Considering the unbelievable writing flunk I have been in for the majority of the last 14/15 months, I can't believe how much I'm enjoying writing again and how easily the words are flowing the way they used to! I guess all I needed was a brand new ship to obsess over to get my creative juices flowing again (that expression is officially gross though). This is the last chapter with Oliver and Felicity on vacation before they head back home so I really enjoyed sinking my teeth into this one and making it as fluffy and romantic as possible.

I hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave a little review if you like xo

"I can't believe it's our last night here," Oliver whispered, mindlessly twirling a strand of Felicity's hair around his finger.

Felicity sighed and buried her head under Oliver's chin, stroking her thumb against his arm.

The sun was just beginning to set and the view from the top of the cliff which they'd hiked up to was breathtaking. The hike hadn't been too strenuous and they hadn't said much, both of them wrapped up inside their own thoughts of what life would be like once they got back to Starling City.

Felicity knew Oliver didn't ever want to go home, he'd said so enough times and brought up the idea of them staying where they were at least once a day. And as much as Felicity would have loved nothing more than to stay inside her little bubble of happiness with Oliver for the rest of her life, she missed home and she missed work and she missed the life of the city that seemed thousands and thousands of miles away. The longer they stayed away, the harder it would be to transition back to "reality" and the last thing Felicity wanted was for Oliver to struggle and disassociate the way he had when he'd come back from spending 5 years on the island.

"It's going to be okay," she promised him, kissing his neck softly.

She'd said that a lot over the last few weeks and it probably meant nothing to Oliver anymore but she believed it so deeply inside her that it seemed to be the only thing that made sense to her.

"You sure I can't persuade you to stay just a little longer?" he asked, as he always did.

"Oliver, if I stay here any longer I swear I won't be able to remember how to turn on a computer," she laughed.

She felt him chuckle and smiled into his chest.

"Well, I suppose we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"Absolutely not, I mean, how ever would you manage without me and my technological brain?"

Oliver tightened his grip around her and hugged her closer to him.

"I don't even want to think about that, ever," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Neither of them spoke for a long while after that, and Felicity knew fine well he was thinking about exactly the thing he had just said he never wanted to think about. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it tightly, turning her head slightly to enjoy the view. She felt Oliver rest his chin on the top of her head and hoped he would soon realise that he would never have to think about life without her.

The sun was barely visible above the horizon now and the sky was the most perfect palette of pinks, oranges and lilacs she had ever seen. The ocean below them was completely calm, only occasionally making a soft crash against the rockface of the cliffs. A chorus of bird and insect calls echoed from the forest behind them, more variations of chirps and tweets than Felicity thought possible. It was the perfect way to end their vacation; the last 6 weeks were somehow reflected in this moment entirely and she wondered if Oliver felt it too.

"I don't know if your plan is to keep me sitting here until it goes dark so we can't find our way back to the hotel, get very lost trying to navigate the path we came up on and end up having to set up camp in the forest for the rest of our lives, but unless it is, we should probably start heading back," Felicity smiled, leaning out from under Oliver's chin and catching his eye.

"Damn it, you caught me," Oliver laughed, holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

"Oliver, I just want you to know that if I truly believed staying here would be what's best for you, then I would. But it's not and you and I both know that,"

Oliver wrapped his arms around Felicity again.

"I know," he whispered.

"I'd do anything for you, anything to make you so happy all the time. But running away won't make things better, not in the end,"

"I know," he whispered again.

"I love you, Oliver. And I will make it my mission to love you so much that one day you won't ever have to question it again,"

Tilting her head up, she pressed her lips to Oliver's. His response was immediate; he picked her up and placed her on his knee, wrapping her legs around him, never once breaking their kiss. Gliding his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance into her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair as he pulled her even closer to him. Opening her mouth, their tongues collided eagerly, always seeming to seek each other as though their mouths had been apart for months. Oliver leaned backwards until his back was against the ground and Felicity was atop him, her fingers in his hair. Oliver caressed her back, somehow roughly and gently at the same time, dancing his hands up and down her skin underneath her shirt. Felicity was vaguely aware of where they were, outside where anyone could find them, but she also didn't care in the slightest because all she could taste and feel was Oliver and she never wanted to stop. She felt Oliver's hands on her ass, squeezing it tightly and she moaned audibly with pleasure. She moved her mouth from his and began kissing his neck as his hands continued to do marvellous things to her backside. She dug her teeth into Oliver's collarbone and felt him shudder and in response he gripped her harder and Felicity was sure she'd have bruises tomorrow. Suddenly becoming aware of his arousal underneath her, Felicity's hips began to grind against his of their own accord as she moved her mouth swiftly back to his.

"I need you inside me so much," Felicity mumbled into his mouth.

"Right here?" Oliver asked, his voice a combination of shock and pleading.

"Right now," she whispered back.

She felt Oliver smile and opened her eyes questioningly.

"What?" she asked, curious.

"You just continue to amaze and surprise me even after all this time," he replied thoughtfully, bringing his mouth back to hers as he finished his sentence.

Felicity untangled her hands from Oliver's hair and sat up on top of him, her hands hurriedly reaching for the button on his jeans. Once the button was undone he helped her pull them down just enough as was necessary considering where they were. The both knew this had to be quick, but the risk of someone catching them only seemed to heighten their mutual arousal even more. Luckily, Felicity had opted over her jeans for a tennis skirt which was considerably easier to get out of the way and her tiny thong was also no match for Oliver's hands. Felicity felt close to orgasm before he was even inside her, the anticipation reaching almost unbearable intensity as she took hold of his errection and helped him slide into her, making her cry out. Oliver was deliciously large and having him fill her so wholly always took her breath away. Felicity angled her body until he was right where she needed him and began moving her hips rhythmically, her eyes closed as her pleasure built until she reached her peak. Her orgasm rippled through her, long and sweet and she collapsed over Oliver's chest, her entire body writhing with bliss, moaning his name over and over. The sound of his name on her lips and the feel of her warm body pressed against his was all it took for Oliver to follow suit, calling out her name as he came, his fingers digging into her skin.

"I love you so much," he whispered in Felicity's ear, his ragged breathing matching hers as their heart rates gradually began to slow back down again.

Felicity pressed soft kisses to Oliver's chest as he stroked her hair.

"I guessed your plan worked after all," Felicity giggled after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"My plan?"

"Yeah, the one to keep us up here until it went dark so we wouldn't be able to find our way back in time for our flight tomorrow,"

Looking up Oliver actually seemed surprised that it was now almost completely dark around them.

"I didn't even realise how late it had gotten," he laughed.

"Well, you know what they say? Time flies when you're having fun," Felicity kissed the tip of Oliver's nose before standing up and pulling her skirt back into place. Oliver wriggled back into his jeans and Felicity held out her hand to help him up onto his feet.

"Thank you, Miss Smoak," he smiled, kissing her hand.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr Queen," Felicity giggled, interlacing their fingers.

They took one last look over the ocean, holding tightly to each other's hands, enjoying the cool ocean breeze on their sweaty bodies.

"Ready to head back?" Felicity asked, squeezing Oliver's hand.

Oliver sensed her question was referring to more than just the hike back down to the hotel.

"I'm ready for anything... as long as you don't let go of my hand,"

It was a steep climb back down to ground level and the forest seemed even thicker now it was enveloped in pitch black darkness; the flashlight on Oliver's phone their only source of light.

They'd been walking for almost an hour so they couldn't be too far from the hotel. Felicity was breathless trying to keep pace with Oliver who seemed to take two steps for every one of Felicity's. If he wasn't holding her hand, practically dragging her along, she'd probably be miles behind.

"Oliver, can we please slow down?" she asked 5 minutes later, wiping her sweat soaked forehead.

"I'd rather we just hurry and get back," he replied, sounding distracted.

"Are you okay?"

"I just... I just want to get back that's all,"

"Oliver, stop. Tell me what's wrong," she pulled on his arm and he turned back to look at her.

"Felicity please," he didn't keep her gaze for long, his eyes scanning their surroundings frantically.

He looked terrified and suddenly, Felicity began to understand why.

"Hey, you're safe, you're okay," she said softly, taking Oliver's other hand in hers.

"I'm not, it's not... you have no idea what's out there!" his voice began to raise and he tried to pull his hands free.

"Oliver, look at me, right at me. Please,"

Reluctantly, Oliver dragged his eyes to meet Felicity's. She took his face in her hands and traced his cheekbones with her fingertips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I just... the last time I was anywhere like this in the middle of the night was on the island and I- I don't think I- I just,"

"Shhhhhsh, close your eyes okay? Close your eyes and breathe. Don't do anything else except that," Felicity took a step back and gave him some space but took hold of his hands again.

"I can't, I need to make sure-"

"Oliver, please. Just close your eyes and breathe. It's okay, I promise,"

Felicity could see Oliver's heart pounding through his shirt and his elevated breathing made his chest fall and rise rapidly. She placed her hand on his chest and thankfully, watched as Oliver closed his eyes.

The moment Oliver closed his eyes, his hearing seemed to overcompensate his lack of vision and he swore he could hear all the way to the ocean. The only thing keeping him from a full blown panic attack was Felicity's hand on his chest, an ever present reminder that he wasn't alone anymore. He tried to regulate his breathing as Felicity had told him to but the flashbacks were so vivid he had trouble even staying on his feet.

He was running, he didn't know why or who from but he knew that if he stopped running, he would die. He could hear screaming, the only other thing he could hear over his own heart pounding in his ears. He wanted to stop, to turn around and go back but he would die, he knew he would die.

"Oliver, hey, look at me,"

Oliver's eyes snapped open and instead of the horrorful island scene he expected to find himself in again, it was just Felicity, still holding his hand and resting her palm on his chest. He collapsed into her, knowing she wouldn't let him fall and buried his head in her hair, breathing in the sweet coconut scent of her shampoo. He felt her arms wrap tightly around him, one around his waist and the other tracing soft patterns into the back of his neck, something she always did when she knew he was nervous or anxious about something. It took a few seconds for him to notice she was humming quietly, a tune Oliver couldn't quite place but one he knew he'd heard before. He could feel her chest vibrating softly as she hummed and he focused on it, turning off the visions in his mind as best he could, feeling only the sensation of the hum in Felicity's chest. Slowly, his accelerated breathing began to decrease and as it did, so did the ringing in his ears and the pounding of his heart. Felicity was still stroking his neck and humming softly and Oliver couldn't remember the last time anyone had ever been able to calm him down so quickly during a flashback. Pressing a delicate kiss to her neck, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What is that song you're humming?" he asked quietly after a few moments, his face still buried in her hair.

"It's by Bon Iver," she whispered, "It's called Calgary,"

"It's gorgeous, where have I heard it before?"

"This is going to sound so silly but sometimes you have nightmares but you don't wake up and it's just something I sing or hum to you to try and make things a little less scary, even though you can't possibly hear me because you're asleep,"

Oliver lifted his head up from Felicity's shoulder and looked at her.

"I'm sorry," Oliver muttered, dropping his gaze from hers to look at the floor, embarrassed that she'd witnessed his nightmares.

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, Oliver. Are you okay now?" Felicity took his face in hers again and kissed him.

"I think so, thanks to you," he replied after kissing her back.

"I used to have really bad anxiety when I was younger, and my mom and I learned that technique during the few weeks of therapy I had. We'd practice it all the time, both of us, because I felt embarrassed doing it on my own. Even when I wasn't anxious, I practiced it and it helped me access it easier when my brain was in a mess and thinking rationally wasn't an option. It was stupid stuff that gave me anxiety though, tests and social gatherings and being late for work; I didn't go through anything like you did so I don't know if it worked that well but I didn't know what else to do. I just couldn't bear seeing you in so much pain and I would have hated myself if I'd just stood there and done nothing," Felicity took a deep breath at the end of her sentence, as though she'd been unaware of how long she'd been speaking without really remembering to breathe.

"It helped, so much, honestly. And when you started humming too, that also helped so much," he smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently.

"I'm glad. It means the hundreds of dollars my mom spent on therapy for me wasn't a complete waste after all. She'd be delighted to hear that,"

"It didn't help you?"

"Nope. In case you haven't realised, Oliver, it's pretty much impossible for me to relax and do nothing because my brain just works about a thousand times faster than the average person. Except sometimes when I'm with you. Sometimes, somehow you remind me to just be here instead of in my head all the time without even saying anything,"

"How come you never told me?"

"It didn't seem like it mattered, that's all. I work better when I'm under pressure anyway and considering I'm practically always tense or on edge, I guess I owe my academic success to anxiety," Felicity smiled and Oliver knew she was being honest; she hadn't kept it from him on purpose, it was simply something she'd learned to accept and be at peace with about herself and he admired her incredibly for that.

"I love you," Oliver said, taking Felicity's hand again.

"I love you too," she replied, letting his fingers intertwine with her own.

They began to walk again, slowly this time now Oliver no longer viewed everything around him as a threat.

Soon enough the trees began to clear and street lights appeared in the near distance, a welcome sign to Oliver that civilisation was never all that far away the whole time after all.

Back in their hotel room, Oliver and Felicity came to the realisation that they had only hours before they had to head to the airport and they hadn't even begun packing yet.

"You know, missing that flight is starting to sound more and more appealing," Felicity said 15 minutes later, rolling her eyes and she struggled to fit yet another new pair of shoes into her suitcase.

"Perhaps we should have bought an extra suitcase just for your shoes," Oliver teased, his own suitcase zipped up and packed already.

"Or perhaps you should stop buying me things?" Felicity shot back, still battling with the rose gold heels Oliver had surprised her with a few nights ago.

"Never. I like buying you things, it makes me happy,"

"Those four little words will be the death of me," Felicity muttered, a smile creeping across her face involuntarily.

"And probably the death of that suitcase considering there are still three pairs in the closet you've somehow got to fit in there," Oliver added, getting up from the bed and going over to help her.

Felicity groaned loudly and dropped the shoes, collapsing over her brimming suitcase with an elongated sigh.

"On the bright side, at least you have small feet otherwise your case would've been full ages ago,"

"Oh yes, small feet, my most endearing quality," Felicity said sarcastically, her voice muffled due to the fact that her face was pressed against a pile of clothes she'd already managed to cram into her suitcase.

"I can think of a much more endearing one," Oliver smirked and Felicity lifted her head up to look at him.

"Which is?" she challenged.

"Hmmm... what about your overly ticklish shoulders?" he teased, wiggling his fingers with a devilish smile on his face.

"Oliver, don't you dare," Felicity sensed what he was about to do and before he had time to pounce on her she jumped up onto the bed and pulled the comforter over her body for protection.

"Oh however will I get to you now?" Oliver joked, prowling around to the other side of the bed, trying his best to conceal his laughter and remain serious.

"Oliver, please don't!" she squealed from under the covers, curling herself up into a ball.

Feeling the bed move with his weight as he climbed up beside her, Felicity squealed again and tried to roll to the other side, but Oliver was too quick for her and had straddled her legs before she could even begin to move. Pulling the comforter from over her head, Oliver began to tickle her shoulders, laughing at Felicity's attempts to free herself from his grasp.

"Oliver!" she squealed again, her own hands powerless to stop his from making contact with her skin.

"I'll stop if you promise never to be mean and sarcastic about your cute little feet again," he laughed, enjoying himself too much to let her off just yet.

"Okay I promise!" Felicity cried, beginning to laugh, unable to help herself because of how adorably gorgeous Oliver looked on top of her, defending her feet, of all things.

"Promise what?"

"I promise to never say mean and sarcastic things about my cute little feet ever again!" she yelled, bursting into fits of giggles.

"Do you promise you'll keep your promise?" Oliver was laughing hysterically now, the sound of Felicity's laughter warming him inside.

"Yes! Yes! I'll keep my promise, I swear!"

Tears were streaming down Felicity's cheeks from laughing so much by the time Oliver freed her and laid down on his stomach next to her. Oliver leaned down and kissed her shoulders one at a time, something that somehow didn't seem to tickle at all.

"I hate you," she giggled, unable to stop her hands trailing up and down his stomach as she spoke.

"I love you too," Oliver laughed, pressing his lips to hers for perhaps the hundredth time that day.