He hadn't said a word as they walked, and not for the first time tonight, Felicity felt a little uncertain. Her brain was going a mile a minute, wondering what exactly happened next, if she wasn't just imagining things, when she suddenly noticed the cold night air on her bare shoulders. She shivered, wondering why she hadn't thought to bring a sweater or wrap, when she felt Oliver pull away to slip his arms out of his suit jacket. Seconds later, he was settling it around her shoulders and she was breathing in the unique but familiar scent of Oliver's cologne mixed with a hint of leather.

She pulled the coat tighter around her, turning to look up at him with a grateful smile. The smile disappeared as she saw the almost predatory way he was looking at her. Her mouth went dry and her heart started pounding again.

"You look good in my jacket." His voice was raspy and low, and she suddenly felt a little light on her feet. She must have swayed a bit because suddenly his arms were wrapped around her, pulling her into his body, sheltering her from the cold and blocking out everything around them as he stared into her eyes.

"I like wearing it." She bit her lip as she saw his eyes were nearly black. He was leaning down towards her when they heard a horn honk. Pulling back, but keeping his arm around her, he led her to the car, opening the door and helping her in, ignoring the looks he was getting from Digg.

Felicity was struggling to bring her body back under control, heart pounding so loudly she was sure Oliver and Digg could hear it. She shot a look at her friend in the driver's seat, blushing as he smiled back at her.

But her thoughts were quickly recaptured as Oliver slid in next to her, pulling her body against his, wrapping her tightly in his arms as he told Digg, in a voice that sounded slightly strained, to take them to her apartment.

The ride was silent, but Oliver's hands were busy, running up and down her sides, stroking the bare skin of her shoulders and her collarbone. He didn't try to kiss her again, something for which she was thankful because she really didn't want to kiss him with Diggle as their audience. But the anticipation was there and she couldn't wait to see what happened when they reached her apartment.

Because she was pretty sure she wasn't reading this wrong, and everything in her was hoping that when they got to her apartment, Oliver wouldn't be leaving. She wasn't sure what had changed, but it was clear something had. And despite everything, she found herself hoping that things might just work out for them in the end.

Oliver hadn't always had the control he'd developed after his five years of hell. But since that time, he prided himself on the fact that it took an extreme situation to make him completely lose control. And other than a few situations, most having to deal with Felicity in some kind of danger, he'd never lost it.

But he hadn't counted on Felicity's bare shoulders, beneath his suit jacket, and the look of desire he could clearly read in her eyes as she snuggled into his side as they headed for her apartment. Those factors combined had him on the edge of losing it and he was only surprised he'd managed to hang onto some thread of sanity so far.

She wasn't making it easy.

When he'd seen Isabel and Angela one-upping each other with their bids, but noted Felicity remained quiet, he'd had a second of worry. Not that Felicity wouldn't bid on him, but why she hadn't so far. But then, when she'd returned her gaze to him, and he'd seen her mouth "trust me," he'd realized she'd had a plan.

He would never forget the moment her clear, calm voice had echoed through the room as she'd challenged Angela. He'd heard the whispers and gasps, but he'd seen only Felicity's face. Something tugged at his heart as he saw how calmly she regarded Angela, seemingly oblivious to the chatter around her.

In that moment, he'd realized just how much he needed and wanted Felicity Smoak in his life as much, much more than just a best friend and Girl Friday. Then there was the fact that her bare shoulders looked milky white as the dim lighting in the room reflected off her creamy skin. It contrasted perfectly with the dark green color of her dress, something that had sent a bolt of desire through him when he'd picked her up earlier that evening. He knew she wore that color for him, and it made something dark, possessive, and rather primitive curl inside him as he'd watched her all night.

She'd charmed his mother early on, despite their initial verbal gaffs, and Thea and Roy adored her. Although she might not see it, he could tell she fit in just as well with this side of his life as she did with the Arrow side. And while that scared him, realizing how much she had come to mean to him on so many fronts, he also realized that he didn't want to wait and risk potentially losing her to another Barry who more than likely would come her way.

He was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen when he'd read the barely contained pride, mixed with a heavy dose of desire in her eyes as she'd made her winning bid. Their eyes had remained locked and he would swear nothing else in the world mattered but her.

Since that moment, all he'd wanted to do was get her out of that room and back to her apartment. Where, preferably, he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Because he was pretty sure that she was feeling exactly the same, despite everything that they probably should be talking about before even considering taking this next step. But if life had taught him anything, it was that you never knew what could happen tomorrow, especially with the lives they led. So, for probably the first time, he was going to take advantage of today.

So, here they were, pressed so tightly against each other that he couldn't tell where either of them began or ended, desperately trying to maintain some type of decorum in front of an obviously amused Diggle, who kept giving them knowing looks in the rearview mirror.

When they reached her apartment, he waited as Digg came around and opened the door, helping Felicity, who'd reluctantly pulled away from him as they'd arrived, out of the car. He watched as she gave him a quick hug before turning and waiting as he emerged behind her.

Exchanging a few words in a low tone with Diggle, who simply smiled and nodded, he turned and pulled Felicity against his side as he walked her towards the front steps of her building.

Felicity watched Diggle drive away out of the corner of her eye, and her heart started pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard as they boarded the elevator to take them to her floor. Thankfully, it was empty, and when the doors shut, Oliver turned, pulling her fully into his arms, his eyes locking with hers.

She waited, heart in her throat as they stared at each other. She knew this was the defining moment. Knew she should probably pull back, or make a joke, or ramble, or say anything before they took a step that would change everything forever.

But as she saw the emotions shining in his eyes as he leaned towards her lips for the second time that night, she decided words were the last thing she needed. Reaching up, she met him halfway.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, both of them trying it out to see how it would feel. Then, Felicity gave a soft moan, her lips parting slightly, and things spiraled quickly out of control.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she opened her mouth to his immediate assault, shivering as his lips devoured hers. His hands pulled her closer even as he moved so her back was now up against the wall, every inch of their bodies pressed tightly together.

Oliver lost himself in the amazement of finally kissing Felicity as he'd dreamed about for what seemed like forever. His tongue battled with hers taking the kiss deeper. His arms tightened around her waist, one hand running up her back underneath his jacket, to smooth over the creamy skin of her bare shoulders. Her low moan fanned the flames already consuming his body, making him hungry to feel more.

Felicity moaned against his mouth, realizing that his kiss was so much more than she'd dreamed. Her body was on fire as her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer, arching against him. The feel of his fingers brushing across her bare skin sent sparks rocketing throughout her body.

Oliver groaned as he slid his leg between hers, thanking God for the nearly thigh-high slit in her dress as he could feel the heat of her skin, even with several thin layers of material between them. His kisses became more violent as he arched against her, his hands moving to her hips to pull her into closer contact with his clothed erection.

Felicity whimpered at the feel of him pressing against her center, arching and rubbing against him to find the friction she so desperately craved. His hands were roaming over her collarbone now, sliding down to cup her breasts through the thin material of her dress, making her moan as her nipples tightened beneath his talented fingers.

"Oliver!" She couldn't find words other than his name as he dragged his lips from hers to begin trailing a path of fiery heat down her neck and towards the V of her collarbone. One free hand had slipped to her waist, sliding inside the slit of her dress and running his fingers across the tops of her thighs. Her hips bucked towards him of their own accord, another moan of his name making him nip at her collarbone, soothing the sting with his tongue.

Both were so involved with each other, the dinging of the elevator as the doors opened barely registered. It was with great effort that Felicity managed to pull away, gasping for air, trying not to smile as Oliver's lips stayed pressed to her neck, his hands trying to hold her tighter to him.

"Oliver, we have to get off." The words were breathy and her desire addled mind barely registered what she was saying even as she tried to move them towards the doors.

"Really Felicity? I thought I was doing a pretty good job of getting you off right here." His voice was husky, his eyes nearly black as he finally pulled back, a rakish grin on his face.

Felicity normally would have blushed to high heaven at his words, but right now, all they did was conjure images that sent her body into overdrive. He must have seen the change because his lips were suddenly back on hers and he was kissing her harder than before as the elevator doors slid closed.

"Oliver, my apartment, now," was all she managed when she could breathe again. Thankfully, no one else had called for the elevator as she hit the open door button with the hand she'd managed to pry off Oliver's back.

He grumbled against her as she tried to pull him with her out the doors, stumbling over the material of her dress and her heels. She gasped as he suddenly swept her up into his arms, a gleam in his eye as he started nibbling his way across her shoulders as he strode down the hall to her apartment.

"Felicity, open your door." His voice was gruff and intense as he muttered the words against her neck, continuing to kiss her smooth skin even as he felt her trembling against him.

She could barely manage a coherent thought, but she somehow managed to pull her purse up and started rummaging around for her keys. She got distracted as his lips hit an especially sensitive area of her shoulder, moaning, eyes closing as she pulled his head tighter to her.

"Door, now," he growled, his lips managing a semblance of a smile even though they never left her skin. With a bit more maneuvering, she managed to get the keys out of her purse and after a few shaky tries, had the door open, Oliver striding through it as if he owned the place, kicking it shut with his foot, refusing to let her go as he blindly headed for her bedroom.

She moaned, raking her fingers across the back of his neck, feeling his teeth bite into her neck, knowing he would be leaving quite a few hickeys, but uncaring at the moment. She somehow managed to grab his head, pulling him back up to her lips, kissing him frantically with all the passion that had been building for months, if not years, inside her.

She gasped as she suddenly felt herself lowered to her feet, the backs of her knees bumping up against her bed as his hands pushed his jacket off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. She moaned as she felt his hands slide up her back, deftly finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it down as he continued to kiss a path down her neck and towards her chest.

Desperate now to feel his skin, she reached for the buttons of his shirt, frantically working them free but getting frustrated as her shaking hands made the task more difficult. Without thinking, she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled with all her strength. The sound of ripping fabric had Oliver pulling back, aroused at the violence of her action, a feral grin crossing his features.

"A little anxious, Felicity?" He loved the way her eyes darkened at his words, a whimper her only response as she quickly divested him of his shirt. It was his turn to groan as her small hands began tracing a path over his chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Her lips quickly followed, planting kisses and nips along his muscles, making his body harden even more. He was pretty sure he growled as she lightly raked her nails over his nipples, soothing the sharp pain quickly with her tongue. When she finally pulled back, the playful expression in her eyes made something in his heart lighten.

"Not really. Should I be?" She bit her lip as she looked up at him, for just a moment, a hint of insecurity appearing in her eyes. His own gaze softened as he raised his hands to her cheeks, brushing his thumbs over her soft skin.

"I know what I want Felicity." He made sure she could see the truth in his eyes. "I want you."

Felicity's breath left her in a rush as her heart and head tried to process his words. It was obvious he meant them, but she still found it hard to believe. And while she was pretty sure there was a lot more they needed to talk about, right now, all she wanted was him as well.

Oliver felt his breath catch as her gaze suddenly turned predatory and she gently pushed him away. Before he could say anything, she gave a small twist of her shoulders and the dress he'd already unzipped slipped from her body, leaving her wearing only a green scrap of lace.

"Then have me."

She'd barely gotten the words out before he was pulling her to him, his lips slamming down on hers as he let his hands roam freely over her body. She was so responsive to him it drove him crazy. Every little whimper and moan she gave as his lips or hands discovered another sensitive spot on her body made his desire grow and he only wondered that it had taken him so long to allow them this pleasure.

Felicity was lost in the sensation of his lips and hands stoking fires all over her body. But very quickly she realized she wanted to do the same for him. She wanted to make Oliver lose that famed control. She wanted to be the one to accomplish that. And from the way he was responding to her, she didn't think he'd object.

Feeling powerful and sexier than she ever had, she managed to maneuver them around so that she could now push him down to the bed. His grunt as she climbed on top of him made her smile as she began working her lips and hands across his body. She kissed and nipped every part of him she could, treating scarred and normal skin alike. She'd long ago accepted his scars. They were a part of him and only made her want him more.

Oliver gasped as Felicity took control, growling as she moved down his body, hands, lips, and tongue driving him crazy. He moaned as he suddenly felt her hand close over him, stroking him through the material of his pants.

"Felicity," he groaned as she simply looked up with a wicked smile. Then, with a quickness that surprised him, she had his pants undone and along with his boxers, pushed off and onto the floor. He'd kicked off his shoes somewhere in the process and he could have sworn his heart stopped as she suddenly looked up at him, her eyes alight with desire and want, her face framed by blonde waves that brushed softly over the tops of his thighs.

Felicity couldn't hold back her own groan as she watched his hands clench into fists, his eyes now dark orbs that seemed to see into her soul. With a small smile, she leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip of him.

"God! Felicity!" Oliver growled her name, his eyes locked on hers as she grinned, then ran the tip of her tongue from the base to the tip of his arousal, swirling it around to catch the droplets of moisture that dotted the crown. His hips unconsciously thrust towards her mouth and he had to clutch the sheets in his hand to try and keep some semblance of control.

Felicity thrilled to his reaction, noting that the taste of him was salty, yet not unpleasant. He was wider and thicker than the men she'd been with before, but that knowledge only served to make her more determined in her mission.

Oliver knew the image of Felicity, on her knees between his thighs, hair falling around her face and desire filled eyes locked on his, was now burned into his brain. He couldn't seem to stop himself from allowing her to control the pace, amazed at how much she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Sensing his acquiescence, Felicity wrapped her lips fully around him, moving her hand in tandem with her mouth, his low moans and growls turning her on like nothing ever had.

Oliver could feel himself building to a peak, the sensations overwhelming him as she took him deeper into her throat. But he intended to be buried deep inside her when he brought them both over the edge.

Gathering what little sanity he had left, he growled her name, reaching down to pull her head off of him and her body back up his. At her whimpered protest, he covered her lips with his, his hands raking over her sides and coming up to cup her breasts.

Felicity moaned as his fingers tugged and stroked her nipples into hard little points, desire shooting directly to her center every time he pulled on one. She cried out as he broke their kiss, lowering his head until his mouth enveloped one taut nipple, while his free hands ran down and over her abdomen.

She whimpered at the feel of his lips and teeth on her breasts, while his fingers slipped between her thighs, a quick flick of his wrist removing the concealing material before delving into her wetness. She arched frantically against him, trying desperately to hurry him along with whispered words and guttural moans as he alternated between rubbing her clit and thrusting two fingers in and out of her body in short, sharp motions. She felt no embarrassment at being naked and writhing in his arms, only a white-hot desire that could only be quenched by Oliver taking her deep and hard and fast.

Oliver felt her desperation, felt his own matching need. Panting as he withdrew his fingers, he moved them to lock around her waist, rolling until she lay beneath him and he was perched between her thighs. He groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her hips towards him with a low moan. She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen as he looked down at her and for a moment, he couldn't believe she was his.

Felicity read his thoughts clearly, despite her desire soaked brain. Reaching one hand up, she cupped his cheeks, even as she canted her hips into his.

"I want this, Oliver. I want you." She echoed his earlier words, letting him read the desire and need and she was pretty sure love, reflected in her eyes. "I've wanted you since the moment we met."

Her guttural words were the last straw. With a groan, he plunged himself deep into her body, hearing her cry out in satisfaction, his own growl echoing hers. The feel of her tight walls closing around him, the heat of her enveloping him, was incredible. He stilled for a moment, savoring the knowledge that she was now well and truly his. There was no way he'd allow her to be with anyone else, not now that he'd felt the wonder of being buried deep inside her, her whimpers and moans of his name music to his ears.

"Oliver, more!"

Felicity cried out as he withdrew most of the way before slamming back into her. Her hips worked frantically to meet his, every thrust seeming to drive him deeper into her body. His hands wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her forward so he could lock his lips over hers as they moved together, heat and fire and passion.

Oliver could tell she was nearing her peak as her inner muscles clenched around him and her body tensed. He was nearly there as well and with a growl, pulled back until he was looking into her eyes.

"Let go, Felicity. Come for me."

Felicity felt her body fly over the edge at his words, screaming his name as her body clenched around him, dragging him with her as wave after wave of desire swamped her body.

Oliver followed close behind, a few thrusts later, crying out her name as he shook against her, feeling her body milking him for all she was worth. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before and he knew he never would again.

The aftershocks seemed to go on forever, as they clung to each other, panting for breath, his body covering hers. As he felt his muscles completely relax, he realized he was probably suffocating her with his weight, but as he went to roll off of her, she stopped him.

"No, please. I like finally feeling you inside me."

He groaned at the memory those words invoked, closing his eyes and bringing his forehead to rest against hers, marveling again at the woman who lay beneath him. They continued to simply breathe together in silence, until he finally felt Felicity raise a hand to his cheek and he pulled back enough to meet her intense gaze.

"That was worth the wait." She smiled into his eyes as his lips turned up into a grin.

"Worth $12,000?" He felt her body shake as she burst into laughter. His breath caught at how beautiful she looked, hair fanned out against his pillows, her naked body flushed and relaxed against his.

"Shouldn't you be asking yourself that? After all, it's your money I spent." She bit her lip as she watched comprehension dawn over his features. She laughed again as a smile spread across his face as he leaned down to brush a kiss over her lips.

"You're priceless, Felicity," he whispered when he pulled back, reaching to stroke a strand of hair behind her ear. "There's nothing I wouldn't spend, or do, if it meant I could be with you."

Her smile disappeared at the intensity in his words, and the look in his eyes. Something she thought she'd suppressed suddenly arose again in her chest. But before she could let it fully consume her, she had to be sure.

"What are you saying, Oliver?" She bit her lip, wondering if she was ruining the evening, but needing to know if this was going to be more than one night. "What does this mean for us? Is there even an us?"

Oliver sobered a moment, reading the worry in her eyes. For a moment, he considered telling her that this was just tonight, that they'd had a moment of weakness that he couldn't allow to happen again, especially if it meant putting her in danger. It was what he should do to keep her safe. To make sure she had a million more tomorrows, whether he was in them or not.

But then he remembered the look in her eyes every time he caught her staring at him working out on the salmon ladder. The reassuring sound of her voice in his ear, guiding him as he took down yet another Starling City criminal. Her unwavering belief in him, even through her frustration, as she'd called him out on some of his more questionable actions. The way her hands felt when she patched him up, or lingered against his arm in a supportive gesture.

Remembered how he'd felt as he'd locked his gaze on her from the runway. The way she'd looked at him, desire evident in her eyes as she'd told him he would be leaving with her. The way she'd shattered in his arms, her cries of his name as he'd lost himself in the most exquisite ecstasy he'd ever known. The way she felt so perfect, so right, despite all the reasons she shouldn't, here and now in his arms.

He might have told himself he couldn't afford the risks of caring for her like he wanted, but the bottom line was pretty obvious now. If he were honest, it had been for a long time, probably since he first saw her smile when he presented her with his bullet ridden laptop. He was never going to be able to let her go. Much less return things to the way they were before. Because he couldn't see his life, as Oliver Queen or the Arrow, without her in it now.

Felicity watched the varying emotions come and go across his features, holding her breath, pretty sure he was weighing things in his mind. Part of her expected him to say this was just tonight, that they'd been caught up in the moment, that they had to pretend this never happened. And if that happened, she'd find a way to deal with it. She'd hate it, but she'd do it.

But another part wanted nothing more than for him to give into his feelings, feelings she knew now were there for her. He cared, much more than he might admit. And she knew how hard that was for him to show, much less feel. She knew he would worry even more about her if they pursued whatever this was between them.

But she worried too, would always worry, and she was okay with that. It was part of what she loved about him—the fact that he risked everything to save others. And that he cared enough about her to do what it took to keep her safe. But it went both ways. She'd do whatever it took to keep him safe as well. And if the perks of that included nights like the past one, well, she wouldn't complain.

But it all depended on Oliver. She knew her choice. No regrets.

Oliver, looking deep into her eyes, saw everything she wasn't saying. And he felt something slip into place in his chest, filling a void he hadn't even been aware of until now. And he knew exactly how to answer.

"It means, Felicity, that your nights are going to be a lot more interesting, seeing as you will be spending them with me for the foreseeable future," he leaned down, brushing his lips over her collarbone, delighting in her gasp. Looking back up at her, he let everything he was feeling shine clear in his eyes, "preferably in your bed or mine."

Felicity gasped as his lips covered hers, everything he was trying to say was suddenly crystal clear. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as she pulled him against her.

Oliver lost himself in her body, in her touch, in the magic that was Felicity as he gave in completely to his feelings. When he finally pulled back for breath, he smiled down at her, feeling his desire growing again at the way she was looking at him.

"Okay," she managed, knowing he could read everything she wasn't able to say in her eyes. She reached up and stroked her hand over the stubble of his jaw, loving the way he leaned into her touch, eyes closing in bliss. "But one thing," she waited until his eyes opened and met hers again, slight confusion in them. "Just because we're spending our days, nights, and late nights together, doesn't mean you're getting out of taking me on that Christmas date. Even if I don't celebrate the holiday."

Oliver laughed, leaning down and brushing a kiss across her lips before replying. "Don't worry, I've been planning our date since I first asked you to bid on me." He grinned at her surprised look. "But right now, I think there are more pressing matters to consider."

Any response she might have had was swept away as he took her lips again in a kiss and her desire began to build all over again. The last coherent thought she had was that this might just be the best holiday season she'd ever experienced.

Notes: Hope you enjoyed and here's to an Olicity filled 2014!