A/N: So…all we know is there's a jet in 3x20 and SA's favorite scene is on a jet in 3x20. And his favorite olicity scene is on a jet in 3x20. Here's a drabble set on a jet in 3x20. No where near as cracky!plane!sex as I intended. But I sorta like it and hope you do too. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Felicity rubbed gritty, tired eyes pushing back from the bank of computers in front of her. Everyone else was off duty while they flew sixteen hours to the other side of the world in Amanda Waller's commandeered jet. But thanks to the high tech command center situated in the center of the plane Felicity could still work.

Rolling her shoulders she groaned as she rose and slid open the door that led to the narrow hallway, trying to remember if she needed to turn right or left to reach the small kitchen area. Coffee would be necessary.

As soon as they had hit cruising altitude she'd left the others and headed to her post. And she'd been there for the past six hours.

She turned left passing two small bathrooms before coming to another closed door.

Without thinking she slid it open and stepped through and it took two ragged breaths before she noticed she'd gone the wrong way.

But as she let her eyes soak in the sight of Oliver laying sprawled across a large bed, shoes hanging off the side, she thought maybe she'd gone the right way.

Her brain was ahead of her heart however, and had commanded her hand to reach for the handle behind her. However, her hurried, awkward fumbles caused her to knock into the paneled door, rattling it in it's track.

She spun with a muffled curse, only making it worse as her toe kicked the bottom, an even louder noise filling the space.

"Felicity?"

She cringed, hands curling as they fell away from the door and she turned to see him standing next to the bed, eyes a little wild but beginning to fade as he recognized she wasn't a threat.

"Sorry. I...coffee. I was just-I got turned around. Sorry."

Her top teeth bit into her bottom lip. Everything with Oliver still left her so off balance. Probably because as much as she'd tried to distance herself from him, she'd failed. She was tied to him. Irrevocably it seemed.

His brows drew together as he studied her, as if he was trying to decide if she was a mirage or something real.

A shake of his head and he was suddenly present. He glanced at his watch and then back at her. "Have you been working since we left Starling?"

"Yeah, I mean...I'm really the only one who can. And the set up is pretty amazing. We've really got to get our own satellite…"

"You need to take a break," he began but she cut him off with a wave.

"I'm good. Really. That's why I was looking for the coffee."

"Felicity, I need you…" he trailed off, and the air became trapped in her throat, as the most honest and sincere expression she'd ever seen crossed his face.

He stepped even closer until she could feel the heat of him and she was forced to tilt her chin up to look at him.

"I just need you."

Her heart stopped. She was certain it was no longer beating.

A soft hand landed on her waist and then there was no more distance between them. She was pressed to his chest, all warm skin and solid muscle and he just held her.

One breath left her seized lungs and then another. And then she sank into his hold as her arms came up to wrap around his back and she held him just as tightly as he held her.

A rumble of turbulence had him steading them, his hands coming up to grip her arms. There was a brush of lips across her temple that made her heart speed back up as the heat of his touch seemed to burn into her.

When he began to slide her jacket off her shoulders she stiffened, pulling back. Blue eyes locked on blue and the love she saw directed back at her threatened to be her undoing.

"It's okay," he whispered.

Felicity stepped over the cliff. Finally giving herself over to the inevitable.

As the grey material slipped past her fingers he let it fall to the floor before taking her hand in his and tugging her to follow him around to the side of the bed.

"You need to rest. And so do I."

His admission startled her and she froze, eyes flying to his. She thought they were going to have sex and she'd been very okay with that.

Blue eyes grew darker as he held her gaze, knowing she wouldn't even be able to blink. With one arm wrapped around her back he pulled her in so their hips were flush and there was no mistaking his arousal.

A sharp breath escaped her lips and he leaned in even closer, mouth nipping her jaw, slowly moving towards her ear.

"Make no mistake, I want you and I will have you. But our first time will not be on an A.R.G.U.S plane."

Her mind blitzed white and that was before his teeth found her earlobe.

"I love you."

That wasn't what she had planned on saying. And by the way he jerked back to look down at her in awe it wasn't what he had expected to hear.

Then his mouth was on hers and her gasp only let him slip his tongue inside to slide along hers.

With desire spiraling low in her belly, heart flipping she clung to him even tighter.

"You're making me rethink my decision," he growled and the sound went straight to her center.

"I wouldn't complain," she countered with a small shrug that had him shaking his head in mock exasperation.

But the light in his eyes was back. The spark that had been missing for far too long.

He turned her carefully, fingers trailing up her arms to find the closure at the back of her neck. She had to bite back a moan when he tugged the fabric of her tank style blouse from her pants, but dutifully raised her arms as he dragged it up and off her body.

His hands skimmed over her shoulders, sending tingles spreading across her skin and when he spanned her waist she couldn't stop the strangled noise that came from her throat.

Hot lips and a bite of teeth made her jerk against him as he nipped the tender skin between her neck and shoulder. "Soon," he breathed out and she sagged, making both of them groan as his erection was ground into her ass.

He pushed her away slightly, putting some much needed distance between them even if it was only a few inches. She felt his fingers trail along her bra strap, and wondered for a moment if he was going to attempt to take that off as well when she felt him focus on a specific spot.

Then the rasp of his beard scraped over her shoulder blade as he pressed small kisses to what she now knew was where she'd been shot.

There was something reverent in the moment, as if he'd been waiting over a year to do it.

So she let him. She understood.

His ragged breath cut across her skin making her shiver as he placed one more kiss over the scar, leaning his forehead into her for a long minute.

And then he was undoing the button of her pants and telling her to step out of her shoes.

In nothing more than a fairly utilitarian pale blue bra and panty set she turned in his arms, eyes blurring as he cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. "Will you sleep with me?"

"Yeah," she mouthed, understanding he needed to hold her, to be close, to be connected. She needed it too.

He reached behind her to drag the covers back, guiding her forward as she climbed in with no hesitation.

She lay down a little stiffly but before she could even settle her head on a pillow he had surrounded her, sliding in behind her and tugging her into his arms.

With a hum of contentment she discovered how comfortable his bicep was as she snuggled back into him. She couldn't resist giving an extra swing of her hips, pushing into him, grinning when a strong hand clamped down on her hip. "Behave," he growled low making her stomach swoop.

She kissed his arm in apology, eyes growing heavy as the hum of the plane under her and the security of Oliver around her blended together.

There was no way of knowing what awaited them in Nanda Parbat, but she knew they'd go into it with no regrets.

She was where she was supposed to be.