So, Beckaa182's cookie is hidden in here somewhere. She got to decide the ring and these are the instructions I got:

* Stone: emerald, just to signify his little secret ..
* cut: super extravagant
* inscription: something meaningful to them

Beckaa182, I hope I did okay, (I googled engagement rings and found one that I figured was something Felicity might like)

Enjoy!

He'd asked her to marry him 3 times already. And she'd said no each time. Granted, his timing might not have been the best, but still. The first time he'd asked her she'd been in the hospital. Recovering from her latest attempt to out-scar him. She was now up to two.

He'd been so scared and worried and angry, he'd planned to shake some sense into her. But instead he'd dropped to his knees by her bedside and had simply said marry me. She'd looked at him, eyes wide and had answered that she didn't want him to say that now, driven by angst and a fear of loss. He'd have to ask again when she wasn't in the hospital. And she'd maybe consider it.

The second time was when they had a little too much to drink at his mother's re-election party. They had been bored senseless, and snuck off with one of the fancy bottles of champagne. They'd been too drunk to remember what her answer had been, but she insisted she would never agree drunkenly.

The last time they'd been really sleepy from a very long, vigilante night. He'd been stroking her head while talking, and just asked her. She'd been asleep already, so she never even heard him. He counted that as a 'no'.

This time he had an actual ring. He'd caught her staring at one in the store once. They'd been in there to buy a birthday present for Thea, because women today loved their bling. Felicity had been wandering around the store and he'd found her gazing at the ring-case. The ring she'd been looking at was a white gold, diamond encrusted one, with 8 flower petals (4 on top of 4) and one diamond in the center. Even though she'd scoffed about the display of wealth and all that; she hadn't been able to hide the longing look in her eyes; and of course he'd noticed.

He had made only one alteration to the design, and that was to replace the diamond in the center, with an emerald. He also had the ring inscribed. One word that would surely put a smile on her face. It was the word that reminded them both best about their very first meeting. And even now, when they even so much as heard the word, they would look at each other and grin a little.

So now, the only thing he needed to do, was find the perfect time to ask her. And the perfect way. He had thought of so many things, but they never seemed to be just right. He didn't want to go too big, because she didn't like to be put on the spot. So that had ruled out gala's, parties and the jumbo-tron (which wasn't all that original anymore either).

He'd thought of just putting the ring in some dessert, maybe have them make a special pint of mint chip, but that had sounded cliché to him too. He'd been thinking about this for weeks, and she was getting a little suspicious of his musings. He could see it in the eyebrow she lifted, when she caught him staring at her through the glass of their office.

At one time, he thought he'd had the perfect idea. He'd get somebody to build a virus and he'd put that on his laptop. She'd have to fix it, when she would do something or other, the words would appear, and he'd be on his knee. But he'd scratched that too, because of two reasons. One, the only person he trusted with that kind off task, was Felicity herself, and that would just be ridiculous. And two, she'd probably kill him right there for even thinking of a virus, let alone a virus on a computer she cared for so well.

He wanted something amazing for her. Something special and wonderful and unique, like she was. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out the right way. He'd cursed at himself, because the longer he waited, the longer it would be before they actually made it to the aisle. And, given their extra-curricular activities, sooner was in fact better.

So he'd recruited Diggle. After all, the guy had been married before, so he might have a good idea. As is turned out, they had two geniuses in their team.

Felicity looked questioningly up at Oliver. She envelope she held, was addressed to Mr Oliver Queen +1. It should bother her, really, that after 3 years together and all the stupid tabloids they still considered her a '+1'. That didn't mean however, that she wanted to go. Which she expressed to him. Very vocally.

Until he told her it was a mission. The party was being thrown by one of Starling's most influential businessmen. They expected one of the top 10 of Starling to work with Malcom Merlyn, who they had yet to find since learning he lived. So, whenever they got the chance to get close enough to bug one of their suspects, they took it. This being an excellent opportunity. And of course he needed Felicity to hack his computer.

So they went. And she looked gorgeous. The theme of the party had been 'going green' (which was totally ironic if you thought about it..). Mostly it was because Andrew and Rebecka Wyatt were trying to raise money for the rainforest, but still. She'd worn the dress he once got her for her 10 year reunion. He'd been almost sorry they had to leave their apartment when she'd come out of the bathroom.

They mingled a little, trying to be seen by as many guests as possible, before slipping out of the reception hall. They had to make it to Wyatt's office which was 1 floor below the party. While Oliver stood guard at the door, Felicity got to cracking the computer. It had grade A encryption and she was a little impressed by the work. It took her about 30 minutes to crack it and get in. She scanned the drive for something useful, and was completely stumped when there was a video-file that said Merlyn.

She called for Oliver, before opening it.

It was black at first, and then Oliver's face appeared on the screen. She turned to him, questioningly but he just pointed to the screen.

Felicity, I have asked you to marry me a few times before. You always had a reason to say no. I think it's time you quit putting it off. Forever is what lies ahead of us, but I would like to start today rather than tomorrow. Every day I see you I think I can't love you anymore than I already do. And every day you prove me wrong. Because my love for you grows with every breath you take, every smile you give me, and every nervous rant you go on. So consider this me, asking you to marry me, without you being in the hospital, us being drunk, or you being asleep. Please, say yes this time.

When she looked at him, he was on his knee, holding the most ridiculously big ring, the one she'd admired all those months ago. Except it had a green stone in it, which made her smile because, well, it was green. Tears ran down her cheeks as she sat there, staring at him, unable to find the words she needed.

When her silence took just a little too long for his comfort, he got worried. She wouldn't say no, would she. He was just about to speak when she threw her arms around his neck, and squealed in his ear. She yes so hard, she looked a little like one of those bobble-head dolls. He let out his breath in relief and gave her the ring, pointing out the inscription that just said latte, and smiled at her happiness.

At that point Diggle and Roy entered the room holding a bottle of champagne and 4 glasses. They were toasting the occasion, when Felicity's face suddenly turned concerned. She asked about their mission, the involvement of Andrew Wyatt in the Merlyn case.

Oliver just shook his head. He'd explain her later that Andrew was a childhood friend of his, and he had enlisted the man's help to trick her. He'd told his friend that Felicity loved all things spy-related and that he wanted a really special proposal. He'd gone along with it, remembering the effort he had done when proposing to his wife.

Now the only hard part was to let his mother know he was going to marry the babbling IT-girl turned EA. He had a feeling that wouldn't go over that well.

Any thoughts? Let me know!