chapter. Then, I decided to end this story with a little more closure. That's why there is a time jump between the last chapter and this one. This chapter is the first part of the epilogue. The next chapter will be the final and the second part of the epilogue.


Epilogue Part One

Five years later

"Morning," Oliver murmured, opening his eyes into Felicity's blue ones.

She smiled, scooting forward to peck his lips. "Good morning."

His arm wrapped around her body, turning her around, and pulling her closer to him. Her back was pressed against his front, his head tucking itself into the crook of her neck. Their hands interlocked at her waist as he quickly kissed her cheek.

"What time is Sara picking you up?" he asked, closing his eyes as the warmth of holding her so close surrounded him.

She glanced at the clock, groaning. "In an hour."

She turned in his arms, scrunching her nose as his lips attacked her face. Her laugh was contagious, and soon he was hovering over her, lips covering hers so that all he could hear was the pleased hum she let out. Her hands cupped his face as she stroked her tongue against his. She slid a hand down his body, it disappearing underneath the cool sheets. Pulling back, he caught her hand in his.

"Not yet," he reminded her, giving her a warning look.

"Oliver, its been a month," she whined, making him smirk down at her.

"So one more day won't make a difference," he told her, climbing off of her. "It will just make tomorrow all the more special."

His feet were touching floor, though he remained sitting on the edge of the bed. Felicity stood up on her knees, moving across the mattress to him. Her arms wrapped around his shirtless torso, lips kissing his shoulder.

"I can't believe we're getting married tomorrow."

That put a grin onto his face. Every time someone said it out loud, it sent a wave of happiness over his body. It made it feel more real, which was perfect considering how marrying her felt like a dream. He expected at any moment for someone to break through this happiness and tell him it wasn't real. But he'd had that feeling ever since she came into his life. Everything about her felt too good to be true.

"Tomorrow is just the beginning for us," he promised, kissing her hand.

"God, Fiji is going to be gorgeous," she sighed, leaning into him.

"It's the perfect honeymoon spot," he agreed, smiling lightly.

Standing up, and causing her hands to drop from his chest, he headed for his closet. He stepped out moments later, pulling a white cotton shirt onto his body. Shaking his head at the noise of protest she let out, he left her to get ready.

Half an hour later, she was joining him downstairs, serving herself some pancakes. Her hands reached for the brand new bottle of syrup that was on the counter, drizzling it onto the stack. He sat at the island that was in the center of the kitchen, amusement dancing around in his eyes. She stopped pouring, setting the bottle back down.

"What?"

He gestured at the syrup bottle with a jut of his head, a smile shadowing his lips. "It has twenty-five percent less sugar."

She flushed, instantly transported back to that morning all those years ago when she had told him the exact same sentence. He just chuckled, standing up to clear his plate. On his way to the sink, he leaned over to kiss her. The taste of syrup on his lips made her stomach flip with want.

And not just for the food.

"It tastes even better than the original," she remarked, using the response he had given her that same day.

He just smiled, beginning to wash the dishes. She took a seat in the chair he had been in, cutting her pancakes into small pieces. Her eyes kept drifting over to him, until she eventually gave up and focused on his backside. She watched him, watched the movement of his muscles underneath his shirt as he scrubbed each dish, wondering how she had gotten so lucky.

"What are you and the girls planning on doing today?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Sara's taking us to some restaurant," she answered, shrugging as she shoved a bite of the pancake into her mouth. "I've never heard of it."

"Well, don't get too crazy," he warned. "The last thing I need is for you to be hungover on our wedding day."

She laughed at the idea. "So if I trip on my way down the aisle, you won't catch me?"

"Of course I will," he assured, glancing at her. "Then, I'd throw you over my shoulder and carry you the rest of the way down the aisle."

The grin that overtook her face made her happy he was turned around so that he couldn't see. The fact that he could make her face light up at even the smallest of things always added to his ego. And smugness was the last thing he needed.

"What are you and the guys doing tonight?"

"I told Tommy to keep things simple. He's picking up some beer and we're going to watch football here."

"No strip clubs?" she prompted, watching as he turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"No," he answered, turning off the faucet and drying his hands. "No male strippers for you?"

"Well, you never know with Sara."

"Very true," he agreed. "Just promise you won't forget you have a fiance."

"I can't make any promises," she teased, making him raise his head in question. "I haven't touched a guy in a really long time."

OK, that was a lie. There had been touching - and a lot of it. There just wasn't any touching between a certain part of him and a certain part of her. There was the one time they dry humped, but the barrier of clothing kind of took all the fun out of it. Plus, it brought on a lot of high school flashbacks that she preferred to forget. And not to say that it hadn't been enjoyable, because it had. She just really missed the feeling of him inside her.

Getting lost in the fantasy of that, she almost didn't notice his approach after her previous spoken words. She was in his arms within moments, his lips searing into hers. She wove her hands into his hair, bringing him impossibly close to her. When he pulled away, her brain was completely fried. She always wondered how he could do that to her with just a kiss.

"I promise tomorrow will involve a whole lot of touching," he said, eyes darkening at the thought.

"Sounds perfect," she whispered, kissing him once again.

There was a sudden knock on the door, drawing them away from each other. They both groaned, Oliver obediently going to answer it. From where Felicity stood, she could see who was at the door when it was pulled back. However, she knew who it was without even looking.

"Oliver," Sara greeted, giving him a hug. "You ready for tomorrow?"

"More than you know," he responded, stepping aside so that she could enter.

"Felicity!" Sara exclaimed, running up to give her a hug as well. "You ready for a night to remember?"

"Well, it sure sounds tempting, but I'd appreciate it if you kept things PG-13 tonight."

She scoffed, looking at Felicity as if she had just grown two heads. "You can't be serious."

"But I am," Felicity grimaced, sucking air through her teeth. "I can't get too drunk tonight."

"Felicity, this night is going to be so awkward without alcohol. I mean, do you really want to sit in a room with Oliver's ex-girlfriend, his little sister, and my lesbian lover sober?"

"No, but-"

"Great, so it's settled. No plans will be changed," Sara decided, lowering her voice before speaking the next part. "Now, let's get out of here. We still have to make that one little stop you requested."

"OK, just give me a chance to say goodbye to my fiance," Felicity told her, moving to the archway where Oliver was standing.

"You'll see him tomorrow," Sara protested, yanking her away from Oliver's direction. "We really have to stay on schedule here."

"Sara, you came thirty minutes early," Felicity pointed out, escaping her grasp and slipping into Oliver's arms.

Sara pretended to make gagging noises as they made out like teenagers. That only made them laugh until Felicity took pity on her and pulled away.

"Love you," she told him, running a thumb across his stubble.

"Love you, too," he returned, giving her one last kiss before letting her go.

"You guys make me sick," Sara groaned, shutting the door behind her and Felicity.


Oliver hadn't planned on the guys coming over until much later that evening. That meant that he had plenty of time to himself to spend working out. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and a sweat towel from the linen closet, he headed down into the basement where he kept his personal gym. The remote was right where he left it by the treadmill, and he clicked a button on it so that the TV was displaying a clear image of his walkway.

When he was down in the basement, it was impossible for him to hear anyone knocking upstairs. The security camera made it perfect for him to monitor the door in case anyone stopped by. His iPod was resting in the holder on the treadmill, and he put his headphones on. Music blared in his ears as he started the machine. Within minutes, he was speeding on, lost in his own world of concentration.

His workout session was cut short by Tommy's car pulling up in the driveway. Oliver's brows furrowed as he pulled out his headphones and stopped the machine. He wiped off his chest with the sweat towel, swigging back some of his water. Tommy stepped out of the car, removing his sunglasses as he walked up the driveway. Oliver could hear the insistent pounding as he strode up the stairs. Tommy's grin expanded as Oliver opened the door.

"Hey, buddie," he greeted, throwing an arm over Oliver's shoulder.

"Tommy, I wasn't expecting you for a few more hours," Oliver said, trying to act happy to see his friend, though he was really frustrated he didn't get a chance to finish his workout.

"Well, I had to come early because I realized you're only a free man for a little while longer, and every minute needs to matter."

"I told you no strip clubs," Oliver reminded him.

"Oliver, I would never take you to a strip club in the middle of the day," Tommy scoffed. "No, we're going to round up the rest of the guys and then we're going to Verdant."

"I thought we agreed to do the drinking here."

"And we will," Tommy promised. "Just think of this as your pre-drinking experience." Tommy grinned at his own words. "Plus, Jeff said drinks would be on him tonight."

"Who the hell is Jeff?"

"You're kidding, right?" Tommy saw that he was serious, and rubbed a hand over his face. "Oliver, Jeff has been the bartender at Verdant for over twenty years. How is it that I know this and you don't?"

Oliver shook his head, feeling guilty. "I guess he never told me his name."

"Or, you were too busy staring at Felicity to ask for it," Tommy taunted, slapping his friend on the back again. "C'mon, let's get going."

Oliver shrugged Tommy off, heading up the stairs to his room. He threw some explanation of needing to shower quickly over his shoulder, hearing a heavy sigh from Tommy. Oliver went into his bathroom, showering and then getting dressed for the day as soon as possible. He knew Tommy was excited, and he didn't want to keep the rest of the guys waiting.

Fifteen minutes later, they were out of his house and on the road. They stopped by Roy's trailer to pick him up, seeing as he was the only one who didn't have a car. When they arrived at Verdant, Oliver was surprised to see that they were the only ones there. He turned to Tommy for explanation, but Tommy merely shrugged his shoulders.

Inside, there were streamers and a giant banner that read 'Bachelor Party' hanging above the bar. How original. The bartender, Jeff, grinned at Oliver when he walked in, setting down the glass he had been drying to step around the bar.

"Oliver, how does it feel knowing today is your last day of freedom?" Jeff asked, his tone teasing as he shook Oliver's hand.

"If anything, I'm more excited to be married than to be, well, unmarried for one last day," Oliver admitted.

"She's one lucky lady," Jeff told him, moving on to greet Tommy and Roy. "Hey, guys."

"Jeff, I see you closed the bar for the day," Tommy observed. "You didn't have to do that."

"It was my pleasure. I'm closing it tomorrow, too."

"Tomorrow?" Oliver repeated.

"Yeah, for your wedding. I wouldn't miss that for the world. When Felicity gave me the invitation, I cleared my schedule immediately."

Guilt hit Oliver hard. Felicity had invited this man to their wedding, and Oliver didn't even know his name.

"That's great. We were really looking forward to you coming," Oliver said, promising himself to be extra appreciative of Jeff tonight.

"That means a lot," Jeff smiled. "So, how many more people are we expecting?"

"Just two," Tommy answered.

"Actually, it's three," Oliver corrected, watching as Tommy furrowed his brows.

"I thought it was just Diggle and Floyd?"

"No, I invited Walter also."

"You invited your step-dad to your bachelor party?" Tommy scoffed, making Oliver nod his head slowly. "Is your mom at Felicity's bachelorette party?"

"No, but she was invited," Oliver informed him, watching him shake his head. "He's a good guy, Tommy."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't want to put on that act I do whenever adults are around."

Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe in this case, it will be a good thing."

They sat along the bar, watching as Jeff filled up a glass full of whatever they wanted. The guys laughed as they bonded, all really enjoying themselves. However, Oliver couldn't help but wonder how things were going for Felicity.


"You have to wear it," Sara ordered, trying to place a veil on Felicity's head.

"Sara, I don't want to," Felicity protested, weakly fighting her off.

Nyssa, Lyla, Laurel, and Thea surrounded Felicity, giggling among themselves. Sara had taken them all to some restaurant known for their great happy hour drinks - which was typical Sara. She had requested an endless flow of champagne, and the ladies were definitely taking advantage of that.

Laurel had drunken the most so far, but it made her easier to be around, so they didn't stop her. Lyla couldn't drink because she was in the midst of a pregnancy scare. She had yet to tell Diggle until it was officially confirmed. Nyssa was drinking nearly as much as Laurel, but it didn't seem to have an affect on her. Thea was drinking slowly, knowing how reckless she could get when she became too intoxicated. Then there was Sara, who was more focused on pouring the alcohol down Felicity's throat than her own. It wasn't even dark out yet, and Felicity could already feel her vision weakening around the ends.

"I'll leave it on for an hour, OK?" Felicity bargained, watching as Sara grinned in agreement. "God, you are so difficult."

"I have an idea," Laurel announced, clapping her hands together giddily. "Why don't you tell us the story of how Oliver proposed?"

Felicity blushed, flashes from that night instantly replaying in her mind. "You guys wouldn't understand it."

"Yeah, good luck trying to get that one out of her," Sara said, widening her eyes. "I've tried countless times to get to the bottom of that story."

"Oh, come on, Felicity. Tell us," Nyssa begged, the rest of the group pleading with her.

Felicity didn't know what it was - probably the four glasses of champagne she had chugged down - but she couldn't think of a reason not to tell her friends this story. Leaning back, she put a huge grin onto her face. The women immediately silenced, sensing that she was about to speak.

"Well, as you all know, this happened six months ago," Felicity began, fingers playing with her ring as she recalled the story. "Oliver surprised me with reservations to my favorite restaurant, and when we got back to our house, he asked me if I wanted to play a game."

"What kind of game?" Sara asked, literally sitting on the edge of her seat.

"Was it like a role-playing thing?" Lyla guessed.

"I was just about to ask that!" Laurel exclaimed, finishing another glass.

"No, it was Monopoly," Felicity told them, knitting her brows together at their dirty minds.

"Monopoly? Why that?" Thea asked.

"It's kind of a long sto-"

"They fucked on a Monopoly game board in the early stages of their relationship," Sara blurted.

"You weren't supposed to repeat that, Sara," Felicity grit, blushing furiously as all the attention and looks of astonishment fell upon her.

"Hot," Nyssa complimented, saluting her glass to Felicity. "One time Sara and I did it on top of a-"

"Can we please get back to the engagement story?" Thea cut Nyssa off, on the verge of covering her ears.

"Right," Felicity remembered, trying not to think too hard about how Nyssa's sentence could have ended. "So, he sets up the game on our living room floor, and The Kin is playing softly on the record behind him."

"Who's Ken?" Laurel asked, looking lost.

"What? No, I said The Kin," Felicity repeated, enunciating her letters more. "They're a band."

"They sang the song that Felicity and Oliver danced their first dance ever to," Sara further explained, making the rest of them nod their heads in understanding.

"Anyways, we're playing for almost an hour, and the whole time Oliver is doing that thing with his hands that he does when he gets nervous," Felicity continued, reenacting the movement with her own hand. "I kept asking him what was wrong, and each time he would shake his head. Every time I would roll the dice though, he would bite his lower lip nervously. He said nothing was wrong, so I didn't press him."

"Oliver nervous? I can't imagine that," Thea laughed, the other murmuring in agreement.

"Those were my thoughts exactly. I seriously thought of getting help when I landed on the 'Chance' square and his face went completely pale. I picked up the card anyway, flipping it over to find 'Will you marry me?' scrawled out across the back. I remember feeling my heart stop."

"That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard," Lyla said, eyes laced with tears.

"What happened next?" Laurel prompted, looking as though all she were missing was a box of popcorn.

"Well, we-"

"Can I say it?" Sara interrupted, already guessing what Felicity was going to say next.

"Sure," Felicity sighed, refilling her champagne glass.

"They fucked on the game board!" Sara exclaimed, earning stares from the other people in the room.

She was oblivious to it though, instead grinning like an idiot. Felicity just shook her head, trying to hide her embarrassment behind a drink of the fizzy substance. Thea looked grossed out, while the rest of them doubled over in laughter. Nyssa shot Felicity a thumbs up, sending her approval once again. Felicity poured a little more champagne into her glass, knowing she was going to need it.

"God, I bet you miss that," Sara sighed, ending the laughter as the group grew curious once again.

"Miss what?" Felicity questioned.

"The sex," she explained, saying it like Felicity should have known.

"Wait, you and Oliver aren't having sex?" Laurel asked, jaw dropping.

"You guys don't know about this?" Sara gasped. "Oliver and Felicity decided they wouldn't have sex again until their wedding night."

"Oh, you poor thing," Nyssa frowned.

"When did you decide this?" Laurel pressed.

"A month ago," Felicity answered. "It's been... tough."

"How have you survived?" Nyssa said, hand on her chest like Felicity was telling her something life-altering.

"Well, we have been doing other stuff," Felicity explained, shrugging her shoulders before sipping her champagne.

"What kind of other stuff?" Nyssa continued, eyebrows raised in hope of details.

"You know," Felicity murmured, looking off to the side. "There has been some... oral stuff."

"My ears," Thea groaned, clenching her eyelids shut.

"This is why you're my best friend," Sara decided, waiting for the commotion to die down again. "Oliver is one lucky man."

"And so is she," Thea pointed out, recovering from the image of her brother and his soon-to-be wife doing the unspeakable. "He's taking her to Fiji for their honeymoon."

"Ooh," they fawned, making Felicity blush.

"I know, he spoils me," Felicity blushed. "A whole week away from this place sounds perfect."

"I think I speak for everyone in this room when I say I'm so fucking jealous of you right now," Nyssa slurred, showing the first sign that the alcohol was hitting her.

They laughed, warmed by the moment they were all sharing. Felicity grinned. Not only did she have the perfect man, but she had the perfect friends as well.


The guys came back to Oliver's house once it started getting dark out. Tommy was pleased to remember he had stocked Oliver's fridge the day before with plenty of beers. Oliver was determined not to drink too much, keeping in mind that being hungover on his wedding day was the last thing he wanted. That didn't stop Tommy from shoving beers into his hand. Surprisingly, he got away with leaking the beer into the sink when Tommy wasn't looking.

Walter had stopped by when they were at the bar, but left shortly after. He told Oliver he had to get back to Moira who was still debating between two dresses for tomorrow. Now, it was nearly eleven o'clock at night, and they were all sitting in the living room, listening to Diggle talk about how he wanted to start trying for kids with Lyla.

"I don't know," Diggle sighed, splaying his hands out to the side. "I just feels right, you know?"

"Oh, tell me about it," Tommy agreed, swallowing the last of his beer can. "Laurel and I are probably going to be following Oliver and Felicity down that aisle tomorrow."

"Things with Thea are going great," Roy said. "I don't know about marriage or kids yet though."

"Yeah, let's hold off on that for now," Oliver advised, making the guys crack up.

There was a loud knock on the front door, sobering the guys for a second. Oliver stood up to answer it, leaving the guys behind in a round of laughter. He pulled open the door, nearly being tackled to the ground as a body was hurled against him. Warm lips landed on his, shaky arms coming to wrap around his neck. Oliver pushed back, eyes focusing enough to figure out who it was.

Felicity.

"Felicity, what are you doing here?" he asked, glancing behind him to see Sara leaning against the door frame.

"She said she'd drive here herself if I didn't take her," Sara said, crossing her arms.

"I wanted to see you," Felicity explained, bringing his mouth back to hers in a bruising kiss.

He groaned into her mouth, her tongue pushing past his lips. But she was drunk, and he didn't feel right about it. Especially not with four guys in the next room and her best friend just a couple feet away. Oliver released her arms from around his neck, pulling away from her.

"Why is she so drunk?" he whispered to Sara, as Felicity draped herself over him.

"We were just trying to make sure she had a good time," Sara answered, looking guilty. "I'm sorry."

Oliver sighed, looking at Felicity with a smile. His eyes went back over to Sara, starting towards her and bringing Felicity with him.

"Just sober her up, OK?"

"Of course," Sara nodded, wiping her hands on her pants.

Oliver turned to Felicity, cupping her face. "Hey, Sara is going to take you back with her now."

She loud out a noise of protest. "But I want to stay here, with you."

"I want that, too, but that can't happen tonight. How about you let Sara take you back to her place, and then you can call right before bed?" he suggested.

She nodded. "Fine."

"OK, good," he smiled, pecking her lips. "And guess what?"

His voice had lowered as she grinned. "What?

"We're getting married tomorrow."

"We are," she confirmed in a whisper, kissing him one more time before he handed her over to Sara.

"Sara," he called, making her turn around before she had gone completely. "Thank you for giving her a good time."

She smiled, closing the door. Oliver took a few minutes before walking back out into the living room.

"Who was it?" Tommy asked, making the others turn to look at Oliver as well.

Oliver just shook his head, dismissing the question. Though Felicity was drunk and probably wouldn't remember coming here at all, it was a memory he wanted to keep to himself. Plus, it was going to be great to tease her about it in the future.