Oliver had kissed Felicity just one other time, the night someone had aimed a missile at them in a restaurant. She'd told him she hadn't wanted to talk. She'd told him to stop giving her hope for a future if there wasn't one. He'd more than understood her request and subsequent exit. She'd never attempted to hide her feelings from him; either when she was angry or how much she cared. It was one of the reasons it hadn't bothered him much when she didn't reciprocate his declaration of love. Now, in her bedroom, he was floored by her capacity to forgive and embrace him.

All of Oliver's pent-up emotions and sexual frustrations erupted at the touch of Felicity's soft lips. She kissed him, and it was only the second time their lips had met. Her arms went around his waist and she swayed, trying to keep her balance while holding herself up on her toes in order to reach him. A warm wave of emotion ran through him; Felicity was initiating their contact and it made him feel like he'd won the lottery. He tightened his hold on her and kissed her back, sliding his tongue against the seam of her lips. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he pulled it off, impatiently, pulling her top off as well. Her small, perky breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft. He took her by the shoulders and pushed her backwards towards the very inviting bed.

Oliver sat Felicity on the edge of her mattress and bent at the waist, cupping her face and trying to take enough of her kisses to ease his hunger while they moved forward. Her fascinating and exciting mouth made him want to taste it for hours. The rest of him was too impatient, and by the urgency of her hands on his belt, she was as well. Felicity fought with the leather strap at his waist until Oliver's hands intervened. He pressed her onto her back, continuing to kiss her mouth and neck, moving down to her breasts. He sucked and caressed them with his mouth and hands, and then he tugged her pajama pants down over her hips.

Felicity broke the kiss to reach down, grasping the front of Oliver's jeans. She made a 'huh' sound when she felt the stiff ridge under the zipper. Her hands grew more frantic and they encountered an awkward moment when she tried to lift her hips to allow him to remove her bottoms while tugging at the button on his jeans. They both chuckled before regrouping. Felicity stood up and unfastened Oliver's jeans while he dropped her pajama pants and panties. She managed to get his jeans and boxer briefs worked over his hips before he brought them both back to the mattress.

"Do you have anything?" he asked, working his pants down his buttocks and thighs.

"Night stand drawer," she said, knocking her head into his when they both reached for it at the same time.

"You okay?" he asked, rubbing his head. He was the first to get his hand in the drawer. He fumbled for a moment before finding the familiar square, foil packet.

"Mmph," she said, rubbing her eyebrow. "Bad timing."

"Need me to stop?" he froze, breathless.

"If you do, you will never see me naked again."

Felicity pulled his face down for another kiss. He kept his lips on hers with one foot counter-balancing his weight on the floor. He pushed her thighs apart and managed to roll the condom on before falling on top of her. He moved his hand between them and felt with his fingers until he found her slick center. Sliding a finger inside, she arched her back and made a sound.

"Um, has it been a while?" Oliver asked, stroking her tight passage. His finger slid in and out smoothly but the fit was tight.

"You could say that," Felicity answered, groaning.

"Are we talking months or years?"

"Do I ask you these questions?" she argued.

"I seem to remember-"

"Get it together, Queen!"

"Right." Oliver added a second finger and used his thumb to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her squeak.

"Hurry up," she panted, breaking out in a sweat.

Oliver, moved down and pressed his mouth against her, licking and sucking until one of her legs jerked, striking his kidney with her heel.

"Ow," he said, with a muffled voice.

"Oh, sorry," she said, chuckling.

"You don't sound sorry," he grunted, standing up and rubbing his back.

Oliver looked down at Felicity; the moonlight gave her pale skin a pearly glow, he caught his breath and saw her eyes drop to his erection, jutting out from his body.

"O-okay," she said and lifted her arms. He fell into her embrace and hitched one of her legs up over his hip, and then he guided himself to the right spot.

"I love you," he whispered, thrusting inside her.

Felicity sucked in her breath as Oliver began moving inside her body. They were really doing it, a little voice mused in the back of her head. The feeling of a body moving heavily on her was unfamiliar; the uncomfortable sliding of his thickened, swollen flesh inside was strange. He kissed her neck and jaw and she blew out a slow breath, relaxing her body. The discomfort edged away, quickly and the friction between them started to bring warmth to her belly.

Oliver kept his rhythm slow at first; Felicity rolled her hips up to meet him after he started to move freely. Snug and hot, he loved feeling embedded in her body; he loved, even more, holding her beneath him. Being this close to her, able to kiss and fondle her while her breath quickened and her grip on his shoulders tightened made him feel whole and human. It was something he hadn't felt since the Queen's Gambit sank. He wished he could turn on a light and see the flush in her cheeks that he caused. He wanted to witness the change in her from excitement to bliss.

Felicity's legs tensed and gripped Oliver's legs. His jeans were still at mid-thigh, and she still wore her panties around one ankle. He enjoyed the hurried nature of their coupling because it made him feel like she'd been unable to control her desire for him. Buried deep within her body he felt her begin to quiver as she threw her head back and whispered his name. He'd have preferred a scream but accepted what she offered. He quickened his pace and she hugged him tightly to her while he thrust his way through his own climax, sucking at the side of her neck and her ear. When he finally finished, she was limp on the mattress beneath him. He tried to kick away his pants without withdrawing but the denim proved to complex an adversary and he eventually slid out of her limp, sated body.

Oliver removed the offending garment and accepted the spot closest to the edge of the bed while Felicity scooted to the middle. Her mattress seemed to be a pillow-top and he momentarily admired the soft surface with the firm structure beneath. He would be able to perform on this bed better than some of the newer, tempurpedic mattresses which had no bounce. He pulled his shorts back on and pulled her into his arms. They both shifted around until finding the resting positions that suited them. She lay on her side and he on his back with her tucked into his side. She propped a pillow above his shoulder; it was a considerate gesture to prevent his upper arm from losing circulation when she rested her head on him.

Felicity felt a pleasant tingle zinging through her blood. She refused to think of anything except the blissful, post-orgasmic, cloud of happiness that draped her in a fog. She closed her eyes and drifted off, smelling Oliver's scent clinging to her body.