A/N: Yes, another post finale fic. I can't seem to stop! This is a little different in that it's set in the future and is them looking back at the moment in the mansion. Just a short little scene that popped into my head. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think!

He didn't know when she'd started doing it, but it hadn't been right away, that much he knew. It had been a few months into their new relationship before he noticed. Her fingers would skim over his scars. New ones, old ones, but they'd always come back to one she knew the story to. Those she'd focus on, lightly tracing them, sometimes kissing them. When the scar was large enough and the nerves long gone he always lamented not being able to feel her touch.

Sometimes she'd bring up the circumstance. For some of them she remembered the 'anniversary' if it was especially significant. The one his mother had given him was a particular favorite. She always smiled and teased him about how hard it must have been for him to try and cram himself into the backseat of her little car.

Sometimes she'd become quiet. The new scar too close to his heart was one of those. She never talked about that one. She'd just lay her cheek down, and be still, and he'd let her while he stroked hair out of her face until she had listened to his heart thumping long enough to soothe her.

That night as they lay in bed she'd been running one hand through his hair, the other working on her tablet as he actually allowed himself to rest, head pillowed on her stomach. When she stroked over one spot near his right eye he felt the small huff of laughter she gave just before she spoke.

"You got that one from Slade," she said softly, "Blends in with your wrinkles though,"

He started, a protest on his lips as his head lifted until she laughed again, "Settle down," she said and he succumbed to the slight pressure of her hand, "Can't take the pretentious party boy out of the billionaire…"

He let out a huff of his own, although his was disgruntled, and retaliated by sliding a hand under the loose tank top she wore, her warm skin smooth under his palm.

"I knew you were telling the truth that night…" she began, voice a little shaky and he tried to turn and look at her but she wouldn't let him, "You've never been able to lie to me,"

"Felicity…" he couldn't hide his surprise, they'd never talked about it again after they'd left Lian Yu. Now they were over a year past that day,

"You didn't mean to say it, did you?" he hadn't heard her that shy and hesitant in a long while, and this time he did roll over and push himself towards her so he could see her face,

"No, I didn't," he admitted, eyes locked on her. He'd said it a hundred times since then and so had she,

Her fingers danced over his stubble, going to the corner of his mouth to pull up slightly, something she did when she thought he was being too serious. He'd never been able to fight the need to smile in response.

"Doesn't mean I didn't mean every single word,"

"Oh I know. Can't lie to me, remember?" her eyes sparkled and he slid higher, hand moving up to slip over her ribcage.

"We weren't ready then, and later, once I'd had some time to process it all I understood. That plane ride to China gave me a lot of thinking time. I know you probably felt bad about it because you're the king of the man guilt and were always taking on problems that weren't yours to take on." He must have pulled a face because she cocked her head to the side and lifted one brow, "You know you did that, and still do from time to time." she said pointedly, "But it was probably the best thing you could have done."

"Why's that?" he asked, propping his head up on the heel of his hand as he leaned closer,

"Because it was the first time I ever had the thought that you could really see me like that." she said sincerely, "If you hadn't...who knows how long it would have taken us to get here,"

He had nothing to say immediately, just pulled her towards him so her back was to his front, hand still splayed wide over her middle. She let out a content sigh as he nosed her hair out of the way and dropped a kiss to her shoulder. As she pressed back into him her shirt slipped down allowing him to work his lips on a path towards the scar on her shoulder. That was something he'd found himself doing as well, making sure to kiss the reminder of the bullet she'd taken for Sara any chance he got.

He felt her shiver at the contact like she always did and he couldn't help grinning into her skin. "We still would have gotten here, but I'm glad it was sooner rather than later,"

She sighed again, relaxing into his arms. As he held her tighter a thought hit him and he bent his head until his lips just brushed the shell of her ear.

"Don't forget though, I said it first,"