Location/Situation: Lying in the grass

Felicity woke to warm hands and soft lips.

"Come on 'Licity. I told you we need to get up early today."

"Urgh." She groaned into her pillow, but eventually rolled onto her side, and met Oliver's eyes. "There will be a nap when we get back."

"Sure." Oliver leaned down and kissed her. "Now let's go."

It was only 6:30am when they were finally on their way. The English air was chilly, and almost made Felicity turn right back around. At the same time Oliver turned to her and handed her his coat.

"Aren't you going to be cold now?"

"Nope. I wore long sleeves." Felicity stuck her tongue out at him.

The car ride was relatively short, only taking 30 minutes to reach Stonehenge. It was still rather dark, but Felicity was more awake now, so she easily followed Oliver out across the field.

"Wait here for a minute." Felicity stopped and waited for about 5 minutes before Oliver returned. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to the spot he'd come from. The space now had two blankets lying in the grass; one to keep them from getting wet from the dew, and the other to curl up under. He helped her get settled before joining her and working at being her personal space heater.

It was 7:15am when they were finally settled and light was really starting to come in through the stones. Felicity hadn't wanted to get up, but this sunrise was worth it. The fading purple, and growing yellow of the sky mixed nicely, coming from all different spaces in the circle of rocks.

The sunrise was short- only about 15 minutes, but even afterward it still took a little for all the colors of the night to disappear. The couple stayed silent for a few minutes, before Oliver turned towards her.

"Felicity. I wanted to ask you something." Felicity's head shot up; she'd been falling asleep already.

"What?" She asked carefully, unsure of where he was going to go with this.

"Well, I'm not going to do this properly because I'm sure you don't want to lose your space heater." Felicity pulled herself closer to him.

"Nope. You aren't allowed to move." He didn't move; except for the one hand that reached down to pull something out of his pocket.

"I know we have only been dating for 2 years, but you're it for me. There is no one I could want to spend my life with that isn't you." Felicity's mouth dropped open.

"Oliver." She started to interrupt before he shushed her.

"So. Ms. Felicity Smoak, will you marry me?" He opened his hand, so the little box was resting in his palm. At first Felicity wasn't sure what to say, she was in awe that this was happening; she had been happy with their relationship but was almost waiting for Oliver to move on.

"Uh. Felicity?" Oliver's voice drug her from her thoughts.

"Huh? OH. Yes." Oliver smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes. I want to marry you, Mr. Oliver Queen." He pulled out the ring to slip on her finger and she was pleased to see that he had found a ring that was right for her- not the fanciest one he could find. It was a simple band, with a few small diamonds studding the sides, but the focal point was the emerald in the middle; the emerald that was practically the same color as Oliver's hood. She was still admiring it when he pulled her close, and kissed her before pulling away.

"I love you Felicity." He added onto the end. Burying his face into her neck she could just hear him mumble, "You were one of the best things to ever happen to me." So, she smiled, whispered that she loved him too, and settled in to go back to sleep. It didn't matter that they were lying in the grass at Stonehenge, or that it was cold, Oliver would keep her safe.