Finally
The next morning when Felicity woke, she felt a pressure at her waist and looked to to realize it was Oliver's arm. 'Huh', she thought, 'he's a cuddler'. Now normally she wouldn't mind, except at that moment she had to use the restroom. The problem was his arm was locked tight around her, holding her as close as possible. Very slowly, she tried to pick up his arm and wiggle out. But, she should've known better. As soon as she started to pick up his arm, it immediately tightened around her. "What are you doing?", mumbled a woken Oliver against her back. "Well," she said. "I was going to use the bathroom, but somebody's arm wont let me". A soft chuckle was sounded, and then the arm was gone. "Thanks ", she said quickly as she went to the bathroom. Closing the door and locking it, she turned to the mirror and all the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her .
The Count kidnapping her, Oliver saving her, the Count falling through the window, what Oliver said to her at the lair (yes, he hates when she calls it that but damn it she's going to), and then arriving at home going off on him, only to see him on her bed realizing he heard everything, telling her he loves her, and then making love through the night. Now that last memory, made her blush the most. After using the bathroom and brushing her teeth, cause duh, nobody wants morning breath, she rejoined him in bed.
With a nervous smile, she looked at him and said, "Oliver?", "hmm?", taking a deep breath she asked worriedly, "this isn't a dream, right?". Smiling brightly, he said, "no. This is real. The most real thing that I've had in a while. Hell, maybe ever". Giving him a small peck on the lips, she said very lovingly, "I love you", then, smiling the happiest smile she's ever seen on his face, he said (also very lovingly) "I love you too". And with that, they went back to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.