Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or its characters, DC Comics/WB and CW does, but this plotline is all mine! And here's the last installment of this brainchild of mine, so enjoy!

Dinner had been a pleasant affair, and how could it not be? Raisa's cooking was out of the world, and Felicity had asked Oliver three times already if she could adopt Raisa.
Though, at the beginning of dinner, there had been a bit of awkwardness all around about settling in…to be honest, it started almost immediately after Felicity's insurance kiss from Oliver.
They had been in the den, looking each other in the eye very very romantically, when Felicity's brain-to-mouth filter had decided to mock her once again, and out from her mouth had come "what now?"

Oliver had breathed out a laugh before extending his hand to her and beckoning her to the dining room. There, they had found the table decked in candles, with an honest-to-goodness food trolley to the side, which was filled with several dishes, with sticky notes on them designating which one was the menu for which course. They'd taken it in good humor, and sat down.
At first the conversation had been a bit stilted, as they had both been a bit nervous about the do-over date, but eventually they found their groove. Felicity started talking about how her assistant had mixed up her order for coffee, and had come weeping to her, begging her not to fire him, and from there, somehow they had moved to the first time Oliver had seen a horror movie (against the advice of his mother) and had spent the next three months sleeping in his parents' bedroom, and the subsequent three bribing Thea to sleep in his bedroom. And so they had talked, sharing stories and laughing and sympathizing over some of the most delicious food and a vintage port wine.

It wasn't until they were feasting on the decadent dark-chocolate gateau that Oliver remembered the list Roy had slipped to Felicity. "So, what did that list say?", he asked her, causing her to look up at him confusedly. "You know, the list Roy gave to you, about things we aren't allowed to do in front of them?", he clarified, watching raptly, as her eyes first widened, and then she started choking.

Oliver reached over to pat her back, and handed her a glass of water. "Thanks", she replied hoarsely, gulping the water ravenously. "And nothing you need to worry about"

"It involves me, so yes, I need to worry about it", Oliver insisted, quite enjoying the way Felicity was blushing.

"Well, it takes two to tango, and if I don't tango, then we can't tango at all.", she replied, gesturing with her hands. "Well, not tango tango. Because, I can. Tango, I mean."
At Oliver's interested look, she added, "My mom had a ballroom phase, and she made me take classes when I was 14. Her phase died down when our instructor Roberto turned out to be happily married, with two mistresses on the side, but I got an eca out of the bargain, so yay me!", Felicity finished, fist-pumping the air lamely.

For a moment, just a moment, Oliver stared at her blankly. Then he said, "Felicity? You're remarkable"
"Thank you for remarking on it", she replied fondly, remembering the last time he had said those words to her.

"But despite your very…fascinating story, I still want to see that list", Oliver replied, refusing to get derailed.
"No", she replied quickly, and firmly. "Absolutely not"
"Fe-li-ci-ty", Oliver said, staring right at her, slowly enunciating each syllable. "Please"
"No fair", Felicity pouted. "You can't just make that face at me and say please. You know I can't say no to you when you say my name like that!"
"I know", Oliver chuckled slowly, extending his hand to slowly caress her cheek-reveling in the fact that now he could do that whenever he wanted. "And I love you for it"
"Fine", Felicity huffed, handing over the list to him, staring into her wine glass as if it held all the answers of the universe.

Oliver slowly unfolded the paper and squinted to make sense of the gibberish scribbling that Roy tried to pass off as handwriting.
The list, as it was, was mostly written by Roy with amendments by Thea (in purple ink) and Sara, and one note by Barry at the bottom of the page, which simply said: Same conditions apply for when you guys are visiting or helping us over at Star Labs or Central City-B.
The list itself was very straightforward (and detailed)-

THINGS OLIVER AND FELICITY AREN'T ALLOWED TO DO AROUND TEAM ARROW

No making out in the foundry, or in front of team members. (One kiss, no tongue, is allowed before missions-Sara)

No make-ups or breakups in front of team members (It just sucks is super awkward and no one wants to take sides-Sara)

No cutesy nicknames, please. (Cutesy nicknames are so 2008-Thea)

No sexual activity of any kind around team members, or in the Foundry. Especially not in the foundry.
You shall not contaminate the practice mats, or walls, or showers, or the bed in the Arrow cave. Basically, any and all vertical and horizontal surface is off limits.(The salmon ladder is off limits too, no matter how much Felicity may drool over Oliver while he's playing monkey man-Thea)

No talks about Felicity's 'cycle', or your 'bedroom schedule'

Please don't let us see either one of you half-naked or in your underwear. (Ever. Or ever again, in case of Ollie-in underwear I mean, because you do tend to walk around half naked all the time around the foundry when Felicity is there, and I have a feeling no amount of pleading would make it stop-Thea)

No videos of your 'private activities'. Thea likes going through people's phones for fun, and she doesn't want the mental scarring (Guilty-Thea)

On that note, keep any and all of your activities out of the surveillance cameras Felicity has gotten installed outside all our houses.

Tone down the eye sex, please. For all our sakes.

To Felicity- do not ramble about Oliver's 'bedroom skills' or how little sleep you may or may not have gotten. We are all adults here, but this is TMI. (Also Ollie, stop staring at Felicity's butt. While I will admit, it's a cute butt, but your staring is creepy-Sara)

No innuendos or inside sexual jokes are to be spoken around us. Again, TMI

*more to be added later, after further consideration.

-Team Arrow

PS-TMI means too much information, Ollie, just in case you were confused, because as we all know you spent five long years on (and off) a hellish island, as you keep on telling us-Thea

"That is thorough", Oliver commented once he finished perusing the list. "Also his handwriting is crappy"

"His spelling is really good, though", Felicity defended Roy loyally.

"He probably used the dictionary, Or some app", Oliver said dismissively, folding back the list and pocketing it. What? He was all for challenging establishments, and you better believe that he'd spend most of the next day trying to find loopholes to give 'team Arrow' some hell.

"So what do we do now?", he asked Felicity, arching a suggestive eyebrow at her.

Felicity leaned towards him, eyes gleaming with purpose. "Now we do what we've both been wanting to do the entire evening", she said breathlessly.
Oliver met her halfway, hands reaching to help her out of her chair. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?", he asked her in a deep voice, picking up the already-half-empty bottle of wine, which he knew they'd be needing again later tonight.

"Oh yes", Felicity smirked at him, fixing her glasses.

"It's time for a little payback", she said, taking his hand and rising up.
"Let's plan our revenge on our so-called team members", Oliver grinned roguishly, leading her to the den, where Felicity extracted her tablet and the duo plopped down on one of the sofas to begin their mission.
"I feel like one of us should be doing the evil 'muhuhaha' laugh", Felicity pointed out, feeling a little miffed.
"We'll have all the time to do that once we have a clear idea of what exactly we're gonna be doing to them", Oliver assured her, taking this chance to casually throw his arm around her shoulder and pull her closer.
"I like the way you think", Felicity nudged her head against his shoulder. "But enough chitchat now, let's begin"
"Who first?", Oliver asked, craning his neck to view the spreadsheet Felicity was constructing on her tablet.

The next morning, Thea sneaked back into the mansion half an hour after the break of daylight. Walking almost noiselessly, she sneaked around the rooms in the house till she found Oliver and Felicity in the den, thankfully fully clothed (even though Oliver's socks were missing, and Felicity's hair band was on the coffee table), snuggling together in sleep.
The duo was stretched out on one of the leather sofas, and Oliver had his hand secured around Felicity's waist, while her head was resting on his shoulder. Both of them were leaning towards each other, their legs tangled together.

The scene was so cute Thea immediately wanted to take a picture and Instagram it, but she knew Oliver would awaken with the littlest of noises, and Felicity had proved time and again, that she was adept at making things disappear off the internet, so Thea just stood there and drank the moment in.
Ollie looked so peaceful that Thea couldn't help but be happy. It seemed her plan had worked out perfectly, and that Ollie (and Felicity) had finally begun to pave their ever ever after together, which was all Thea had wanted in the first place.

Turning around, she almost skipped away to where her bike (and very sleepy and very hung over boyfriend) waited outside, not having the slightest clue of what was about to rain down on her and the other engineers of mission Olicity.

Soon…

The End.

So, that's all folks…
Or is it?
*cue evil laughter*

I'm kidding, obviously. _
So, there will either be one sort-of huge epilogue chapter to this, or a spin-off fic, mostly concerned with tying up the loose ends. You decide.
Also if you have any ideas for helping Olicity out-revenge the musketeers, drop a suggestion. Or you know, review the chapter, if you liked it, or had some criticism.
As usual, sorry for the ramble (and my perpetual lateness with uploading) and I hope you all have a blessed year ahead. Cheers!