This chapter was originally rated "E" with warnings for sexual content, inappropriate behavior in a super hero bunker, and excessively inappropriate use of the Salmon Ladder, however all explicit content has been removed (so this chapter is a whole lot shorter. Read the full chapter on Archive of Our Own.

And, again, this was written almost a whole year before 5x20, so I stole nothing. Well, except the characters and the bunker and...you know all that.

Date 72: Tequila, Take Two

October 7, 2016

Felicity thought she would have been less nervous the second time around.

Guess not.

Well, maybe that wasn't fair. The first time, Felicity had been more than nervous. She had been kind of…terrified. And conflicted. Very conflicted. Which was certainly different from how she felt now. She couldn't be further from conflicted. In fact, she was totally completely certain. Just, also…horrifically nervous.

Not terrified, per se. No. Excited and nervous. That was it. Felicity was just excited and nervous…to the point where she was afraid that she might vomit, which was not at all sexy and had the potential to ruin everything…

Okay, Felicity really needed to remember that it was all going to be okay. And she was sure that the nausea would go away anytime now. Surely, the stomach butterflies on steroids wouldn't last long after Oliver arrived. Right? Maybe Mexican wasn't the best choice.

But it had to be Mexican. And, this time, the food was laid out on real plates, on top of a soft romantic picnic blanket that Felicity had carefully spread out over the work-out mats.

Their, now, well-used Green Arrow shot glasses were next to a bottle of Patron Resposada Tequila (the guy from the liquor store had recognized Felicity from TV and refused to let her leave with Jose Cuervo this time), a bowl of lemon wedges (in a ceramic bowl, not plastic), and a shaker of salt. It was all a lot classier than when she had tried this four months ago.

Felicity patted her jean pocket. She was ready to go.

As long as she didn't throw up.

Okay…stop! There was nothing to be nervous about. One got nervous if something could go wrong. And nothing was going to go wrong. What could go wrong? It didn't even have to go perfectly. It just had to go…well. And Felicity really couldn't imagine a realistic scenario where it wouldn't go well. Unless, of course, they were attacked…

Oh, shut up! Stupid brain! Stupid, stupid brain! Felicity refused to even contemplate that scenario. Nope. No—

"Felicity?"

She honest-to-God jumped when she heard Oliver call her over the intercom, her hand flying up to cover her heart. Felicity really needed to pull herself together.

Dashing over to the intercom, Felicity jammed the button far harder than was necessary and said in a forced calm voice, "I'm in the workout area."

"Hmmm," Oliver hummed, a teasing note already apparent in his voice. "Do I get to watch you do Pilates again…"

Felicity laughed. She was right, all she needed was Oliver's voice and her nerves already started to settle. "Oliver, I don't do Pilates on Friday nights. I'm not an exercise junkie, unlike some people I know."

"So…for pleasure then?" Oliver asked, ignoring her dig and going for a leer instead. How he managed to do that over the intercom, Felicity would never know. But it made her smile so she was grateful for it.

"Why don't you get your attractive butt down here and find out?" Felicity was kind of proud of how confident her voice sounded. Especially when she was still freaking out, just a little, on the inside.

"Yes, ma'am." Oliver sounded like he had never been so happy to obey an order. "Is this a Locksley friendly event?"

Felicity glanced at the food laid out on the mat. "Decidedly not. Besides, I thought his job was to guard the elevator?" That way she didn't have to worry so much about an attack, the kind that had been mercifully rare this summer, but tended to show up to ruin so many of their important events.

"You're the boss."

As if.

Turning away from the intercom and back to her picnic, Felicity told herself that she would not wring her hands like a Nervous Nelly. Even if her body itched to move. To do something. Everything was laid out and ready to go, so...hmmm. Water? They didn't have water. Didn't want to get dehydrated. She dashed over to the nearby kitchen, relieved to be able to expel some energy, and grabbed a bottle just as Oliver appeared.

"Hi."

Oliver looked positively delectable. Shrugging out of his brown leather jacket, he tossed it onto his weights, leaving him in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans. He was smiling a warm, welcoming smile, looking completely relaxed. So different from four months prior when Felicity had laid out the identical meal (if with less expensive tequila).

A lot had happened in four months. And, also, very little if one compared it to the four months prior to that. Because, really, most of what had happen was rather normal. Just two people working hard, at time consuming and rather important jobs, living together, bickering about who drank the last of the milk and who fed the dog. Oh and occasionally keeping the street free of crime at night.

They both knew that things wouldn't stay this calm. They never did. There was always another big bad around the corner. But, maybe, Oliver and Felicity had finally learned to cherish these breaks when things were just…ordinary.

Because it was the ordinary parts of their lives that put that smile on Oliver's face and Felicity prayed that they would always have at least a little bit of ordinary in their lives to ground them.

"Is this a special occasion?" Oliver asked, pulling off his boots before he stepped onto the mat. "Not that there needs to be. I'm very happy to celebrate Friday."

"Date 72 isn't a milestone enough for you?" Felicity teased, managing what probably passed as a saunter as she approached Oliver and tilted her head up for a kiss.

"Why, Felicity Smoak?" Oliver breathed, grabbing her waist and jerking her forward so she collided with his chest. This was so much better than four months ago. "Have you been counting?"

Resting her hands on Oliver's chest, Felicity shrugged. "It's hard not to when my boyfriend obsess—"

Oliver cut her off with his kiss, his lips slanting over hers and opening to explore her mouth quite thoroughly. Far more than a hello required. Felicity's eyes slipped shut and she focused on the warm, wet slide of his tongue and the familiar tickle of scruff against her face. She could no longer imagine kissing without it. It had become an essential part of the experience.

When Oliver lifted his lips from hers, it was to rest his forehead against Felicity's, his eyes slipping closed. He was at peace and it was beautiful. She slid her hand up the back of his soft t-shirt to rest on the warm supple skin of his back and breathed him in. She wanted to savor every quiet second. Store them up for whatever trails were bound to be coming.

"Actually, it is a special day," Felicity whispered after a moment.

"Is it?" Oliver lifted his head, blue eyes searching her face. Felicity could tell the exact moment when he figured it out. "It's the anniversary of the day we returned to Star City."

"Mmmhmm." Oliver was far quicker than anyone gave him credit for.

Oliver chuckled. "It's been quite the year." But then his smile faltered and his eyes wandered. His hands tightened on her waist and Felicity could actually feel his thoughts drift to dark ugly places.

Hugging him tight, Felicity said, "It's been a long, terrible, wonderful year."

Felicity was rewarded by a small huff of a laugh and a kiss to her forehead. "That it has." Oliver wrapped his arms more fully around her, almost as if that would keep her safe in the year to come. Or, maybe, it was the demons of the past he wanted to drive off. "But we're together."

Leaning back in his arms, Felicity purposely gave Oliver her brightest smile. "We started the year together and we're ending it together. And I think we're a hell of a lot stronger for the journey."

His lips stretched upward. "Absolutely," Oliver said with reverence as his thumb reached out to brush over her cheek. "We've come full circle."

Oliver had no idea how right he was.

"But we ended up in a better place." Felicity took both of Oliver's hands and pulled him over to the mat. "With better tequila."

"I see that." Oliver looked around at the meal with a grin. "I also see that you decided to repeat Date #1 and not the soufflé disaster of last October 7th."

"The soufflés were far from a disaster. That was a wonderful night, even if we were interrupted." Felicity pulled Oliver down to sit with her. "But as well as Date #1 went… the tequila had so much more potential."

Oliver's eyes flashed with interest. "That so?"

"Let's just say, I don't have any intention of licking salt of my own skin tonight."

Throwing back his head, Oliver laughed, loud and rich. "Well, this sure beats any anniversary I've ever had."

"Of course," Felicity grinned, feeling the happiness bubble up inside of her. "This is the first one you've celebrated with me."

"And the only one that matters," Oliver murmured, leaning in and giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

They ate first, because Felicity had laid it all out so nicely and who knew when, or if, they would get to it if they started with the tequila. But, instead of sitting carefully apart as they did on Date #1, the tension so thick that it could be cut with a knife, Oliver and Felicity sat relaxed and content with their legs tangled together, pressed as closely as they could manage and still eat.

There was still sexual tension in the air, but while months ago it had been almost painful, it was…pleasant now. A promise. One that most certainly would be filled. It was a heated anticipation and it was delicious.

Yet, as they talked about everything and nothing, the anxiety that had initially fled as soon as Oliver stepped into the room crept up again. Felicity found that, just like four months ago, she was having difficulty focusing on his words. The spicy food was starting to taste a lot like cardboard and her fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the blanket.

"Felicity?"

"Hmmm?" Crap. He'd noticed. And Felicity had no idea what Oliver said in the seconds before he called her name.

Oliver picked up her fidgety hand and held it in his. "Are you okay?"

Well, at least Oliver hadn't asked her about what they…well, he was talking about. Felicity forced a smile and shook her head. "No, I'm just…really excited to try the tequila. I've never had Patron before." And it was true enough, though the brand of tequila was the least of it.

The grin that spread across Oliver's face was almost predatory. "Then, by all means…" He popped the last of his burrito into his mouth and started to push the rest of the food aside, stacking it on the edge of the mat with an expediency that had Felicity giggling. And she hadn't even had her first shot. She wondered if it was a Pavlovian response to the look on his face.

When Oliver was done cleaning up (she should probably have helped, but he did it so fast and her mind was…elsewhere), Felicity found them sitting cross-legged across from each other, the Green Arrow shot glasses that she'd bought sitting in the diamond created between their pressed together knees and she had such a strong sense of déjà vu…

But Felicity didn't have time to contemplate it further. Oliver twisted around to grab the tequila and this was her chance. She snatched her prize from her pocket and dropped it into his glass before he could notice.

Felicity thought, maybe, she should say something to distract him...because he was Oliver and impossible to surprise, but the words were stuck in her throat. Her heart started beating at an alarming speed and her mouth was suddenly dry. But he hadn't noticed. She couldn't understand how he hadn't noticed. He noticed everything. Especially when it came to her.

But, miraculously, she'd somehow managed to out stealth him. For once. And Oliver started to pour the tequila and Felicity was forced to consider the possibility that he actually wouldn't notice. At all. Then what would she do?

Oh dear God. This was going to be one of those horrible straight people catastrophes that Paul talked about. This was so stupid. What had Felicity been thinking? This was a choking hazard. This was—

"Felicity? What is this?"

Oliver's voice was barely more than a whisper, but it rang out in the quiet room. He was holding up his shot glass. Sans tequila. (Thank God, because Felicity really didn't want it to be sticky). And, Oliver, he was staring in wide-eyed shock at the platinum wedding band she'd slipped inside the glass.

Felicity had had it made special with a ring of dark green jade in the center. It was meant to be both a wedding band and an…engagement band? Though, she supposed he could have a second ring if he wanted. It wasn't as if there was a precedent for such things.

Men really should have engagement rings as well. It was wrong on so many levels that they didn't and it made a woman proposing so much more complicated. And—

"Felicity?"

This time his voice was choked and Felicity realized that she'd…um…forgotten to speak. She really needed to say something, because she was kind of afraid Oliver was going to have an aneurism if she didn't. But, God, when had talking gotten so hard?

"So…it's a…um…ring." Had Felicity ever said something so inane and obvious? Ever in her life? Where were her trademark babbles when she needed them?

Oliver carefully lifted out the ring…maybe he'd given up on Felicity giving him any answers…and held it in front of him between his thumb and forefinger, staring at it like he couldn't believe it was real.

"It's an engagement ring," Felicity said more firmly. And kind of quickly, because she was afraid that if she hesitated the words would get stuck again and nothing would come out. "For men." And Oliver's eyes jerked to hers, because, yeah, it was…unusual. "Which is something that I might have made up, because men should have…" Okay, now was not the time to go down that angry rant road.

Felicity took a deep breath and forced herself to keep talking. "I decided…" Why did her lips have to be so dry? It made talking so much harder. "I decided that it was my turn to ask you to marry me." Because she'd gotten two, maybe three proposals, depending on how one looked at it. Not to mention, possibly the most beautiful vows ever written, so it was beyond her turn.

"Felicity…"

That seemed to be the only thing Oliver could say and Felicity could certainly relate. She was discovering that talking was the hardest when it mattered most. He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing hard. She clutched it back like a lifeline and it didn't hurt, so….

It was time…time to say what she had to say. And Felicity had a lot to say. She just needed to start. "I know that the next words out of your mouth are going to be to ask me if it's too soon…"

Oliver laughed at that, probably because they both knew it was true. His laugh was watery, but so was Felicity's voice so that was okay.

"And I…the answer is…no, I don't think it is." Keep going, Smoak. Keep going. "Because it's been a long year and if I've learned anything it's…it's that we belong together. Even if we aren't perfectly baked and mature and absolutely ready, but, maybe, we never will be, because nothing's perfect, but together…I think that together we are better."

"Oh Felicity. God, I—"

"Shhh." Felicity laid a finger on his lips, only realizing she was crying when she tasted her own tears. "I'm not done. Actually, I haven't even gotten to the part I rehearsed yet."

Oliver chuckled against her finger and nodded, his eyes teary as well, and he pressed a kiss to her finger before she moved both of her hands to tangle with his, the ring caught between them.

"So," Felicity began with a sniffle and a shaky smile. "Um…remember when you proposed to me in December?" Oliver nodded, even though it was totally rhetorical. Because, of course, he remembered. "You said I was the light that lit your way. And, I think…I think that since then, I lost some of that…a lot of that light."

Oliver opened his mouth to protest and Felicity could see in his eyes that he was distraught by the mere insinuation, but she shushed him. "Don't shake your head. Trust me, I was there, and with everything that happened, my light…it dimmed. And…but instead of getting lost, you took up that light yourself and I think, over time, you became the light that lit my way."

"Felicity…" Oliver almost sobbed, his voice was like sandpaper, and it wasn't clear if he was protesting or thanking her, but his fingers tightened around hers.

"It's true and I think…I think that's what a relationship is really supposed to be. Not one person leading or holding the other person up, but each taking turns being each other's light when they need it the most."

Taking a shaky breath, Felicity paused to gain some composure and Oliver choked out, "Is that the part you rehearsed?"

Felicity nodded unevenly. "Yes."

"It was really good." Oliver's eyes shined with emotion as he smiled at her.

And all the anxiety disappeared in a poof, leaving nothing but love and this incredible connected feeling that was almost overwhelming in its intensity. "It's not over." Felicity was pretty sure there was more. What was next?

Oliver's smile widened. "By all means, don't let me interrupt."

Right. But this part was harder. Felicity took a deep breath and searched for the words. "Okay…so…I…the second time you put a ring on my finger, you said 'for better or for worse.' Only I didn't realize how much worse it would get or…" Her throat closed. God, this was so hard. The tears started to really fall and Oliver reached to wipe them away. "Or that I would be the one to break that promise."

"Felicity—"

"Shhh. It's true. I, umm…" God, this was so difficult to admit. "Maybe we weren't ready yet, but…now…maybe I didn't have faith, or maybe I lost it, but it's back and…I have faith that we will both make mistakes, but through it all, I have two truths that I will never forget again: You are a good man Oliver Queen. And you love me."

"With everything I have," Oliver added when Felicity paused for a breath, his voice passionate to the point that it pushed a few more tears over her wet eyelashes.

Didn't Felicity owe him just as much. "And I swear to you, from here on forward, I'll never forget that again. And I won't leave. For better or for worse." Well, maybe she should add… "That's not an excuse to do something stupid."

Oliver laughed, his voice thick. "I won't, I know—"

"Because I'm still going to get mad at you and I'll yell at you and I might even make you sleep in Locksley's bed, while he sleeps with me—"

Oliver's laughter interrupted her this time. "That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"

"But…" Felicity finally pulled one of her hands from the tangle that was their fingers to wipe her now ridiculously wet face. "If you'll marry me, I promise it will be for forever this time."

Oliver's face scrunched up and he swallowed with an audible gulp. "Can I say yes now?"

It was Felicity's turn to laugh. "Please."

Felicity would swear Oliver had never quite glowed with happiness like this before. "Yes!" He grabbed her head and pulled her in for a hard kiss. "Yes." Another kiss. "God, I love you." And another.

Laughing through the onslaught, Felicity slipped the ring out of the glass. "Now—"

"No, wait." Oliver pressed one more hard kiss to Felicity's lips before jumping to his feet. "Just one second." He dashed from the room, leaving her feeling a little like she had emotional whip lash. Even the air around her felt cooler without him there.

She had no idea where he was going…but Felicity trusted him. Whatever it was, it was important to Oliver, so it was important to her.

And Felicity was able to use those few minutes to dry her eyes and even splash some water on her face as she tried to get control of her rampaging emotions. It didn't realty work, but she was happy. Giddy even. She was having trouble believing that they had actually gotten re-engaged and no one had shot at them.

Though, maybe, he'd been gone longer than he should…

"Oliver!"

"Coming," he called back and Felicity sighed in insane, irrational relief collapsing back on her knees. Why were their lives this crazy?

But then Oliver was back and he was holding something…he was holding Felicity's ring between his thumb and forefinger.

And all the effort to dry her tears was wasted, because her eyes filled right back up again. Felicity hadn't even realized how much she had missed that gorgeous ostentatious thing. She bit her lip and smiled, her finger itching to have her ring back where it belonged.

Oliver blew out a breath, carefully kneeling in front of her. "I was actually thinking I'd like to buy you a new one before I even considered proposing again…I mean, when I thought enough time had passed for…anyway, I thought maybe this ring was cursed, since it was my mother's and all, and her marriages weren't the best. I can still—"

"It's not your mother's ring anymore," Felicity said firmly, swallowing the lump in her throat and holding out her hand firmly, palm down. "It's mine now."

A relieved grin just about bloomed across Oliver's face as he took her hand, but then he hesitated. "Wait…I, uh…I think I have a few things that I need to say first?"

Oliver looked at her like it was a question and Felicity could only manage a nod. Her throat had closed again and her eyes had teared up so much she could barely see.

Swallowing, Oliver met her eyes, the ring perched on the end of her finger. "First, I need to thank you for giving me a second chance." Felicity shook her head, opening her mouth to protest, but Oliver stopped her, "No. I need to say this. I don't think I deserved it, I messed up so bad—"

Felicity had thought they were past this. She had long ago forgiven him, now she needed him to forgive himself. "You did…do deserve it—"

"Shush, my turn," Oliver reprimanded with a small smile. "Before I slide this back where it belongs, I need to say I'm sorry and—"

"Oliver you've said you're sorry," Felicity laughed (though it almost sounded like a sob), "like a dozen times."

"And I'm going to keep saying it so you don't forget." Oliver took a shaky breath. "So I don't forget. And I'm promising you here and now, no lies, so secrets—"

"Except the good kind," Felicity interrupted, needing the inject a little lightness, because her heart was about to burst, "like surprises."

Oliver chuckled, then kind of sniffed. "Excepting surprises," he agreed. "And, I promise, to never willingly leave you alone, especially not in a hospital or with doctors or with fathers…"

Felicity laughed out loud at that, blinking and swiping away tears. Oliver might make guilt an art form, but he was also the sweetest man.

"And to never give you a reason to take this off again," Oliver swore, before, finally, finally sliding the ring home.

Blowing out a breath, Felicity held it up to the light. God, it felt so good to have it back. And they were going to have to cut it off her cold, dead hands if they ever wanted to get it off her again.

She laughed out loud, she was so happy, and then turned to Oliver. "Your turn. You seem to have forgotten, but this was my proposal." Felicity snatched up the ring she had bought for him.

"By all means." Oliver beamed, laughing and holding out his hand the way she had only seconds before. This was the first time Felicity had gotten to do this and it felt like so much more than an engagement this time.

"You know that if I wear this outside, everyone is going to say we eloped," Oliver told her as it slid past his knuckle and settled where it belonged. Felicity's stomach may have flipped a bit at his words. Not in a bad way, though. Oh no.

"Who cares?" Felicity took Oliver's hand, lacing their left hands together so their rings rested against each other. God, this was so excessively romantic she didn't know if she could handle it. "It is rather sexist that only girls get engagement rings anyway," she couldn't resist adding.

"Well, I love it." Of course, he did. He was perfect. Even when he was trying not to be. Oliver just couldn't help it. "It's perfect."

Felicity laughed and he probably had no idea why, but the way she felt right now…it was incredible. She lunged in for a kiss and wasn't surprised at all when Oliver met her half-way. He seemed to be able to read her mind lately.

Grinning so wide it almost hurt, Felicity announced, "And, now, we celebrate!"

"With tequila?"

"With tequila body shots!"

Cupping her cheeks, Oliver buzzed Felicity's lips with a hard kiss. "You have the best plans." But before she could preen, he added, "I have one condition: no passing out!"

Seriously! Felicity had learned that lesson the hard way. "Trust me, nothing I have planned involves sleeping."

"I've heard that before," Oliver drawled, throwing her a teasing look as he grabbed the tequila and pulled out the cork…this tequila had a cork!

"Hey! I made that up to you!" And she had. When Oliver returned sweaty and delicious from his run. In the shower. And the next morning. God bless, Ibuprofen and hydration.

"That you did," Oliver agreed, with a half-smile and a fond look. "But I'm implementing a 2:1 rule. Two shots for me for every one of yours."

That worked for her. She hated when she was drunker than Oliver anyway. "I accept those terms." It was an excellent plan, as a matter of fact. Felicity reached for the hem of her shirt.

"Whoa! What are you doing?"

Felicity froze, her shirt falling from her fingers, taken aback by Oliver's reaction. It had been a long time since he hadn't wanted her to strip. "Uhhh…taking of my shirt." Cause…duh. "For body shots." Hadn't they agreed to this?

Oliver shook his head, mock despondent. "Felicity, my love, body shots are like a good relationship. They are all about the buildup."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Oh, so you're the expert now?"

"In relationships? No. In body shots?" Oliver shrugged. Then he gave her an arrogant wink that might have looked smarmy if he wasn't so damn adorable.

Felicity shook her head, but couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine. We'll do it your way."

"Thank you," Oliver nodded, graciously. "We'll start with level 1, if you will." He poured the shots and Felicity rolled her eyes, because how could she not, it was so ridiculous. But fun. So fun. Though, she was so high on life at the moment that breathing was fun.

Oliver took Felicity's left arm and ran his tongue delicately over the inside of her wrist. He then draped her arm over her left thigh so the back of her hand rested on his knee. He showered her inner arm with salt and placed a lemon wedge in her open palm.

"Now," Oliver presented his wrist, holding it up to Felicity's lips, "lick." His voice was rough and his eyes looked almost navy in the dim light. She did as she was instructed and he mirrored his arm with hers. "Now, take your glass with your right hand."

"I don't remember body shots being this complicated." Felicity didn't know if she was complaining or not. Nothing could bring her down at the moment, but she was awfully ready to be naked in his arms.

"We were already pretty drunk when we got to that point in Spain, so we may have skipped a few steps. Get ready to lick my wrist, then twine our arms and drink."

Felicity followed the instructions, because, well, still fun. Even romantic, in a smoking hot sorta way. They leaned over together and licked, taking much more time than they ever would have on their own skin. When they sat back up, they linked elbows and threw back the shot. Well, Oliver did, Felicity found it harder than it looked and spilled some of hers. Also his arm was unfairly longer and his bicep distracting and she was already giggling so…

The tequila was liquid fire, but definitely tasted so much better than any she'd had before. Oliver pressed his lemon between Felicity's lips before her head had cleared. Then he bent over and snatched his wedge from her palm with his teeth, which was rather hot, actually.

Felicity giggled as Oliver spit out his lemon, sending it flying off the side of the mat as she carefully dropped hers onto her palm. "This tequila is a hell of a lot better than Jose Cuervo. How did I not know this?"

Oliver shrugged. "We'll get some more so you can try it in your Green Arrow. Though, some people would say it was sacrilege to use Patron in a mixed drink." He winked at her and poured another shot. It seemed like tonight wasn't going to be one of those nights where he was constantly asking her to slow down with the drinking.

"Don't mock my Green Arrow. It's my signature drink."

"Oh. I'm not mocking it. It's delicious." Almost as if to demonstrate, Oliver leaned over and ran his tongue over Felicity's lips. "I may be mocking how often you make it."

"I'm working on my tolerance," Felicity told him airily, not appreciating the comment. "Someday, I might even catch up with you." Not only was that something that would never happen. It wasn't something she would ever try for.

"Let's not make that a goal," Oliver said, unknowingly echoing her thoughts. "My turn. Bite."

"Wh—"

Oliver presented her with the lemon, peel side toward her and pressed it between her lips. She clamped her teeth around it, purely on instinct. "This is body shots, sweetheart. Tip your head." Gently, he cupped Felicity's head and tilted it to the side so he could run his lips and tongue over her neck.

"Mmmm," Felicity hummed behind the lemon as his mouth and scruff scrapped her skin. She was wrong, the tequila wasn't fire. It was gasoline and his lips were the spark that ignited it.

Oliver smiled smugly as he sprinkled on the salt. "Ready…?" Then before Felicity could answer, his tongue was back on her skin and for far too short a time. He threw back his head and swallowed…God, the line of his throat…so gorgeous.

He leaned in, and though they had kissed a thousand times, Felicity's heart skipped a beat when he bit into the lemon held between her lips. They let go at the same time and the rind fell between them. Oliver's lips still right there.

"I like that," Felicity breathed. "Can we keep doing that?"

She could feel him chuckle as the air vibrated against her lips. "Yeah. We can." Then Oliver's tongue swept out and into her mouth, tasting of salt and lemon and excellent tequila, all of which she was quickly getting addicted to, especially when it came with Oliver's tongue. Felicity sucked on it, making him moan. Yup. Defiantly an addict now.

Felicity's head was swimming by the time Oliver whispered against her lips, "Now, we take our shirts off."

I'm just gonna stop there. Section redacted for sexual content see Archive of Our Own ( archiveofourown org/works/7931977/chapters/18128938) for full chapter.

Now that was how one did Post Engagement sex. Booyah.

She was only vaguely aware of being lifted off the bench and brought to the mat, of being laid down gently on the blanket she had brought for their picnic. Reaching out blindly, Felicity found Oliver's warm body next to hers and rolled half on top of him.

"Love you," Oliver murmured, one hand falling onto the back of her head and the other curling around her waist.

"Love you, too." Lord, he felt wonderful. "So glad…" Felicity couldn't hold back a yawn. "So glad you're going to marry me."

Felicity thought Oliver said, "Me too," but she must have drifted off, because the next thing she knew, she was jolting upright to the sound of Thea's screaming voice.

At first, Felicity thought it must be a bad dream. Then she realized the voice was coming from the intercom.

"Ollie! Where are you! And why is there a wolf keeping us from getting into the bunker?!"

It was followed by a distinctive growl, fiercer than any Felicity had heard before, then several loud, menacing barks.

"Jesus..." And that wasn't Thea. It was… "That's not a wolf. It's a fox. It's a Giant Wolf-Fox hybrid monster and it's gonna kill us!" That was Roy and it made Felicity smile, even though her friends may actually be in serious danger from Locksley. "Thea!"

It was at that point that Oliver burst out laughing. And the sound set off Felicity's giggles. She was probably still a little drunk.

Smiling, she lifted her head and looked at her gorgeous, happy fiancé. Oliver didn't seem to be at all concerned that their dog may be preparing to kill his sister and her boyfriend. "We should probably call off our guard dog."

"Guess the honeymoons over." Oliver nodded, but he was smiling as he said it.

That was okay. As far as Felicity was concerned, they had managed to not only get engaged without interruption, but they had also managed to have the best engagement sex anyone had ever had…ever. She was pretty much ready to handle anything the world threw at them.

"I'm rather partial to real life, anyway," Felicity responded with a contented sigh.

Oliver sat up, twinning their left hands and kissing Felicity's ring finger. "I'm good with anything as long as I'm with you."

"Sap."

"Ollie!"

On Monday, the morning of October 10, 2016, Star City Mayor, Oliver Queen, held a press conference. He introduced, Roger Harper, cousin of the infamous Roy Harper, as his new personal bodyguard. And if the bearded man looked suspiciously like his "cousin" no one seemed to care, because Mayor Queen was wearing a platinum band on his left hand and Palmer Tech CEO, Felicity Smoak, just to his right, was wearing the very same thee carat diamond she had worn all those months ago.

Mayor Queen made it very clear that he had not eloped, much to everyone's disappointment and relief (no one was okay with missing that wedding). But he was engaged again (and that meant a huge wedding that the entire West Coast was dying to see). The mayor explained that they would be seeing a lot of his new bling, because his lovely fiancé felt that it was sexist for just woman to have engagement rings.

They may have just started a trend.

Felicity's Green Arrow

1-part Tequila

1-part Blue Curacao

2-parts Midori Melon Liqueur

2-parts Lemonade

2-parts Sweet and Sour mix

Combine all ingredients in shaker.

Pour over ice.

Wait one minute for full green color to appear.

Thant's all, folks. I hope you liked it. Who am I kidding, I hope you loved it. Blood, sweat, and tears went into this smut, people. And more than anything I just hope you were able to picture the final scene in your heads. It was so hard to write.

But no matter what, I'm very glad I wrote this, so I'm grateful to everyone who put together the OFBB, inspiring this and so many other great stories and pieces of art. I so hope someone steps forward to do this again.

And for those of you who can (and do) drink, you have the Green Arrow just in time for the Season 5 premiere ;-). My husband and I spent a night, and a lot of wasted alcohol, to come up with it. It would have been a lot easier if Felicity didn't insist that it have tequila in it. And that it didn't have to be green.

Because stories have trouble just ending, I do have a head full of plot bunnies for this universe. I have a series called "When Locksely Met…", starting with Thea and Roy and covering a wide range of characters all the way up to and including a little Olicity baby.

An extra special thank you to Ireland1733 for all her awesome art and all her even more awesome support. And toFairytalehearts who went back and forth with me on this one a dozen times to try and make it work.

Thank you to everyone who as commented or kudoed. If you haven't already, it's never too late to share the love ;-)

Emmy