Before we head into this last chapter, I want to just say thank you again to everyone who has read so far and left such nice comments. You are awesome people. I also need to warn that this chapter gets quite naughty. If such things offend you, I would stop after the market bit. Seriously (or is it sinceriously?) I have never written anything explicit before and I am tremendously grateful that I will never have to look any of you readers in the eye. In other words, I hope you enjoy it.

The Road

Route 72 was a winding highway that led from one end of Starling City to the other side and out to the edge of the Bay. Oliver had taken this road to the Queen's cottage hundreds of times when he was young. This drive was different for many reasons. First, the scenery had changed. Little one-intersection towns had grown into bedroom communities with housing developments and Big Belly Burger franchises. And this time he was bringing the woman he loved.

Oliver had rescued Felicity from captivity but wasn't sure what came next. He stopped his motorcycle near a park. The blonde IT prodigy behind him continued holding his torso like it was a life raft, even when he turned off the engine.

"Do you want to go home, Felicity?"

"This is home," she responded, adamantly, snuggling closer to him and adjusting her thighs against his legs for maximum connection. He smiled warmly.

"Where do you want me to take you?"

"Someplace where we can be together. Just us."

"Okay." And with that they set off. An hour later, Oliver stopped the bike in front of a little market directly across from the Bay. It was one of those village shops with large signs in the windows advertising prices of produce and fishing gear. He produced a phone from his pocket. "Merlyn destroyed yours. You'll have to use the Arrow phone." She grabbed for it.

"You know what you need to do?" She made a sad face and nodded her response. Oliver climbed off and headed towards the store to grab some groceries, only to stop and double back. He stopped and took in the view – Felicity straddling his bike in her hiked up pink dress, sun-drenched legs still set to accommodate his frame, blonde tendrils wild around her face and holding a cell phone. He approached, planted a soft kiss on her lips, which made her smile again, and then moved his mouth to her porcelain ear. In a throaty whisper, he continued. "How many condoms do you think I should get?" He stepped back to see the effect.

Felicity closed her eyes and bit her lip, stifling a yelp. His question had the remarkable effect of making her throat dry and her panties wet at the same time. Damn, this was multitasking on a whole new level. Her mind scrambled for a sexy retort, which was obviously called for, but a challenge. She had just spent sixty minutes clinging to what amounted to an Oliver Queen-shaped vibrator and her brain couldn't be expected to fire on all cylinders.

Oliver smiled, happy he had gotten the last word in and resumed his path to the door. As he reached for the aluminum handle he heard Felicity call out, "See if they have any whipped cream. It's probably next to the live bait…" Oliver gripped the handle and lowered his forehead against the glass door before entering.

Felicity gingerly climbed off the motorcycle to stretch her legs and looked at her phone screen. She took a deep breath, and then dialed. She paced the parking lot, waiting for a response.

"Hi Detective Lance. No, it's me. What can I say? It's a little embarrassing. I got caught up in something and I left my car and my phone broke. Right. Murphy's Law. But, I'm doing fine. With my boyfriend now." Felicity made an "oh my God, is Oliver my boyfriend now?" face. "We decided to get away. But yes, I am absolutely fine." She looked uncomfortable. "Well, yes, I am calling on that phone. You sure ask a lot of questions. A lady doesn't kiss and tell, Detective. Yes, thanks again. Bye!" Felicity hung up with a sigh and wished that was the end of it, but she had two more calls to make. She paced the parking lot leaving heel prints in the dirt.

"Hi Ray. Yeah, I'm sorry to worry you. Everything's fine. I do have plans this weekend. I am out of pocket. I'll see you on Monday. No, Ray. Really, I need to go. Take care." Her expression was solemn. That was hard. She thought he sounded a little crushed. She took a deep breath and dialed one more number.

"Hi, John," she smiled. "Yeah, Oliver's burner." On that, Oliver emerged from the market with a couple of bags of groceries. "I lost mine, John. Lyla and Sara okay? Good." Felicity tried to adopt her most nonchalant voice which sounded kind sing-songy and ridiculous. "Just wanted to let you know I'm fine. But I won't be able to help with the vigilante-ing this weekend." She was looking a little sheepish. Finally, Oliver grabbed the phone.

"Hey Dig. Yeah, I'm not vigil-ant-e-ing either." He smiled at Felicity's word and lowered his forehead to meet hers. "Taking the weekend…with my girl. Stop clapping, Dig. It's weird. Yeah, sure, this number is good. Hopefully nothing comes up. See you Monday." Oliver hung up. He winked at Felicity (she liked it when he did it). Then he walked across the road and hurled the phone into the Bay like a quarterback. Felicity pumped her fist in the air.

The Cottage

After another thirty minutes, Oliver pulled off the main road and down a long dirt drive. Their journey ended at the Queen family cottage, a modest-sized bungalow with a cedar shake siding located on a little peninsula by the Bay. The garden and trees had grown wild, indicating it had been left untended for some time, but this had the effect of making it more private. Right now Oliver couldn't think of a more beautiful spot, or a more private one, to share with his best friend.

Oliver observed Felicity's shoes and new she'd never make it up the rocky path. He handed her the grocery bags and swooped everything he wanted up in his arms. Felicity squealed as he climbed. He put her down and dug a key from beneath an old planter. "Just like regular people," Felicity marveled. Then the door swung open and it was like a time machine. Everything looked exactly as it had so many years ago.

The cottage was a family property, but it was mostly Oliver's father's place. Robert Queen had a passion for the water and wanted to pass it on to his son, but business kept him busy and their visits to the place became very rare over time. By the time he was a teenager, Oliver was too involved in being an entitled brat to notice they had stopped coming.

"This place is amazing!" Felicity surveyed the main space, which served as the living room and the kitchen. She noticed right away that it wasn't decorated like the Queen Mansion at all. No fancy antiques or opulent fabrics. It was assembled with comfort in mind – old gnarled wood pieces and oversized fluffy furniture. She was mesmerized by a large fish that hung, mounted on the wall above the fireplace. "Who caught that?"

"My Mom, if you can believe it." Oliver smiled as he put away the groceries.

"Seriously?" she hugged her arms, feeling a bit chilly now.

"Apparently she caught it on their honeymoon. They went to the Bahamas. There was no Queen fortune then. Anyway, the way he would tell it, he never got a bite, but she managed to land this fish. She named him Hank."

Felicity was drawn toward sliding glass doors that faced the glistening Bay while Oliver retrieved a bottle of wine from a cabinet. She was transfixed by the water and the birds flying overhead. She heard the pop of a cork behind her. "Yay," she cheered quietly, but never took her eyes off the view.

Oliver poured two glasses of red and placed them on the coffee table in front of the fireplace. He sat on the sofa and watched Felicity, framed in the large window, pink and blonde against the blue sky. Only hours earlier he had thought she could be lost to him. Seeing her here now in this place took his breath away.

Felicity turned to see him. "When I told you that I didn't want to be a woman you loved." She shook her head and Oliver crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "Sometimes we say things out loud, hoping that will make them true. Right then, I was so freaked out. Merlyn said you were dead and it tore me open…and then there you were…but before I could tell you how I felt you were making decisions that I didn't, that I couldn't fully understand."

"I'm so sorry for that. I didn't mean…"

"I know that now, Oliver. I just hope you…still feel…because I do love you."

He smiled and beckoned her over and took her hands. "I love you, Felicity Smoak."

Oliver pulled her arm around his neck, bringing her in close. They studied each other for a few heady minutes. "You still exasperate me," she smiled. Oliver pursed his lips together. "I'm not going to stop doing that."

Felicity felt a swell of love rising in her chest. Oliver reached with his thumb, just under her glasses, to catch a tear that was forming. Then he moved to hold her face in his hands. He drew her closer and barely touched her lips with his. Over and over, he brushed against them softly. The feeling was tantalizing. She hummed a little, desperate for more contact, but held back.

"Oliver," she panted. He pulled back and stared into her.

"Fe-li-ci-ty. Later on I'm going to do that again," his voice was deep and deliberately sexy. "And hopefully you'll scream."

Felicity blanched. What a scandalous thing to say. Wow. Oliver Queen. She couldn't hold back any longer and moved toward his lips again. This time she made serious contact, discovering his mouth all over again. She rubbed her fingers against the stubble at his jaw and reveled in the sensory overload she was getting.

Oliver wasn't really holding back, but he was taking his time. He had fingers of one hand twisting in her pony tail and the other hand on her knee, rubbing it with his thumb and enjoying the feel of her soft skin.

Felicity shifted, her kisses traveling down to his neck. She tasted the salty sweat from his fight with Merlyn with her tongue, then claimed a spot on his collarbone and directed all of her attention to it until she was dragging her teeth across it. Oliver reveled in the lustful attention of his lovely companion and found his hand instinctually moving up her thigh. She was practically in his lap now, which was pretty close to right where he wanted her.

"Miss Smoak," he groaned. She heard his response and pulled away, smiling proudly.

"You weren't expecting that, were you?" His darkening eyes caused her to swallow. He watched her Adam's apple bob nervously. He brought her hand up to his mouth. She watched him study it and kiss her knuckles, one by one, reverentially.

"I…I've been told I'm something of a wildcat in the bedroom. Not by many people, of course. Because there haven't been. Just…but yeah, a wildcat. That could be my hero nickname if it wasn't already taken." Oliver lifted his eyes to hers.

"I did warn you that I liked to nibble things." Felicity took one of the wine glasses and sipped, still maintaining eye contact with him. "I'm starving, by the way. Haven't eaten since breakfast."

Oliver pecked her wine-flavored lips, then sighed and disengaged from his companion and the sofa. "A good host should feed his guest." Oliver picked up his wine and headed toward the kitchen. Felicity did the same and followed, stopping beside the kitchen island. She sipped her wine and watched him get out a medium-sized , shallow bowl and line it with a dish towel. He looked serious now, concentrating on the task at hand.

He tore open a box of crackers and dumped a pile of them into the bowl. Oliver took one and handed it over to her. Felicity gratefully accepted it and started munching. He filled his mouth with one and chewed while moving to produce a cutting board followed by a new block of cheese from the fridge. He opened the package and cut up some cubes, adding them in the bowl. Then he retrieved a bag of oranges from the fridge and let them topple into the bowl, which was now full. He studied it, then looked to her for approval. She nodded.

Oliver moved around the counter and sidled up behind Felicity. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and inhaled. He ran his hands down her womanly hips, pressing into the material of her dress until he reached the hem above her knees. He wrapped his fingers around her thighs and slid them up, pink fabric pooling above his thumbs.

Felicity felt the zipper of her dress moving before she heard it. Her shoulders were exposed to cool air, but that changed quickly as Oliver covered the skin with kisses. Felicity moved to steady herself, putting her wine down on the counter. She reached back to unfasten her pony tail.

"Can I?" he whispered behind her.

"Okay." She smiled as Oliver negotiated the unclasping of her hair tie. He had fantasized about doing this a thousand times. It was cheesy, the whole "Why Miss Smoak, you're beautiful" transformation he was affecting, but he didn't care. With her hair let loose and soft, she turned and beamed at him. Did she always look at him like this and he avoided noticing? He didn't know, but he certainly wanted her to keep looking at him this way.

Felicity thought right then how handsome he looked now, eyes blazing with excitement. Then he moved close, but reached past her, snagged the bowl and his glass, and pivoted away.

"I thought we could bring this with us." He headed towards a hallway, backing out, so he could keep his eyes on his lovely companion. "There's mint chip and whipped cream for later, if you're goo-."

He didn't get to finish. Felicity stood in place and tugged on the shoulders of her dress. Loosened, it dropped to the floor. She stood there now in a light pink bra and panties. And heels. And the necklace he made for her. She felt his eyes on her. She moved slowly to grab the bottle of red wine, then her glass and then took steps to join him. He wasn't sure what was turning him on more – the tantalizing way she looked or the confidence of the move.

Hands full, he was unable to touch her when she approached. His breath was catching a little now in his throat. Then she stopped, just inches away and licked her lips. You can do this, Felicity Meghan Smoak, she definitely heard in her head. "Oh, I'll get dessert."

Oliver cleared his throat and smiled a little. He turned to lead the way down the hall with one word chanting in his mind. Wildcat. Wildcat. Wildcat.

The Bed

The main bedroom wasn't lavish. There was a decent bed, a couple of nightstands, a dresser and a chaise (which had to be Moira's idea). Blue and white bedding and curtains affected an appropriate nautical feel. Oliver noticed none of it.

Quickly, he and Felicity were kneeling together on the bed. Oliver pressed his open hand against her cheek.

"Glasses on or off?" His eyebrow rose.

"I don't need them for close up work," She grinned and removed them, placing them on the night stand.

Oliver caressed her with his hands and his tongue, the former exploring her ass beneath those delightful lace panties and the latter worshiping her throat. He followed the chain of the necklace down with his thumb and kissed the place where the flattened bullet settled. With a gentle finger he reached under her bra strap and pulled it to the side. Felicity arched into him, effectively offering her breast. He slid his lips down to find the soft skin along the top. Then he moved to the round underside. Finally, his open mouth found her nipple, which he proceeded to knead with his tongue. He heard her gasp and was satisfied with the reaction.

Felicity's hands were buried under Oliver's shirt, on a mission to touch every spot she'd observed from afar and dreamed about. She couldn't see his scars now, but she had memorized them over the years. Meanwhile, everything south of her neck was pretty much vibrating , wet, or on fire. The tightness between her legs was building and her breath was unsteady.

Felicity moved her hands to unhook her bra, catching Oliver's eye and he responded by peeling his shirt off. Their mouths crashed together again while their hands roamed each other's newly revealed flesh. When she sucked his tongue into her mouth he stroked the skin behind her teeth with a rhythm that caused her hips to move. Her right hand slid down and under the waistband of his track pants. Oliver pulled away from the kiss to stare at her –breathless, practically naked and gently holding onto his cock with her impossibly soft hand. He grabbed her face and looked into her eyes.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want, Felicity." His tone was low and desperate and she liked it. Felicity looked down and traced the edges of his Bratva star. The fingers of her other hand slipped off his member and slid to his hip. She took a deep breath.

"Oliver, I…want you to fuck me." It all rushed out of her. "Then I want to take a shower. Then I want us to make love for a very long time. But that's later. I need the fucking now. Do you understand?"

Oliver Queen went mentally blind for a second and then, processing the request, gathered Felicity in his arms and threw her down on the bed. He pulled a condom packet out of his pocket. In a second, his bottoms flew across the room and he was kneeling between her legs. She admired him while he rolled on the latex.

Felicity suddenly thought about Icarus and the sun. That was what it felt like being this close to Oliver right now. Heat was pulsing off of him. He leaned forward and pulled her panties down. Too slow. Her hips bucked impatiently. Oliver noted the pink silk fabric was wet in his hand and rubbed it against his cock.

"Oliver, that's really, really sexy what you're doing. But I am dying here," she pleaded. With a grin, he tossed the panties and advanced between her legs. Teasing, he went in for a sweet kiss. Elsewhere, his fingers traveled deftly up her thigh and into the hottest, slickest place he could imagine. Felicity was groaning and begging against his mouth. One finger. Two fingers. She bucked again and he removed them. He placed himself against her entrance and pressed into her, careful to restrain himself. He had spent the morning being aggressive. It would be too easy to access that now.

Before he knew what was happening, the woman he loved wrapped her legs around his waist. Her heels dug into his hips as she pulled him into her. She screamed and a tear slid down her face. He held his breath and waited. A few moments later, she moved and sighed. She repeated the movement. Oliver looked down at her and she nodded. It was his turn to move. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her. She gasped, so he did it again. He began to get a rhythm going. Once he sensed she was relaxing he'd go faster or deeper into her. Still inside her, he altered his position so that he could kiss her while he kept up his pace. Oliver loved it when she moaned against his lips.

Felicity tangled her fingers into his hair while her hips accepted his movements and demanded more. "Please," she gasped. In truth, between the epic kisses and the motorcycle ride and the flirty talk she'd almost had an orgasm when he looked at her in the living room. Now all it would take would be for –

Oliver moved again, shifting her legs further apart so he could get even deeper. He thrust in slowly with as much self-control as he could muster. Twice. Then two more times, fast and hard. Felicity screamed his name and bucked her hips at him as she flew apart. The action flipped a switch and he started thrusting at a moderate pace. He was close to the edge. She caught his eye and slowly ran her hand down between her breasts. It landed between her legs and she rubbed herself, resurrecting her orgasm again. The sight was all he needed to let go.

The light was changing outside as Oliver rested his head on Felicity's stomach, one hand wrapped around her back and the other happily situated on her breast. This was the most alive he had felt in a very long time.

Felicity stared at the ceiling, one arm under her pillow. Her other hand gently skimmed across Oliver's forehead and down his temple. She brushed the stubble on his jaw and made her way to massage his ear with her fingertips.

"I'm waiting for you to say it."

"You're a wildcat," he sighed dreamily. Felicity grinned.

"Oliver, you cannot sell this place now. Ever. We're just going to have to find the money for those improvements somewhere else," she babbled.

Oliver turned his head and placed light kisses near her belly. She was right about that.

"You know what?" she added. "It does feel like velvet."

Felicity heard a groan and the bed shook with laughter.

The End.

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