Hey guyzzz. Sorry for the late update I've been super busy. This is the last week of summer and I'm so sad cuz school starts. I won't be updating til next Monday cuz I'm gonna be going away camping. Thank you so much for the well wishes for modelling lol it was so much fun. Thank you all for the reviews and for being so patient. I love u all and I hopeu enjoy this.

Felicity and Oliver had made their way back to the bar after their talk. She was happy that Oliver was finally talking and opening up to her; and she was happy to learn that he did care for her. Their relationship had started off with so much fighting and anger that she was happy that they were finally moving in a more positive direction.

She was ecstatic to see that Barry was still at the bar and that he was talking to Diggle and Tommy. She sighed in relief. She thought he would have left scared out of his mind and she thought that she would never be able to give him a proper explanation about the whole marriage fiasco.

"Barry. Oh thank God, I thought you left." She said walking up to him smiling. She could feel Oliver's presence tense behind her as he slipped an arm around her waist. Oh god how long was it going to be before the caveman act stopped. She rolled her eyes at him and just left it. She would be lying if she said that she didn't like the feel of his arms around her.

Barry laughed hesitantly and nervously while scratching the back of his head. "No, Mr. Diggle and Tommy said that they'd wait with me until you...umm..came back."

He gulped loudly while looking at her and she knew; oh she knew that Oliver was giving him a terrifying look from behind her.

She smacked Oliver's chest and he looked down at her smirking. God he was so sexy when he did that. Okay clearly not the point right now. Stop Felicity.

"Barry I'm so sorry for the late introduction but this unfortunately is my husband, Oliver Queen." She said begrudgingly while turning back to Barry.

Barry stuck out his hand "Ohhh. Nice to meet you Oliv-"

"Mr. Queen," Oliver corrected him as he added a lot more pressure to his handshake causing Barry to wince.

Felicity hit Oliver's chest again. "No Barry just call him Oliver. He just has something shoved up his ass at the moment."

Oliver tightened his grip on her tiny waist and glared at her as Digg, Tommy and Barry laughed.

"Barry, Oliver would also like to apologize about that whole episode that happened earlier. He tends to be a little insecure and you know the rest." She waved her hand smiling cause she knew that Oliver was glaring daggers at her.

"Oliver," she said condescendingly, making him feel like a child who was being forced to apologize.

He knew that he had too in order to get into Felicity's good graces again; but he really didn't want too. He was never one to have to apologize. Ever. Fuck him. He was going to have too.

"Felicity..he really doesn't have too...umm..you know he-" Barry spoke up clearly uncomfortable.

"Of course he does Barry. Now Oliver." Felicity smirked.

Oh god he hated this but fine. "I'm sorry Barry...I must have gotten a little carried away." He said and then chuckled in the most humorless way he was actually surprised that Felicity didn't hit him again.

Digg and Tommy just looked at Felicity and him in shock. Oliver Queen apologizing and admitting he was wrong, no matter how begrudgingly, was most definitely a rare sight.

Barry swallowed tightly, "no worries." He replied clearly still intimidated as he looked down at his clock and shot up from his chair. "Oh shit, I have to get going. SCPD wants me bright and early tomorrow for this investigation, I'm so sorry Felicity."

Felicity looked sad and walked out of Oliver's arms to Barry.

"How long until you go back" she asked weakly.

"I'm here for the week." He smiled at her reassuringly.

She shot up at that. "Great let's meet for lunch and then we can talk." She couldn't let him leave without telling him about why she didn't tell him or the rest of her friends about the wedding.

"Yeah. I'd love that," he grinned widely at her.

"You can both have lunch at the mansion if you'd like." Oliver spoke up from behind her.

Barry and Felicity both looked at him in shock. What the hell? He was basically about to have a pissing contest on her. What in the world?

Oliver pushed his jealousy aside. He realized how sad Felicity was when she thought Barry was leaving and how happy she was about going to lunch with him. Barry was important to her and although he didn't fully know about their relationship he knew that Barry made her happy, and Oliver wanted that for her.

"...sure. That would be ummm awesome... Thanks." Barry seemed genuinely happy but scared at the same time.

Felicity continued to give Oliver a weird look before turning to Barry and pulling him in for a hug. "I'm so happy to see you and I missed you."

"I missed you too and I'll call you." He pulled back grabbing his jacket from his barstool.

"Bye Felicity."

"Bye Barry."

Barry gave Oliver a nod of acknowledgement before making his way out.

After a long moment of silence Felicity turned towards Oliver. "Thank you, Oliver." She walked towards him. "For making an effort."

He nodded at her. It was really the least he could do.

"You ready to head out?" he asked.

She nodded. "I'm just gonna go tell Thea, Sara and Nyssa that I'm leaving."

"Okay, I'll wait here." He responded and watched her every move as she walked into the crowd.

It had been a few days since their talk and their relationship had definitely returned to normal. Oliver had made it a point to do his best to do whatever it took to make her forgive him.

He had already planned out since before there talk to give her something he knew she would love; but he knew she would think that he was trying to bribe her into forgiving him so he planned on giving it to her later on.

This was definitely not his forte. He had never done anything like this before and it was all too new for him. He had never had to grovel for forgiveness, he normally just got away with everything; especially the way he treated his flings.

He was never one for relationships. It was always just sex. He was selfish when it came to it too. He would do whatever he pleased and then he would leave whenever he wanted too. He had brief relationships that normally lasted a week because he typically would have cheated by then. He was known for his playboy ways and women would throw themselves at him regardless.

That was until Felicity.

Oh he knew that Felicity was attracted to him but she fought his every move and decision, something that not even some of the closest people to him would do. And now she was the reason behind his grovelling.

He wanted; no he needed her forgiveness. Thea told him that he couldn't just buy her forgiveness and he knew that he couldn't either. He knew that whatever he did would have to be from the heart; and he would do it for her. Only her.

So every morning since their talk he placed a different set of flowers beside her bed. He had known that she loved flowers when she was talking with Raisa about her love for the Queen gardens.

So every morning he would place them by her and wrote a small note with an apology.

It was something that was kept between the two of them because he was sure he would've known if anyone found out. No one would have guessed that the almighty Oliver Queen, Bratva Captain soon to be Pakhan would have done this for anyone. His hands were behind the pain and demise of so many, how was it possible that his hands could do something so loving?

It was early on in the afternoon and Oliver was on his way to attend a series of Bratva meetings with Anatoly, but before he went, he dragged Felicity down the halls of the mansion towards her gift that he'd been wanting to give her for days.

"Oliver," she giggled in her long pink summer dress. "Where are we going?...Oh my God is this where you show me the torture house and you finally kill me."

She was pulling her hand away from his in mock fear. He laughed at her theatrical performance. "If I wanted to kill you Felicity, I'm pretty I would've done it a while ago. It would've saved me a lot of trouble."

"Heyyy," she smacked his arm.

"You know it's a punishable crime to hit a Bratva Captain." He teased while giving her a playful glare.

"And what's the punishment for a wife of a Bratva Captain?" She teased back raising her eyebrow at him.

Suddenly they stopped at a door and he pulled her in front of him before whispering in her ear, the ghost of his breath tingling it, "the punishment borders on the line of pleasure." He whispered huskily and smirked at her wide eyed reaction.

She had no time to fully even comprehend what he just said before the door opened and inside of it was everything she could have dreamed of.

There was computer parts, screens, computer equipment and all of them were newly updated and it was heaven. She's window shopped a million times just looking at these babies. She jumped and squealed touching every new piece of equipment. "Oh my God. Oh my God. They're so beautiful. My babies. I've wanted you for so long. Oh they just have cost a fortune. Oh my god. Ahhhhh." She yelled.

Oliver leaned against the door frame laughing as he watched her reaction. It was everything for him to see her so happy. This feeling inside of him just wanted to give her every hidden desire of hers. He wanted to give her the world but he knew there were dangers out there that would stop him from giving her everything that she wanted. Her safety came first.

"Oh Oliver, thank you, thank you so much. I love it." She was in the middle of the room looking at everything.

He grinned widely at her. "This should keep you busy for a while, I'm sure that you can take care of the updates and it...it should do you well on looking for your father. And I want to let you know that you have free reigns on the security systems in this house."

"Oh my God really?!" She clapped her hands and jumped up and down.

"Yes. It's yours...And I need to ask you to do something?" He hated that he had to bring her into all this. He swore to protect her but he couldn't do that properly without her help.

"Yes, anything." She replied looking at him curiously.

"I need your help with a problem. I need a hacker. We've been battling the Triad out for years now and we've just learned that they've been working with a ghost organization, whose leader is apparently lethal. I need you to dig up anything you can on H.I.V.E.. Any relevant information will be useful."

"Yeah of course. Once I get these babies set up I'll get right too it." She couldn't believe that he was actually doing this knowing how much he wanted to protect her from this.

"And Felicity? Please, please be careful. If anyone finds out about you doing this, if anything happens I can't...I won't be able to live with myself." He was begging her.

"Of course. And Oliver" She said while walking up to him. God she was so gorgeous. "Thank you so much. For everything. This means so so much to me and..."

"And," he replied as she reached out to grab onto his really muscular arms. Wow, what did he do in his free time? Move trucks. It was unreal.

"Annnd...I forgive you." She looked up at him shyly as she shot up on her tiptoes and placed a short kiss on his cheek, her lips just brushing his scruff.

That might have been the least most intimate thing that's ever been done to him; but for some reason it felt like so much more. It caused his heart to beat like a drum and his blood to boil with want.

She pulled away and suddenly their faces were almost touching as they stood looking into each others eyes. His hand moved to her waist as hers clutched onto his forearm. Their faces were closing in awaiting the touch of each other's lips ;but suddenly they were interrupted by the footsteps of Diggle calling Oliver's name.

It was like cold water was thrown on them as they jumped away from each other.

"Ummm thanks again for everything." She said while touching random equipment in her hands to busy her hands and avoid eye contact with Oliver.

"Yeah, no problem." He replied while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. This was not normal Oliver Queen behavior. "I'll just leave you too it."

"Bye, Oliver," she whispered.

"Bye Felicity." He said as he walked out of the room. His mind kept replaying everything that had happened. He smiled to himself. She had forgiven him and that was all he really wanted right now.

Felicity had stuck herself in her new room for the rest of the day. She was excited and anxious to set everything up and get started on her searches for her father. She was also super happy that Oliver was trusting her with the task of finding information on the H.I.V E. Organization for the Bratva. At least she was going to be able to do something and be useful.

She had finished setting up all her computers and her monitors; attaching all wires; and she was currently taking apart the hard drives and other parts of the computer and replacing them with a more high tech version. It was going to take at least another day until the full setup was completed; then she would finally be able to start her research properly.

She decided to call it a night and make it back to their bedroom. She couldn't help but replay everything that has happened between her and Oliver in the past couple of days.

He had been so sweet and it was so adorable to see him act so unsure of himself when it came to these types of things. He was a Bratva Captain for goodness sake and yet he was worried about a certain flower that he had chosen that day because she sneezed after smelling it.

She snickered at the thought as she pushed the door for the bedroom open and suddenly halted in her steps.

Scars.

There were scars marred all over his body. Some looked like they were knife wounds and others were bullet wounds and burns. All she could see was the pain that must have come with each of them.

There was a tattoo on his back as well but underneath it you could see marks too. What had happened to him? Each one of those must have caused him a ridiculous amount of pain. She wanted to cry for him. No one deserved that kind of hurt.

He was putting his shirt on and he didn't seem to realize she was there which was pretty surprising. But she must have made some sort of a noise because he quickly turned around looking at her. His surprise quickly turned to his mask face and she couldn't stand it when that face was directed at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked harshly.

"Oliver...I..I...was just coming to go to bed." She replied a little taken back. She had never thought to wonder why he always kept his shirt on around her. She always thought it was to make her feel more comfortable.

"...Oliver...how...what happened?" She asked.

"Nothing. I don't wanna talk about it." He responded quickly. She could see the haunted look in his eyes and she wanted it to leave him immediately.

He never wanted her to witness this. To see his scars. He was afraid to see the disgust and the pity in her eyes. He didn't need pity. Each scar told a story about him and his service to the Bratva. His service to protect his people. But he had not want her to see them. They were too disgusting for someone who was as kind and beautiful as her. He didn't want her pity or anyone else's pity.

"Oliver...I'm sorry." She whispered.

After avoiding eye contact with her, His eyes shot up to hers at what she said.

He had to take a step back at what he saw in her eyes. It wasn't pity, it wasn't disgust; it was worry, pain and sadness.

He didn't want that look to taint her.

"Felicity?" he questioned. He didn't know what else to say.

"I'm so sorry Oliver for these scars. I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that pain." She said as tears fell down her face.

"Felicity. Why? Why aren't you disgusted?! He raised his voice. "Why aren't you disgusted by me?

He whispered the last part.

"Oliver, why would it disgust me? It shows what you've done to survive, what you've done to help your brotherhood and others survive. It hurts me to know the pain that you've gone through. It hurts me to know you could think that your scars would matter to me. They're a sign of your bravery Oliver."

"Felicity," he whispered. What did he do to deserve her? "I'm not, I'm not." If only she knew why he sheltered himself off from everyone. Why he sheltered himself from love? He was a coward.

She walked towards him and looked at him. Regardless of the scars he was still the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. They made him even more beautiful because they told his stories.

"Oliver, look at me." She commanded lightly.

He looked her in the eyes as she spoke her hands coming to rest on his chest were a scar lay.

"You are a brave man Oliver Queen. Your scars tell stories of too much horrors and I wish. I wish that I could take that pain away from you. I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything when you're ready. You're not alone." She smiled comfortingly at him. "You're not alone. Everyone needs help once in a while and it's okay to lean on someone."

He couldn't believe her. He couldn't believe how he had gotten so lucky. She was everything he wanted, everything he needed and more.

Her hand on his bare skin burned and marked him. He was already hers for as long as she wanted him. She already managed to wrap him around her little fingers without even knowing it.

She wasn't even breaking down his walls anymore. She was destroying them, with every word, smile laugh; with everything that was her.

This kind of love that was developing was dangerous. His heart and mind knew it. But he couldn't find it in himself to push her away.

"Thank you, Felicity," he told her.