Felicity woke up the next day feeling better than she had in months. While she knew Slade was a huge problem, sleeping with Oliver in the next room over allowed her to finally get a good night's sleep. He had allowed her to have his bed while he slept on the couch and she just laid there after waking up, taking in his scent. She knew that as long as she lived, she would never get tired of the smell of him.

She sat up in bed and looked around, seeing things she didn't get to last night because she was exhausted. She saw clothes in the corner of his room, ready to be washed. She saw pictures of his family on his bedside table. She knew he missed each and every one of them, so her heart ached for him seeing these pictures everywhere. It's like he wanted a constant reminder as to why he got up every morning.

When she finally dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, she passed by his dresser and paused. There was a picture frame in the back, hidden by all of the other pictures. She would've missed if she hadn't been paying attention. She picked up the frame from the dresser and brought it closer. What she saw made her heart beat faster and she could feel a blush rising on her cheeks. It was a picture of her. She hadn't even known he had this picture, but she knew what day he had taken it.

It was right after Slade had attacked and they had locked him in purgatory. She was in the foundry, trying to get all of their computer systems up and running again. She remembered Oliver had a camera so he could take pictures of everything that got destroyed and send it to his insurance company. She had been trying to get Oliver to help her with the monitors right before the picture was taken and she remembered the moment vividly.

"Oliver! I need you to put the camera down and help me! These monitors won't put themselves on the table, you know." She had just turned to look at him when she saw the flash go off, but she didn't think he was taking a picture of her.

Well, she had been wrong. Obviously.

She replaced the picture back on the dresser and went to the bathroom with a smile on her face. As she showered, she kept replaying last night in her mind. The way they sat together on the couch, her body tucked in next to his with his arm around her. She knew she had a stupid grin on her face the entire time they sat there, but she didn't care.

Things were finally getting better. They were finally acknowledging how they felt.

After her shower, Felicity went into the living room to find Oliver still spread out on the couch, looking uncomfortable. She had argued with him the night before, saying he could take the bed because she knew the couch would be uncomfortable for him, but he wouldn't hear of it. She had obviously been right, but the gesture was sweet.

She went over to him and bent over him to wake him up. She put her hand on his shoulder and tried to shake him awake. She leaned closer to whisper in his ear, trying not to startle him. "Oliver, it's time to get up. Oliver." Next thing she knew, he had his arm around her waist, pulling her on top of him. He had a grin on his face as he opened his eyes. When their eyes met, she knew he had done it on purpose. He had probably been awake the moment she walked into the room.

"Good morning, Felicity." He said to her, his voice thick with sleep. Felicity almost moaned at how wonderful his voice sounded in the morning, but she controlled herself.

"Good morning. How'd you sleep?" She asked, trying to get out of his grip, but he wouldn't even let her budge. She could feel him against her leg, but it didn't surprise her. He had just woken up, and he was a man.

He looked at her with lidded eyes and her breathing hitched. His gaze was so intense and she felt the flame in her stomach grow with each second that passed.

Oliver's eyes flickered down to her lips for just a moment before rising to meet her eyes again as he said, "Good." She knew he was trying to control himself in the same way she was trying to control herself.

When had Felicity ever been good at that?

She thought about it for just a moment before closing the distance between them and letting her mouth touch his. The touch sent sparks through her that she felt all the way to her toes and she knew he felt it too. His arms tightened around her waist as his hands tangled in her hair and they deepened the kiss. She couldn't get enough as their tongues tangled together with pure passion and love. They stayed there, reveling in each other, until they were breathless and panting.

When Felicity raised her head to look at him, she saw so many emotions there and she knew she looked the exact same. She finally allowed herself to really look at him and she loved what she saw. He was bearing himself to her in that moment and she couldn't help but smile and say, "I love you, Oliver Queen."

His face broke into an ever bigger grin that reached every part of her before he placed a soft, slow kiss on her mouth and said, "I love you, Felicity Smoak." The moment was so beautiful and she never wanted to leave.

But they had to. Slade was still out there and they needed to stop him.

They made their way to the foundry after they called Diggle and told him to meet them there. They knew he would want to know why they were together so early on a Sunday, but they didn't have time for that. Slade climbed his way to the top of their priority list with coming back, so explanations were going to have to wait.

Diggle showed up to the foundry ten minutes after they did and they told him everything that had happened with Slade the night before, leaving out the fact that they had been declaring their love for each other. That would've been a totally different conversation that they had no time for.

Felicity sat down at her computer and got to work, running facial recognition throughout the city as Oliver called Amanda Waller to see how Slade had gotten out.

Felicity heard Oliver talking to Amanda, but waited until the phone call had ended before turning to him for answers. Diggle was right next to her, waiting for Oliver to speak.

"Amanda said that when someone showed up to feed Slade a few months ago, he was gone. There was a dead A.R.G.U.S. agent right outside of his cell, so she thinks Slade might've found a way to trick him in getting close enough for Slade to get the set of keys he would need to escape." Oliver told them, obviously upset.

"Why wouldn't they have told us this when it happened?! She had to know he was going to come after us." Diggle asked.

Felicity knew Oliver wouldn't know the answer, and she had a feeling Digg meant it as a rhetorical question, so no one said anything. They all stood there, lost in thought as to why Amanda would let this happen.

"So, what now?" Felicity asked, breaking the silence.

She watched as Oliver moved his eyes towards her and offered her a determined smile before he said, "Now we find him."