I know there are probably a lot of stories out there in this fandom that have probably wrote about 'the scene', and if you are an Arrow fan, you know what scene I'm talking about.

Anyway, I wanted to try my hand at this, and I hope there are none like this, and though I have checked, I may have overlooked some stories. Hey, it has happened before! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this one-shot!

SPOILERS FOR 2X23 BELOW!

Please remember to review at the end! :)

He quickly pushed her inside the house, and frowned as he heard her begin to fuss. He usually loved to hear her fuss and tell him off, but now was not the time.

"Oliver, what are we doing here? The whole city is falling apart." She rushed out, glaring at him as he closed the door behind them.

He reached forward and grasped her arm with his right hand, and led her further into the house. His heart began to pound into his ears, and he knew she was probably feeling the same, but for different reasons he was sure.

He inhaled deeply, trying to calm his heart and nerves. "I need you to stay here." He remarked, looking around them for anybody who would be in the house, and realized it was deserted.

"What?!" She nearly shouted, turning around to face him. "Why? You can't just ask me to…"

"I'm not asking." He interjected, firmly. He paused, gazing for a brief moment into her eyes, and felt his heart twinge in his chest. "I'll come and get you when this is over." He added, turning away from her to walk away.

"No." She stated, following him towards the door. She didn't want to leave him. She wanted to stay with him, and made sure that he was safe, and…

"Felicity…" He began as a warning, trying to get her to see reason.

"No, not until you tell me why?" She stated, nearly shouting, stopping when he turned around to look at her, or above her for a moment.

"Because I need you to be safe." He replied, finally moving his eyes to hers.

"I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you." She returned in a small whine voice, showing of her emotions for a moment. "And the others, unsafe." She quickly added, but he read between the lines.

He looked up above her, and sighed. "I can't let that happen." He stated, firmly, gazing into her eyes.

"Oliver," She began, pausing. Taking a deep breath, she reached forward with her right hand, and grabbed his upper left arm, and searched his eyes. "You're not making any sense." She added, still searching his eyes, feeling the tension building around them as she continued to gaze.

Oliver swallowed a few times, and got up his courage. "Slade took Laurel because he wants to kill the woman I love." He replied, hoping the courage to say what he needed to say.

"I know." Felicity replied, and he read her flicker of pain in her eyes. "So?" She asked, her voice shaking.

He inhaled deeply as he spoke the next words. "So, he took the wrong woman." He answered, holding her eyes.

Felicity's heart stopped as she took in his words. What could he possibly mean? What was he getting at? Her eyes widened slightly, and she blinked, as her mouth opened. "Oh," She replied, though it was low.

She held her breath for the words she had longed to hear, but feared at the same time. It was dangerous, she knew to have Oliver Queen's love, but she wanted it. Oh, God, did she want it.

Oliver searched her eyes, and felt his heart stop. Since the day she told him he deserved better, he had let his heart feel and beat for only one name: Felicity Smoak. He didn't plan on loving her, but he did, and with the city on fire around them, and Slade after the woman he loved, he was putting her dire jeopardy, even if he knew he needed to say the words.

He took a deep breathe, and searched her eyes as a tiny smile formed on his lips. "I love you." He whispered, breathlessly and with emotion.

Felicity felt her heart stop as she read his emotion in his eyes, and knew he was speaking the truth. She wanted to move. She had to move, but she couldn't. She didn't want to ruin the moment she had waited for, for a long time now.

Oliver smiled faintly, and stepped closer to her. Placing his right hand on her face, he leaned forward, and paused with only a few inches away from her mouth. He wanted to sell this moment, but he also wanted show Felicity that he wasn't playing with her emotions.

"Felicity…" He whispered, moving his eyes down to her lips, and smiled as they parted slightly, and he could feel her breathe as it escaped her lips. He stroked her face with his right thumb, and slowly closed the distance between them, and finally placed his lips onto hers.

He didn't know what to expect when he kissed her, at the very least, he expected his heart to race, but as his lips aligned with hers, he felt his blood pump faster, and his legs become stronger. His heart pounded in his ears, letting him know that this was something stronger than anything he had ever felt.

Felicity felt her body run as if sugar had invaded her blood, causing her heart to pound. She felt her lungs tighten, but she didn't care. She had wanted this, needed this.

His mouth opened slightly, but he didn't go deeper. He didn't want to. Slowly pulling back, he opened his eyes to find her eyes slowly opened, and her chest rising and falling very quickly. He smiled as he caressed her face, and searched her eyes.

Taking out the syringe, he placed it into her left hand, and held it there as he continued to smile at her. "Do you understand?" He asked, hoping she understand that he loved her, and he was risking everything to keep her safe.

Felicity searched his eyes, and read the emotion in them. A part of her hoped, when she felt the syringe in her hand, he meant what he said, but the insecure part, told her that he was playing her, but that was not the Oliver Queen she knew.

The Oliver Queen she knew would never play her, and the look in his eyes proved it. She reached up, tentatively, stroked his face with her right hand. "Yes," She whispered, nodding her head, and watched him smile.

Stroking her face one more time, he kissed her forehead, quickly, and moved away from her towards the door, leaving his heart with her.

As the door closed behind him, Felicity let out a breathy sigh to calm her heart, and quickly placed the syringe in the pocket of her jacket. Placing her right hand over her heart, she sighed once more. Oliver Queen had taken her heart, and left her with something else.

Hope.

Please be kind in the review!

I got to say, I had heart flutters when I wrote this scene, and that has not happened in a long time for me! :)

I hope you all enjoyed my little adventure into this fandom, (since this is my first shot at it). If you like it, I may write more in this fandom. It really depends on you, and if the muse strikes!

Until Next Time...