Author's Note: Last chapter. I'm no good at writing smut so no "gory details" – sorry. I just can't bring myself to do it. Makes me feel like a voyeur. This was meant to be a short fun piece and it has gone on way longer than expected. Hope you enjoyed! And thanks for all the great reviews.

Oliver had texted Felicity during the day letting her know that Barry had found some information from the soil sample and he wanted to track down their next target tonight. It was an "all hands on deck" night at the Foundry. Part of Felicity was disappointed because she was hoping she and Oliver might be able to squeeze in their third unplanned date but she didn't want to lose track of their mission – making Starling City better. Felicity was determined to show Oliver that he could be both the Arrow and Oliver Queen and that meant that she had to help keep the team focused on their targets.

Felicity was just starting to wrap up things around the Foundry when she heard the door open and the first of the team members arrive back from their mission. First came Diggle and Roy. Felicity got up from her desk and turned to greet them, "How did it go?"

Diggle took off his gloves and tossed them onto the table, "Great! Oliver's dropping Mr. Castillo at Detective Lance's office right now"

Roy put his bow up in the case and unzipped his jacket; "It's always smooth sailing when you're our eyes and ears Felicity."

Felicity blushed at the compliment but nodded, "Thanks Roy, but you guys do all the hard work"

Oliver walked in taking the steps two at a time. "Well, that's a wrap! Great work guys!" He was focused but pleased.

"As much as I would love to spend even more time with you people I have a daughter who needs lullabies." And with that Diggle headed out of the Foundry.

"Yeah, well Oliver and I need to start getting him caught up on all the Academy Award winning movies he missed while on the island." Felicity grabbed her purse as if implying the plan had already been decided and made regardless of Oliver's opinion.

Roy's eyebrows arched in surprise, "Oh. I didn't realize you guys had your own movie club"

Oliver turned to Felicity, "Well, it is news to me as well."

Roy decided it would be best if he wasn't part of this conversation and headed towards the showers.

As soon as he was out of ear shot Oliver turned to Felicity, closing the space between them until he was dangerously close to her. "Are you sure you want to be in a dark room with me?"

Felicity cleared her throat and didn't budge meeting his challenge, "Well, it's my apartment so it isn't exactly dark. And I trust you."

Oliver leaned down until his lips were grazing her ear and whispered, "Perhaps you shouldn't. After all I need to protect my reputation."

Felicity shivered as she felt a spark of desire course through her body, "Diggle has been training me, I can take care of myself." And she pushed away from him. "Besides, as of now, you stink so bad I wouldn't even share a couch with you. Hit the showers big guy or you aren't coming anywhere close to my apartment"

In her apartment Felicity turned the light on by the door as she tossed her keys into a bowl. Oliver followed close behind her wearing jeans and a button down shirt. She knocked off her heels and as she headed towards her bedroom she said, "Make yourself at home, I'm just going to change out of these work clothes"

Oliver wandered around taking in his surroundings. She had a big bay window in the family room; a horrible security liability. He made sure the drapes were closed and the window locked. He noticed the Robin Hood movie poster over her television and laughed to himself. He had started to glance through the books on the shelves when Felicity returned wearing yoga pants and a tank top. It was the first time Oliver had seen Felicity dressed so casually and he felt his heart beat a little faster. He thought she had never looked sexier.

"So, I pulled a list together of all the nominated films you missed while you were on the island and I thought we could start working our way through them. Here is the list…" and before she could hand it to him Oliver interrupted her.

"One question" and he smiled.

Felicity stopped in her tracks and looked up at him shocked, "Serious? You want to do this again?"

Oliver pressed his lips together and nodded. He then walked to the couch, sat down and gestured for Felicity to join him. "I go first."

Felicity sat down next to him pulling her feet in underneath her. She swallowed hard and said, "Okay, you go first."

"What is the most challenging part for you being on the Arrow team?" This was a part of doing what he did that he didn't like considering but he wanted to know, he needed to know how this lifestyle had affected her – how it had changed her.

Felicity let out a sigh, "That's an easy one. Watching you and Diggle and Roy walk out the door every night. I worry about you guys – a lot – probably more than you realize. I never had brothers or siblings or any extended family and you guys are all my family. It's like three brothers I never knew I wanted. My heart sinks every time one of you comes back injured."

Oliver was dumbfounded. He thought her answer would have been the time commitment, not seeing her friends, or the trouble of keeping such a big secret. He never imagined it was because she worried about their safety. And brothers? Does she consider him a brother too? Oliver thought these "dates" were leading into definitely non-brother territory. "I'm a brother eh?"

Felicity blushed, wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Her tongue brushed his lips begging for entry and his instincts took over. He leaned into Felicity gently pushing her onto her back his knee gently nudging between her legs, his hands slipping under her shirt. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, arched her back and moaned as his tongue continued to plunder her mouth, his kissing getting more and more aggressive. Neither had allowed themselves to feel desire and now that it was released it felt like a heat that could no longer be contained. Oliver started to leave a trail of kisses down Felicity's neck while his hands started rubbing up her legs, "hey, don't I get to ask my one question?"

Oliver stopped his caresses and Felicity immediately regretted saying anything. He stood up leaving her on the couch deprived of his warmth and lost in her own desire. He held out his hand and she took it. He pulled her up to standing, kissed her gently and whispered into her ear, "You can ask your question in the morning. I told you not to trust me in a dark room." He quietly led her into the bedroom.

Felicity's alarm was an unwelcome disturbance. She groaned as she turned it off and opened one eye to see if it was indeed light outside. Oliver rolled over and pulled Felicity close to him her head fitting snugly under his chin, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He quietly said, "mmmmm, 51"

Felicity elbowed him playfully, "I'm no number Mr. Queen." She sat up, wrapping her comforter around her naked chest and stared at the still very sleepy Oliver. She absently traced the scars on his chest with her fingers. "My question is this, where did this scar come from?" and she pointed to one on his shoulder.

Oliver closed his eyes out of sleep and comfort. He hadn't felt this at home since his return from the island and the otherwise troubling questions didn't seem to both him when they came from her – this woman. "I was briefly tortured on the island by some mercenaries and in an effort to get information from me regarding the location of Shado and her father they stabbed me."

Years ago, before meeting Oliver, Felicity would have been horrified by this story but now, having bandaged him several times herself, this particular story wasn't quite as horrific as she imagined and that realization alone startled her. She was lost in her own thoughts, still staring at the scar, imagining his time on the island when Oliver propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Felicity intently, "And hey, you are definitely not a number."

Felicity flashed her eyes up to meet his stare and her heart fluttered. She had already known that but it was good hearing it from him. "I'm not accustomed to dating billionaire playboys so tread lightly"

Oliver sat all the way up in bed so he could look at her more directly, "I'm not good in relationships Felicity – I have a way of always messing things up. But, you are really important to me and I don't think I could continue to be the Arrow without you. And I know I would have no idea how to be Oliver without you so it is actually me asking you to please hang in there with me." And he leaned over and gently kissed her and stroked her blonde hair.

They both smiled and breathed in each other blissfully happy in the moment, knowing that this path was not going to be easy.