Author's Note: THANK YOU to everyone who has followed along with this story. Your excitement has been wonderful for me, as a writer. I love seeing your enthusiasm and while this story was written and finished over a month ago, it helped me motivate to get the chapters posted in a timely manner. The best thing ever have been the messages that tell me this story has enhanced their holiday spirit. You are all the best readers and I hope you have the BEST Christmas ever. This epilogue is my gift to you (I didn't originally have one).

I guess now I have to think up another story to write! O.o

Five Weeks Later

Oliver sipped at his scotch and watched from the side of the room while some friends of Felicity's from Applied Sciences talked to Tommy and Laurel. His best friend had his arm around Laurel's waist and they looked relaxed and natural together. He smiled, happy for his friends. His eyes searched the room until he found Felicity, deep in conversation with Walter, probably about work. He smirked and took another drink.

They were back at the cabin again, but this time the Christmas decorations were gone from sight. In their place were red, pink and white flowers in vases and crepe paper hearts that Thea had insisted on hanging everywhere. It was Valentine's Day and the living room of the cabin was swathed in all things romance. Even the music playing over the sound system was sappily sweet. A year ago, Oliver would have rolled his eyes and refused to participate in this schmaltzy party. This year, however, he had a vested interested. That and this party was being thrown, in part, for him. And for Felicity.

This was their engagement party.

As though she felt his eyes on her, Felicity looked up then and caught his gaze. She looked gorgeous, as usual. She wore a bright pink dress, her hair mostly down with just the top section pinned back. Her eyes were smokey and seductive and her slow smile when she saw him was already heating his blood.

Would it be poor taste to disappear from his own engagement party? Even just for a half hour?

On cue, his mother stepped into his field of vision and gave him a dry look. Yeah, Moira would surely notice and disapprove. Vocally. All the brownie points he'd earned by formally announcing his engagement to Felicity would be used up. Even now, she was fixing him with a look that told him she knew exactly what was on his mind.

She moved on towards where Walter and Felicity were talking and Oliver drank again from his drink, letting the alcohol warm his insides and relax him. It'd been a long week, full of impromptu visits from Thea at his office as she'd hurried to put this party together.

Truthfully, he hadn't expected anything like this to be happening. In the weeks since he and Felicity had their third date at the beach, he'd been focused on her and enjoying their relationship and had purposefully not thought about his father's blasted will. It hadn't been hard to do; Felicity had provided a very pleasant distraction.

The two of them had been nearly inseparable for the last five weeks. He'd become half of one of those sappy couples he'd always made jokes with Tommy about when they were younger. The funniest part was he didn't mind one bit. Oliver was happier than he'd ever been before in his life and he owed that to Felicity and their relationship.

The last thing he'd wanted to do was pressure her to marry him just so he could fulfill the terms of the will. Whenever Felicity had asked him for more information about the will, he'd been loathe to talk about it, preferring to change the subject. Oliver was surprised, a week ago, when she'd confronted him the moment he'd arrived at her apartment after work.

"Why haven't you given me my ring back yet?" she asked him as soon as he was through the door, her eyes bright. He hadn't even had a chance to take his wool overcoat off yet.

Oliver felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He stared at Felicity, his mind racing and trying to catch up.

"Ring? Felicity— What?"

"I know I gave it back to you on Christmas but we're together now and… why haven't you given it back to me yet?"

He finally caught up. "Felicity, I told you the day you came to see after Christmas. The will isn't important to me. I don't care about the inheritance. All that matters to me is you."

Felicity blew out a breath and pulled him further into her living room, pushing his coat off. Oliver got the hint and shed the coat, tossing it onto a chair. She sat him down on the sofa and perched next to him.

"Oliver. I really appreciated you giving me the time to… accept what was happening between us. But… am I wrong in thinking that everything is fine now? That we're even better than we were at Christmas?"

"You're not wrong." He reached up and stroked her cheek with his fingertips. Her skin was so soft.

"And you haven't changed your mind, have you? About us staying together? Having a … future together?"

Oliver's heart twisted. "No, I haven't changed my mind. I want to spend every holiday with you Felicity, for as long as you'll have me."

"Well, then, I'll have you forever," she replied simply and he wanted so badly to just kiss her. Did he even deserve her in his life? "I've been waiting for you to give me the ring back but you haven't and time isn't exactly on our side here…"

"Felicity, I never wanted you to feel obligated or pressured into anything. I know how you feel about marriage and I respect that. The inheritance isn't as important to me as you are."

"But it is important. To your family. And if we're going to end up together anyhow… why not kill all the birds with one stone?"

Oliver brushed his fingers over her temple and smiled. "That's my girl, practical to the last."

"I'm serious, Oliver."

"I know you are. I think it's adorable." He dropped a kiss onto her pouting lips. "Felicity, I would love nothing more than to marry you as soon as you'll have me. But I didn't want to drag you into this mess."

"And I appreciate that. But I get a say, don't I?"

He couldn't fight his grin. "Are you saying you only want to marry me for my money?"

Felicity smacked his arm. "Don't be an ass. You know your mother is concerned…"

"Wait, did my mom talk to you about this?"

"No. But I did talk to Thea." Thea and his mother still weren't on the best of terms with one another. Thea would barely talk to her, but Moira kept trying. "For what its worth, she's on our side. Which is to say that she think we should do whatever we want without pressure. But I can see by the sparkle in her eye when she talks about it that she'd love a chance to plan a wedding for us. And I think she could use the distraction right now, to be honest."

Oliver nodded. He knew that was true enough. His sister was holding up well, considering. She was still angry with their mother and wouldn't even look at Malcolm Merlyn. But she kept her head held high. Just like a Queen.

"Okay. You win," he murmured. He stood up and crossed the room to where he'd tossed his coat. Fishing in the pocket, he pulled the velvet box out. Felicity's eyes landed on it instantly and she licked her lips unconsciously.

Oliver dropped onto his knees on the floor right in front of her. He took her hands in his his and looked into her eyes. "Felicity. I meant everything I said before, but having spent the last month with you, I'm even more certain of how I feel. I love you. I need you. Will you marry me?"

She grinned at him. "What took you so long?"

"That's a yes?"

"That's a hell yes."

He'd slipped the ring onto her finger and pulled her into his arms and the two of them had spent the rest of the night christening the various surfaces in Felicity's apartment. Including some of the surfaces they'd already partaken of before, including her bed.

Oliver smiled to himself at the memory. They'd told his family the next day and Thea had immediately gone into party planning mode. She wanted to have the party back here at the cabin where, in her words, "the magic began". Felicity had called her mother to tell her the news and Donna Smoak had flown in just last night to be here to celebrate with him. Felicity's mom was a character; just about as different from her daughter as she could possibly be. Speaking of which… where was she? Last Oliver saw, she was chatting with one of Felicity's co-workers from Applied Sciences.

Just then, a hand grabbed his arm, hard. He looked down to see Felicity's blue eyes wide, her lips pursed. "Oliver, do something! They're talking!"

"Who?" he asked, setting his now empty glass down on the bookshelf he was standing next to and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

"My mother! Your mother! Oh god, no good can come of this," she groaned, letting her head fall forward onto his chest.

Oliver scanned the room and saw that his mother was indeed talking to a colorfully dressed Donna Smoak. Felicity's mother was waving her hands as she spoke and Moira was arching an eyebrow and regarding the other woman cooly. A chill ran down Oliver's spine.

"What on earth could they be talking about?" he asked.

"If I know my mother, its about wedding plans. Already." Felicity didn't sound the least bit happy about it.

She'd been on edge ever since they picked Donna up last night, clearly nervous about her mother and how his family might receive her. Oliver wished she wouldn't worry; he thought Donna was a lovely woman. Sure, she was loud and brash and the word "provocative" didn't begin to describe her wardrobe, but she obviously cared for Felicity and as far as Oliver was concerned, that's what mattered the most. Still, he wanted to set his fiancee's nerves at ease. Fiancee. He was still getting used to that and he loved the way it sounded.

Actually, he knew just what to do. It's what he's been wanting to do since twenty minutes into this party.

"Come on," he said, removing his arm from around her waist and placing his hand at the small of her back instead. He steered hr out of the living room and towards the staircase.

"Where are we going, Oliver?"

"I am going to help you relax, Ms. Smoak," he told her, bending towards her air as they ascended the stairs.

She whipped around, her eyes wide. "But Oliver! The party!"

"The party will still be here, it's not going anywhere."

Her cheeks pinked and he could not help but grin, knowing exactly how far that flush would extend down her neck and onto her chest. In a minute, he would have firsthand experience with tasting that heated skin beneath his lips.

He lead Felicity right to the room they'd shared nearly two months before. Their suitcases sat just inside the door; they hadn't had more than a moment to drop them there when they'd arrived at the cabin earlier. Oliver paid them little heed now as he grabbed Felicity's hands and pulled her towards the bed.

"I'm not sure, Oliver," Felicity said, biting her lower lip. "What if your mother—"

"I don't care about my mother right now. I care about getting you naked and writhing beneath me." To emphasize this, he reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her dress down here back, letting his fingers brush along her spine. She shivered.

"Oliver…" Her protest was token at best. He could see the way her eyes were heated, her breaths coming short and quick.

He pushed her dress off her shoulders so that it landed on the floor with a swish. Then, he bent down and covered her lips with his own, deepening the kiss immediately. As long as he lived, he would never get over the taste of Felicity's mouth, the scent of her desire, the sound of her gasps and moans…

"Felicity," he mumbled against her lips, already tugging at the fastening of her bra, "I want you." Would he ever stop wanting her like this? Needing her?

"Then have me, Oliver," she replied, her fingers already flying over the buttons of his shirt.

He peeled Felicity's bra off at the same time as he spun her around and pushed her, gently of course, onto the bed. Shrugging out of his shirt pushing his trousers down off of his hips, Oliver grinned at the sultry picture Felicity made with her blonde hair fanned around her.

"I've wanted to have you on this bed since that first night we shared here together," he admitted.

"I might have had a thought or two along those lines myself," she admitted, her eyes following the movements of his hands as he removed the rest of his clothes.

"Only a thought or two? You had me so obsessed by the time Christmas came, I probably could have drilled through steel with this thing," he told her, wrapping a hand around his already hard dick.

Felicity grinned and licked her lips, causing a groan to escape his lips. Did she even know what she did to him?

She crooked a finger at him, her grin mischievous and quite possibly the sexiest smile he'd ever seen in his life. He was helpless to resist her so, with a growl, he lunged for her, covering her body with his. They did have to get back to the party, but first he would show his wife-to-be just how crazy with lust she made him.

Oliver and Felicity only got a few raised eyebrows when they finally returned to the party. Tommy winked at both of them knowingly before whispering something in Laurel's ear that made her blush. The rest of the engagement party went off without a hitch and both Moira Queen and Donna Smoak behaved themselves with each other, having found a a common interest in planning the wedding. Though that probably worried Felicity more than anything else.

It turns out, she might have had a reason to worry. The Queen-Smoak wedding was the event of the decade in Starling City and even made national news. That did nothing for Felicity's nerves, but Thea helped in that regard, making sure to throw her future sister-in-law a bachelorette party to end all bachelorette parties with the weekend before the wedding.

Then, on the 16th of May, at 11 in the morning on the grounds of the Queen mansion, Oliver and Felicity were married in front of a garden full of their friends and family. Paparazzi were barred at the gates and helicopters hovered over the tent for the reception, trying to get a good photograph of the happy couple.

Papers were signed and Robert Queen's will was finally fulfilled to the letter. But neither Oliver nor Felicity cared one bit about that as they only had eyes for each other. They bided their time with wedding traditions until they could leave in a stretch limousine for the airport, the private Queen jet waiting to whisk them away to their honeymoon in Hawaii.

As luck would have it, the jet had a bedroom. And the newly minted Mr and Mrs Queen were quite happy to partake of that bed for the duration of their flight. Because, as Oliver was quickly learning, he wasn't ever going to stop wanting her, needing her. And the feeling was very mutual.