I have no excuse at all. I started this chapter but I didn't know how to continue it. But hopefully, now that my muse is back I will be able to update more regulary.

This is the continuation and last part of the two previous chapters "Oh, God!". Enjoy it!

14 – Oh, God! III

"Oh, god!" moaned Oliver.

"Would you stop moving?" asked an irritated Felicity.

"It stings!"

As much Green Arrow as Oliver was, sometimes he acted more like a five year old child. In his defense, he had just been stabbed on his side. The last week had been hell on all aspects of his life: as Mayor his plan to develop a dedicated group to give free legal aid to the people of the Glades had been oposed by the city council, and as the Green Arrow he had spent the whole week running after a psycopath who was trying to make a human-skin suit, who had been the one to stab him and also the reason why Felicity and Oliver hadn't been able to have THE talk. The skin-suited phyco had the worst timing, making them cancelled their Big Belly Burger date plan.

The bunker had been filled with a strange tension during that week, with longing looks and touches between them, but not clear idea of where they were standing. But now that Oliver had taken care of that psycho and handed him over the SCPD, Felicity and him were finally free to talk.

"So, you can take a knife between you ribs but I put a little bit of antiseptic on the wound and you flinch?"

"It's not the same..." he tried to defend himself.

Felicity simply chuckled. She suspected that he only acted that way because he liked it when she looked after him. She started to bandage the wound and if Oliver noted that she touched his abs more than usual while doing so, he didn't say anything.

"All done."

Felicity took a step backwards, giving Oliver space so he could dress again. He reached for his discarded shirt but didn't put it on. Felicity squinted at him, knowing the way they had been teasing each other for the last month she suspected that Oliver was trying to play her.

"So... we never got to go to Big Belly Burger" said Oliver, his eyes not leaving Felicity's eyes.

"We have had a quite busy week". Felicity could feel her heart beating quickly. She knew were this was going, and she was both excited and afraid about it. She was ready for a new chapter in her life, to leave the problems she and Oliver had had behind them and just look to the future. But fist they needed to talk and clear the air, and she was sure about her own feelings, but she couldn't be sure 100% about Oliver's. Well, she was 98% sure, but that other 2% made her doubt. Maybe for Oliver what they have been doing these last weeks was just lust; they had always had a great chemistry in the bed.

"Would you like to go now?" he asked, twisting the shirt in his hands.

"It's 2 in th morning. I think they will be closed by now... And even if they weren't I don't think they would accept that dress code." Felicity smiled, pointing at his naked chest.

"Yes" he chuckled "you might be right." He looked around, looking for an excuse to make the night longer. His eyes found the drawer where Diggle kept his whiskey. "What about a drink instead?" He didn't wait for an answer, walking towards thee drawer and opening it, taking two glasses and a bottle from it. Felicity followed him, sitting onnher chair and looking every movement that Oliver made. She could she the muscles of his back and arm moving while he poured the ambar liquid in the glasses.

"Isn't that Diggle's?" Felicity teased him, smiling.

"I don't think he will mind." Oliver offered her a glass and she took it.

"What should we drink to?"

Her question brought flashbacks of their first night together to both of them. The air around them became thicker and the room felt hotter. Oliver took a step toward, making the rim of his glass touch Felicity's.

"For us."

"For us." She repeated, and they both drank without keeping their eyes off each other. Oliver took just a sip, but he watched as Felicity finished the whole thing.

"Wow!"

"Liquid courage" she said without looking at him. "Do you think we could sit?"

"Okay..."

This was it. They finally were going to talk and clear the air. Oliver started to feel his hands sweaty. Somewhere in his mind a voice reminded him that he had no reason to be nervous; Felicity had been flirting with him for weeks now, making almost clear that his feelings were not one sided. However, other voice inside of him said that that did not mean that she wanted a relationship, maybe she just needed some kind of stress relief. And Oliver knew that he would no accept a "not strings attached" kind of relationsgip. It was all of nothing.

Felicity sat on her chair. Oliver brought another chair close and sat facing her. If Oliver was nervous then Felicity looked like she was about to combust; she couldn't stop bouncing her legs and she was biting her bright blue-colored nails.

"Fisrt of all" she said once Oliver was sitting in front of her, "I just want you to not interrup me. I have a lot of thing to get out of my chest and I won't be able to do it if there are interrumptions." Oliver simply nodded and let Felicity continued. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I reacted to... to everything. But you need to understand that it hurt. Discovering that you had a somehow second family. I know it was not that, but for me it felt like it was. And I know that telling the truth has never been your biggest strengh, but we were going to start a life together. You proposed to me, knowing that you were keeping a part of your life hidden from me." Felicity took a deep breath. Oliver watched her clenching her fists.

"But I wasn't fair to you either. I complain because you did not tell me things, but I should have stayed. We should have talked. We should have sorted our problems together. Instead I run, because I was hurt. And when I realized that was not the way, too much had happened and I thought it was too late. And I know what you said in your vows, and that we have been teasing each other these last weeks, but I need to know that this is no just about lust. So please, tell me, is it too late?"

Felicity's eyes were fixed on Oliver's face, trying to descipher his expression. There was a slight disbelief in his eyes, and for a second Felicity thought she had just made a fool of herself, until she felt Oliver's arms around her, making her stand up. He was hugging her with all his heart, as if she were going to vanish any moment.

He took a step backward so he sould see her face. "Felicity, for you is never too late." He brought his hands to her face, very much like the first time that he kissed her in that hospital corridor. Her eyes and smile showed pure hapiness. "You are the only woman I will ever want to be with. And I promise you that I will work every day to be the man that you deserve. No more lies, no more running."

And then he leaned forward, claiming her lips with his, like he had done many other times.