Author's note: So as I noted in yesterday's update, I am making another story in this universe... still wanting to know what you guys want the baby to be... Gender? Twins?... review and let me know... I do read all my reviews and respond accordingly...

Now on to the update... we'll this is it people... THE WEDDING! I planned on only putting the wedding up an holding on to the wedding night until next week but because my beta warehouseluver13 is so amazing... all the chapters for this story are done... I will post the final 4 chapters on monday but I have 5 for you all tonight... enjoy

Wedding looks on polyvore

Disclosure: I own nothing of Arrow or the songs in this story... just love them.

A bell brought Felicity back to reality. Oliver had her pressed tightly against the wall of the elevator, nipping sensually at her neck as they rode up to their suite.

"Oliver. Baby. We are. Um. We are at our floor." Felicity stuttered out as she tried to regain her thoughts. His lips and tongue on her skin was making it so hard to think straight.

"Good. I'm ready to have you all to myself."

"Oh really?" Felicity giggled as she was pulled down the hall to the suite door.

"Yes. I had to share you with everyone today and I missed out on our alone time last night so I am most definitely ready to spend several hours alone with my wife." Oliver's gaze showed all the passion and desire he had for her.

Felicity blushed and bit at her lower lip. They looked up to find the porter already at their door. He had ridden up in a different elevator, at Oliver's request because he knew he couldn't keep his hands off her any longer.

"Sorry about all that." Felicity smiled sweetly, a blush deepening on her cheeks.

"It's okay. Happens a lot." A porter grinned knowingly then opened the door for them and walked in, to place their bag in the room. He stepped back out quickly and grinned at Oliver. "Everything is set as you requested, Mr. Queen. Enjoy your stay and congratulations."

"Thank you. For everything." Oliver shook the man's hand and slipped him a tip as the porter moved away. "Well, here we go."

Felicity turned to step into the suite when Oliver stopped her. She turned to look at him but before she knew it, she was folded up in his arms and he was carrying her into the suite, kicking the door shut behind them. "Oliver what the?"

"Well I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold. It's tradition." Oliver chuckled as he eased her down to the floor.

"And should I get used to that?"

"What? Me carrying you? Only when it is needed but yes. Get used to it. In my arms is where you will always belong now. And where I will always want you." Oliver wrapped her up in his arms, his hands pressing into her lower back. His head dropped back down to her neck and a soft moan escaped her as she melted into his arms all over again. "Now let's start our celebration, my wife." Oliver eased her into a nearby wall, his hands sliding to her hips and holding tightly onto her.

"Wait Oliver what other stuff?"

"Come see." Oliver moved her out of the entry hall only for her to find the entire suite bathed in lit candles, giving the space a warm golden glow. There were roses throughout the space and petals all over the floor. On the coffee table in the sitting space was a plate of fruit as well as a container with a bottle of sparkling cider chilling. She looked over to see the bed covered in rose petals as well. "You like it?" Oliver asked as he slid behind her and wrapped up around her, his hands falling softly to her belly.

"Oliver, it's beautiful. I love it."

"Good. My wife deserves nothing but the best." Oliver grinned as he went back to nipping and suckling on her neck.

"Mmm. Wife. I love how you say that." Felicity mused in the sexiest voice. Her hand traced up to his head, twisting into his hair.

"So do I. Now let's get you a bit more comfortable." His fingers slipped to the zipper of her dress. She felt he slowly pull it down and then loosen the ribbons hold her dress closed around her. When she felt his hand slide inside her dress, she jumped forward. "Sweetheart? Is something wrong?"

"No. God no! I mean God it took all I had not to drag you off earlier today. And you whispering in my ear all night didn't help." Felicity laughed. Oliver took a step towards her but she stepped back. He stared at her confused by her actions. "Can I have a minute? I just want to... um... you know...change." Oliver's face twisted into an even more puzzled gaze as his brows furrowed together. "Into something... else." Felicity flipped her hands up and down her body and it finally dawned on him what she meant.

"You don't have to."

"I know but I want to. I mean we only get one first time. As husband and wife. We already had the other first time. And several times after that. And this is proof of that." Felicity laughed as she rubbed over her belly. "So you just relax, pour us something to drink and I will be right back." Felicity fluttered around him as she grabbed a small gift bag she had brought with them.

"Okay Sweetheart." Oliver huffed a laugh as she skipped into the bathroom, closing the door quickly after her.

"My God! Are all the suites like this?!" Felicity shouted as she saw the bathroom.

"Felicity, is something wrong?"

Felicity poked her head out the bathroom and smiled. "Only the fact that I am standing in a bathroom that is the size of my old apartment. Sorry. Be right out."

"Take your time." Oliver chuckled at his wife and her hijinks knowing she would always be able to lighten his mood instantly. He crossed through the room, sliding his jacket off and throwing it over the back of a nearby chair. He tugged off his tie, arrow tie pin and vest as well. He moved towards the cider and glasses, popping the bottle open the filled their glasses as he loosened his top button of his shirt. He pulled his arrow shaped cufflinks out and placed them on the table as well. He grabbed a strawberry and bit down into it as he toed off his shoes. He settled down in a nearby chair, pulled off his socks and waiting for Felicity to emerge again.

In the bathroom, Felicity slid out of her dress and hung it over the shower door, deciding to retrieve it later. She slipped out of the strapless white bra, lace thong, and lace garter belt. She stepped out her emerald pumps just for a moment while pulling her hair down. She removed the stunning canary and white diamond necklace that had hung around her neck all day as well as chandelier diamond earrings. She reached down to pluck off her diamond bracelet and arrow bracelets off her wrists. The last of her jewelry, the emerald ring Oliver had just given her the night before slipped off her finger and was placed on the counter as well. Her veil had slipped loose when her hair fell down so she pushed it to the side on the counter, intending to gather all her jewels along with her veil and lingerie together, placing them in the bag she carried in the room with her. She looked up and saw herself, naked except her white lace topped stockings and her wedding rings and engagement ring. She slowly inspected every inch of her being, her hands sliding over her skin. When her eyes caught her rings, she held her hand up so it was just above her heart and she softly whispered, "Mrs. Oliver Queen. Felicity Meghan Queen." Her smile grew with each syllable. This was her now. Oliver's wife. A quiet squeal escaped her as she quickly clapped her hands and turned back to the bag. She pulled out the lingerie she had packed specifically for tonight: a white halter top chemise that had lace covering the cups for the breasts. Underneath the cups was a satin ribbon the lead into a sheer satin fabric that bellow out into a short shirt look. It fell to just below her hips, hiding the panties she had chosen to wear. They were embroidered lace satin with a decorative bow just on the back that fell at the end of her spine. She slid on the panties and top, adjusting the stockings so that they were in perfect place. She reached into her bag and pulled out the green garter she had been wearing most of the day and slid it into place. She stepped back into her shoes and fluffed her hair a bit to loosen the curls she had there. Then she pulled out the final piece she brought. A tube of bright pink lipstick. She pressed it to her lips, remembering how Oliver had told her just an hour prior that he had missed that about her today.

Once her lips were set in her usual bright pink color, she checked the rest of her makeup. Happy with it, she took a step back and assessed her full being again. "Man I hope he likes this. I never was the type of girl to do this kinda thing. I mean I didn't know half of the names the first time Thea took me shopping for this stuff. Oh frack! What if he doesn't like it?" Felicity felt her nerves building. She looked at her reflection and shook her head. "He married you for you. Not for how you look in lingerie. He wants you for you. Now get out there and enjoy your husband and his extremely gorgeous body." She huffed at herself and moved towards the door with determination.