It sure has been a while, but I haven't given up. I've been studying and working on my own novel, as well as a new FanFic. This is just a little mini chapter for you to excite you for the next chapter and believe me, the next chapter is going to be worth this long wait I've made you all endure. There will be romance, a bit of smut and drama as usual.

Enjoy and please leave a review! (PS: I added a little Snowbarry for all those fans out there, I'm one of them too!)

"Barry!" Felicity squealed, clapping her hands as he stood in the doorway, his hard drive in hand. "It's so good to see you!" She stepped forward and gave him a quick hug and Oliver stood behind her, watching her and Barry, surprisingly, he didn't feel territorial anymore.

"How are you?" Barry asked, his voice a little cautious as he nodded to Oliver in greeting. He stepped inside.

"I'm getting better." She shrugged, "My bruises are actually starting to go away, they're kind of brownish, maybe it will look like I've gotten a tan."

Barry smiled at her while Oliver closed the door behind him. Barry loved how positive Felicity was, he wished that Caitlin could see some of the light Felicity did.

"Have you watched the new episodes?" Felicity asked as Barry connected the hard drive.

He shook his head, "I'm not a 'Spoiler Alert' kind of guy." He said and Oliver wasn't sure what he meant by that. Oliver didn't really watch television.

"Do you think Revenge will be renewed for another season?" Felicity asked as Oliver sat on the end of the couch, followed closely by Felicity. He pulled her legs up onto his lap and ran his hands over her smooth calves.

"I don't know, I hope so." Barry shrugged, reaching for the remote. "I kind of still want Emily and Jack to get together," Barry said.

"Yes, they're my ship too."

Oliver looked between them confusedly. He didn't understand this conversation at all and wondered if he'd ever get the chance to talk to Felicity so passionately about a show. He needed to find a show he liked. One he and Felicity could discuss.

As they watched Revenge, Oliver watched Felicity. He watched the way her mouth opened when there was a fight scene on, the way her eyes narrowed when Victoria entered a scene and he watched as her eyes started to droop closed and the hours she'd spent up all day, started to set in.

"Is she sleeping?" Barry whispered and Oliver nodded, thinking about the last time both he and Barry were in this position. He wondered if Barry was thinking about that too.

Barry pulled his phone from his pocket, Caitlin wanted to know where he was. She worried about him and he didn't mind it, but he sometimes wondered if she was the one he needed to worry about. Caitlin had been so helpful through his transition but he felt like he hadn't repaid her. He didn't think he ever could, but he'd like to try.

"Are you headed back to Central City tonight?" Oliver whispered.

"Yeah, Caitlin," Barry held up his phone, "the one whose been helping me with my speed, she's worried about me."

Oliver tried to hide his satisfaction. Maybe this Caitlin woman was someone Barry could be with. Someone he could be happy with. Oliver wanted Barry to be happy and he knew that Barry could be more than happy with Felicity, but Barry also knew when to step down. Felicity was Oliver's girl and Barry belonged in Central City, fighting crime there. Maybe Caitlin was his Felicity.

"I better hit the road." Barry stood, "Tell her to keep the hard drive, I have heaps more back home."

Oliver nodded and was about to say goodnight, but Barry was already gone. God, he was fast. Oliver looked at Felicity; she was beautiful. Her legs were still in Oliver's lap and she was fast asleep against the back of the lounge, her hair nearly covering her face, her pale chest rising and falling. He shifted to pull her into his arms and carried her to her room. It wasn't until he climbed into bed beside her that she woke.

"Oliver," She whispered and Oliver scooted closer to her, placing his hand lightly on her hip.

"What is it, Felicity?"

"I love you." She said, wiggling herself back until his chest pressed up against her back.

Oliver held her to his body, she was so precious. Their hands intertwined as they laid there, breath rising and falling in unison. Their hearts pounding at a sleepy rate but both of them were thinking what the next night would bring.