A/N: 3x14 was such a fantastic episode. And even though the Felicity scenes were few they were MIGHTY! Please enjoy, and let me know what you think!

The bed was huge, California King or whatever the European equivalent was, Oliver wasn't sure. All he knew was that with his arm fully outstretched it still took him every inch of his wingspan to just hook his fingers around his wife's waist and pull her back to him. She sighed, mumbling something he couldn't quite make out but he thought it might have been 'again?'. Although the intrigued lift at the end made him think she didn't mind.

Oliver buried his nose in a riot of blonde curls, hugging her to his chest before a sharp rap on the door made him groan. He pressed a quick kiss to her temple and climbed from the bed, tugging on a pair of loose sleep pants as he hurried to intercept room service before they could knock again.

He scrawled his signature and took the cart from the server, making sure to sign a generous tip even though the man's eyes didn't seem to raise above the scars that littered his torso. With a shake of his head and an easy smile that he knew he wouldn't have had a few years earlier he gave a half sarcastic salute and pulled the cart into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He had a newly minted bride to see to.

Felicity was still sprawled on the ridiculously high thread count sheets, mouth slightly parted, one lock of hair moving with every breath. He took his time opening the windows to the balcony, fresh morning air and sunshine rushing in. They were in some tiny, secluded town in Greece he couldn't remember the name of, but the hotel was five stars and prided itself in privacy.

Day four of being married and he still didn't know if he'd ever really understand what he had. But he knew he'd spend the rest of his life making sure he cherished every second of it.

He was pouring rich, dark coffee into tiny cups when he heard her shift on the bed, turning just in time to see her push hair out of her face as she sat up against the pillows, the rings on her left hand sending a kaleidoscope of colors across the entire room.

"You're cute," she said with a smile and he froze, French press in one hand, bowl of berries in the other.

A memory washed over him, one he hadn't thought of in years and a grin spread wide across his face.

"You gonna share with the class? And I don't just mean the coffee," she asked, sheet dropping away as she crawled towards the end of the bed and he almost forgot what had captured his attention as she settled with her legs hanging off the mattress with a coy, seductive lift of her brow.

"That's not the first time you've said that about me," he replied as he handed her a cup, eyes dropping to take in her pert, pink nipples and the darkening bruise he'd sucked onto her collarbone two night earlier.

"Said what?" she asked, sipping the coffee with a sigh, eyes falling shut. She hadn't stopped talking about how good the coffee was there since the first morning.

"That you think I'm cute,"

Her brows furrowed and he could almost see the wheels turning in her enormous brain as she tried to recall when she'd said that to him before.

"Granted you didn't say it to me," he supplied as he joined her on the bed, dragging her smooth bare legs over his lap as she leaned back, still trying to remember.

"Well, I obviously think you're cute. And a whole host of other things you have obviously heard me ramble about so I give up. What had you staring off into space with a dopey grin on your face?"

He ran a finger over the sensitive sole of her foot, chasing it as she jerked it away with a squeal, "Dopey grin, huh?"

"The dopiest," she challenged, causing him to lean in and steal a kiss, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth, tasting the coffee she'd been drinking.

But when he pulled back he sobered, "There's something I haven't told you."

To her credit, that wasn't the first time she'd heard him say that line and there was no censure in her eyes as she looked back at him, calmly taking another sip of her drink as she waited for him to continue.

"You know I was in Hong Kong for a period, while I was gone?"

"Yeah, after your first time on the island, and before Russia, and before you went back to the island." she supplied, somehow shrinking his five years down to a single sentence.

"Right, well...about three years after the Gambit went down, while I was in Hong Kong...I ended up back in Starling."

Her eyes went wide, mouth dropping open in surprise and he only just managed to save the cup from her slack grip, reaching over to set it down on the tray as she sat up straighter.

"Waller brought me back, used me to gain access to files that Queen Consolidated had…"

"Oh my god, Oliver...did you...did you see your family? Your mom? Thea? And you had to go back?" her eyes were bright, compassion and love pouring out of her, directed at him.

He slid one palm up her leg, over her knee and thigh her hand intercepting his, sliding into his and holding tight. "Yeah, I saw them. I...I saw Tommy and Thea and...I was going to stay, I thought I could. I went home," he said with a small shrug, amazed that even after all these years he could still feel how desperately he wanted for it to be over, how much he had wanted to be able to stay.

Her hand cupped his cheek, thumb stroking across his skin and without her saying a word he knew she understood.

He clasped her hand in his, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles, "I didn't just see them. I saw you too."

If possible her eyes went wider.

"What?"

A smile spread across his face as he remembered seeing her in his mother's office.

"You came in as I was using Mom's computer to access what Waller needed. I was hiding in the conference room. But... I heard you...talking to my picture. You said I was cute and then you rambled on as you do before you left. You...I caught a glimpse of you as you were leaving and even though it was night and it was dark you were...you were this burst of light that I hadn't seen in years. You made me smile. I don't know if I had truly smiled since the boat went down."

She was speechless, something that was rare and unheard of and that normally he'd be crowing about but the tears pooling in her eyes and the way she scooted closer to him, hands resting on his shoulders made him keep quiet.

"How?"

"I didn't remember right away, not until I was back at QC and my mother took me around. I saw you in the crowd. Blonde ponytail and glasses and it all rushed back to me. I asked Walter about you and he said you were the best new hire IT had made in years," he stroked his fingers across her cheek, pushing loose curls behind her ear, "It's why I came to you with that laptop."

"And you never said anything?" she asked, voice watery and a little shaky.

He shrugged, "I honestly forgot about it. That might have been why I sought you out at first but...walking into your office that day changed everything. I think my mind blanked out. All I saw was bright blue eyes, and a red pen, and you, Felicity Smoak-," he grinned slow and long before leaning in even closer to finish, "-Queen"

The next thing he knew he was flat on his back with an armful of the best thing that had ever happened to him.

She peppered his face with kisses as his hands roamed her bare back, "I was annoyed with you that day you know? Your homecoming tour held up the elevators and one of the VPs had infected his computer with malware. Again."

"I apologize," he said as seriously as he could muster but she was rolling her eyes before he could even finish.

"You're still a terrible liar, Oliver," she admonished.

As he rolled her over his hand skimmed the length of her rib cage, thumb dipping in to tease her hip, eyes darkening as she gasped, "Only with you, Mrs. Queen, only with you."