A/N: Warning: This chapter contains fluff and smut. Those with allergies to such things should skip ahead.

Episode 14: Just Us

Anna sighed as she flipped to the next page of apartments for rent in Starling City. She looked over the outside and inside pictures of the three apartments splayed out on the pages and then flipped the page again. "You don't look impressed" Oliver pointed out, sitting next to her.

"I am…" she said.

"But?" he asked.

"But," she said, as he started trailing slow kisses down her neck. "I don't know…they just don't scream us, you know?" he hummed in agreement as his kisses came to her cheek and then met her lips. Anna pulled away and looked at him as seriously as she could. "Oliver, I'm serious" she said, forcing back a smile. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her between his legs so that her back was against his chest and opened the brochure in her lap. "Then, if you're that serious about it, let's look together" he said, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She chuckled lightly and smiled as she flipped to the page of apartments she was looking at. There were flat, one-level apartments, there were two to three levels, and they looked interesting but they didn't seem worth looking at. Then, near the back, was an apartment that stood out to Anna. It was a two-level apartment with a wide open living room, dining room, and kitchen on level one. Level one had dark wood floors and crème walls with wide windows that overlooked the Starling City skyline.

Level two was entered by an open, metal, winding staircase that was in the middle-left of level one. Level two was beige carpeted with plenty of windows. It had a Master and Guest Bedroom—an individual bathroom in each—and a studio half the size of the Guest Bedroom. The apartment was on the second to highest level of a skyscraper close to Queen Consolidated and a walk away from the Starling Gazette building. "What do you think?" Oliver asked, as they looked over the pictures.

"I think it's perfect. What do you think?" she asked, swiveling to look at him.

"I think we should go see it" he said. Anna smiled and leaned back to kiss him. A knock on the door soured the moment and Anna pushed the covers away and crawled off the bed. She pulled down on the hem of her long grey T-shirt before opening the door a few inches. Damien turned to look at her when she opened the door. "What?" Anna asked.

"Is that cool if I leave the house for a while?" Damien asked.

"Yeah, sure, why did you ask?" Anna asked.

"Well, you don't want me being in the house alone, so I thought I'd make sure it wasn't the same for outside" he said.

"Okay, so then be back before eight. Feel better?" she asked.

"Yes. Yes, I do. Thank you for that. Oh, and please tell Oliver I said hello" Damien said, sarcastically before turning and descending the stairs. Anna rolled her eyes and stepped back to close the door. She sighed and turned back toward the bed. "Damien said hi" she said. Oliver chuckled and patted the spot next to him. She smiled and ran and jumped onto the bed in a heap. She sat up and he pulled her next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

Anna sat up and looked him in the eye. "Are we really doing this? It just…it just doesn't feel real," she said, excitement visible in her eyes.

"Of course we're doing this. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else" he said.

"Even though no one has said it publicly, there's been this pressure on me to get married and start a family. And to not be the only one of us Wayne's that doesn't carry that on. Sophia is two years younger than me and she's married with a baby on the way.
Damien is five years older than me and—despite the fact that he flirts with ever girl in sight—he has a girlfriend. Anyway, long story short, I just never really thought I'd have a long term boyfriend—let alone move in with a guy-" she rambled.

"Anna," Oliver said, cupping her cheek with his hand. "I love you." she smiled and slung her arms around his neck. "I love you, too" she said. He smiled and leaned forward, and she met him half way, kissing him passionately. He kissed her back just as passionately and pulled her down with him under the covers. He slid her T-shirt over her head and tossed it away, feeling her heated skin where it used to be.

Anna ran a hand over his toned muscle and he turned them so he was more on top of her, kissing up and down her neck and chest. She giggled at the sensation of his tongue between her breasts. He barely had to shift at all to enter her with his erection and she moaned at the tidal wave of emotions washing over her at the contact. He started slowly thrusting into her and she met each thrust with her own.

He growled as she ran her nails across his shoulder blades. She moaned his name as he picked up the pace, thrusting faster and deeper into her. She arched her back on a particularly rough thrust that sent a shockwave through her. Anna's lips crushed into Oliver's in a mess of passion and lust, as Anna could feel her orgasm approaching.

She felt Oliver tense just as she fell into her orgasm, arching her back and crying out. Oliver's came with a string of obscenities forced through clenched teeth. He pulled out and lay as close as possible to Anna. She put her arms around his middle, pulling herself to press against him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her against himself further.

He nestled his lips next to her ear. "I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'til the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have?" he whispered, lyrics from her favorite song (Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab).

She felt like crying. Anna always thought when guys sing/say lyrics to girls was romantic. And she'd told Oliver that days ago. And here Oliver was, whispering lyrics from her favorite song into her ear after making love. She pulled him closer. "God, I love you," she said. He shifted and kissed behind her ear then down to the crook of her neck. "How did I ever live without you?"