Okay Oliciters, here it is. The final chapter of An Arrows Speed. Leave a review and let me know what you think. I hope you have a Merry Christmas and enjoy the smut I felt weird writing.

Felicity looked herself over in the mirror, she hadn't felt this good for weeks. Dressed in a cobalt blue, long sleeve dress that's asymmetric neckline hid everything she didn't want to be reminded of. She was wearing makeup, her hair was done, she felt like her old self, but better, because she knew she was wearing this dress for Oliver.

Oliver waited outside her bedroom door, eager but nervous. He was eager because he couldn't wait to see her all dressed up, she'd been so happy and excited all day about their date tonight, but Oliver was nervous it would all be too much for her.

"Oliver," Felicity said as she swung the door open to reveal herself. "It's perfect." She smiled, doing a twirl and taking hold of his hands. He couldn't believe his eyes, she looked amazing. She always looked amazing, he thought, correcting himself. But the way she wore the dress he'd picked out for her made her look even better. He wanted to give her everything, anything she wanted.

"You look beautiful, Felicity." Oliver pulled her closer and dropped her hands so her could cup her face. His lips met hers gently and she rested her hands on his chest to steady herself, even though her an Oliver had kissed quite a few times now, the heady dopamine trip it gave her always managed to weaken her body. With one last peck at her lips, Oliver pulled back. "You ready?"

Oliver and Diggle hadn't let one clue slip or given one hint away when Felicity tried to work out where they were taking her. She was sitting in the back seat of Oliver's car, her hand in his and they drove into the night. They drove out of the city and into the suburban areas of Starling and just when she thought they were about to stop at a little string of boutique style restaurants along the border of Starling, they kept driving. It wasn't until about twenty minutes later that they were driving up a quiet dirt road that was lined with tall trees and a stone fence.

"Almost there," Oliver squeezed her hand and she smiled up at him then looked back out the window. A moment later, Felicity started to see a few garden lights up ahead, as they drove closer she noticed an old iron gate guarding the prettiest cottage she'd ever seen.

"Oliver," she gasped, taking in the old brick cottage. It had a wrap around veranda and lights above each glass window. She looked across the front lawn, noticing a sign. Riverstate Cottage and Guest House.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Oliver said as the gates opened for them. "The food is amazing here." He looked at her awestruck expression and chuckled, reaching over her to undo her seat belt. "There aren't too many guests, it's quiet and away from everyone. I thought you'd like it."

"It's so pretty, Oliver. It looks like a fairytale cottage." She said as he helped her out of the car. She watched as Diggle moved around to the trunk and pulled out two weekender bags. "Is that…" She trailed off, recognizing one of the bags in his hands. "My bag?"

"I packed it for you last night while you were out cold." Oliver smirked deviously, "I called Thea to check I'd packed everything a girl could need."

Felicity stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, "Thank you, Oliver." She couldn't believe how lucky she'd gotten with him.

"I'll leave you two to it," Diggle said, handing the bags over to Oliver. "Call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, Dig." Oliver said and Felicity gave him a hug before he climbed back into the car.

Inside, the house was like one of the dolls houses Felicity remembered playing with when she was little. The walls were wall papered, there were flowers everywhere and the floors were timber and smooth to walk on.

"You'll be in room 3B, Mr. Queen." The man behind the counter said, handing him the key while another man took the bags from Oliver. "Your table is ready also."

"Great." Oliver said, taking Felicity's hand and leading her into the dining room. It was only small, but it was cozy. There were a few other couples there, mostly older, just enjoying each other's company.

They were seated at the table in the center back of the room by a curved window that over looked the back garden and small fountain. Felicity couldn't wait to look around outside.

"This place is perfect, Oliver." Felicity said, "How did you find this place?"

A strange look crossed his face and he looked down at his hands for a moment. "My mother showed it to me when I was a teenager."

"Oh, Oliver," She reached across the table and took his hand, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay, I just had to think about it for a second. I forgot she showed me here." He said and let out a breath, "Whenever Thea or I were in the news under less than desirable reasons, my mother would take us here. The staff here never ousted us, they've always been very respectful. My father used to be friends with the owner."

Felicity nodded, glad that he hadn't told her it was one of his trusty romantic getaway places where he'd taken his previous pursuits. She knew he'd been with a lot of women and she was okay with that, but she didn't want to hear about it or meet any more of them.

"Are you hungry?" Oliver asked and Felicity pulled herself from her thoughts.

She nodded, "Starving. What do you recommend from the menu?"

"The spaghetti and meatballs is pretty good."

Yum, Felicity mouthed and Oliver smirked at her. She was the most adorable creature to have walked the planet; he'd wished he'd known her when he was a teenager. Maybe she could have talked some sense into him and maybe their lives would have ended up much better.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter approached the table and Oliver and Felicity ordered their meals, their eyes only on each other. The truth was, Oliver couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen after dinner and Felicity couldn't wait to show Oliver the sexy lace underwear she had on under her dress.

When their meals arrived they ate slowly, mainly because Felicity was trying to explain the backstory to the episodes of Revenge she'd made Oliver endure the night before. Oliver didn't mind the show, but what he liked about last night more was feeling Felicity fall asleep on his shoulder.

"You were right about the spaghetti." Felicity said, finishing the last of her drink.

"I know." Oliver said, putting his napkin down. He'd ordered the exact same thing, it was a favorite of his. "You want to have a look around?"

"Look, there's ducks!" Felicity pointed, holding onto Oliver's arm as they walked along side the pond in the back garden of the cottage. "They're so cute!" She chimed, "Look at them!"

"Have you ever tried peeking duck?" Oliver asked, riling her up.

She nudged him gently, "Oliver!"

"I'm joking." He said, "I've never eaten a duck."

"Good." Felicity nodded, watching one small duck float past them. It was only a baby and was brown and fluffy. "Oh my god, this makes me want to live on a farm."

"You'd give up a stable internet connection for one of them?" Oliver asked, loving how excited Felicity was. He wondered how he'd react if he got her a kitten or a puppy.

"I love animals," She shrugged, "I used to have a beagle when I was little. Yoda, its name was."

"Yoda?" Oliver smirked, "You called your poor dog Yoda?"

"Hey," she stopped and snaked her arms around his back, "He was a very wise dog, what else was I going to name him? Scruff?"

Oliver wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her close. "I don't know," he chuckled, "I never had a pet growing up." He said, "Never heard someone name their dog Yoda." He rested his chin on the top of her head, "I bet the little guy was cute though." He said, "Like you."

"Are you trying to charm me, Oliver Queen?" Felicity asked, pulling away to look at him.

"Maybe," He watched her, "Is it working?"

Felicity stood on her toes and gave him a soft kiss, "I'm pretty sure you charmed me that day you asked me to fix your laptop."

Oliver laughed, "I'm so glad Walter sent me to your office." He looked down at her; her beautiful blue eyes were glowing from the reflection of the pond nearby. He wanted to look into them for the rest of his life. He could get lost in them if he looked long enough.

"Me too," She whispered and rested her head on his chest. "Seems like we were meant to meet."

His hands moved up to the back of her head and he lightly pulled her hair to bring her eyes back to him. "I love you, Felicity."

She smiled, "I love you too."

He and captured her lips in his; his hands snaking up her back and she felt the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her dress. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands ran up and down her back, pulling her closer, trying to get as close to her as he could.

"Want to see our room?" Oliver whispered between kisses and Felicity chuckled, even though her heart was pounding so hard she swore she could hear it.

"Has anyone every told you how smooth you are, Oliver?" She reached behind her for one of his hands.

"Come on, cheeky." He pursed his lips and pulled her back through the garden and inside. As they walked down the hallway towards their room, Oliver hoped it was set up the way he'd told the staff to. He wanted it to be special for him and Felicity, every last detail had to be perfect.

He took a deep breath as he opened the door for Felicity and she gasped as she stepped inside. Thank god. He thought. The room Oliver had chosen for them was small and intimate. It was dimly lit, the bed to their right had been turned down, rose petals on the sheets, a chocolate on each pillow and on the bedside table sat an ice bucket with a large pint of Ben n' Jerry's in it. There was soft music playing and the curtains were drawn giving them the privacy they needed.

"Oh, Oliver," Felicity murmured, taking it all in. He did all this, for me? She thought, but she couldn't believe it. She was Felicity Smoak, the girl who was always last to be picked for everything, who was never made a fuss of. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Oliver watched as she looked around the room, the bathroom door was open, and he hoped the bath was still warm enough to get in. He looked at Felicity and scooped her hand up in his, leading her to the bathroom. There were candles everywhere in the bathroom, along the sink, the edge of the bath, by the door, along the bottom of the window, everywhere. And, Oliver noticed, there was steam coming from the bath that had rose petals floating softly in it.

"Do you like it?" Oliver asked, suddenly nervous, "It's too much isn't it?" His jaw tensed, "I didn't mean to push you, Felicity, I-"

"Sshh," She placed her long, pale index finger over his lips and shook her head slowly. "I love it."

Her finger, still on his lips, slowly dragged down, over his chin, his throat and to the top button of his shirt. He felt his pants grow tighter. As she undid each button his shirt, he watched her with hooded eyes. He wanted her; he wanted to take her here against the wall, right now. But he also wanted to wait; he wanted to seduce her even though he was pretty sure that he was the one being seduced at the moment.

She pushed open his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders as she inspected his chest with her hands and lips. Starting at his collarbone she moved along to one shoulder and pressed soft kisses on his scarred skin. Her kisses were like tranquilizers. Relaxing each part of his body that her lips touched.

Felicity kicked off her shoes as her hands explored his chest further. Over his pecks and down his hard abs, past his belly button and down to his belt buckle where her hands took hold.

"Turn around," Oliver ordered, his voice thick with desire.

She let go of his belt and did as told, that's when she felt his hands on her back, working the zip on her dress down. He pushed each sleeve off and replaced them with a kiss and the further down he pushed her dress off, the harder he grew.

She stepped out of her dress, pooled at her feet and reached around her back, undoing the clasp of her lacy white bra. His eyes travelled down her back and over her round, perfect ass that was only just covered in a lace piece of fabric that Oliver was suddenly quite jealous of. She turned around, her breasts on full display as Oliver tried to keep his hanging jaw closed.

With her eyes set on his, she worked his belt and pants off, leaving them both in their underwear. Felicity couldn't stop thinking about finally giving herself to Oliver as his hands ran down her sides and his thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties. He pushed the thin lace over her ass and down. His lips brushed the warm erect peaks of her nipples and he backed her up against the bathroom counter and sunk to his knees.

Felicity's breath caught in her throat as she steadied her self on the counter behind her. She could feel his breath on her as he inched closer and closer to her heat. His hands ran up the backs of her legs, tickling her slightly until they reached her soft round ass. Pulling her towards him, he lifted one leg over her shoulder while he cupped her ass and kissed the small dip next to each of her hipbones.

He could see that she was nervous, but he knew she wanted what he did. He pressed one soft kiss to her apex and looked up at her. Her big blue eyes were drooped as they looked down at him, the wetness of her folds only enticed him to go further. He kissed her once more but lingered this time, running his tongue up and down the small bundle of nerves between her legs. The first moan escaped her lips.

Felicity's world was spinning, every flick of Oliver's tongue jolted her into a new dimension of bliss and warmth and excitement. His tongue moved faster and faster, moving with the rhythm of Felicity's rapid heart beat and with one hand pulling gently at his hair and the other holding herself up, Felicity felt the tremors that ran through her body.

He kissed his way past her hips, over her stomach, around each breast and up her neck. "Ready for a bath?" He whispered, wondering if his teasing was actually teasing him more than it was her.

Felicity could only muster a nod as Oliver helped her into the tub and sank in behind her. She rested against his chest, running her hands over his legs as she watched the rose petals move around them.

"This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, Oliver." Felicity said, gesturing to the room. The candles made the room smell heavenly and the rose petals and the water helped to calm her nerves.

He brushed her hair to one side and kissed her temple. "I owed you this, Felicity." His large hands wrapped around her waist and she turned her head towards him, regarding him in confusion. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

She drew in a breath, her heart pounding heavily inside of her. How did I get so lucky, she wondered. "You're the best that's ever happened to me too." She rolled over, her chest meeting his. From his ribs and up, his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the bath. She moved onto her knees and took the small bottle of body wash from the side of the bath and pumped some into her hands. He watched curiously wondering if she was going to wash herself in front of him. He liked the idea of that. She rubbed her soapy hands together to create suds and he watched her breasts bounce gently as she moved. He was so hard; he didn't know how long he could continue watching her like this without touching her.

Her hands moved to his chest. Smoothly running her soft hands over his scars, his muscles, his tattoos. In round motions she rubbed his chest and he felt her hands move down his abdomen and sink into the water. That's when her hand closed over him, taking his long, thick cock in both hands.

He clenched his teeth, his jaw straining as he felt the sensations he hands gave him. She was gentle but firm with him and while he the shots of pleasure took over his lower half, his eyes got to enjoy the view of Felicity's upper half. He reached out and cupped her breast and she pushed her chest into his hand. He leaned forward, he just wanted to be closer to her, he needed to be.

She pumped her hand up and down, getting faster and faster as Oliver pinched and flicked her pink pointed nipples.

"Felicity," Oliver gasped, his free hand reaching for her waist and his eyes moving to hers, "I need you," he said, his other hand now closing around her waist, pulling her on top of him. She let go of his shaft and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Let me take you to bed."

Felicity nodded and rocked her heat against Oliver before she stood and stepped out of the bath. He watched the beads of water drip down her cleavage as he climbed out of the bath. He took her hand in his and led her out of the room and towards the large, petal covered bed.

"Get in," He ordered, and followed her onto the bed and under the soft white sheets. The sheets felt cool against her warm skin and she liked how soft they felt. No sooner had her head hit the pillow that Oliver was looming over her, making her breath quicken.

His hand ran down her side to her leg to the back of her knee. He pulled on it tightly and she brought it up against his hip. Oliver loved the way Felicity looked at the moment. Her hair sprayed out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes staring back at him under a heated gaze, he wanted this moment to last forever. Felicity could see that he was taking his time, but she wanted him so badly that if he didn't move faster she would climb on top of him herself.

His hand moved up to stroke her face and he kissed her, tugging her lower lip into his mouth, battling her tongue and taking breaths only when he absolutely had to. She felt him line himself up with her heat and just as she thought he was about to enter her, he let his pulsing member rub over her wet folds. It felt so good.

Back and forth, he moved himself over her, watching her lips part and form a loose 'o' shape. He brought himself back to her center and locked eyes with her as he pushed in. She felt herself slowly filling, expanding to fit Oliver. His size was impressive and bigger than anything she'd ever experienced before.

They both let out satisfied sighs as he filled her completely and his forehead moved to rest on hers as she adjusted. "Are you okay?" Oliver whispered and Felicity nodded.

"I'm more than okay." She kissed him gently before rocking her hips backwards slightly. Oliver felt her tight walls move around him. She was the perfect fit. He started to move, bringing his hips back and forward slowly while running soft kisses along Felicity's pale neck. When both of her legs wrapped around his back, he started to move faster and harder.

"Oh," Felicity moaned, "Olivier,"

He loved the way his name sounded when it came from her. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her up, rolling himself onto his back so she got a turn on top and the vision of her, naked, face doused in pleasure, lips contorted in passion, her breasts bouncing as she moved on top of him, it was a sight he'd never tire of. She pushed down on his chest as she rode him, grinding her hips in a forward motion. She felt every inch of him stroking her g-spot and she felt herself building.

"Fuck," Oliver moaned, "Felicity," He said when she leaned back to create a new angle, "Yes," He couldn't stop his emotions from pouring out of him. She was perfect.

She leant forward, her breasts brushing against his as she gave him a soaring kiss as she continued to grind on his hard, filling member. His hands snaked around her back as he sat up, bringing them both into a sitting position and for once making Felicity's height just a smidgen taller than Oliver. He moved his large strong hands to her hips and lifted her up and down, using his strength to guide her. She could feel her body speaking to her, telling her that she was about to explode. She felt the heat crawl over her skin, the tingles climb her spine and her release escape her sex. "Oh!" She called as she came and just the tightening of her walls around his hard cock made him come close behind her.

"Felicity," He moaned, his sweat-clad head dropping between her breasts. "You're amazing." He whispered and she giggled, his breath against her chest tickled her skin. They stayed like that, him still inside of her while they each basked in the glory of pleasure. His fingers trailed down her long, silky smooth back to the sheets that pooled around her ass. He lifted them to her waist and used them to pull her on top of him as he fell back onto the bed.

"Oliver," She giggled, enjoying the strange feeling of their sudden movement while he was still inside of her. She lifted herself up, letting Oliver slide himself out of her and she dropped down beside him. "That was so much better than every fantasy I ever had about you, put together." She said and Oliver turned his head, his brow raised.

"You had fantasies about me?" God, she's sexy, he thought.

"Oh, please, like you didn't know." She wrapped her hand around his and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well, I had fantasies about you." Oliver said, hoping she would open up if he would. "I'll tell mine if you tell yours."

Felicity's cheeks started to flush again and Oliver rolled onto his side and wrapped himself around her.

"Tell me," He said, nudging her lightly.

She rolled her eyes, "They're stupid."

"No they're not."

She smirked at him and bit her lip, "Fine." She said, "But don't laugh." She brought her hand up to stroke his shoulder, "Or I won't ever tell you any of my fantasies ever again, okay?"

"Deal."

Felicity let out a breath and Oliver waited eagerly, "Well, there's this one which seems to be a reoccurring dream where, we're at work." She swallowed, "You and I, and we get stuck in the elevator and you try to lift me to the roof so we can get out and we both fall over and then we kinda, um," Felicity looked away, she couldn't believe she was telling him this, "take each others clothes off and have our way with each other."

Oliver looked at her, his mouth gaping wide.

Shit, she worried, "Say something, Oliver."

"That's um," He was lost for words, "Really hot," he felt himself getting hard again. "Felicity."

"Alright, I told you mine, tell me yours." She ordered, trying to shift the spotlight.

"Hmm, I don't know which one to tell you about." He said and her mouth dropped open.

He's got more than one? She thought, dumbstruck.

"Ah, I know." He smiled, "There's this one where I break my computer," he takes in her look of shock, "complete accident,"

"Sure," she said disbelivingly.

"And you come in with our morning coffees and you put them down on my desk and try to fix the computer." He said, "I stand up and take my coffee and let you sit and fix the thing and as I go to put the coffee back on the desk, I accidently spill it." He looked up at her mischievously, "on your dress."

"You pour scolding hot coffee on me?" Felicity teased, "That's a way to a girls heart."

"It's ice coffee." He said, defending himself and laughing.

"Mmhmm." She chimed.

"Anyway, because your dress is all ruined, I help you take it off and then one thing moves to the next and we have sex on my desk."

Felicity was so turned on, but she tried hard not to show it. Was it too soon to jump his bones again? She wondered.

"I've always wanted to do it on your desk." She said, bringing her hand up to play with his hair.

"There's plenty of opportunities to do that when you come back to work." He ducked his head to kiss her neck. "If that's what you want."

She nodded, "It is," she said, "but on one condition."

Oliver waited for her to continue, he'd give her anything she wanted.

"You put some curtains up in your office." She said, a mischievous grin slipping over her lips.

"You got it." He circled her waist and pulled her on top of him. "I have a condition too."

"Of me coming back to work?" Felicity asked, and Oliver shook his head.

"No, of us being together." He said, tucking her hair over her shoulder and hoping that doing so would calm his nerves and distract him from what he was about to say.

"What is it?"

"We move in together." He said and he heard to small intake of breath and the surprised look on her face. I'm pushing it, he thought. She thinks we're moving too fast.

"Where?" She asked, "Who's place?"

Oliver let out a shaky breath, at least she was considering it. "We'll get our own place, somewhere we both like."

"Can we get a pet?" She asked excitedly, "Pleaseeeeee." She dragged the word out and looked down at him innocently.

"As long as you don't name it something strange." He said and she agreed.

"Let's name it Google." She claimed and he shook his head laughing.

"I love you, Felicity Smoak."

She rested her head between his shoulder and neck and cured her hand around his. "I love you too, Oliver."