Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I realize it's been 10 (ten!) days since I did an update on this story. No, you have to believe me, I wasn't cheating on you, I swear. I just needed some time… to figure it out, you know..

In all seriousness, I hit a little inspiration dry-spell and it was not fun. I must have started 7 different stories, just to stop writing after 500 or so words. So, thank you DianaDarling for the inspiration!

So, this chapter is for DianaDarling, who prompted the song "Need your love" by SOL feat. Ray Dalton. I didn't know the song, but I like it, and it will surely get a spot on my playlist. I don't know if it's fluffy enough, but I hope I did okay. Please drop your comments down below, and if you have suggestion for me, feel free to PM!

Happy easter and Happy readings!

His night couldn't have been worse. One of the thugs he was after tonight got the drop on him, and he was pretty sure he cracked a rib before taking him out. Damn, that was going to hurt like an SOB. It didn't improve when he got back to the cave because he'd snapped at Felicity. And although that had happened before, she'd never had a reaction quite like that one.

He'd accused her of not having his back, because she didn't see the guy lurking. And that had been the absolute worst thing he could have ever said to her.

"You can just go to hell Oliver! I've been doing this for over 2 years now, through that stupid list and Merlyn and Slade and Roy and God-knows who else! There has never ever been a day I didn't have your back! I let you turn me into a cyber-criminal, that's how much faith and trust I have in you! But if after all that, you can't give me the same courtesy than you can have you man cave back. I'm going HOME!"

And with that, she'd stomped out of the foundry. He'd looked over at Diggle, who was standing there with an incredulous look on his face. Wanting to defend himself he opened his mouth. "I… The thug… and then she…" He had nothing. And he knew it. He'd snapped at her because he was angry at himself. Because he was distracted. Felicity had been talking with Digg about a date in her near future, and that had taken Oliver for a loop.

He didn't want to admit he was jealous. But he was. Extremely jealous. Because needed Felicity, like air, water and food. She kept him honest, or at least as honest as he could be. She was his conscience, because he'd lost his own on the damn island. She called out his bull, and always gave her two cents. Even if Oliver didn't want to hear it. And she loved him. He knew she did.

And he'd always tried to keep her at arms-length. But tonight, hearing about a date, had made him see red. And not see the guy hiding behind the crates. And because he was mad at himself for losing his focus, and because he was mad there was a date, he'd snapped at Felicity. And she left. And now that she was gone, he realized that he'd totally failed to keep distance between them. Because she'd wormed her way into his heart and soul. He felt lighter somehow, when she was near. With him, all the other persona's he had to be, just fell away, leaving just Oliver. And he needed that more than anything else in the world. Needed Felicity.

And with all that musing, he came to realize, this was the part in the romantic movies that always made her cry. He knew this because she liked to sometimes watch movies at the foundry, because "I'm NEVER home Oliver, and when I can, I'll watch. No matter where I am!" It was his turn to make the bold move. To chase after the girl. To get her to come back. But more importantly, to get her, and to keep her with him. For as long as she would let him.

He'd never ever in his life, chased after a girl. Why should he have. They swarmed around him like bees. And if one left, he'd just move on. That was his thing. But this, going after Felicity, felt right. Felt honest.

That's why, 50 minutes after Felicity left the foundry, Oliver was at her door. Hand raised to knock, still frantically trying to come up with the right thing to say.

When she opened, she flashed a few looks, before settling on anger. So before she could utter a single word, he put his hand over her mouth, pushed them inside the apartment, and closed the door.

"No, it's my turn to talk. You got your say at the foundry, your turn now to listen." The anger face slipped a little, making way for confusion. She nodded her agreement and crossed her arms over her chest.

She looked amazing. Like always. But a dressed down Felicity was something he'd never seen before. She was wearing old, loose shorts and an oversized MIT sweatshirt and bare feet. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her face was make-up free. She really was a natural beauty.

For a minute, seeing her like that, he had a total black-out. When the anger returned on her face, he shook himself out of his musings and took a deep breath.

"Felicity" He said it in that special way. The way that always made her smile. The way he reserved specially for her name.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you tonight. I was never mad at you. Just at myself. For getting distracted and not being on task. But you were talking about your date next week and I just, sort of lost focus." He exhaled slowly, looked up in her eyes and started talking again.

"I need you. Plain and simple. I need the way you see things because they keep me grounded. I need the way you lighten the mood, with you colors and your babbling and your laugh. I need you more than I let myself admit, but I'm admitting to it now. You see the hero in me, when I can't even see the human. Your faith in me is what gets me out the door every night. But it's also the one thing that makes me come back. Your love and trust an faith in me, is what I need. And I'm tired of fighting it. Felicity, you make me into the man I want to be. And even if I'm not there yet, I will get there, with you."

He stopped there, seeing the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He put his hand up to her cheek and cupped it. She closed her eyes, tears now falling, and turned into his hand. He brushed the tears away and stepped closer. Tipping her head up and lowering his, their lips met. And it was everything he'd hoped it would be. And so much more.

The kisses grew more frantic and passionate and before he knew it, clothes were making a trail through the living room and into the bedroom.

They didn't stop that night. Broken rib be damned, he'd been through worse. And being with Felicity, made it hurt a lot less. The way her skin felt on his, soft and warm and full of promise. That was the way it should be, it felt absolutely right. He needed her love, tonight and every other night from now on.