I think we can all agree that we need some serious Olicity after the US episode on 2/5. Here is the finale. Enjoy!

Oliver swooped down, grabbing Felicity and wrapping his arms around her, taking her towards the staircase.

"Wait," Felicity exclaimed.

Oliver looked at her, confused at her response. Had she changed her mind?

She smiled at him, giving him a quick peck and pushing herself away from him. "The food," she stated, moving over to the stove top, placing the pasta and sauce on the back burners, turning off all of the controls and then grabbing a hot pad to pull the mushrooms from the oven.

Oliver leaned back against the counter, taking it all in, smiling at the sight of Felicity performing such simple tasks with just her jeans and a bra on. "I could get used to this image," he teased her, coming up behind her once she had put down the tray of mushrooms.

She turned and gave him a bright smile, her face flushed. She gazed at his mouth, snaking her hands up around his neck again, pulling him down so their mouths could meet.

He swooped her up again, this time not stopping as he went up the staircase two steps at a time.

Felicity held on tight, reveling in the feel of a shirtless Oliver under her hands, her tongue tangling with his as he carried her into the large master bedroom. She felt herself being gently laid back onto the plush comforter, Oliver's mouth now creeping down her neck and collar bone as his hands worked to undo her jeans. He stepped back to pull them off, then stood there looking at her.

Her face was flushed, as she lay there with just her lace bra and panties on. Oliver thought she had never looked more beautiful or perfect. He watched as she sat up, her hands finishing the job she had started downstairs with his pants. They slid down his legs and he stepped out of them, leaving him standing there in only his boxer briefs.

He watched as Felicity stroked his erection through the layer of fabric, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation. His eyes shot back open as he felt her mouth close around him, sucking in air. He placed his hands on her head, marveling at how incredible her ministrations felt. He groaned out loud, feeling the first tinglings of his orgasm start.

"Stop," he choked out, pulling himself away from her mouth. She looked up at him, a frown of worry creasing her forehead. He leaned down, covering her mouth with his again, leading her up onto the bed so their bodies were now side by side as they wrapped their arms around each other, Felicity's worry quickly dissipating.

Oliver pulled back from the kiss, bringing one hand up to caress her face. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, rubbing a thumb gently against her lower lip.

"Did you not like what I was doing to you?" Felicity asked, uncertainty in her voice.

Oliver laughed softly, shaking his head and smiling. "I liked it too much, that was the problem," he answered. At the blush that crept up on her face he added, "I don't want this to be over before it started."

At that he leaned in to kiss her, first gently, then the kiss deepening as their hands were again all over each other.

Oliver quickly discarded Felicity's bra and panties, removing his own underwear as well in the process.

Felicity reached down, squeezing his hard ass, marveling at how perfect he was , scars and all.

"What?" Oliver asked. She realized too late that her mouth had betrayed her brain yet again, blushing at the fact that she had voiced her thoughts out loud about his body. She put her mouth on his, not knowing what else to do. Her comments were quickly forgotten as they rolled so Oliver was over her.

He started moving his mouth down her body, kissing and licking down to first one breast, then the other as his hands crept down to her thighs. He once again ran his hand up her leg until his thumb grazed against her heat. Felicity let out a low moan as Oliver kissed down her stomach.

Realizing he was continuing down further, she looked down, her jaw dropping as she watched him place his mouth on her, his tongue lapping as he slowly pushed first one, then two fingers into her, setting a slow, tortuous rhythm.

"Oh God, Oliver," she gasped, grabbing at his hair as he moved his tongue along her. She felt the heat building in her, starting where Oliver's mouth was working its magic and spreading out to the rest of her body.

He could feel her legs tensing, knowing he was bringing her close to the edge. He reached up with his free hand, massaging her breasts, picking up his rhythm in and out of her.

Felicity cried out his name as her whole body shattered, the orgasm bringing wave after wave of ecstasy throughout her entire being. She felt Oliver slow his tongue and fingers, now kissing his way back up her body. He came face to face with her watching the flush of her face and thinking she had never looked more beautiful. He told her as much, causing her to bury her face into his neck shyly.

He held her to him, happily surprised when she started to kiss his neck and ear, her hand finding him still stiff with desire. He kissed her full on the mouth then, moaning at the sensations her hand was causing as she slowly stroked him. He finally pulled back, looking her in the eyes.

"I want to be in you," he said, breath coming in quick pants. She nodded her head quickly. Oliver got up and grabbed his overnight bag, ripping it open, yanking clothes out left and right, finally locating what he was looking for. He turned back towards the bed, tearing the small square open.

"Wait," Felicity said, on her knees now, reaching for the condom. "Let me do it."

Oliver's mouth went dry as he watched her pull the sheath from its wrapping, then closed his eyes as he felt her roll it onto his long, hard member. When it was all the way down to the base he reached out to grab her, pulling her up to cover her mouth with his, his tongue plunging deep. He leaned her back, setting himself between her legs, reaching down with one hand to stroke her gently.

"God, Felicity, you are so wet," he marveled, pulling his hand back and positioning his erection at her hot entrance. He hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with her.

"I love you," he whispered as he slowly eased into her, never breaking their gaze. When he was fully settled in her he held as still as possible, worried he might be hurting her at how tight she felt. It was heaven for him, but he wanted to make sure she felt pleasure as well. She started shifting her hips up underneath him, and they started a slow pace, their mouths joining again. Oliver moaned, overwhelmed by the feel of her around him.

Felicity felt the familiar tingling start again where she and Oliver were joined, surprised that she was being brought back to the edge so quickly. He felt so big at first, but so right at the same time. She had never imagined this could feel so incredible, or how Oliver seemed to be able to play her body like an instrument, his every touch sending little jolts through her.

She felt his pace quicken just slightly as he moved his mouth down to take one peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue darting out in time with his thrusts. Felicity felt herself edging closer and closer to another release.

"Oliver, I think," she stuttered, "oh God, I'm going to..."

She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as she exploded. Oliver felt her shatter, her walls pulsating around him, triggering his own release that he had been trying to hold off as long as possible, never wanting the moment to end.

He kissed her deeply as their breathing finally started to go back to normal, the final remnants of their simultaneous climax dissipating. Felicity tightened her arms around his neck.

"Thank you," she said shyly, in awe of what had just happened. She had fantasized about Oliver on many occasions, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. He squeezed her tightly, burying his face in her hair that had come loose at some point during their love making. He inhaled deeply, amazed at how incredible she smelled. He noticed just then a dried splatter of brownie mix in her hair, laughing as he pointed it out to her.

She had completely forgotten about the mix and dinner, remarking that she should probably shower to clean up.

At the mention of a shower she saw Oliver's eyes darken with passion again. "Join me," she said, getting up off of the bed and pulling a dazed Oliver behind her, grabbing another metallic square as they passed his bag that had clothes strewn all around it. She tauntingly held it up for him to see, noticing that he was already getting hard again.

They washed each other gently, touching and exploring every part in the process. Oliver took her again, this time more slowly, up against the shower wall. The different angle brought them both to orgasm again, the mood still playful as they tried to finish their shower before all of the hot water ran out.

After donning some robes they went back downstairs, Felicity heating up the food that had now cooled for them to finally have dinner. The closeness they had just experienced up in the master suite continued throughout the rest of the evening, with the night culminating in a viewing of "The Notebook" in the downstairs theater room, which ended up with Oliver and Felicity naked again, the movie ending completely missed. After, with Felicity dozing quietly against Oliver in the theater style recliner, he wrapped her in a warm quilt, carrying her up to the master bedroom again where they both fell asleep quickly after exhausting themselves with the events of the evening.

A few hours later Felicity awoke, at first confused at where she was, but then remembering, a smile spreading across her face as she reached next to her, searching for Oliver. Her hand only finding an empty pillow, she sat up, spotting him standing at the window, the snow still falling outside.

Oliver, now clad in just his boxers, turned as he heard her get out of the bed and approach him. She wore just his t-shirt and panties, with the shirt hanging half way down her thighs, her hair messed from sleep. He gave her a sad smile, opening his arms to her, thinking he had never seen anyone so beautiful.

"Are you okay?" she asked, noting the slightly pained look on his face. Oliver leaned down, kissing her on the forehead.

"Just a nightmare, but I'm okay now," he lied, turning back to look out the window.

"The island?"

Oliver sighed heavily, not wanting to lie to Felicity, but hesitating. She sensed his hesitation, worried she was prying, willing herself to be patient with him after everything he had been through.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me," she said, hugging him closer.

"It's not," he started, not sure how to express what he was feeling. "It wasn't about the island," he said, placing his hand under her chin to bring her gaze up to his. "It was about the night in the warehouse with Slade," he said, the pain evident on his face. He had been so close to losing both Felicity and his sister that night, as well as his own life. He knew he brought an added level of danger to anyone close to him, and it was the fear of those he loved being hurt that pained him.

Felicity, not understanding the source of his concern, wrapped her arms around him tightly, trying to comfort him. "I wish it would have ended another way where you wouldn't have lost your friend," she said.

Oliver was taken back by her comment, realizing her mistaken thinking. "No, Felicity, the only other way that night would have ended was with you or Thea dead, and I never could have lived with myself if that had happened," he stated a bit harshly, the fear of that night clear in his eyes.

"Hey, it's okay," she replied, trying to calm him. "Thea and I are fine, you're fine, and it's over and behind us, okay?"

"I know, but..." he started, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to find the right words to express his greatest fears to her.

"Oliver," she said quietly, bringing his attention back to her. "I know that there is always going to be a risk to what we do, especially what you do. But that is a risk I am willing to take to help you do all of the good that keeps our city safe. And yes," she continued, looking down at his chest, tracing his tattoo absentmindedly, "you could push me away to distance me from you to keep me safe, but that would not change how I feel about you, or my desire to help you. We are a team, partners, and I truly feel like we are better together than we are apart." She raised her eyes back up to him again, trying to gauge his reaction to her words.

He was dumbstruck, amazed that Felicity knew him so well and what his fears were. He felt so blessed to have her in his life, helping him stay grounded and on the road of redemption that he had started the moment he had stepped off the island. He had started to go down a very dark path at first, but with her love and encouragement he had been able to right the ship, so to speak, and put their team on a worthy path meant for real heroes.

Looking at her, knowing that all of the pain and agony he had experienced on the island and in losing Tommy and Slade had led him to this point, he decided now was the time to explain to Felicity his real reason for bringing her here to the lake cabin. He hadn't been sure if he would find the right moment, but he realized that this was the exact moment he had been waiting for. "Wait one second," he said to her, causing her to frown slightly in confusion. She watched as he stepped over to the dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer of the large antique jewelry box on top of it, and pulling out a small box. He turned back to her, coming up in front of her, then dropping down on one knee, opening the box. Felicity felt butterflies in her stomach, wondering if she was dreaming or not.

"Why?" she asked, catching Oliver off guard before he was able to form the words that had been floating in his head for the last week. He tilted his head at her in that way he always did when she said something completely unexpected. Before he could respond she continued. "I mean, why did you even ask me to help you that night you were shot? I am a nobody from the IT department who trusted you, purely on instinct, getting you the information you wanted when you needed it, then helping you in your quest to make right the wrongs done by your father, but you didn't have to choose me. You could have asked anyone to help you who is good with computers, and I'm sure they all would have been happy to help you; someone smarter, and prettier, and more confident, and more worldly..."

"Felicity!" Oliver said loudly, pulling himself up to be at eye level with her. "Do you know that you were the first person I had met after coming back from the island who didn't look at me with pain or sympathy for what I had been through! Everybody else, even my mother and sister, even Diggle in the beginning, looked like they expected me to crumble into a sobbing heap. And the sad part was that at first that was exactly what I wanted to do; until I met you. You were like a breath of fresh air, and the more I was around you, the more I craved your company. You made me feel like 'me' again. And I don't mean the asshole playboy I tried to be before the island. I mean the confident, cocky kid who felt like I could do anything, who wanted to contribute to the greater good of the world."

Felicity was stunned, and humbled, by his words. She stepped forward, tears filling her eyes as they mirrored the love and respect she saw in his gaze.

"So that's why," he said, pulling the ring from the box. "This belonged to my grandmother, and before she died when I was 19, she gave it to me. She told me there would be a time when I would find myself standing before someone who loved me, respected me, trusted me, and made me a better human being. When that day came, she told me I better not beat around the bush or take my time snatching that person up, or someone else would come around and see them for all that they were. You are that person for me, Felicity," he said, slipping the ring onto her finger. He wasn't surprised to see it fit perfectly.

"Marry me, Felicity. Be not only my partner in saving Starling City, but be my partner in life. I don't want to do any of it without you," he finished, wiping the lone tear that had run down her cheek.

Felicity looked at the beautiful diamond solitaire ring, struck speechless by what it symbolized, as well as Oliver's words. "Yes," she said quietly.

"Really?" Oliver asked, still amazed that she could love him after all she knew about him.

"Yes," she stated more firmly, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, trying to convey to him all the love and trust in her heart.

It was over an hour later before they could think coherently, their bodies intertwined among the bedding, slick with sweat. Felicity had never been more happy or hopeful for the future.

As for Oliver, the night had always been the hardest time of day for him after the island, the loneliness and helplessness creeping in on him when he would least expect it. But now, he knew he would never have to face the night alone. There would still be fear and danger, but with Felicity by his side, they could face anything.

That is the end of my story. Again, thank you for reading, and please review. I have my next Olicity fan fic rumbling around in my head and will be posting the beginning of it soon, so be sure to favorite me as an author so you see it right away when it gets posted. It will pick up at the end of last night's US episode. I feel as though the gauntlet has been thrown down by the Arrow writing staff, and am ready for the challenge of taking the current storyline and using it to bring our favorite super hero and his blonde side-kick together again. Hope you enjoyed!